[ It would make sense that this is how they would be. Where they make it nearly impossible to anticipate... to figure out. The alternating sensations was one thing – a shift in feeling 'full' and feeling 'overstimulated', but the way he claims her with drags of a thick tongue sends nothing but shivers down her spine. Her body reacts accordingly, bucking when she means not to, goosebumps peppered on her bicep, and her peaks stiffened against tendril and fingers alike. For someone who feels so warm, the poor girl was left to tremble against them, no matter how hard she may fight it.
Ah, first times, am I right?
It was as if she knew, if he wanted to, there would be no familiar form right now... where she could assume Eddie was underneath the symbiote. For now, try as she may to try and test (selfish) him in return... she fails. All she can do is take in the pleasure associated with simply giving in. She was feeling closer to him now than she had, where he burrows inside any way that he can. Not only did the symbiote deem her worthy to keep her alive, but it deemed her worthy of this bond. Of something she had never, ever imagined she would experience.
She's a mess. Her arousal seeping against him, her eyes struggling to stay open in some weak defiance. The beating of her heart drowns out the tired squeak of the bed when Venom's tongue finds its way against her lips. It's strange – most definitely – that an organ can move with such freedom. Non-human, foreign, alien... but Angela hesitates for only a moment at this new form of intimacy. His gesture was returned, among a soft whine when he hits a certain spot that makes her seize up. Their kiss was just as unique as their union, her mouth kissing against his shape, adjusting to the new feeling of something... well, like that pushing past her lips.
The force of his invigored thrusts makes her pull back, tilting her head away from him to brace herself. Something was creeping up... something was calling her to him, to give him the satisfaction of consummating their bond. Angela's arms break free, both reaching back towards the wall with her back arched off the bed only a few inches. Flat palms keep her steady, allows him to keep serving as if she foolish enough to think she would not do so in return. Eddie – Venom – took no mercy upon her and even with her hesitance, her mind wanders to how can she serve him in return.
Until he provides an answer, she takes. Their bond feels one-sided, but she knows it not to be true. That she's good for returning the affections he's allotting her. Angela's finally looking back to him in disbelief, scrunched features having to contend with every wiggling push. ]
Please. [ It was an honest plea, one that was breathless. ] Don't stop. I'm ready. I told you –
[ Ready, meaning many things here, but he knows what she means. That this was confirmation of where they laid. On an old bed, in an old clinic, in an old town that the world forgot. A union was agreed upon and this was proof. ]
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Ah, first times, am I right?
It was as if she knew, if he wanted to, there would be no familiar form right now... where she could assume Eddie was underneath the symbiote. For now, try as she may to try and test (selfish) him in return... she fails. All she can do is take in the pleasure associated with simply giving in. She was feeling closer to him now than she had, where he burrows inside any way that he can. Not only did the symbiote deem her worthy to keep her alive, but it deemed her worthy of this bond. Of something she had never, ever imagined she would experience.
She's a mess. Her arousal seeping against him, her eyes struggling to stay open in some weak defiance. The beating of her heart drowns out the tired squeak of the bed when Venom's tongue finds its way against her lips. It's strange – most definitely – that an organ can move with such freedom. Non-human, foreign, alien... but Angela hesitates for only a moment at this new form of intimacy. His gesture was returned, among a soft whine when he hits a certain spot that makes her seize up. Their kiss was just as unique as their union, her mouth kissing against his shape, adjusting to the new feeling of something... well, like that pushing past her lips.
The force of his invigored thrusts makes her pull back, tilting her head away from him to brace herself. Something was creeping up... something was calling her to him, to give him the satisfaction of consummating their bond. Angela's arms break free, both reaching back towards the wall with her back arched off the bed only a few inches. Flat palms keep her steady, allows him to keep serving as if she foolish enough to think she would not do so in return. Eddie – Venom – took no mercy upon her and even with her hesitance, her mind wanders to how can she serve him in return.
Until he provides an answer, she takes. Their bond feels one-sided, but she knows it not to be true. That she's good for returning the affections he's allotting her. Angela's finally looking back to him in disbelief, scrunched features having to contend with every wiggling push. ]
Please. [ It was an honest plea, one that was breathless. ] Don't stop. I'm ready. I told you –
[ Ready, meaning many things here, but he knows what she means. That this was confirmation of where they laid. On an old bed, in an old clinic, in an old town that the world forgot. A union was agreed upon and this was proof. ]