[ Venom becomes so focused on this extended contact, this meeting of their bodies that leaves no gap between them, that he eventually relinquishes his tongue. After one last possessive lick, it’s as if he’s satisfied to have tasted enough of her. Satisfied enough that now, he only thrusts his hips forward rhythmically. Powerfully. The entirety of his weight suffices to creak the bed all the more, giving rise to the possibility that this flimsy thing might collapse. Such considerations fall away, however, when a tempest of pleasure continues washing over Angela, radiating from the point of contact between her legs. Despite all his fixation on the motioning of his hips, the incessant thrusting of his girth that fills her, Venom’s remaining tendril does not relent against Angela’s breast. Even that sensation may fall away, though, as the denouement that approaches becomes one of repetitive force.
Noting the accumulating wetness seeping from between Angela’s legs, Venom can only deliver a low chuckle in delight. To see her come undone this way, allowing herself to be claimed by him in total abandon... it’s enough to harden him further, his cock unwaveringly firm as Angela trembles beneath him. Like a force of nature, he is ceaseless without any heed to Angela’s bewilderment, letting her pant and sweat and shake to the deluge of her own orgasm. Even as the apex of these sensations pass and Angela’s breath begins to slow, Venom doesn’t stop. Because in many ways, he feels this just as much as she does, like the orgasm hits him secondhand. It’s a wonder he didn’t collapse right then and there, but it’s clear his focus is indefatigable— and his devotion above all.
It’s also when Angela musters her commands that Venom slows down, stops himself though his cock - ever erect - lingers inside her. In the sudden quiet, Venom’s own breathing - labored by both his efforts and the effects of his efforts - reveals itself. Occasionally, he’s almost shuddering. For him to continue hovering over Angela, showing no greater sign of exhaustion or fatigue... there can truly be no doubt he’s superhuman. But even for him, no amount of alien enhancements entitles him to keep going. To continue thrusting now that Angela’s moment has passed, and she must be built back up to yet one more orgasm. Rather, he hears her commands. Truly listens.
And without a word in protest, he finally relinquishes his cock, his body gravitating away from Angela as he steadily slides himself out from between her legs. It hangs between his legs as he kneels on the edge of the bed for a moment, the mass slick with Angela’s own wetness. Without any more prompting, it neither rises nor hardens. But Venom waits readily, with something of an anticipatory grin. Following “Doctor’s orders,” he begins lying back on the opposite side of the bed, not really in need of a pillow. With his back to the mattress, he can only look on at her now, naked and hot with her own sweat. He discerns the deliberation in her eyes, chuckling delightedly in his own fascination. ]
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Noting the accumulating wetness seeping from between Angela’s legs, Venom can only deliver a low chuckle in delight. To see her come undone this way, allowing herself to be claimed by him in total abandon... it’s enough to harden him further, his cock unwaveringly firm as Angela trembles beneath him. Like a force of nature, he is ceaseless without any heed to Angela’s bewilderment, letting her pant and sweat and shake to the deluge of her own orgasm. Even as the apex of these sensations pass and Angela’s breath begins to slow, Venom doesn’t stop. Because in many ways, he feels this just as much as she does, like the orgasm hits him secondhand. It’s a wonder he didn’t collapse right then and there, but it’s clear his focus is indefatigable— and his devotion above all.
It’s also when Angela musters her commands that Venom slows down, stops himself though his cock - ever erect - lingers inside her. In the sudden quiet, Venom’s own breathing - labored by both his efforts and the effects of his efforts - reveals itself. Occasionally, he’s almost shuddering. For him to continue hovering over Angela, showing no greater sign of exhaustion or fatigue... there can truly be no doubt he’s superhuman. But even for him, no amount of alien enhancements entitles him to keep going. To continue thrusting now that Angela’s moment has passed, and she must be built back up to yet one more orgasm. Rather, he hears her commands. Truly listens.
And without a word in protest, he finally relinquishes his cock, his body gravitating away from Angela as he steadily slides himself out from between her legs. It hangs between his legs as he kneels on the edge of the bed for a moment, the mass slick with Angela’s own wetness. Without any more prompting, it neither rises nor hardens. But Venom waits readily, with something of an anticipatory grin. Following “Doctor’s orders,” he begins lying back on the opposite side of the bed, not really in need of a pillow. With his back to the mattress, he can only look on at her now, naked and hot with her own sweat. He discerns the deliberation in her eyes, chuckling delightedly in his own fascination. ]
Please don’t tell us the rest.
Just show us.