[ It was merely science... and despite her involvement in medicine and science as a whole, she was a novice here. No amount of training, studying, or... even experience could compare to what she was feeling now. His body mimics a "human" lover, but the drag of those tendrils encourage her to seize up quickly onto him – her form to latch against him in desperation. She can't pinpoint where one feeling starts and another ends, where heat just radiates against her like a spreading flame.
He brings her to an orgasm, one that rocks her core and leaves her having to stomach two sensations – the one of fulfillment and the one of needing more. Her mind can parse it, connect that it was them that needed more as well in this moment. Her body, sore undoubtedly with peppered red between her thighs, nearly betrays her but... she did make her demand in her afterglow.
Her fingertips pull at her hairclip, letting the blonde hair cascade down her neck shortly after. With changing positions, she has to summon her own strength right now, not relying on their bond, even if it was still there. Still keeps them connected. There's a sense of emptiness right now, where she feels phantom tingles of desire inside of her from how effective he was at stirring her up.
Angela isn't quite sure if she is ready, but this ... falls back to what the foundation was: a test. The truth was? She'll have to face it - quite literally - and there's no hesitance now as she climbs upon his lower half. Her plush shape pushes back to him, hands bracing against his stomach as she just... adjusts, grinds down where he feels the shape of her ass outline him. ]
You said please. Interesting...
[ She mutters, breath still shaky as she reaches between her legs, trembling fingers pulling him up until he prods to her slit. Her grip pumps away at his size, testing the sensation as if trying to feel ... if this was Eddie or symbiote. One day, she'll understand, hm.
Angela takes a moment to position herself, to squirm in the right way to lower herself onto him – steady, at first, but then she remembers how he took her. She splits herself upon him roughly, wincing at the adjustment of feeling him. If he wanted a show... she starts one – letting her insides secure around him and nearly hold him hostage. Both hands prep to his abdomen, letting her utilize him for balance as she experiments against him, learning how to really work herself onto him. Angela has to give up on small little indications – she isn't dealing with a normal lover. She didn't finish at such a rate and ferocity that a normal lover would bring her to. Losing track of herself, she starts moving hard enough to rock the bed – breaking any silence she offers among her sighs and efforted grunts. ]
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He brings her to an orgasm, one that rocks her core and leaves her having to stomach two sensations – the one of fulfillment and the one of needing more. Her mind can parse it, connect that it was them that needed more as well in this moment. Her body, sore undoubtedly with peppered red between her thighs, nearly betrays her but... she did make her demand in her afterglow.
Her fingertips pull at her hairclip, letting the blonde hair cascade down her neck shortly after. With changing positions, she has to summon her own strength right now, not relying on their bond, even if it was still there. Still keeps them connected. There's a sense of emptiness right now, where she feels phantom tingles of desire inside of her from how effective he was at stirring her up.
Angela isn't quite sure if she is ready, but this ... falls back to what the foundation was: a test. The truth was? She'll have to face it - quite literally - and there's no hesitance now as she climbs upon his lower half. Her plush shape pushes back to him, hands bracing against his stomach as she just... adjusts, grinds down where he feels the shape of her ass outline him. ]
You said please. Interesting...
[ She mutters, breath still shaky as she reaches between her legs, trembling fingers pulling him up until he prods to her slit. Her grip pumps away at his size, testing the sensation as if trying to feel ... if this was Eddie or symbiote. One day, she'll understand, hm.
Angela takes a moment to position herself, to squirm in the right way to lower herself onto him – steady, at first, but then she remembers how he took her. She splits herself upon him roughly, wincing at the adjustment of feeling him. If he wanted a show... she starts one – letting her insides secure around him and nearly hold him hostage. Both hands prep to his abdomen, letting her utilize him for balance as she experiments against him, learning how to really work herself onto him. Angela has to give up on small little indications – she isn't dealing with a normal lover. She didn't finish at such a rate and ferocity that a normal lover would bring her to. Losing track of herself, she starts moving hard enough to rock the bed – breaking any silence she offers among her sighs and efforted grunts. ]