[ It was satisfying enough to watch Angela come undone to the throes of her own orgasm. But to see Angela unfurl in other ways, removing her hairclip to let her locks flow freely, Venom detects something of a sea change. The professional veneer, the ostensible separation of doctor and patient, is well and truly gone. Absent now as a nude and disheveled Angela shows how quickly she can get her bearings straight, even while up against Venom. Because now, it's he who lies on his back, getting mounted by a woman unclothed from the protections of the symbiote. Without those same affordances, she still manages to tower over him in her own way.
And as she lowers herself onto him, satisfaction rears its head once more. The now familiar sensation of reentry encircles Venom's girth. But more than the pleasing familiarity of that sensation is the pleasing sight of the woman on top of him, her entirety on display for him to see. To watch her take pains, while straddling him, to rock the bed. To shift her hips as she accommodates his girth, welcoming it into her with every rise and fall of her body. It might help, here, that Venom begins bucking up. Not with all the force, of course, that his hips can muster. But just enough to reciprocate Angela's efforts with a more concentrated sensation that she must contend with.
She might suspect that he'd conjure tendrils, here. Use them as he did previously to utterly smother her with pleasure, though it's she who takes him now. But instead of that, Venom lifts his hands and plants them on Angela's sides... to caress them. It's almost like a soft massage, really, as she continues working herself onto him. His fingertips spread his delicate touch down to the sides of her waist, then up past the small of her back to her shoulder blades. It's as if Venom's taking a moment to truly appraise her body with his own hands-- properly acquaint himself with the newest subject of their bond. ]
We don't make demands from equals.
[ That's all he says before resuming his own work, though none of it distracts from the sensations Angela brings to the fore. Eddie and the symbiote, though their minds are intertwined as Venom... feel it separately. Feel her walls tightening around Eddie's girth while it's wrapped in the substance that makes the symbiote. On different registers, they feel the consistent pleasure that Angela imposes on them. For Eddie, it's all radiating around his cock as a "normal" lover's might, but for the symbiote, it's radiating through its substance like a part of it is becoming a part of Angela. And altogether, Venom feels both sensations at once. Not contrasting, but instead... complimentary.
A pleasure he clearly hasn't felt often enough, as Venom's breath quickens the longer Angela pursues. He grunts in irritation, seeming to get overwhelmed by the consistency of her ministrations-- enough, in fact, that he eventually drops his hands, letting them lie lifeless on either side of the bed. His two minds can only focus on the sensations at hand, clinging to enough of a presence of mind to experience as much of this as possible. ]
This is not a hunger we're used to sating. But you've helped us both realize...
[ Even for two minds working in unison, it's now hard to maintain a single train of thought-- ]
no subject
And as she lowers herself onto him, satisfaction rears its head once more. The now familiar sensation of reentry encircles Venom's girth. But more than the pleasing familiarity of that sensation is the pleasing sight of the woman on top of him, her entirety on display for him to see. To watch her take pains, while straddling him, to rock the bed. To shift her hips as she accommodates his girth, welcoming it into her with every rise and fall of her body. It might help, here, that Venom begins bucking up. Not with all the force, of course, that his hips can muster. But just enough to reciprocate Angela's efforts with a more concentrated sensation that she must contend with.
She might suspect that he'd conjure tendrils, here. Use them as he did previously to utterly smother her with pleasure, though it's she who takes him now. But instead of that, Venom lifts his hands and plants them on Angela's sides... to caress them. It's almost like a soft massage, really, as she continues working herself onto him. His fingertips spread his delicate touch down to the sides of her waist, then up past the small of her back to her shoulder blades. It's as if Venom's taking a moment to truly appraise her body with his own hands-- properly acquaint himself with the newest subject of their bond. ]
We don't make demands from equals.
[ That's all he says before resuming his own work, though none of it distracts from the sensations Angela brings to the fore. Eddie and the symbiote, though their minds are intertwined as Venom... feel it separately. Feel her walls tightening around Eddie's girth while it's wrapped in the substance that makes the symbiote. On different registers, they feel the consistent pleasure that Angela imposes on them. For Eddie, it's all radiating around his cock as a "normal" lover's might, but for the symbiote, it's radiating through its substance like a part of it is becoming a part of Angela. And altogether, Venom feels both sensations at once. Not contrasting, but instead... complimentary.
A pleasure he clearly hasn't felt often enough, as Venom's breath quickens the longer Angela pursues. He grunts in irritation, seeming to get overwhelmed by the consistency of her ministrations-- enough, in fact, that he eventually drops his hands, letting them lie lifeless on either side of the bed. His two minds can only focus on the sensations at hand, clinging to enough of a presence of mind to experience as much of this as possible. ]
This is not a hunger we're used to sating. But you've helped us both realize...
[ Even for two minds working in unison, it's now hard to maintain a single train of thought-- ]
...just how famished we really are.