[ Her immediate response, spoken with such conviction, gives Venom another reason to smile. A grimace, no doubt, that would be menacing to others. Just not to Angela. ]
Good answer.
[ While it impresses Venom to witness Angela's resolve, admittedly... none of it surprises him. When their minds connected, and he shared the vast expanse of the symbiotic bond with her, they also received her experiences. Glimpses of the extremes she took and the sacrifices she made to honor her oath, to uphold the sanctity of life in keeping with her principles. And while Venom doesn't hold all life sacred, especially not the lives of those who'd harm the innocent, he can respect a devotion to principles that only elevates Angela.
Elevates her higher, in Venom's doubled mind, than any pair of mechanical wings can.
She responds well, after all, to the escalation. To the onslaught of sensations that Venom's begun to return in kind, even as she mounts him. It pleases him to witness the ways she must sustain herself, hold herself steady, especially by clawing at him. Symbiote matter doesn't budge against her nails like the outermost layer of human skin, but her intention is very much felt. She can almost feel Venom feeling it.
Even for her, it's difficult to contain the pleasure she must contend with, the pleasure that Venom's begun to instill with the expansion of his mass, the blackness that envelops the space between their respective loins. It's true that Angela stumbles once or twice, but it's also not like Venom's making it easy for her. He seems to adore challenging her, testing her limits by nearly giving her more than she can tolerate. It's like he wants to give her too much of a good thing, with all the pressure on her clit unceasing. That, combined with the force of his girth, making itself known inside her with every bucking up of his hips. Venom's clearly getting too greedy here, thinking he can get away with making Angela finish a second time, well before he even does.
Because his hips move faster and harder underneath her, such that any greater force might send her flying. She feels like tongue-like sensation swirling more fervently around her clit, pressing at a faster tempo. Some mischievous part of Venom wants to turn this into a contest... if it isn't one already. ]
You just strike us as somebody worth impressing.
If that's a problem, we can do badly on purpose.
[ Angela had best believe he's only joking. That for all the creaturely, primordial, and alien monstrousness of Venom... he can afford to have a sense of humor. ]
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Good answer.
[ While it impresses Venom to witness Angela's resolve, admittedly... none of it surprises him. When their minds connected, and he shared the vast expanse of the symbiotic bond with her, they also received her experiences. Glimpses of the extremes she took and the sacrifices she made to honor her oath, to uphold the sanctity of life in keeping with her principles. And while Venom doesn't hold all life sacred, especially not the lives of those who'd harm the innocent, he can respect a devotion to principles that only elevates Angela.
Elevates her higher, in Venom's doubled mind, than any pair of mechanical wings can.
She responds well, after all, to the escalation. To the onslaught of sensations that Venom's begun to return in kind, even as she mounts him. It pleases him to witness the ways she must sustain herself, hold herself steady, especially by clawing at him. Symbiote matter doesn't budge against her nails like the outermost layer of human skin, but her intention is very much felt. She can almost feel Venom feeling it.
Even for her, it's difficult to contain the pleasure she must contend with, the pleasure that Venom's begun to instill with the expansion of his mass, the blackness that envelops the space between their respective loins. It's true that Angela stumbles once or twice, but it's also not like Venom's making it easy for her. He seems to adore challenging her, testing her limits by nearly giving her more than she can tolerate. It's like he wants to give her too much of a good thing, with all the pressure on her clit unceasing. That, combined with the force of his girth, making itself known inside her with every bucking up of his hips. Venom's clearly getting too greedy here, thinking he can get away with making Angela finish a second time, well before he even does.
Because his hips move faster and harder underneath her, such that any greater force might send her flying. She feels like tongue-like sensation swirling more fervently around her clit, pressing at a faster tempo. Some mischievous part of Venom wants to turn this into a contest... if it isn't one already. ]
You just strike us as somebody worth impressing.
If that's a problem, we can do badly on purpose.
[ Angela had best believe he's only joking. That for all the creaturely, primordial, and alien monstrousness of Venom... he can afford to have a sense of humor. ]