[ This 'treatment' must qualify as healing of a different kind, then. Because for all the querying and soul-searching Angela might perform given the effects of the symbiote's presence, the effects of Venom's unison, her own presence is therapeutic to him. The feeling of establishing a bond, of calcifying a connection with a new other, utterly invigorates him. Not just on the level of emotion, but also on the level of strength. There is power in accommodating Angela - all her memories, talents, and skills - that only feeds Venom's own. Not so much parasitic as it is, indeed, symbiotic. Because the longer they consummate their bond, and perhaps... the more often they do it, "Angela" and "Venom" become less mutually exclusive concepts. Rather, they intertwine as if to be no different, just as Eddie and the symbiote are linked.
Of course, the budding link between Venom and Angela only means he can anticipate her next climax. Feel her climbing towards it with every thrust of his hips from below, every maneuver of his webbing that palpates Angela's clit so delicately. Force and precision, the fruits of prowess in both strength and skill, inch Venom closer and closer to a second victory. To another instantiation of the way he claims her, and she him. It excites him into a low, sinister laugh-- a show of wicked delight that echoes across the clinic rather hauntingly. Less alien, more demon... but all Venom. ]
This is as much a matter of want as it is of need.
We're not just invested because of instinct. Or some pheromones.
Linking our minds has shown us who you are. Who you really are.
[ He doesn't relent. To the woman known as Mercy, Venom offers her none. Not when he can pummel against her walls even harder than before, leaving her clit beholden to its own onslaught of sensations all the while. He makes no effort to hold her steady when the webbing that connects their separate loins already does. No, he just looks up at her thoughtfully, carrying out his actions with tireless, inhuman consistency. ]
You rock, Angela. You are worthy of admiration.
[ But the longer he goes, and the closer he takes Angela to her own orgasm... he feels the rise secondhand. The clustering of sensations that presage her climax are not dormant in her alone, but in Venom as well. Extended contact in this manner has solidified their bond to the point that it's starting to look like Angela's orgasm will also be his own. For just as he can feel hers approaching, she can feel his as well. She can see it, too, the moment Venom's composure fades. When he starts looking away, in what she can only presume is some level of bashfulness... because his breathing is conspicuously harsh. His diaphragm heaves even as he thrusts beneath her in total abandon. ]
Which is why you have... ours.
[ It might surprise her to witness Venom so winded that he struggles to finish a sentence.
But he, in his relentless ministrations, will not cease. He'll make her finish.
She may just be surprised to witness what follows. ]
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Of course, the budding link between Venom and Angela only means he can anticipate her next climax. Feel her climbing towards it with every thrust of his hips from below, every maneuver of his webbing that palpates Angela's clit so delicately. Force and precision, the fruits of prowess in both strength and skill, inch Venom closer and closer to a second victory. To another instantiation of the way he claims her, and she him. It excites him into a low, sinister laugh-- a show of wicked delight that echoes across the clinic rather hauntingly. Less alien, more demon... but all Venom. ]
This is as much a matter of want as it is of need.
We're not just invested because of instinct. Or some pheromones.
Linking our minds has shown us who you are. Who you really are.
[ He doesn't relent. To the woman known as Mercy, Venom offers her none. Not when he can pummel against her walls even harder than before, leaving her clit beholden to its own onslaught of sensations all the while. He makes no effort to hold her steady when the webbing that connects their separate loins already does. No, he just looks up at her thoughtfully, carrying out his actions with tireless, inhuman consistency. ]
You rock, Angela. You are worthy of admiration.
[ But the longer he goes, and the closer he takes Angela to her own orgasm... he feels the rise secondhand. The clustering of sensations that presage her climax are not dormant in her alone, but in Venom as well. Extended contact in this manner has solidified their bond to the point that it's starting to look like Angela's orgasm will also be his own. For just as he can feel hers approaching, she can feel his as well. She can see it, too, the moment Venom's composure fades. When he starts looking away, in what she can only presume is some level of bashfulness... because his breathing is conspicuously harsh. His diaphragm heaves even as he thrusts beneath her in total abandon. ]
Which is why you have... ours.
[ It might surprise her to witness Venom so winded that he struggles to finish a sentence.
But he, in his relentless ministrations, will not cease. He'll make her finish.
She may just be surprised to witness what follows. ]