[ It might indeed be what's so inexplicable about this bond that fascinates Angela. How days of barely knowing Venom - barely knowing both Eddie and the symbiote - instead feel like years. Like the connection of their minds has given Angela a familiarity that takes "making up for lost time" to its furthest logical extent. She lacks fear in Venom's presence because in many ways, she commands knowledge over him. Understands what he is capable of, what choices he would and wouldn't make... even if she is not capable of fully articulating the minutiae of Venom's mind. All that makes him tick.
But it goes both ways. Because to Venom, Angela is equally proximate, yet somewhat opaque in places. Still distant. The purpose of consummating their bond, of entrenching their connection, seems to be to close that distance. The longer their bodies touch, the longer they exchange warmth like - indeed - two lovers, the closer they get to bridging the gap. To living up to the sense within each of them that they are no longer fully individuals, incontrovertibly separate. They are more connected than each of them understand.
Well, maybe the symbiote understands, but Eddie can't squeeze an answer out of it that doesn't involve speaking in riddles. For all the awareness granted to Eddie and Angela about the longevity of the symbiote, the civilizations it has watched rise and fall across the stars, it does not seem to fully understand its own nature. Then again, certain workings of the human brain are still a mystery, even in this age. The ocean depths are as much a frontier to human understanding as outer space. This might be why, between Eddie and Angela, the mystery of the symbiote is less a problem than it is a puzzle.
And the budding strength between Venom and Angela, the strength they share through their consummation, will better equip them to solve that puzzle. And to address, for that matter, the plethora of other problems they must face. Venom's persecution, for instance. His personal war on evil that soon, Angela will no doubt be a party to... if she isn't already. That, at least, is a conviction she must have felt radiating from him earlier on.
When the matter at hand didn't concern, like now, a transfer of pleasure. Torturous pleasure.
The kind that, when Angela finishes, smothers Venom like a tidal wave. A force he can't withstand, but can only succumb to, be swept away by. Because as soon as Angela trembles, her insides on fire, Venom also burns from within. When she cries out, so does he. He knows if he cuts loose, he could shout loud enough to scare all the forest fauna, and perhaps alarm any outsiders into investigating what should be an abandoned clinic. This is why Angela can see him struggle to silence himself, pleasured moans reduced to stifled grunts. He won't allow himself to compromise what they now have, won't permit the risk of exposure.
Between Angela's legs, she'll feel Venom's muscles tense below his waist. Him seizing up as he continues pumping his girth inside her, focus so reduced to the duality of his climax and hers, that the blackness connecting their loins sinks back into his body. From his cock, now all that connects them, she'll feel him start to twitch violently against her walls. The motions of riding him, of him bucking his hips up against her weight, utterly cease. Instead, he grips her hips with each hand. Holds her steady as if to steady himself, for when indeed... he finishes.
Like and unlike a "normal" lover. From within him bursts helpings of his own seed, sourced from Eddie's body but tainted by the symbiote's influence. Blackened, but no different in its texture. A tad explosively, the substance fills Angela's walls, only to seep down and out from her folds. ]
Do not... be alarmed.
[ He struggles to speak through his own gasps for air, not quite finished-- ]
The symbiote nullifies what you'd typically expect. Nothing will happen to you...
[ The last of it's squeezed out of him as he remains inside Angela, though altogether he collapses against the bed. Spent not only by the intensity of his own feeling, but also by experiencing Angela's. She can probably accept that he's only been more visibly winded in his fight with Juggernaut!
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But it goes both ways. Because to Venom, Angela is equally proximate, yet somewhat opaque in places. Still distant. The purpose of consummating their bond, of entrenching their connection, seems to be to close that distance. The longer their bodies touch, the longer they exchange warmth like - indeed - two lovers, the closer they get to bridging the gap. To living up to the sense within each of them that they are no longer fully individuals, incontrovertibly separate. They are more connected than each of them understand.
Well, maybe the symbiote understands, but Eddie can't squeeze an answer out of it that doesn't involve speaking in riddles. For all the awareness granted to Eddie and Angela about the longevity of the symbiote, the civilizations it has watched rise and fall across the stars, it does not seem to fully understand its own nature. Then again, certain workings of the human brain are still a mystery, even in this age. The ocean depths are as much a frontier to human understanding as outer space. This might be why, between Eddie and Angela, the mystery of the symbiote is less a problem than it is a puzzle.
And the budding strength between Venom and Angela, the strength they share through their consummation, will better equip them to solve that puzzle. And to address, for that matter, the plethora of other problems they must face. Venom's persecution, for instance. His personal war on evil that soon, Angela will no doubt be a party to... if she isn't already. That, at least, is a conviction she must have felt radiating from him earlier on.
When the matter at hand didn't concern, like now, a transfer of pleasure. Torturous pleasure.
The kind that, when Angela finishes, smothers Venom like a tidal wave. A force he can't withstand, but can only succumb to, be swept away by. Because as soon as Angela trembles, her insides on fire, Venom also burns from within. When she cries out, so does he. He knows if he cuts loose, he could shout loud enough to scare all the forest fauna, and perhaps alarm any outsiders into investigating what should be an abandoned clinic. This is why Angela can see him struggle to silence himself, pleasured moans reduced to stifled grunts. He won't allow himself to compromise what they now have, won't permit the risk of exposure.
Between Angela's legs, she'll feel Venom's muscles tense below his waist. Him seizing up as he continues pumping his girth inside her, focus so reduced to the duality of his climax and hers, that the blackness connecting their loins sinks back into his body. From his cock, now all that connects them, she'll feel him start to twitch violently against her walls. The motions of riding him, of him bucking his hips up against her weight, utterly cease. Instead, he grips her hips with each hand. Holds her steady as if to steady himself, for when indeed... he finishes.
Like and unlike a "normal" lover. From within him bursts helpings of his own seed, sourced from Eddie's body but tainted by the symbiote's influence. Blackened, but no different in its texture. A tad explosively, the substance fills Angela's walls, only to seep down and out from her folds. ]
Do not... be alarmed.
[ He struggles to speak through his own gasps for air, not quite finished-- ]
The symbiote nullifies what you'd typically expect. Nothing will happen to you...
[ The last of it's squeezed out of him as he remains inside Angela, though altogether he collapses against the bed. Spent not only by the intensity of his own feeling, but also by experiencing Angela's. She can probably accept that he's only been more visibly winded in his fight with Juggernaut!
Might be good to know she comes a close second. ]