[ This... was not her. Angela wouldn't have given into curiosity, to innate attraction, to desperate quests for knowledge. It wasn't dubious that she came to the conclusion to consummate this bond with him. There was no misconception – she knew what this was... that this was a test of their compatibility and their strength together. He had saved her, yet she knows she owes him nothing. Readily, however, she gives. Mind, body, and perhaps soul if that was a concept Venom believed in were able to be claimed in this moment – where her orgasm gives her clarity and an understanding that they were one.
Words garbled in the back of her mind became clearer, moments shared with her earlier became as if she slipped glasses on to see something so distant with precise understanding. There's a confidence as she grinds herself down onto him in the precious seconds after her orgasm, underlining the wet ink of their signatures in this contract. There was an obligation to herself, not Venom or even Eddie that he can feel. The pride, the dedication – she serves him like she has her past lovers, where she grits her teeth and uses his girth to ghost her orgasm longer, lingering the shivers that rock through her core.
It was enough. Angela was enough to get him off, to experience something as familiar as this with something... otherworldly. His spunk fills her, sure, and she can feel no hesitance in it – she merely digs the bottom of her palm deeper into the side of his neck for leverage, body hoisting up enough for his own mess to begin to ...well, yes, pool out of her. Angela's gasping for air at this point, every inch of her stricken with sweat. Venom's words fall nearly deaf to her and soon, she scoots herself off of him, back pressed against the wall as well – regaining her wits and succumbing to her own fatigue.
But, one thing was certain now: all she felt... was incredible heat. A renewed sense of purpose. No cold, no voices calling out to her. It was as if she sated... something inside of her. Her fingertips move down, barely letting her fingers trace at her slit – as if examining herself and the proof of their union... ]
Is there pleasure for you? Hunger, yes, I felt that – but... Is it Eddie's desires or – [ She shakes her head, no, no in her native tongue. ] Do your desires align together, even if one may not need such a feeling? Will ours align?
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Words garbled in the back of her mind became clearer, moments shared with her earlier became as if she slipped glasses on to see something so distant with precise understanding. There's a confidence as she grinds herself down onto him in the precious seconds after her orgasm, underlining the wet ink of their signatures in this contract. There was an obligation to herself, not Venom or even Eddie that he can feel. The pride, the dedication – she serves him like she has her past lovers, where she grits her teeth and uses his girth to ghost her orgasm longer, lingering the shivers that rock through her core.
It was enough. Angela was enough to get him off, to experience something as familiar as this with something... otherworldly. His spunk fills her, sure, and she can feel no hesitance in it – she merely digs the bottom of her palm deeper into the side of his neck for leverage, body hoisting up enough for his own mess to begin to ...well, yes, pool out of her. Angela's gasping for air at this point, every inch of her stricken with sweat. Venom's words fall nearly deaf to her and soon, she scoots herself off of him, back pressed against the wall as well – regaining her wits and succumbing to her own fatigue.
But, one thing was certain now: all she felt... was incredible heat. A renewed sense of purpose. No cold, no voices calling out to her. It was as if she sated... something inside of her. Her fingertips move down, barely letting her fingers trace at her slit – as if examining herself and the proof of their union... ]
Is there pleasure for you? Hunger, yes, I felt that – but... Is it Eddie's desires or – [ She shakes her head, no, no in her native tongue. ] Do your desires align together, even if one may not need such a feeling? Will ours align?