[vency] angel effect

[responds]

[ It has been reported for decades that near-death experiences can be a diverse reaction. Some claim to see nothing but light. Some claim to replay the major moments in their life on repeat. Others? Claim to see angels parting the heavens, a salvation to deliver news that their time was not yet here.

It was not the first time one of her patients made the comparison – she had heard it multiple times during her career, but Angela didn't like it. There was no divine intervention here, no holy significance. It was science. Science that allowed her to practice medicine, join an organization that seemingly wanted to make the world a better place, and keep those in good health alive for one more day. It brought her to cross paths with someone that would leave a mark... that would show fleeting faith was not what would save someone.

A scientific mind wants to know how, to know the workings on something that was presented to them. She couldn't. Angela fails time and time again to think of what the symbiote did to her – for all methods to her own knowledge? She should be dead. Then again, so should the man recovering in Room 319 in the Valkyrie Medical Facility.

Angela monitored him – one of the few who dared to – for days, maybe even a week solid. Her time tending to his wounds were not purely physical, but there was something heavenly about how she treats her patience. Something an oath or medical degree can't provide. ]

Again. I do not care if you can run a marathon... I want to see your gait. Walk slowly from one side of the room to the other.

[ Her coat drags against the floor, her pen tapping to her clipboard. She treats him like any patient, no matter the... complications... he may bring. They had crossed paths back and forth, her notes on the symbiote adding to be its own novel – but she doesn't share it, doesn't publish it. It's for them. For their own benefit. The wheels of her chair scoot away, giving him room to walk – freeing him from an elongated bedrest. Her voice was a bit more pinpointed, less warmth and more direct. He responded better to that side of her. ]

The faster you oblige, the faster you can leave.

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[primevil]

[ Thanks to Angela's first remarks, Eddie realizes he should know better than to assume human life is all life. He's bonded to a non-human entity, after all, but more to the point: a lack of human attention won't slow down the way nature heals, no matter how long it may take. No matter how differently that healing might look from before, depending on the nature of the scarring. And then the macro-level stuff, what Angela addresses about a universal tendency to desire survival, commands Eddie's attention. Compels him to consider how the vastness of this bond is going to show itself in the duration of his life. How it might affect it.

Based on what the symbiote can do for Eddie, and what their bond has done for Angela, he doesn't doubt her pronouncements on a grand instinct to survive. ]

I've survived a lot that I shouldn't have, thanks to this bond. Wouldn't be surprised if this happens to slow down my aging, as well as yours.

[ So time just might be a weaker enemy to them than it is for all other lifeforms. Time itself will tell if this proves to be a blessing or a curse.

And then Angela pushes back at him. Forbids him from self-flagellating, punishing himself for his and the symbiote's many sins. He who at least meditates on his past actions, devoting more than a passing thought to the weight of his misdeeds. Can the same even be said of Juggernaut? Of Reaper? Of practically the rest of Talon?

Not that Eddie's expecting a cookie for having a conscience. ]

It's probably written all over my face, isn't it? That I've made difficult choices. Impossible ones.

Despite all this power, things still fall apart beyond my control. People get hurt.

Seems I've finally met another person who truly gets it.

[ With that, Eddie gives her a wistful smile. Nothing conciliatory, like he's trying to lighten the mood or save face, but one that he hopes to express in understanding. He didn't take any oaths as a doctor would, but he did swear to protect the innocent as Venom. To be a lethal protector who would dare to go the extra mile, to cross a line many heroes would never consider. He's allowed blood to accumulate on his hands, as long as it means saving as many innocent lives as possible. ]

You've got that right, Doc. Ain't my first rodeo, anyway, being an enemy of the state. Now just so happens that Overwatch and Talon are both on my ass.

And this hideout is more than enough. More than we've ever gotten. So you don't have to put your career on the line just for me.

My other and I do have a lotta loose ends that need tying, outside of this. The kind of work only Venom can do.

Speaking of--

[ Within seconds, the symbiote envelops Eddie's body, emerging from inside him. The blackness takes over, pouring down every inch of him until the man is fully subsumed into the symbiote, and Venom is born again. In the privacy of this facility, it seems he couldn't stay away from his true self for long. His whole self. And his voice radically changes, made monstrous by the transition to this form. If not for the knowledge that it's Eddie Brock under there, he could be mistaken for an entirely different being. An alien in the fullest sense, not only to this planet but to the heights of human understanding in this advanced age. ]

--that's more like it.

Now, Angela... if you're still figuring us out, no one else knows what they're really up against.

But we promise not to kill your colleagues. We just want to convince everyone to back off.

None of that is urgent, though. No one is currently in pursuit of us.

So we must ask you, Angela. What will you do now?

[responds]

[ With whatever bond they share now rooted inside of them, they were still learning. Eddie's experience with the symbiote was one thing – he's able to accept or at the very least, control parts of it. The sensation to Angela's form felt a few degrees colder – that was one of the major changes in her own tests during the recovery process, aside from the insomnia and sense of feeling... off.

Eddie was the veteran here. Whatever the symbiote had done to his life – change it, ruin it, uproot it, divert it... his experiences gave him valuable 'data' to learn and improve from. Be better, as he wants to keep bringing up. The innate call to survive, even in a simple form like improving would be crucial at times, right?

She walks by without so much as making eye contact with him as he speaks. That wasn't cold, he could tell she was instead focused. The run-down clinic had seen better days, had once seen people lining up for her treatments and working well into the night. There was once life here, but now... who knows what they would call this.

Angela disappears into one of the clinic rooms, an overturned medical bed hoisted up with less concern and resistance. She felt a little stronger, despite feeling so fatigued. ]

In all of this endless knowledge, you do know you still must take it one day at a time.

[ Was she ... teasing him? Was she being too scientific with her words? There was warmth there – really, there was rarely a person who did not find the Doctor at least pleasant. Her empathy, her kindness, the sass of her character... there are reasons why those people stood in lines in this very clinic.

Now, even in another room – she feels like part of her is missing. The bed may be flipped over and the sheets stripped of it, caked with dirt and who knew what else – but she stops and looks at the wall... as if she knew Eddie was on the other side of it.

She listens, eyes shut and formulates her own confusing, unsure thoughts. ]

I am not worried about my career. Take me from a fully-fledged hospital to one 10 years behind in its equipment and I still can do good. You must not –

[ Worry? Her steps took her to the doorframe, and by the time she tried to reassure him, mainly to keep his vitals calm – she is greeted with something else. Something she is still adjusting to seeing. He can feel her heart sink, not out of fear but out of ... familiarity? As if she missed the sight... ]

We need to have time to convince. Time to be clear. Clarity inspires, clarity leaves little to doubt. If we understand, if we are clear – that will convince our story.

[ Our story. Our story. Our story.

There was no he or her – only them. ]

As it currently stands? Sleep. I am of no use if I do not get rest. Be it a fight, be it helping, be it... anything. This bond has kept me shivering at night... thinking of – you. All that you are, all that you have been trying to tell me.

[ Her hip catches the doorframe as she leans against it, running her hands through her own blonde strands, pushing stray hair back from her face. ]

Then after that? Making this place suitable. Setting up a secure connection and perhaps... trying to find where Talon has been in this area. They have to be within a 50 mile radius.

[primevil]

[ Before Eddie's already changed into Venom, it's clear he doesn't mind standing back and watching Angela inspect her surroundings. All the better, after all, that she go ahead and check just how well the place holds up. He can only imagine the memories here, the many nights spent doing her job-- abiding by the oaths she swore. From afar, he can feel the swirl of emotions within her. The nostalgia perhaps, for a simpler time. But also the recognition that even back then, things were complex. Bigger in implications and scope than she could grasp without hindsight, especially when she was in the business of saving people's lives, often tending to the sick and wounded.

There's more dignity in her profession than in the task he's chosen for himself. He once protected a vulnerable community that had fled from society, taking refuge in an abandoned city beneath San Francisco. That was the most he was ever considered a pillar of some community, and now... he's a complete renegade. A dark soul drifting. His dedication to his and the symbiote's shared purpose should be its own reward, but the absence of recognition - of validation - can still be demoralizing. He's learned to understand what his former enemy has had to deal with, public maligning and all. Eddie's former hatred was fed by the same misunderstanding-- so he can only imagine how many people hate Venom for the wrong reasons. ]

My other and I have spent the past several years on the run, Doc. The days sort of just blend for us now.

[ He laughs, though, matching Angela's warmth. Simply making light of what he's been living with for so long, as well as how he's been living. It's worthwhile to have a perspective other than the symbiote's for once. The two of them might have been Angela's anchor for the transmission of knowledge back in the hospital, but Eddie's starting to think that she can be his anchor: yet more of the human element Venom's always needed. More of the demystification Venom would profess for himself.

Speaking of which, it's as Venom that he later addresses her. Heeds her words about their ability - his and Mercy's, as one - to testify the truth. ]

Sleep sounds good. The restoration of our strength will be vital to subjugating Talon's goons.

[ Despite the fact that he's unfamiliar with the place, Angela's memories here bestow upon him familiarity by proxy. He understands where there's a back room containing a hospital bed, and quickly proceeds towards it. But to get there, he must pass through the very doorframe in which Angela stands. ]

You have been... cold, then. Cold without us.

[ With something of a neutral expression, Venom hasn't bared much of his fangs since transforming. He stays that way looking over Angela's shoulder, which isn't difficult, to then assess what was once used as a patient room. ]

The warmth of our bond is why you shivered, Angela. Your body recognized what it was missing.

[ Instead of looking over Angela, Venom looks down at her instead. ]

We don't know how to ask this of you. But it doesn't have to remain that way.

[ And for the first time, as fearsome a monster as Venom actually looks nervous. Like him in his colossal stature is fretful of walking on eggshells. Not wanting to impose in case Angela would prefer that room for herself, Venom takes a step back, crossing his arms as he awaits a response. But then he clears his venomous throat, sensing the clear tension in the air that connects his and Angela's bodies. While the bond that's formed between them presents a powerful pull, Angela represents the presence of a third conscience. In quiet moments such as this, with no other stimuli present, the mere perception of her can be staggering. ]

You need only join us. That's all we're saying.

[responds]

[ Anyone can take an oath. Anyone can violate that oath. It takes a specific kind of person to live their life thoughtfully and selflessly to follow it. Angela sacrifices much in her time to serve – she puts her own ego and frustrations with how Overwatch dismantled to rejoin and serve. The baggage Angela carries was seemingly so small, but it weighed on her. Eddie feels that now. That even with her sense of freedom, she wants to continue to do more – and now she's at odds with the facility that could do that.

He can pinpoint her feelings – she can't pinpoint his just as clearly. His experiences yields so much... her experience was new, their bond so fresh that she's trying to make sense of so much at once. When it was Venom trying to help her bridge in the gaps of her new sensations, of her new feelings.

When she looks upon Venom, she notes the near... docile look. Part of her wanted to comfort the 'creature', to step closer and ... almost do as he wanted. Join him. Her skin feels goosebumps prick against her skin, he can feel the same cold she mentioned moments ago... he can see as her form nearly shivered.

Was she begging for what was missing? Was this not a physical reaction? She thought it was an adjustment to her physical state, perhaps an adjustment to the new... bond.

But, as they speak – maybe they were right. Something was missing. ]

Like before? When you... [ Angela takes a step back into the clinic room, the tension was there but she works through it. Finds new bed linens to make the bed as if they were having a normal conversation. As if any of this was normal. Angela busies herself, as she tends to do, but there's a small unsure look on her face that still has the warmth only she could offer in times of uncertainty. ] Are you cold, then? Since you... bonded with me. Not before. I want to know if you feel... different.

[primevil]

[ And while Angela prepares the bed, pensive and trepidatious about where exactly she stands with Venom, the creature watches. Even carries the stack of folded linens and pillowcases she'd recovered, letting her take and prepare them as needed. It's while doing this that Venom heeds her last words, looking every bit as docile as he seems. Far from the ravenous, embattled disposition he was often found in during combat, his time in the hospital had left an impact. Thanks to Angela, Venom has learned how to slow down. ]

The question is not how cold we are, but how cold you are.

But since we made contact, there is no denying a wholeness that we feel is missing.

Missing without you.

[ While Venom speaks, Angela's distracting herself by flattening out the bedsheet with her hands. It's then that she finds massive claws gently encircling her forearms, almost holding each of them in some kind of careful caress. As if Venom regards her now with a distinct reverence, with his body soon pressing up against her back. From behind, he still towers over her, looking down with something of a neutral expression. He's pressed so closely now, though, that there's practically nothing between them. Angela could simply lean back and let the blackness of the abyss swallow her whole-- the cosmic enormity of what Venom represents, now so proximate. ]

We want you, Angela. We want your warmth.

But we refuse to take what we can't also give in return.

[ Within him, Eddie remembers. Love that has failed due to the complications brought on by the symbiote. The fear instilled by Venom and his form. An alienation that made it feel impossible to love and be loved, but now? Whatever becomes of this uncanny intimacy, the critical difference lies in how a bond was already formed. Venom may still be alien to Angela conceptually, but that is far from the case physically. Not when her body has already been sheltered by the symbiote's protection, every inch of her now belonging to Venom, and more importantly... vice versa. ]

Remember. We are as much yours as you are ours. That is symbiosis.

[responds]

[ It was one of the few things she did to cope. To keep moving forward and not address the big... menacing elephant in the room. By all accounts, Venom should be feared. A beast from another world, a monster that consumes as much as as it needs to. There was no records, no real studies on the anomaly. It was Angela who needs to spearhead it, not for the scientific "benefits" it would yield... but for her own need. Her own understanding, as if trying to figure out a piece of her.

In such a short amount of time, she has not adjusted. She has not figured it out. There's something that's calling her, begging for her to just... give in. It wasn't human nature, it wasn't an ambitious trait Angela usually submits to – to partake in.

Her stance straightens and she sinks back into the darkness – caught off guard, perhaps wanting that wholeness subconsciously. However, she catches herself before she literally does submerge herself against him – the intimacy was still there but so... different than a preconceived notion. This wasn't lewd, it wasn't romantic, it was... needed. In ways that she felt she never had before. The symbiote didn't beg. Eddie didn't beg. And in this brief moment – she feels... warm. ]

If... this happens... will I always be cold? [ Without them. Even after they soak in a new, dazzling warmth – is it like an addiction, she wonders? Angela's back stays against him, both of her hands pressed to her collarbone, even with his form on – against – hers. ] Will it always go back to that?

[primevil]

[ Venom understands it. The sinking feeling in Angela's stomach that her curiosity here, a thirst for discovery that comes naturally to a scientific mind, serves no social benefit. No benefit, in her mind, besides her own edification. But is it really such a bad thing, to want to understand this new part of herself? Is it selfish to desire to learn what this is, attaining mastery over it through knowledge?

As Angela shifts her weight to lean on the figure behind her, this does not equal a subsumption into Venom's amorphous mass. But the proximity she achieves by pressing against him gives her the exact warmth that she notices. The warmth, perhaps, of belonging. By this time, Venom had already let go of her wrists, having only taken them to catch her attention and disrupt her attempts to busy herself. Replacing one trance, it seems, with another: the symbiote's pull.

By the time Angela asks her question, Venom places his hands on her hips. There is no erotic caress here, but a seeming desire to hold her steady. A means of keeping her from getting any closer, but also from going no further. ]

Yes. But not unbearably so.

[ Venom continues looking down at Angela out of curiosity, watching for the minutest change in her expression. What, after all, does this extended tension bring to the surface? What, within her, is waiting to burst? ]

You'll be reminded of what you do not have when you're without it.

Fortunately... we are not very far. We could be a hell of a lot farther.

But if you think this is warm, you must understand.

[ Carefully, Venom relinquishes one of his hands from its place on Mercy's hip. His fingers gravitate to the bedsheet in front of them, patting down parts of it that needed flattening. After doing so, the hand lingers, as if in contemplation of the very bed that it touches. ]

We can be warmer.

You must tell us if that's something you're ready for.

Something you... desire.

[responds]

[ It was easy to accept life as it should be. This was one of the first things many doctors believe – that it is an inevitability to age, grow, and eventually die. If she was to die, something other than fate interjected. Now, as she feels a pull almost bringing her from inside of her own head – inside of her own misunderstandings and shortcomings in terms of bonding so clearly with this being.

They were at a crossroads – sensations she never could attribute to love or lust, but a sense of... home. As if this warmth reminds her of sunny summer days where the festival goers pass the window right in front of them. When the pull of home calls, it makes her eyes nearly swell up in tears. He gives her honesty, a gentleness that she did not admittedly expect.

Words feel short of her acceptance. That even after such a short period, her time with the symbiote has changed part of her. There was no denying. The dreams, the coldness, the difference in how she looks upon him compared to their first encounter – it was different now. Breaking the concept of individuality, it was difficult for her but – ]

Show me, then. If you offer the solution... I wish to test this... bond.

[ There was no romanticism to her acceptance. To her agreement. Science and medicine would be nowhere without testing... and perhaps – the fear subsides when she realizes this itself is a test and she is almost eager for an answer. For a result she can try to make sense of. If he offers her warmth, if he offers her something... she accepts, her gaze falling upon him without fear or even uncertainty.

Angela looks to him as confident as she did in the field, as if this could save a life – or three, if the fates were kind. ]

[primevil]

You wish to test, but it's you who'll be tested.

[ Where Venom was gentle before, and careful, it was clear he was also guarded. But Angela's acceptance of her bond, down to her perishing any trepidation in her mind, strikes Venom as a vote of confidence. He can feel the change, like the opening of floodgates. As a signal for him to let down some walls of his own, his stare of intense contemplation becomes an enthusiastic grin. No tongue out yet, but fangs are nonetheless bared-- the sheer animality of Venom returning to the surface. Because now it seems that so much of what's to follow will be predicated on instinct. The kind that fills Angela with a sense of belonging the longer she dwells in Venom's presence, and the closer that she is to it.

Venom separates from her back now to give himself allowance for his subsequent plans. ]

Not that it's a bad thing. We consider this a fun exercise.

[ It's as he utters these words that Venom's hand, the one still holding Angela's hip, rises to her shoulder. His other hand retreats from the bed to clasp the opposite shoulder, such that both hands soon tug. Angela, meanwhile, witnesses the slow beginnings of him disrobing her, Venom taking her coat and tossing it onto an adjacent crate.

And while he could simply crouch or do anything else 'normally' to adjust his own height, he doesn't bother to lean over to pull down Angela's pants. Tendrils, rather, emerge from his body to slip into the fabric, slithering between it and her skin as it all obtains a grip. Her blouse, on the other hand, is another story-- demanding more attention from those same tendrils, that steadily unbutton her, coiling around each button and pulling as one would using fingers.

When both garments have fallen, Venom tosses them where the coat first landed. And he leans over Angela's shoulder, hovering over her from behind. His tongue finally rolls out from his maw, the latter a disarrayed arrangement of fangs. Here is a creaturely being that seems expressly designed to kill and destroy, but his lethal exterior is only... soft. Careful. The tongue, for instance, moves with a deliberation missing from his frenzied movements during combat. It glides smoothly against the surface of Angela's skin, lapping up the side of her neck and the corner of her jawline. Despite the thin trail of saliva that it leaves, Angela would not be mistaken to take this as some gesture of affection. ]

We can go further than this. We simply want nothing between us.

[ Truly, Eddie often wore the suit in lieu of true clothing, and today remains no exception. Eddie places that much stock in this bond.

And if Angela assents, Venom continues. The same tendrils that exercised care and precision before now muster that same acumen, some undoing Angela's bra while others pull her panties to the floor. It's when those too are discarded that she'll find herself clad in nothing, save for the warming presence of the symbiote. Of Venom. And now, he steps close enough behind her that once again, there is nothing between them. Only her back exposed to the undulating mass, the utter substance of Venom that - despite appearing viscous - is surprisingly firm.

He then enfolds his arms around her in an embrace that is distinctly warm. Like a hearth in a log cabin during winter, or sunlight after rain in springtime. Perhaps even the omnipresent glow of the summer sun that Angela remembers so fondly. It's with these feelings that Venom continues to embrace her, primed to consummate the connection that's been tugging at them since they first made contact. ]

You must tell us, Angela. Tell us if you're ready.

[responds]

[ There may be truth to that, more than Angela was ready to admit. It was easy to claim it was her desire to help him – that no animalistic and foreign attraction was bringing her to him, but would she be able to lie? He can feel her, they both can feel the storm of curiosity and desperation for understanding. Where it borderlines into a hunger for heat. For warmth. For want that may never find the end.

She parts her lips to stammer out some poorly constructed rebuttal – but it fails as soon as it begins. Why does she need to defend herself? The ghosting feeling... is there a pulse he can pinpoint? A thought that strays longer than she thinks to when she looks at the being (and man) before her? It's invasive, but – she instead contends with the shift of clothing being pulled from her frame. It was easy to get lost into a trance, the sensations and emotions all a storm swelling inside of her. By the time her jacket was gone and those tendrils encompass around her. Her hands instinctively rise, as if trying to grasp at something – the back of a lover's hand, the mapped and familiar form of their bicep pressed into her. Instead, she feels the warmth spread across her bare skin when the shirt becomes another afterthought. ]

Mr. Brock – [ Her words finally stumble, and she nearly stumbles the symbiote's claim to name as well, but she fails. Her heart thumps against her chest, her thighs instinctively tightening in a guarded stance to sate her body's own reaction – how hollow she feels, how cold she feels with the shivering sensation he offers her then. That tongue... it canvases against her as if claiming her undoubtedly. Or, perhaps, when she undoes how human nature was so focused on one and one – he was bringing her back to where they would be whole. It will become second-nature, one day. He leaves her with the gesture, leaves her eyes shut tight and jaw dropping as if her body betrays her.

The promise of answers, of wholeness was too good for even the most noble and realistic doctors to ignore. For the woman he's bonded with to ignore. She gulps and nods. ]

And... there can not be. A life of suffering... of being cold, alone.

[ The summer she remembers was gone and heat was calling for her – and as each layer was pulled away and she was bare, he had all the answers he would need from her. Her willingness, her bare body allowing the black mass to press against her and take any lingering warmth she offers.

The firmness against her was a swooping, strange feelings but – there was something Angela feels obligated to do. To pull from him as if there was some last minute doubt. Her eyes meet his – whether she can see Eddie or Venom, she doesn't care. ]

I... am. If this happens, everything you spoke – our bond – it will be us. Together. Beyond us warming ourselves, beyond.. tendrilled webs binding us, and beyond a doctor and patient. [ Her words were strong, not lost in the haze of her own uncertainty or her body's reaction to his touches. ] Together in ways no one else can understand. Where words... fail.

[ Carefully, her hand moves as if she was trying to touch a wild animal. She doesn't stop until her knuckles brush against his jawline, to grow accustomed to the sensation on her terms as well. ]

[primevil]

Good.

[ Venom's fascinated grin becomes one of satisfaction, though now that Angela's facing him, she'll admittedly find it hard to tell the difference. ]

Our understanding matters more than anyone else's.

[ When she appraises his jawline with her knuckles, his massive, clawed hand reaches to caress her cheek. Though his fingertips are sharp in their current state, they don't leave a scratch, with all the care he exercises touching her face. Though he positively towers over her, his stature doesn't strike him as a distinct advantage, or something emblematic of some notion of power over her. Because truly, this is not about power. Never about power. The symbiote has learned enough from Eddie - the humanity within him - to forego such notions, giving way instead to... reciprocity. ]

"Our," of course, includes you.

[ The creaturely presence subsides, somewhat. Venom's head, like a mask removing itself, dissipates into the rest of his body, until Eddie's head underneath is exposed. It might surprise Angela to understand that no additional mass contributes to Venom's size or stature, that so much of the way Venom looks - his Olympian physicality, most of all - is Eddie Brock's doing. The symbiote conforms to his skin, to the shape of a body sculpted by intense - borderline obsessive - levels of training. And perhaps it's this recognition that makes Venom as a whole less worthy of fear. He is as much man as alien, with Eddie Brock now meeting Angela's gaze.

He leans, as well, to kiss the same cheek that Venom had caressed. Cupping the opposite cheek with his fearsome hand, tilting her head gently so she can face upward... welcoming his lips to her own. The same warmth felt by extended contact with Venom's form returns through Eddie's mouth, as he initiates with chaste pecks before going in for a deeper kiss. Lips linger on each other, while Venom's other hand - the one not cupping Angela's cheek - now gravitates to the small of her back. A desire makes itself known to hold her close, to kiss her tenderly as the first act of consummating their bond.

It might surprise her to witness this, despite how their minds have connected. She might remember vividly, still, the ferocity of an embattled Venom. The scale of devastation that he wrought while left unchecked, turning on Talon's forces only to face down the Juggernaut. Though the skirmish with Overwatch took place in an abandoned city, entire buildings were leveled by their duel. Angela, for all intents and purposes, is taming a titan. ]

You're heavenly, Angela.

[ Jarringly, that's Eddie's voice. An entirely human intonation, hushed as he speaks only another kiss away from Angela. He smirks somewhat bashfully, too, in a way that would be impossible to notice from Venom. ]

I mean... Doctor.

[responds]

Our. Us. I suppose... I'll need to get use to that...

[ There's no advantage she has had. Despite being the one to lead care on him for short amount of time she had – she's no step closer to figuring him out or noting differences, as subtle as they were, in either Eddie or Venom. This... was the first step to. To give in, to accept what is. That their bond was something more than science and more than DNA altering. It tethers them and keeps two boats from going adrift in a sea of chaos. No matter the storm that batters them, they are safe – they are connected.

Angela was adapting, slowly but surely. As she feels the different texture of the symbiote, welcomes the touches in return with a relieving sigh... There was give and take right then – as much as they had felt like two (technically three) entities, what they feel now was more than themselves. One day she'll be use to the feeling – could pinpoint and understand differences in the way the symbiote pushes Eddie... or when Eddie pushes her. There's a different gentleness that feels familiar when Eddie is the face she looks at, the one who's lips take hers when she looks up to him with a pleading gaze. Her fingers dive against his neck, pushing to hook against where his shoulder connects, even if it was a reach. There's a curiosity there – where her fingers test the difference between man and 'beast'. Back and forth, her fingers sculpt and squeeze down against the curve of his neck, leaning into him as they gravitate into something more familiar. Intimate. Clear.

It was acceptance she gives him, returning the proactiveness, the daring state of crossing a line between two beings. When he calls her Doctor, part of her knows they shouldn't – but that warmth... it's calling to her in ways that make her want to keep going. She moves, albeit guiding him until he was pinned halfway against the bed's edge. ]

Either is fine.

[ Angela wasn't thinking this was the solution days ago, that any failures in her or his testing were indicative of something missing. Maybe, she thought, what happened to them was trauma. Was a reaction to the stressors of Talon, Juggernaut and Overwatch as well. Now, she knows what is missing. Having part of your mind, heart, and soul missing without even knowing it was gone.

When he offers a kiss so fleeting, she closes the distance with her own showcase. Where her body finds a home against him, standing on tip-toes to take his face into both of her hands and give in. Her kiss was aggressive at first, desperate if he can pin-point. ]

[primevil]

Well, I like Angela better.

[ With that, Eddie offers her a reassuring smile. The most that tired eyes and a bearded, war torn countenance can muster. One that makes it difficult to mask the sorrow of a life of violence... until it’s enveloped by a blackness so as to be masked. Because Venom returns, baring his fangs once again with a toothy grin. The kind that might instill fear were Angela anyone else. The kind that might instill fear anyway, as she continues getting used to their bond.

He had waited, of course, till Angela finished kissing Eddie before returning as Venom. And his first move is, with one hand, to cradle the small of Angela’s back, and with the other, to scoop her up by the backs of her knees. She’s bound to feel like a feather as he lifts her with near-thoughtless ease, gently laying her down onto the bed proper. Venom proceeds to follow her there, climbing onto the mattress and straddling one of her legs. He doesn’t press down any of his weight on her, but simply kneels while one of Angela’s legs lingers between his. It’s from this position that he positively hovers over her, towering as much as before... and casting an inimitable shadow. ]

You look beautiful this way, Angela. Exposed. Bare.

And right where we want you... while we’re here. Where you want us.

[ And they say that because they can feel it. Perhaps she can feel their want, too. She’ll certainly feel it as tendrils reemerge from his body, seemingly limitless in length as several extend towards her. Some slink around the circumference of her thigh, their tips less than an inch away from her exposed slit. In fact, she might even feel them already palpating her entrance quite tentatively. She, however, will also have to contend with one of the tendrils wrapped around her breast, in a spiral centered around her nipple. The tip there begins caressing it faintly, as patient to savor every building sensation instilled upon her.

Before long, Venom shows her one of his hands, whose sharp fingertips retract to yield a shape closer to a human man’s. It’s with this hand, still enveloped in the murky blackness of the symbiote, that Venom cups Angela’s unattended breast. He hunches over while doing this, all to lavish the side of her neck - the one he hadn’t touched at all - with the wet tip of his tongue. Thus, she finds herself enveloped by their bond in a different way, utterly beholden to Venom’s ever-expanding totality. ]

Don’t be afraid, now. We won’t hurt you.

[ It’s with this that between Angela’s legs, the tip of one of Venom’s tendrils slips inside her, steadily palpating her walls. Pressing gently at first, against every cluster of nerves within. She might feel the tendril expand slowly, eager to fill the space. But every movement is slow, here. Careful. So that no surprise is ever too abrupt, and no sensation ever too shocking. ]

[responds]

Angela, then...

[ It wasn't as if they found themselves here on attraction. The type of attraction engrained into the human DNA itself. To seek out another, to find traits that were endearing and desirable. They didn't meet in some bar, didn't meet because he liked her accent or she liked the added scruff on his face. Eddie and Angela didn't have a chance – not without Venom. Simplicity was a trait long gone when they were left dealing with the pull of something more.

She tries to show an acceptance, but now it was bleeding into a want. To understand them in ways that would instill her trust, sate her curiosity, and stop that voice in the back of her head that kept her up at night. The appearance of the symbiote was not welcomed at first... but it was not fearful. As she stands bare before him, pressing into him with the same seduction she would have a normal lover, she is seeing Eddie and Venom as one in the same. Her short-lived spunk of assertion was cut short and the bed found use for the first time in a decade. It was firm, but braces her when she feels an engulfing shift to her frame. He's on-top of her, towering over her in ways that she can hardly ignore was... yes, attractive.

The sprawling black from his frame weaves against the thickness of her thighs, where she feels the urge to clamp herself shut on instinct. Angela's lips part, a croaked gasp escaping as her senses go red, lit aflame with a new feeling. It was confusing. It was warm where she feels chilled to the bone. Her stomach sucks inwards, ready to sit up and meet him halfway – but he beats her to the punch.

The swell of her breasts were plush against him – both tendrils and fingertips. Angela's hand finds his – clutching and nearly clawing at the back of his hand, at the mercy (haha) of Venom's claiming licks. ]

I am not afraid – I'm not. I swear. [ She tells herself that, tells them that between clenched teeth. It braces her for what comes next, that the growing wetness was some satisfactory offering to allow him inside of her. Sinking her head back into the bed, her hand grows desperate, stroking against his knuckles and clutching onto him in a direct reaction to the very... very new sensation. Angela offers her own heat as well, welcoming the growing girth with a slight clench around him – where her body reacts and begs for more. ] Can you – feel like –

[ A normal lover would? If he can stroke her insides, desperate to chase becoming whole with her – she wonders if she was selfish now as he offers her something abundantly. ]

[primevil]

Angela it is. We like it better.

[ Not from a particular disdain for doctors, of course. But because Venom likes hearing her true name. Not Doctor. Not even Mercy. But Angela. And while it's true that their intimacy here wasn't catalyzed by some mundane serendipity, Venom can't imagine any other way this could be. Though he'd put himself at risk to save any innocent, there was something about that first contact with Angela that deemed her worth bonding with. Something beyond what Eddie or the symbiote could ever expect: some kind of instinctual pull. As if to say something deep inside the symbiote knows that extended contact with Angela will prolong its survival. As if Angela will make Venom stronger.

And oh, does he want to be stronger. Not just in the violence he can dispense, but in his capacity to protect. To provide care. And despite the consequences of Angela's devotion to her oath, evil that she's had to save and good that she simply couldn't... she has proven the perfect candidate for honing this strength. Not just by teaching it to Venom, but by being a part of it.

Like now, as she writhes to the pleasure of his every imposition. The sensations instilled by his tendrils, his hand, his tongue-- all that carefully caresses her body, eager and attentive to its increasingly sensitive parts. With a part of him inside her, an ever-expanding tendril, he listens carefully to her words. Not only what she says, but what she fails to say. But Venom can connect the dots, piece together what she means.

In noting her utter dishevelment, though, how severely it contrasts with her more composed and dignified self from moments prior... it delights him. Venom laughs. ]

We know what you want this to feel like.

[ Notably, his laughter isn't out of mockery, or out of condescension. There's no evil in it, nor malice. Venom's just... entertained. Entertained by something cute that he sees in Angela being so flustered. ]

We can deliver.

[ "A normal lover." He can feel the implication, but suspects it goes one of two ways. The sensation of a few 'human' fingers, or that of a 'human' cock. Angela will soon sense that he considers trying both. Discovering, together, what she likes. So the tendril begins by curling up against her walls as fingers might, with the force of a hand thrusting its fingers into her slit. The tendril extends with the solidity of fingers, the dexterity of them, targeting her most sensitive spot in the process.

One interpretation so far. But to test out the other, Venom's tendril changes. Becomes firm while taking a different shape. More phallic, lacking the bend or the dexterity of the previous form, but compensating through sheer girth. An unyielding solidity forms within Angela as the tendril pummels gently between her legs. It's obvious, here, that he's not going as hard as he could be.

Not yet. ]

Tell us what you like more. What you want first.

[ And to think, Angela's contending with this while all else is still happening. Venom hasn't stopped licking her, fondling her, and leaving a tendril wrapped around one of her breasts. There's no doubt at all that he derives satisfaction from overwhelming her with pleasure, and testing her limits. ]

[responds]

[ Part of her wishes she knew what to call him. Eddie? Venom? There was more complexities when it came down to it for her – from accepting the multi-minded being and the sentiency of the symbiote. How she has to wonder if there was one choosing what to do, one preferring to spread their grasp against her. The thought of both being of one, well-working union was not at the top of her mind.

One of her legs shift, bending at the knee as if angling him better inside of her, where she can have some more control to welcome him inside. As apprehensive as she was at first, ignoring the haunting call that kept her up at night... Angela was falling into a sense of satisfaction. If she had ignored it, would she crumble and weaken? There's no science to this, no manner of which she could make sense of it.

It was a test.

That much was clear.

And Angela planned to ace it.

Her eyes refuse to shut, but flutter with pleasure. There's something to be proud of... that someone as newly bonded, someone as 'new' to this type of pleasure could pull this off. In her hunt for truth, Angela finds herself succumbing to curiosities that consume her as much as he did. Her excitement grows in terms of wetness, of how simple it was for him to partake in her. There was a contrast to the expanse of black that engulfed Eddie, this was... more invasive. Angela catches her bottom lip, the shift in size addressing two different feelings.

The test was real, shifting her frame a bit to try and see which felt more alluring. Her hand shoots down when the thinner, finger-like tendril stroked against the needy ridges inside. She grasps against the mass pushing inside of her, not to control... but to brace herself. That brings her to push him up off of her a bit, so she can look up to her bonded without fear. ]

Do you not have... a preference? Not.. a want of your own? Eddie... Venom, whatever you want to share... Tell me.

[ It leaves her lips before she can even hold back, the more... phallic shape comes into play and drives her to collapse back once more. She is satisfied, warmth heating her up and giving her the first instance of feeling whole. One hand latched down between her legs, the other moves to the tendril on her breast. He wasn't the only one that found a way to cling to the other.

When she once felt teased and sensitive, she now feels full. Her walls spread to fit him, to feel more of his offering with an eager squeeze. ]

Tell me and I'll be honest with you. You won't have to search for an answer when you hear me ... nnn, say it.

[ Isn't there some victory there, at least? She challenges Venom in ways they may not be accustomed, but it feels as if she tries to remain true to herself.. to pretend that this was normal, above all else. ]

[primevil]

[ In something akin to wonderment, Venom looks down at Angela, whose body contorts to extract as much pleasure as she can from his every ministration. His tendril had just finished assuming more finger-like proportions before transitioning to a more phallic shape, filling walls that she herself willingly tightens. ]

Our want is yours.

[ His claiming licks have not ceased, all the while. Interrupted though they may be by his occasional speech, his tongue is ceaseless, lavishing Angela's bare skin with a distinct affection... somewhat like a supplicant in reverence. But then his tongue moves, flitting away from her cheek and the side of her neck. The tip starts teasing at the corner of her lip, waiting for her mouth to open - however slightly - to gain entry. He does not go further in, though, refusing to be as invasive above as he is below, because his tongue supports a different goal. It presses against her tongue, lapping it up in languid caress. The closest thing to a kiss he can manage while avoiding the logistical nightmare of involving his gaping, fanged maw. ]

And we want you.

[ At will, the tendril inside her assumes a more finger-like ensemble. He seems invested in switching between the two modes - fingers and phallus - whenever he feels like it, never wanting Angela to get too comfortable with just one. But he feels his own urge to be more direct than his usage of a mere tendril. To put himself inside her like a "normal" lover might.

He can afford to wait. It's titillating enough, for now, to continue watching Angela writhe. To see her succumb to his advances so nakedly, and with so little fear. Which is why he continues fondling her, switching his hand to her other breast. The tendril attending to it previously has likewise abandoned it for the opposite breast, spiraling around its fullness until the tip can stroke her nipple. She will find, all the while, that his tendril below increases in vigor. In force. Pummeling intently, whether with the dexterousness of fingers or the girth of a cock, to make Angela's body shift in place... rocking the bed. ]

You'll serve us when we wish it.

But for now, we serve you.

[ He seems intent on following through with this till Angela reaches her breaking point. Till pleasures mount unsustainably, such that release is her only recourse.

For that to happen, Venom is content with waiting. With watching Angela experience just a taste of what he has to offer. ]

[responds]

[ It would make sense that this is how they would be. Where they make it nearly impossible to anticipate... to figure out. The alternating sensations was one thing – a shift in feeling 'full' and feeling 'overstimulated', but the way he claims her with drags of a thick tongue sends nothing but shivers down her spine. Her body reacts accordingly, bucking when she means not to, goosebumps peppered on her bicep, and her peaks stiffened against tendril and fingers alike. For someone who feels so warm, the poor girl was left to tremble against them, no matter how hard she may fight it.

Ah, first times, am I right?

It was as if she knew, if he wanted to, there would be no familiar form right now... where she could assume Eddie was underneath the symbiote. For now, try as she may to try and test (selfish) him in return... she fails. All she can do is take in the pleasure associated with simply giving in. She was feeling closer to him now than she had, where he burrows inside any way that he can. Not only did the symbiote deem her worthy to keep her alive, but it deemed her worthy of this bond. Of something she had never, ever imagined she would experience.

She's a mess. Her arousal seeping against him, her eyes struggling to stay open in some weak defiance. The beating of her heart drowns out the tired squeak of the bed when Venom's tongue finds its way against her lips. It's strange – most definitely – that an organ can move with such freedom. Non-human, foreign, alien... but Angela hesitates for only a moment at this new form of intimacy. His gesture was returned, among a soft whine when he hits a certain spot that makes her seize up. Their kiss was just as unique as their union, her mouth kissing against his shape, adjusting to the new feeling of something... well, like that pushing past her lips.

The force of his invigored thrusts makes her pull back, tilting her head away from him to brace herself. Something was creeping up... something was calling her to him, to give him the satisfaction of consummating their bond. Angela's arms break free, both reaching back towards the wall with her back arched off the bed only a few inches. Flat palms keep her steady, allows him to keep serving as if she foolish enough to think she would not do so in return. Eddie – Venom – took no mercy upon her and even with her hesitance, her mind wanders to how can she serve him in return.

Until he provides an answer, she takes. Their bond feels one-sided, but she knows it not to be true. That she's good for returning the affections he's allotting her. Angela's finally looking back to him in disbelief, scrunched features having to contend with every wiggling push. ]

Please. [ It was an honest plea, one that was breathless. ] Don't stop. I'm ready. I told you –

[ Ready, meaning many things here, but he knows what she means. That this was confirmation of where they laid. On an old bed, in an old clinic, in an old town that the world forgot. A union was agreed upon and this was proof. ]

[primevil]

[ For Venom, it's quite different. Seeing Angela squirm doesn't invigorate him with a sense of power, like he's rendered her wholly pliable to his whims. Rather, he feels like he's doing her a service-- the beginning, it seems, of an act of reciprocity. He leaves her over-encumbered with pleasure, beside herself in the haze of her own arousal, from some twisted motivation resembling gratitude. Like he wants to thank her for sharing herself with him through this bond, with this act cementing the new and inseparable linkage among herself, Eddie, and the symbiote. Venom no longer represents the latter two, but the three of them altogether.

Which is why every sensation of pleasure, every goosebump and tantalized twitch of Angela's body, is equally Venom's. Because he can feel her feeling the very pleasure he instills, almost as if he's pleasuring himself. Though his tongue is massive against Angela's, he notes her fascination that has overcome her fear towards what is alien. He notes her attempt to respond with her own mouth and tongue, to press delicately and intimately with her own kisses against the slithering girth. It is worth noting once more how difficult it would be for him to kiss back, how many precious seconds he'd be wasting to relinquish his tongue, when he can simply go on lavishing her like this. With a distinct care, for that matter, that keeps him from outright smothering her with a barrage of languid licks.

And of course, his ministrations below are ceaseless. What he continues doing with his hands and tendrils don't stop, as it'll take far more than this to leave Venom exhausted. His is an endurance amplified by the symbiote's exposure to their former enemy, as well as the endurance Eddie's own physicality brings to their makeup. Venom, once the sum of both man and symbiote, shows Angela just how much that's worth-- how much of it exists for her to be a part of.

It's true, though. Venom would happily keep going, stopping only if Angela ever tires from overstimulation or exhaustion. But she proves, in her own way, to be relentless. She overcomes that haze of her own pleasure to place her hands on the wall, arch her back slightly, and assume a somewhat different position as a result-- like she's bracing herself for more. So when she looks up at Venom, fighting every temptation to succumb, Venom can only grin down at her proudly. Not having to explicitly know her intentions in words, but solely in feeling. ]

Oh, we understand you. Just as you understand us.

[ He had risen away from Angela to speak, seemingly no longer interested in kissing. And the force between Angela's legs - the steady pummeling of a tendril that once assumed contingent shapes - ceases. Venom slowly relinquishes said tedril, allowing it to feel out her walls and press every side before vanishing. But the reprieve of emptiness here doesn't last. He feels her desire for the touch of a "normal" lover, or perhaps the closest thing to it achievable by Venom. And in the briefest respite this moment affords, Venom prepares himself to deliver. A phallic shape emerges from between his own legs, conforming - as Venom's body does - to the shape of Eddie Brock. Venom's girth is Eddie's, and soon they'll both share it. Because he doesn't take an extra moment to linger in front of Angela, opting instead to steadily lower his hips, Angela's legs spread all the while.

With Angela's back arched, Venom takes that as an invitation, slipping his arm underneath it. He lowers his center of gravity as he reenters her walls, his girth here more substantial than the tendril's. More authentic. And he keeps sliding until the hilt meets her slit and their bodies fully connect. He's steadier here than he's ever been, wanting Angela's body to accommodate him fully... to feel the utter scale of him.

And to think, before he even begins pounding away at her... his other tendril hasn't stopped encircling one of her breasts, tip caressing her nipple. Against her own relentlessness, he clearly likes reminding her of his. And here he is about to share more of that resilience, bucking his hips forward. Asserting himself, again and again, between her legs. The bed starts creaking loudly to every shift of their weight, as Venom lets out a hungry growl. ]

We won't stop, Angela. You know this. Not until you finish.

[ Steadily, his force increases. His hips clash with hers, less like the clandestine retreat of two lovers, but like the animalistic consummation of a shared instinct. And as he establishes this rhythm, he once more summons his tongue. Utilizes it as he did previously, leaving yet more claiming licks on the one whom he's mounted. Theirs is a mutual ownership - one over the other, and vice versa - but here's Venom asserting his share. ]

[responds]

[ She wasn't fearful of him. As he saved her. As he healed. As he escaped with her in the chase for her understanding. Now, as they breech intimacy that exceeds a human interpretation – Angela feels he's a puzzle piece she never knew was missing. For her, this new connection exceeds all of her knowledge. It was... undoing what has been engrained in your head. Attractions, needs, wants, fears – everything was pushed into a new territory when he saved her. It consumes her, haunts her, welcomes her, and she can't... help but want it. The need for connection, to fill the void that feels larger than she could have anticipated.

Whatever he had given her – a second chance, a purpose, or pleasure – she takes it readily. The pivoting twitch of her lower half adjusts every so often, bucking up defiantly as her eyes struggle to remain open. Thoughts of how inappropriate it was – this once revered place of medicine – now serving a purpose to bring their bond stronger. To a union unlike any she could imagine.

Angela was already close, heels digging into the bed, head swimming in stimulation – but by the time her bonded transitions to something simple – something familiar? She cries out with a choked gasp. Her form sits up more when his arm scoops against her, one hand slamming down onto the bed to prop her back off full from it. She looks up to him, disbelief washed over her face as he takes her with a purpose of his own.

It was an intense sensation, something that splits her insides to fit him – to accept his claim in her. Her free hand finds itself upwards, hooked against his neck and allowing herself to brace better. Thrust after thrust was simple to parse, but the continued attention to the swell of her breasts, the lick that makes her eyes flutter shut. The bed nearly buckles underneath them from how they were now desperately working together. A seesaw of Angela pulling him into her as much as she grinds up to him. The mess she leaves on his length was not subtle, dripping down and staining the bed as some form of confirmation that her body needed him. Subconsciously, she knows that now. Her fingers anxiously pull at his neck, her lower half squirms down in a circle when the tendril against her breasts puts an emphasis on its attention.

And despite a handful of moments, of minutes – maybe? she's lost track – she doesn't get to bask in the moment of his form against her for too long. Angela finishes with him inside of her, her insides squeezing down and her head tilting away as if she was shamed. It happens quick, sends shockwaves of pleasure through her but now...

Noticeably... she was sweating. Warmed beyond comfort, hot instead of cold. The voice haunting the back of her mind was not there – instead it's a mere echo. Not until you finish. Through grunts and whines, the way her teeth catch against her own bottom lip and fingers massage at the side of his neck, Angela rides an orgasm that was... unlike any she had ever felt. It felt more than her. More than her pleasure. And that's why she doesn't pull away – and merely lets him continue even among the sensitivity coursing through her. ]

You. [ She stammers, soft and hoarse. ] Lay back. Doctor's orders.

[primevil]

[ Venom becomes so focused on this extended contact, this meeting of their bodies that leaves no gap between them, that he eventually relinquishes his tongue. After one last possessive lick, it’s as if he’s satisfied to have tasted enough of her. Satisfied enough that now, he only thrusts his hips forward rhythmically. Powerfully. The entirety of his weight suffices to creak the bed all the more, giving rise to the possibility that this flimsy thing might collapse. Such considerations fall away, however, when a tempest of pleasure continues washing over Angela, radiating from the point of contact between her legs. Despite all his fixation on the motioning of his hips, the incessant thrusting of his girth that fills her, Venom’s remaining tendril does not relent against Angela’s breast. Even that sensation may fall away, though, as the denouement that approaches becomes one of repetitive force.

Noting the accumulating wetness seeping from between Angela’s legs, Venom can only deliver a low chuckle in delight. To see her come undone this way, allowing herself to be claimed by him in total abandon... it’s enough to harden him further, his cock unwaveringly firm as Angela trembles beneath him. Like a force of nature, he is ceaseless without any heed to Angela’s bewilderment, letting her pant and sweat and shake to the deluge of her own orgasm. Even as the apex of these sensations pass and Angela’s breath begins to slow, Venom doesn’t stop. Because in many ways, he feels this just as much as she does, like the orgasm hits him secondhand. It’s a wonder he didn’t collapse right then and there, but it’s clear his focus is indefatigable— and his devotion above all.

It’s also when Angela musters her commands that Venom slows down, stops himself though his cock - ever erect - lingers inside her. In the sudden quiet, Venom’s own breathing - labored by both his efforts and the effects of his efforts - reveals itself. Occasionally, he’s almost shuddering. For him to continue hovering over Angela, showing no greater sign of exhaustion or fatigue... there can truly be no doubt he’s superhuman. But even for him, no amount of alien enhancements entitles him to keep going. To continue thrusting now that Angela’s moment has passed, and she must be built back up to yet one more orgasm. Rather, he hears her commands. Truly listens.

And without a word in protest, he finally relinquishes his cock, his body gravitating away from Angela as he steadily slides himself out from between her legs. It hangs between his legs as he kneels on the edge of the bed for a moment, the mass slick with Angela’s own wetness. Without any more prompting, it neither rises nor hardens. But Venom waits readily, with something of an anticipatory grin. Following “Doctor’s orders,” he begins lying back on the opposite side of the bed, not really in need of a pillow. With his back to the mattress, he can only look on at her now, naked and hot with her own sweat. He discerns the deliberation in her eyes, chuckling delightedly in his own fascination. ]

Please don’t tell us the rest.

Just show us.

[responds]

[ It was merely science... and despite her involvement in medicine and science as a whole, she was a novice here. No amount of training, studying, or... even experience could compare to what she was feeling now. His body mimics a "human" lover, but the drag of those tendrils encourage her to seize up quickly onto him – her form to latch against him in desperation. She can't pinpoint where one feeling starts and another ends, where heat just radiates against her like a spreading flame.

He brings her to an orgasm, one that rocks her core and leaves her having to stomach two sensations – the one of fulfillment and the one of needing more. Her mind can parse it, connect that it was them that needed more as well in this moment. Her body, sore undoubtedly with peppered red between her thighs, nearly betrays her but... she did make her demand in her afterglow.

Her fingertips pull at her hairclip, letting the blonde hair cascade down her neck shortly after. With changing positions, she has to summon her own strength right now, not relying on their bond, even if it was still there. Still keeps them connected. There's a sense of emptiness right now, where she feels phantom tingles of desire inside of her from how effective he was at stirring her up.

Angela isn't quite sure if she is ready, but this ... falls back to what the foundation was: a test. The truth was? She'll have to face it - quite literally - and there's no hesitance now as she climbs upon his lower half. Her plush shape pushes back to him, hands bracing against his stomach as she just... adjusts, grinds down where he feels the shape of her ass outline him. ]

You said please. Interesting...

[ She mutters, breath still shaky as she reaches between her legs, trembling fingers pulling him up until he prods to her slit. Her grip pumps away at his size, testing the sensation as if trying to feel ... if this was Eddie or symbiote. One day, she'll understand, hm.

Angela takes a moment to position herself, to squirm in the right way to lower herself onto him – steady, at first, but then she remembers how he took her. She splits herself upon him roughly, wincing at the adjustment of feeling him. If he wanted a show... she starts one – letting her insides secure around him and nearly hold him hostage. Both hands prep to his abdomen, letting her utilize him for balance as she experiments against him, learning how to really work herself onto him. Angela has to give up on small little indications – she isn't dealing with a normal lover. She didn't finish at such a rate and ferocity that a normal lover would bring her to. Losing track of herself, she starts moving hard enough to rock the bed – breaking any silence she offers among her sighs and efforted grunts. ]

[primevil]

[ 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-- ]

...just how famished we really are.

[responds]

[ The change was not of her own doing. Fate had given her the chance to be more than she was. She had to be to survive. In theory, a symbiotic relationship is never guaranteed. There has to be a balance. Give and take. As much taking as Angela had done so far, she's giving now. There's a gentleness in how her hands sculpt against him, knuckles turning white when her fists ball up, and her eyes keep themselves focused solely to the form below her. The more she ... pleased him... the more she felt as if she was garnering it as well. Their connection, their bond – no matter how foreign or odd? Angela feels it like a whisper ghosting against her ear.

There was something she wanted to prove – more than thinking the clap of her backside down onto his lap would prove anything scientific. Her attraction to him was a new, strange pull that leaves her doing something bold enough to mount him in such a way. To handle all of him as she does. Where she offers a new charge to her actions, he offers an intimacy she was familiar with. Her back straightens when he touches her, not daring to steal away an urge to consummate on their terms.

For her, she was not... anything different. A woman, although connected, still being stirred by something thick – working herself down onto something lengthy. It makes it difficult to catch her breath, encourages a flurry of sweat to trickle down her collarbone and temples. The effort she puts into riding him was not to be understated. The turmoil they have to deal with, two shocks of different sensations was not hers. She beats both Eddie and the symbiote in that regard. This, the action of dragging herself against him, was not new. ]

I suppose this is just an appetizer then... isn't – isn't it?

[ She tries to string words through her own grunts, of when she finds a sweet spot inside – her words fumble. She seizes for just a moment before pushing onward, doubling down to bring herself lower to him. Both of her hands place on either side of his shoulders, angled down lower where she nearly docks herself against him. There was talk of... satisfaction, talk of finishing – and what she wants to prove is that if this was truly equal? It needs to be equal with Angela giving the same sensations. ]

I won't beg for you. To finish, or to test if you can. [ Truthfully, no one knows if symbiotes fuq! ] Just let me take care of you right now.

[primevil]

[ The way Venom understands it, much giving and taking has already transpired between them. Venom pumping into Angela with his hips earlier, watching every vigorous thrust send her spiraling into her own orgasm, did not feed his visual and sensual delight as a separate partner. If not for his alien resilience, his twin consciences would have very much been overwhelmed by a secondhand euphoria, derivative of Angela's every pleasured perception. Even now, as she rides him, the pleasure she feels is likewise his: the force of his girth against her walls is a force he needn't imagine, but one he perceives simultaneously.

There's obviously no handbook for this, though. So Venom makes no effort to clarify or explain this experience, instead... letting Angela feel her way through it. Letting her hypothesize as a scientist might, watching her accommodate - conceptually - her every action executed in lockstep with Venom's. And more than the mere sensation of her riding him is Venom's delight in the sight, of her shifting her weight and practically bouncing atop his lap while she labors to fill herself with his length. It's a hypnotic display, a rhythm consistent enough that a second doesn't pass without Venom being adequately titillated, entertained. ]

An appetizer for whom, Angela?

[ Despite appearances, that's a serious question. Because Venom's enjoyment of her ministrations compels him to consider reciprocity resembling her understanding of it. As he watches her lower herself further, securing a better grip on her mount, Venom can only chuckle at her subsequent words. Not out of disagreement, or some disdain for her considerations. Rather... a misguided sense of agreement. Like maybe he agrees too much. ]

Test us, then. Take care of us, like you said.

But don't mind if we keep testing you.

[ Where the lips of Angela's pussy meet the base of Venom's cock, symbiote matter projects upward from his loins - like webbing - to connect to Angela's, coating the space between their sexes. It does not interfere with Angela's movements, like the rhythmic clapping of her backside, but she's going to feel something working within that dark webbing. Not quite a tendril, but like one in the way autonomous movements suddenly palpate her from within the blackness. A warm, smooth, and precise pressure - like that of a tongue - begins to circle her clit, never missing no matter how much her body rises and falls. ]

We've got considerable control, y'know.