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gourmetburgers2021-05-23 07:27 pm
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[vency] angel effect
[ 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.
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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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When that voice retorts quickly to her, as if challenging her on who was really benefitting from this 'appetizer'? She snaps back with – ]
Us.
[ If she ever understood it, it was how her voice carried then. How she was determined, how she was clear. She accepts that her efforts weren't just for her bonded, but for herself too. Selfishly, she takes him roughly enough where she has to steady her breathing, to brace for her insides to form around him too – wetness and warmth like a snug vice to anything he offers.
Angela wouldn't need to try and prove herself suitable for him, but she went about it wrong now. From defensive to offensive, it gives him time to strike. Where symbiote morphs up against her and cups into her lower half. It strikes against her, squeezes in ways that make her breath tremble. Tests were the name of the game today and the shift in sensations makes her eyes flutter. He'd feel nails scratch to his shoulder, holding onto him as she can try and leverage her lower half back onto everything. Her clit aches in response, the pressure adding a stable drive when her own hips fail to keep up with her ambition – she was only human after all, what was an ill-timed bounce or two? Angela responds well to it, still a sopping wet mess between her thighs, leaving slickness against any bit of black that touches between her legs. Thank God there's a small shower room in the clinic.
However, the gruffness of his flaunting makes her look down to him, a tiny bit of amusement in the Doctor's voice – ]
Are you – nnn, trying to impress me?
[ Because clearly, that's how it came off. ]
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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. ]
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If she wanted to 'tend' to him, to 'heal' him in ways that her staff and understanding of nanobiotic healing could not... why did she desperately accept something like this? Angela's curiosities were challenged with a test – a necessity to accept a true bond and ... test the sensations coursing through her. Ghosts of feelings other than her own were weak and perhaps... his strength would one day be hers?
Or... of course, there's attraction in ways she can't quite understand. It was not merely Eddie that allured her senses, brought pleasure to her core – it was something foreign, alien that consumes her and gives her sensations that makes her past lovers disappear from her mind. There is only...them. All of them working to provide something. The force, the precision, the vigor... all of them give something that Angela greedily benefits from.
Had she enough of a breath, she'd insist they keep impressing her in some lust-hazed slip of her tongue. The new sensations were hard to parse where one started and the other ended – her lower half a pounded, growing sore sensation that she handles well. Pleasure, of course, was at the forefront... but what was pleasure without the adjustment of pain? Of force churning her insides and splitting her in two?
She's close. They have to feel it – how her hips grow more frantic, that her ass settles for a few lingering moments when the tip of his length brushes to nearly the absolute back of her... Angela refuses to even if they were in some competition that remained unsaid (and maybe this was one of the first hint that Angela knows it is one now). ]
Don't. Not right now. [ Not when she's coated in sweat, knees turning a shade of red from digging onto either side of him – where her features look desperately down to her bonded. ] If you're taking... me... I want the same in return. You'll give me what you can... nnn, what you need to give me.
[ She didn't stutter, not when she keeps a second orgasm at bay, desperate with her own demands. ]
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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. ]
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They were working this bond out. When Angela closes her eyes, letting the pleasure consume and overwhelm her – she only saw darkness with those damn white eyes and unsettling grin. If this image haunted her prior to their bond, she'd wake in a cold sweat – she'd fear it. But... now? She's not daring to shy away.
The connection of pleasure was more than what she was use to. Different than a normal lover, more intense than her own hand despite how familiar it was with her own body. Venom succeeds in giving her moments that leave her wanting and needing – when she so desperately shouldn't. They had been strangers and now she clings to him as if she never wants to let them go. Either of them. Both man and... 'monster'. There was an enlivened renewed hope she has right now, a comfort of safety and stability as their connection strengthens.
She can feel it – their wants... their own slight bashfulness. It only makes her transition easier... when she rocks herself in just the right way where she couldn't deny it any further. Her stomach sucks in, her form freezing as her orgasm rocks through. Her insides feel on fire, the heat of both internal and external stimulation making her finally collapse forward just enough for her front half to dock into the form below. ]
Right there!
[ She cries out, pleading for this feeling, this sensation to just edge her on to enjoy the peak of her orgasm. The contest, whatever they called it, meant nothing now – it was as if time stood still, as this orgasm was harsher than her first. Dripping sweat, trembling limbs – the clarity she sought with him was cloudy and it was almost as if... it encouraged her further. To keep him inside of her, to keep them connected in more than their mental and emotional bond. Physically, how could she deny they were part of her now when he was buried to the base inside?
All they had to do was deal with the euphoric feeling in return that radiates from her – transfers and tortures them as well. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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From where he lies, he does tilt his head to look on at her, heeding her words. In a post-coital fog, he basks in the heat from which Angela also benefits. A comforting warmth they both share in the afterglow of their consummation. ]
You felt it yourself, didn't you? The pleasure?
As for everything else you ask... you already know the answer.
[ She should feel that she's right. That both desires, here, are aligned. Eddie's will and the symbiote's match in their shared longing for Angela's body, her touch. A longing, of course, that she returns-- such that all three of them share the same feeling. ]
There's a long road ahead. For us to stay aligned.
A war all three of us will have to fight, on all fronts.
But after what we've experienced, and what you've shown us... we have full confidence in your care, Doctor.
[ It's then that he relaxes his neck, letting his head return atop his crossed arms yet. ]
Now, come here. Beside us.
Let us all... rest. Maybe stay this way a while, if it helps your... understanding.
Because if you think you're warm now, you've got another thing coming.
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I didn't know. Where your pleasure started and mine ended... where mine peaked and yours subsided. It felt ... overwhelming. It felt like planets gravitating in orbit, pulled into place – and a bit too far, they were too cold... and too close... they'd burn.
[ It was her first time with this connection and Venom speaks of answers she knows deep down. It's time to accept that no amount of monitoring, no diagnosis or treatment was useful here. There wasn't ... anything to cure. Only better. And that was with this bond.
As he withdraws his own form, settles and calls for her – it feels almost... normal. As if they knew each other, felt this way for eons and it had been almost a ritual at this point. Angela scoots her bare form down, heated and that pulse of hers no more trackable than after her orgasm. The bed could barely fit them, so she lays there – with her leg draping against his frame and her shape molding against his as she lays onto her side.
Literally, she was cuddling. Doki doki, IG.
Her arm drapes against his, engulfed with that warmth that keeps her feeling comfortable now. Fatigue was slipping away and rest calls for her – but now, another can feel that too. That once her frame settles, it feels like a homecoming (and not the twinky kind). Safety, security, and understanding. ]
We'll handle tomorrow... just, a moment's rest, yeah? That's all we need.
[ We. She speaks for them, stubborn as much as Eddie and Venom collected – there was much work to be done and all they needed was... a moment. ]