[vency] angel effect

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[ 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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[ If she accepted the bond as readily as she had, she accepted his guidance. There will be a need for her to if she planned to truly become bonded with him. Not in name, not in whatever force really does connect them – but with the acceptance in her mind, body, and soul. Unfortunately, such things don't meld well with science. The tests she ran on him didn't indicate this – that he'd need this and... that she did as well. This feels feral as much as it does human.

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. ]

[primevil]

[ Her immediate response, spoken with such conviction, gives Venom another reason to smile. A grimace, no doubt, that would be menacing to others. Just not to Angela. ]

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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[ Dear Angela, what were you trying to prove?

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. ]

[primevil]

[ This 'treatment' must qualify as healing of a different kind, then. Because for all the querying and soul-searching Angela might perform given the effects of the symbiote's presence, the effects of Venom's unison, her own presence is therapeutic to him. The feeling of establishing a bond, of calcifying a connection with a new other, utterly invigorates him. Not just on the level of emotion, but also on the level of strength. There is power in accommodating Angela - all her memories, talents, and skills - that only feeds Venom's own. Not so much parasitic as it is, indeed, symbiotic. Because the longer they consummate their bond, and perhaps... the more often they do it, "Angela" and "Venom" become less mutually exclusive concepts. Rather, they intertwine as if to be no different, just as Eddie and the symbiote are linked.

Of course, the budding link between Venom and Angela only means he can anticipate her next climax. Feel her climbing towards it with every thrust of his hips from below, every maneuver of his webbing that palpates Angela's clit so delicately. Force and precision, the fruits of prowess in both strength and skill, inch Venom closer and closer to a second victory. To another instantiation of the way he claims her, and she him. It excites him into a low, sinister laugh-- a show of wicked delight that echoes across the clinic rather hauntingly. Less alien, more demon... but all Venom. ]

This is as much a matter of want as it is of need.

We're not just invested because of instinct. Or some pheromones.

Linking our minds has shown us who you are. Who you really are.

[ He doesn't relent. To the woman known as Mercy, Venom offers her none. Not when he can pummel against her walls even harder than before, leaving her clit beholden to its own onslaught of sensations all the while. He makes no effort to hold her steady when the webbing that connects their separate loins already does. No, he just looks up at her thoughtfully, carrying out his actions with tireless, inhuman consistency. ]

You rock, Angela. You are worthy of admiration.

[ But the longer he goes, and the closer he takes Angela to her own orgasm... he feels the rise secondhand. The clustering of sensations that presage her climax are not dormant in her alone, but in Venom as well. Extended contact in this manner has solidified their bond to the point that it's starting to look like Angela's orgasm will also be his own. For just as he can feel hers approaching, she can feel his as well. She can see it, too, the moment Venom's composure fades. When he starts looking away, in what she can only presume is some level of bashfulness... because his breathing is conspicuously harsh. His diaphragm heaves even as he thrusts beneath her in total abandon. ]

Which is why you have... ours.

[ It might surprise her to witness Venom so winded that he struggles to finish a sentence.

But he, in his relentless ministrations, will not cease. He'll make her finish.

She may just be surprised to witness what follows. ]

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[ This was just the beginning. This was just the start of the practice of uniting two (three) separate beings. The symbiote was the glue that stuck Eddie and Angela together, but that in itself was alive with its own motive. There was little reason that she should ever have accepted the bond – even now there was an attraction that encourages her to seek out why they worked and why this didn't scare her.

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. ]

[primevil]

[ It might indeed be what's so inexplicable about this bond that fascinates Angela. How days of barely knowing Venom - barely knowing both Eddie and the symbiote - instead feel like years. Like the connection of their minds has given Angela a familiarity that takes "making up for lost time" to its furthest logical extent. She lacks fear in Venom's presence because in many ways, she commands knowledge over him. Understands what he is capable of, what choices he would and wouldn't make... even if she is not capable of fully articulating the minutiae of Venom's mind. All that makes him tick.

But it goes both ways. Because to Venom, Angela is equally proximate, yet somewhat opaque in places. Still distant. The purpose of consummating their bond, of entrenching their connection, seems to be to close that distance. The longer their bodies touch, the longer they exchange warmth like - indeed - two lovers, the closer they get to bridging the gap. To living up to the sense within each of them that they are no longer fully individuals, incontrovertibly separate. They are more connected than each of them understand.

Well, maybe the symbiote understands, but Eddie can't squeeze an answer out of it that doesn't involve speaking in riddles. For all the awareness granted to Eddie and Angela about the longevity of the symbiote, the civilizations it has watched rise and fall across the stars, it does not seem to fully understand its own nature. Then again, certain workings of the human brain are still a mystery, even in this age. The ocean depths are as much a frontier to human understanding as outer space. This might be why, between Eddie and Angela, the mystery of the symbiote is less a problem than it is a puzzle.

And the budding strength between Venom and Angela, the strength they share through their consummation, will better equip them to solve that puzzle. And to address, for that matter, the plethora of other problems they must face. Venom's persecution, for instance. His personal war on evil that soon, Angela will no doubt be a party to... if she isn't already. That, at least, is a conviction she must have felt radiating from him earlier on.

When the matter at hand didn't concern, like now, a transfer of pleasure. Torturous pleasure.

The kind that, when Angela finishes, smothers Venom like a tidal wave. A force he can't withstand, but can only succumb to, be swept away by. Because as soon as Angela trembles, her insides on fire, Venom also burns from within. When she cries out, so does he. He knows if he cuts loose, he could shout loud enough to scare all the forest fauna, and perhaps alarm any outsiders into investigating what should be an abandoned clinic. This is why Angela can see him struggle to silence himself, pleasured moans reduced to stifled grunts. He won't allow himself to compromise what they now have, won't permit the risk of exposure.

Between Angela's legs, she'll feel Venom's muscles tense below his waist. Him seizing up as he continues pumping his girth inside her, focus so reduced to the duality of his climax and hers, that the blackness connecting their loins sinks back into his body. From his cock, now all that connects them, she'll feel him start to twitch violently against her walls. The motions of riding him, of him bucking his hips up against her weight, utterly cease. Instead, he grips her hips with each hand. Holds her steady as if to steady himself, for when indeed... he finishes.

Like and unlike a "normal" lover. From within him bursts helpings of his own seed, sourced from Eddie's body but tainted by the symbiote's influence. Blackened, but no different in its texture. A tad explosively, the substance fills Angela's walls, only to seep down and out from her folds. ]

Do not... be alarmed.

[ He struggles to speak through his own gasps for air, not quite finished-- ]

The symbiote nullifies what you'd typically expect. Nothing will happen to you...

[ The last of it's squeezed out of him as he remains inside Angela, though altogether he collapses against the bed. Spent not only by the intensity of his own feeling, but also by experiencing Angela's. She can probably accept that he's only been more visibly winded in his fight with Juggernaut!

Might be good to know she comes a close second. ]

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[ This... was not her. Angela wouldn't have given into curiosity, to innate attraction, to desperate quests for knowledge. It wasn't dubious that she came to the conclusion to consummate this bond with him. There was no misconception – she knew what this was... that this was a test of their compatibility and their strength together. He had saved her, yet she knows she owes him nothing. Readily, however, she gives. Mind, body, and perhaps soul if that was a concept Venom believed in were able to be claimed in this moment – where her orgasm gives her clarity and an understanding that they were one.

Words garbled in the back of her mind became clearer, moments shared with her earlier became as if she slipped glasses on to see something so distant with precise understanding. There's a confidence as she grinds herself down onto him in the precious seconds after her orgasm, underlining the wet ink of their signatures in this contract. There was an obligation to herself, not Venom or even Eddie that he can feel. The pride, the dedication – she serves him like she has her past lovers, where she grits her teeth and uses his girth to ghost her orgasm longer, lingering the shivers that rock through her core.

It was enough. Angela was enough to get him off, to experience something as familiar as this with something... otherworldly. His spunk fills her, sure, and she can feel no hesitance in it – she merely digs the bottom of her palm deeper into the side of his neck for leverage, body hoisting up enough for his own mess to begin to ...well, yes, pool out of her. Angela's gasping for air at this point, every inch of her stricken with sweat. Venom's words fall nearly deaf to her and soon, she scoots herself off of him, back pressed against the wall as well – regaining her wits and succumbing to her own fatigue.

But, one thing was certain now: all she felt... was incredible heat. A renewed sense of purpose. No cold, no voices calling out to her. It was as if she sated... something inside of her. Her fingertips move down, barely letting her fingers trace at her slit – as if examining herself and the proof of their union... ]

Is there pleasure for you? Hunger, yes, I felt that – but... Is it Eddie's desires or – [ She shakes her head, no, no in her native tongue. ] Do your desires align together, even if one may not need such a feeling? Will ours align?

[primevil]

[ While Angela plants her back against the wall, Venom lies on the bed with his head on the opposite side. He crosses his arms behind his head to offer himself something of a pillow, having begun to wind down from the tempest of an orgasm that he and Angela shared. He waited patiently all the while, as Angela milked every last sensation she could siphon from their union, down to when she separated herself and clambered to the other side of the bed. She'll find, in Venom's waning arousal, that his cock doesn't simply droop into a dormant state, but slinks back into his body like some kind of retractable appendage. Like his tendrils. What had pooled out from Angela also returned to his body, like symbiote matter temporarily separated only to return to its source.

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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[ Her fingers slip up to her wrist, index and pointer pressed into her vein as if measuring her own heartbeat. It was ... interesting. Her own measurements tracked as if she really had been tested. An orgasm – sex, if they wanted to just be technical – was nothing unordinary. But...? This? It was deeper. Venom's words weren't lost on there, but she strokes at her veins, following the light blue as she feels the hollow sense of her own heartbeat – as if she can sense something else faintly too. It was impossible to track. ]

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. ]