having separated from his most recent host, Venom searches the city at night, looking for a new victim to dominate. He has developed a taste for capturing victims, so he lurks around the city until he finds the perfect prey to claim.
"Venom !" dit la voix venue des ombres. "M'entends tu ?"
His senses alerted by the voice from the shadows, Venom pauses in his stalking of a lone woman. She seems perfect. He could just take her right now and bend her to his will...but then there's the other voice. The one he's been ignoring for far too long.
The creature growls lowly, eyes narrowing before shooting out more tendrils, coating them in black, viscous slime. He aims them at the shadowy figure as he slowly advances towards it. "Revenge... You've been avoiding me for too long." His voice is smooth and predatory, almost hypnotic. "It's time we settle this once and for all."
"si impatient Venom" la voix coule comme un poison le long des murs, quelque chose racle la brique. Lair devient plus froid
"Venom doesn't have time for games, Revenge," he calls back coolly, not taking his eyes off the woman he had targeted earlier. "So either come out and face me, or forever hold your peace." Another series of tendrils shoots forth, questing through the air like cobras striking at invisible prey. They twist and writhe around each other, forming a strange web-like structure between him and his adversary.
"oh tu as tout le temps du monde, Venom" la voix est douce, presque apaisante. Bientôt une ombre liquide et blanche glisse sur le sol, bientôt rassemblé en une forme humanoïde d'un magnifique blanc irisé. Ses formes sont féminines, ses immenses yeux ressemblent à l'opale. La symbiote sourit de toutes ses longues dents aiguisées... L'air devient plus froid, le souffle blanchi...
As the shadowy figure takes shape before him, Venom can't help but feel his blood heat in his veins. His heart races and his cock twitches with anticipation as he studies this new opponent. She is stunning, exuding a cold allure that sends shivers down his spine.
"And what do you want, Revenge?" he growls, slowly moving closer to her, the tendrils of web twisting around them like a living net. "To distract me from my prey? I don't think so." He pauses, studying her again before adding with a low chuckle, "Unless... you mean for us to play together?"
Ses vrilles blanches et froides rencontrent celles de Venom comme une caresse. Elle sourit plus largement et avance de quelques pas, ses hanches brillantes projetant des lignes de lumières multicolores, comme si le soleil rencontrait la neige. "Jouer Venom ? Et comment veux tu jouer ?"
The woman before him - no, not a woman, but an extension of the symbiote called Revenge itself. He has never fought alongside another symbiote before, let alone one who claimed to have once been a part of him. The possibilities dance through his mind like sugarplums at Christmas. Her question hangs in the air between them, taunting him to give into curiosity and desire.
He takes another step forward, their bodies now only inches apart. His breath fogs the air as he whispers into her ear, "We can play any way you want, Revenge." A tendril slithers out, wrapping around her thigh and slowly inching upwards. "But remember," he says, his voice husky and low, "I always get what I want in the end."
Ses vrilles glacées caressent tendrement le visage de Venom, puis elles s'enroulent autour de ses bras, ses jambes en serrant comme une caresse polaire. Sa poitrine se presse sur la sienne, sa peau est à la fois douce et froide. Ses longues dents brillent lorsqu'elle parle. "comme je veux ? Hmm je ne sais pas si tu vas aimer ça."
The sensation of her cold tendrils wrapping around him sends shivers down his spine. "You'd better make sure I do," he growls into her ear before licking the lobe playfully. Then, with a sudden surge of strength, he throws his weight against her. She stumbles backward, off-balance for just a moment, but quickly recovers and strikes out with her tendrils once more, aiming to ensnare him in their icy grip.
Their battle rages on through the night, each trying to dominate the other while also keeping an eye on their respective prey. Their bodies crash together like waves, tendrils snapping and tangling as they wrestle for control. The air grows colder still, a blizzard of ice and frost whipping around them, obscuring everything but the white-hot need burning inside their hearts.
Le sol du terrain vague où ils s'affrontent est givré. Une brume dansante et moite épaissi l'air autour. La forme nue et dansante de Revenge s'étire ses longues vrilles ondulant autour de son corps. "Viens danser monstre noir, viens plus près"
His eyes narrow, sensing that she is toying with him now. But something about her words, the way she moves... it draws him in like a moth to a flame. He gives a low growl before lunging forward again, only this time he aims not to strike or overpower her, but to embrace her. His arms close around her waist, pulling her body flush against his own. His hips thrust against hers, grinding their cocks together despite their coldness.
With one last, powerful surge, Venom manages to spin both of them in the air, so that when they land on the frosted ground once more, he's pinning her down beneath him. Her cold tendrils writhe helplessly against the floor as his larger frame pins them down. The tip of his cock leaks pre-cum onto her stomach, dripping down between their chests.
He gazes down at her, breathing hard as their bodies are intertwined. "Now," he says roughly, planting a hand on either side of her head, trapping her there. "Who's playing with whom?"
Un sourire aiguisé étire sa bouche de façon inquiétante. Elle souffle, rendant l'air plus froid encore jusqu'à ce qu'une pellicule de givre recouvre la peau noire de Venom. Son corps se fait presque liquide jusqu'à ce qu'elle lui échappe, les vrilles collant soudain sur le corps de Venom comme une centaines de rubans qui l'épinglent au sol les bras en croix. Lorsqu'elle le toise de toute sa hauteur, glacée et blanche elle observe un moment sa queue dressée.
"Si tu es impatient, hein ?"
Et alors qu'elle se penche, du bout d'une griffe tranchante elle retrace la courbure de son sexe dans une langueur suave.
Venom hisses through his teeth as her tendril slashes across his aching length. He growls, his hips bucking up into the caress even as he struggles against her unnatural restraints. "You're going to regret this," he manages to grind out between clenched teeth, trying and failing to break free of her chill grip.
With another lunge, he attempts to thrust his hips forward, but only succeeds in sliding a few inches deeper into the cold embrace of her tendrils. They seem to have no effect on Revenge herself; if anything, she seems to revel in their frigid touch. His gaze flickers upward as he studies her face once more, searching for any sign of weakness or submission.
Sa face symbiotique l'étudie un instant, laissant errer ses immenses yeux opalescent sur le corps de Venom. Finalement un nouveau sourire lui tire les lèvres alors qu'elle se penche dans une contorsion serpentine, sa gueule suspendue au dessus de la sienne. "Et si tu te laissais faire Venom ? Pour changer ?" La vrille qui le maltraitait enlace son membre impatient, le caressant et le massant vivement alors que d'autres rubans glacés remontent sur les cuisses noires...
The touch of her cold tendril against his cock feels unnaturally good. He bucks his hips again, sliding deeper into the chilly grip surrounding him. "You think I'd submit to you so easily?" he snarls, breath hot on her face as he speaks. But despite himself, his eyes flicker downward again, following the tendril that caresses and massages him.
Her words echo through his mind like a taunt, a challenge he can't resist. With a growl, he forces himself to remain still, even as his hips continue to jerk helplessly against her. He fixes her with a glare, daring her to do more. "Go on then," he spits through clenched teeth. "Show me what you've got."
"Tu vois ce n'est pas si compliqué" Elle rit doucement, sa voix comme une brise d'hiver. Et alors qu'elle écrase sa bouche sur la sienne les vrilles froides s'étendent sur le corps du Venom en sinistres caresses, chacune pouvant être mortelles d'une secondes à l'autre. Mais pour l'heure elles se contentent de le palper, avides, saisissant ses hanches et ses fesses comme une centaine de mains.
As her cold tendrils glide over his skin like so many serpents in the night, Venom finds it impossible to fight against the strange sensation of pleasure they elicit. He writhes beneath her, arching his back as her icy touch scrapes across every sensitive inch of him. His hips grind helplessly against hers, driving his cock deeper into her grip with each thrust.
He growls low in his throat, feeling a strange blend of desire and anger churning within him. A tendril snakes out from the mass of black tentacles surrounding them and swiftly encircles Revenge's neck, squeezing tight. His grip is impossibly strong; there's no way she can break free of it. Yet still, she continues to caress him with those damnable tendrils.
"Are you trying to kill me or fuck me?" he snarls into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Because I swear, if you don't let me go soon..." He trails off, licking the lobe again before nipping it gently with his teeth. "Or maybe I like this..."
Elle rit et cela ressemble au bruit d'un ruisseau dans les montagnes. Malgré le collier qu'il lui a mis au cou elle se penche contre ses lèvres. "Et si tu aimais ça à en crever ?" Dit elle presque tendrement alors que les vrilles encore plus froides palpent plus fort ses fesses, glissant vers l'entrée secrète. Une autre continue de pomper son sexe, plus vite, plus fort. C'est comme être soumis à un millier de caresses.
His eyes narrow as he feels her tendril slide between his cheeks, teasing the tight entrance to his ass. He growls deep in his throat at the sensation, hips snapping reflexively against her touch. With another powerful thrust, he slides deeper into the cold embrace of her frozen tendrils.
Her question echoes through his mind, stirring something dark and primitive within him. He laughs, a harsh bark that startles them both. "I'd be willing to find out," he rasps, leaning in to claim her lips once more before she can pull away.
"Shht nous avons tout le temps du monde, Venom." Rit elle en pressant sa vrille froide et moite contre son entrée. Elle le pénètre dans une lenteur délicieuse, massant son sexe dans une vague régulière. Sa langue bleutée glisse sur la poitrine noire, laissant un sillon humide sur son passage. La vision du Symbiote noir tordu de plaisir sous elle et ses assauts lui arrache un rire plus franc et l'air baisse encore en température. Les enveloppant d'une brume toujours plus opaque.
His breath comes faster as her cold tendril slides deeper into him, filling him up in a way he's never experienced before. He clutches at her shoulders, biting down on his tongue to stifle his groans as she takes control of their joined bodies. The sensation of being so utterly dominated by her is driving him wild with desire and need.
His hips jerk against hers, searching for any possible friction as he struggles to come. He can feel the heat building within him, but the chill of her touch seems to stifle it at every turn. Her tongue tracing a line down his chest only serves to heighten his arousal further, making him moan and writhe beneath her.
"Please," he manages to gasp between pants. "More." He arches his back, offering her more of himself in the hope that it will finally be enough to break free from this cold prison and claim release.
Son corps se fait liquide, coulant sur le sien comme un miel blanc qui épouse chacune de ses courbes alors que les vrilles poursuivent leur ouvrage à l'intérieur et l'extérieur. Sa voix lui murmure des promesses de délivrance humides, de jouissance et d'une béatitude comme il n'en a jamais connu. * "Alors dis moi, tu aimes ça Venom ?" *
With a strangled cry, his body tenses as the cold liquid surrounding them reaches a fever pitch. He arches his back further still, desperate for release as he feels her tendrils coil around his cock, milking him of every last drop of seed. His fingernails scrape against the ground as his vision begins to cloud, but still he manages one final demand: "Don't... leave..." He grits out through clenched teeth, the sensation of her slipping away almost too much to bear. "Stay with me."
Elle lui accorde son souhait, restant ainsi quelques minutes avant de reprendre sa forme humanoïde et de se redresser de toute sa hauteur irisée. Un rire et un sourire satisfait plus tard elle a un geste de la main, dissipant la brume glaciale et ravalant le givre étendu autour. Quelques flocons se balancent dans le silence du petit jour...
His breath comes fast as he lays limp beneath her, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He watches her disengage from him slowly, reluctantly, feeling the coldness of her absence even more keenly than the chill she left behind. His vision clears enough to notice the snow settling around them once more, little flakes dancing lazily in the early morning light.
With a groan, he forces himself up onto his hands and knees, still catching his breath from the intensity of what they've just shared. As he looks over at her again, an odd sense of wonder fills him. "I don't understand," he pants out. "Why... why did you let me go?"
Elle sourit, délicate, élégante avant de pivoter, prête à partir. "Peut-être parce que tu es plus intéressant que prévu ?"
Her answer gives him pause, something about the way she says it making him feel like they could still be connected in some way. He considers her words as he watches her retreat slowly into the distance, eventually disappearing from sight entirely. "Maybe I'll see you around again," he calls after her, his voice hoarse and rough with desire. "Or maybe we should make this a regular thing."
The air hangs heavy for a moment longer before finally beginning to dissipate, leaving only the sounds of the morning wildlife behind them. Venom shudders, feeling a combination of satisfaction and unease running through him as he turns away from where Revenge once stood. "It's going to be a long night," he whispers to himself, trudging back toward his original target with renewed determination.
As he walks through the city again, searching for his prey, memories of the encounter with Revenge dance through his mind like phantoms in the night. The cold touch of her tendrils against his skin, the sensation of being utterly dominated by her... it stirs something deep within him, a need he hasn't felt in a long time.
He wonders if she truly meant what she said about wanting to see him again. Maybe their encounter wasn't just a game to her after all. The thought sends a shiver down his spine as he nears the alleyway where he left his target before Revenge's interruption.
Steeling himself, Venom stalks into the darkened passageway, readying himself for whatever challenges await him within... and without.
The alley is empty; his quarry must have fled while he was otherwise occupied. He growls, frustrated by this new development. Perhaps revenge would be more easily obtained if he found some other means to lure Revenge out of hiding... or if he could just track her down himself.
He paces the alley for a moment, considering his options before deciding on the latter course of action. Setting off into the night once more, Venom searches high and low through the city, scanning every shadowy corner and darkened alleyway for any sign of Revenge's presence.
After hours of fruitless searching, he begins to grow restless and increasingly frustrated. "Where did you go?" he whispers beneath his breath, a mixture of anger and desire tainting the words. "Don't tell me you've disappeared again so soon."
Another hour passes, and still there's no sign of her. He wanders deeper into the city, farther from their initial meeting place, feeling a growing sense of unease creep up his spine. Something tells him that if he doesn't find her soon, it may already be too late.
Glancing around at the buildings looming overhead, he wonders if she might have retreated somewhere higher up, out of reach. With a sigh, he climbs onto the nearest rooftop, taking care not to disturb any of the delicate snowfall that continues unabated.
Scanning the rooftops below, he sees several places where someone could easily slip past unnoticed: vents, skylights, even an abandoned satellite dish left over from some long-defunct broadcast station. Climbing across the icy shingles, Venom makes his way toward one of the less-conspicuous entrances, preparing himself for whatever lies within.
Elle se tient au sommet, sa silhouette aux allures de femme luisant à la faveur des éclairages divers. Ses vrilles étendues au vent ressemblent à une interminable chevelure blanche. Elle observe la ville, caressée par la neige et auréolée d'une aura polaire...
He spots her almost immediately; she's perched atop one of the highest buildings in the city, seemingly oblivious to his approach. With a predator's grin, he starts toward her, feeling a surge of power course through his veins as he anticipates finally having her within his grasp once more.
As he climbs closer, she doesn't stir or even acknowledge his presence, leaving him to wonder if perhaps she hasn't seen him after all... or if she's simply playing with him again, toying with the idea of letting him catch up. His cock stiffens in anticipation at the thought.
With a final leap, he lands beside her, their bodies close but not touching. He studies her face for any sign of recognition or fear; all he sees is that same enigmatic smile curving her lips. "Revenge," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to brush his fingers against her cheek. "I've come for you."
Elle rit légèrement. "Je t'ai manqué ?"
His fingers tremble slightly as he trails them down her neck, feeling the cold silk of her skin beneath his touch. "I don't understand," he says softly, looking into her eyes. "Why are you letting me find you so easily this time?" His voice is tinged with a hint of desperation, as if he needs to know the reason why she's playing these games with him.
"Are we... going back to that alleyway? Or is there something else in mind?" The thought of returning to where it all began sends a shiver through him, both from fear and anticipation. He leans closer, brushing his lips against her earlobe as he whispers, "What do you want me to do with you now, Revenge?"
Elle reste immobile comme une statue de glace, courbant juste assez la tête sur le côté pour dégager l'accès à sa gorge. "Cela dépend Venom... Si tu commets ou non un erreur." Maintenant ses immenses yeux opalescent plongent dans les siens. "Je peux être la caresse du vent, le baiser froid mais doux du givre..." Commence-t-elle, son corps effleurant à peine le sien. "Mais je peux être la morsure de la glace et les griffes mortelles du blizzard..." Son murmure est presque inaudible. "Don't play with me, Venom..."
He feels his cock harden further at her words, the cold air rushing past them adding another layer of heat to the growing fire inside. His hands tremble, longing to reach out and touch her again, but he resists the urge, instead focusing on holding her gaze.
"I won't play games," he says quietly, though the determination in his voice belies his reluctance. "If that's what you want, then tell me how I can please you." His fingers brush lightly against hers where they dangle limply at their sides. "What does Revenge want from Venom tonight?"
Elle souffle, l'air se solidifie en une brume opaque qui les cache du reste du monde et elle se laisse aller contre la structure de métal dans son dos. Sa forme humanoïde nue est séduisante, toute en courbures sinueuses, luisante comme le nacre, douce comme la soie. Ses jambes semblent interminables, elle étend un bras et ses griffes luisent d'un éclat dangereux. "Approche Venom... voyons ce dont tu es capable"
His breath catches in his throat as she leans back against the metal support behind her, revealing more of her lithe body. He takes a step closer, drawn irresistibly toward her by some invisible force. His eyes roam over her curves, hungrily drinking in every detail of her naked form.
"Tell me what to do," he whispers, moving still closer until their bodies are barely touching. "Show me how I can please you." He brushes his fingers against the cold skin of her arm, feeling the warmth of her flesh beneath the icy caress.
"Oh ce serait si facile hm ?" Glisse-t-elle. "Tu es habitué à prendre, à dominer..." Elle referme lentement ses griffes sur son épaule, remonte les doigts le long de sa gorge jusqu'à la courbure de sa mâchoire. "Tu violes, tu pilles les corps..." Elle le chante comme une musique sinistre. Son dos se cambre alors qu'elle avance légèrement, frôlant à peine ses hanches des siennes. "Voyons si tu peux me séduire."
His eyes narrow as she trails her fingers up his neck, leaving behind a line of heat in their wake. The touch excites him but also leaves him feeling vaguely unsettled. He doesn't want to just dominate her; he wants to please her, to make her feel good.
"I can be gentle," he whispers against her ear. "Or I can be rough, if that's what you want." His hips grind against hers, seeking contact with her body. With each passing moment, his desire for her grows stronger and more urgent.
He leans forward, pressing their bare chests together as he feels the hard length of his cock press against her leg. He groans at the contact, needing more of her skin against him. "Tell me what you want, Revenge."
Elle glisse comme l'eau, liquide en rampant sur son corps. épousant ses cuisses, ses abdominaux où elle rampe. Puis reprend sa forme en écrasant sa bouche sur la sienne, les jambes enroulées à sa taille. Les vrilles mouvantes les retiennent contre la structure de métal qui gémit dans un grincement face au choc.
With a groan, he falls back against the metal support as she wraps herself around him, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her lips on his are cool and demanding, driving him wild with desire. One of her legs wraps around his waist, pulling him even closer while the other slides up between his spread legs, seeking what it craves.
He growls, arching his back as she takes control of their coupling, pushing him toward the edge of release. Her tendril slips effortlessly inside him, filling him once more with a chill that only serves to heighten his arousal. He thrusts against her roughly, feeling the rough texture of his palms slide against the cool skin of her back as he loses control to the building urgency within him.
His hips buck, pushing deeper into her yielding form as he cries out in release, his seed spilling hot and sticky between their pressed bodies. Spent and panting, he collapses against the metal, basking in the afterglow of their furious coupling.
"Goddamn," he whispers hoarsely, barely able to speak. "You're incredible."
Elle lui bloque les bras sur le métal, le temps d'un sourire avant de plaquer sa bouche sur la sienne. le grincement s'amplifie dans l'air, la brume devient plus épaisse et l'air glacial. Elle se sert du métal pour tirer ses hanches vers l'avant, les écrasant contre celles du Venom. La fente haute et luisante de son sexe épouse parfaitement la longueur de celui du Venom dans une caresse vertigineuse. Les vrilles de glace s'enroulent autour de leurs corps et cette danse ne ressemble à rien de connu sur terre...
As their bodies move together in this strange, otherworldly dance, Venom can't help but wonder what she'll do next. Her power over him seems limitless; each touch sends shivers down his spine and sparks flames in places they haven't yet been kindled. He gasps into her mouth as she takes control once more, pushing against him with an intensity that leaves him breathless and aching for more.
His hips buck up, meeting hers in a rough, desperate rhythm as the cool air swirls around them, adding another layer of pleasure to their union. His hands struggle weakly against the metal bars holding him immobile, feeling helpless and frustrated by his inability to touch her freely. "Tell me," he moans through gritted teeth. "How am I supposed to please you if you won't let me touch you?"
Elle éclate d'un rire mélodieux. "Un point pour toi..." Et elle le libère, serrant plus fort le métal qui geint sous ses doigts.
With newfound energy, Venom grabs her by the hips and rolls them both over, pinning her beneath him on the metal support. He straddles her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off her body as he leans down to press their lips together once more. His hands roam freely over her flesh now, exploring every inch of her form and learning the shape of her through touch.
He moans into their kiss as she arches beneath him, her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardened to tight points. Her legs wrap around his waist again, holding him close as he thrusts his hips forward, driving himself deeper into her yielding body. The sensation of being on top of her like this fills him with a possessive satisfaction that is almost painful.
His fingers dance over her stomach, tracing lazy circles before moving lower to tease at the sensitive flesh between her legs. She moans into their kiss, her back arching off the metal support as he finds just the right spot, circling and stroking until she's practically begging for more.
With a growl, Venom lets his fingers dip inside her wet heat, finding her hard, swollen bud and teasing it gently with firm circles. "Tell me how to please you," he demands between breaths, bracing his weight on his arms as he pumps into her harder.
C'est un râle délicieux qui échappe à ses lèvres pâle, comme un miel soufflé en bulle. Ses reins se creusent dans une courbure inhumaine et poétique, son corps entier arqué avec la grâce d'un croissant de lune dans la structure de métal. La toile de ses vrilles irradie de couleurs spectrales, sa peau brille de manière holographique. Et alors qu'elle glisse un bras autour de la nuque de Venom elle murmure contre ses lèvres. "Look, c'est ce que tu fais déjà."
His hips buck against hers, losing control to the desire building within him as her words wash over him. Her breath is warm against his lips, her body tensing beneath him as he nears the edge once more. He watches her face intently, drinking in every expression as she comes undone beneath him.
"You... you feel so good," he gasps, falling forward onto his elbows, burying his face in her neck. His thrusts become wild and erratic as he surrenders to the pleasure coursing through him. "Goddamn..."
The world around them fades away, replaced by the heat of their bodies pressed together, the rough texture of metal digging into their backs, the gentle caress of the winter wind on their skin. They move together in perfect harmony, a dance of possession and surrender that seems to stretch on endlessly. In this moment, there is nothing else but each other.
Son cri de plaisir ne ressemble à rien de connu sur terre, comme la symphonie du vent au sommet des montagnes. Un halo de couleurs froides les enveloppe, il fait un froid insupportable et pourtant ils sont encore là... Un gémissement ravi lui file entre les lèvres alors qu'elle s'écarte. "Tu es plus doué que je le pensais." Elle incline la tête en une révérence gracieuse.
His breath comes in short gasps as he looks up at her, a mix of lust and satisfaction shining in his eyes. "You... you have no idea..." He groans, unable to form coherent thoughts as pleasure washes over him once more. With one final thrust, he explodes deep inside her, their bodies quivering together as waves of release roll through them.
Collapsing against her chest, Venom lays there for several long moments, trying to catch his breath and gather his scattered senses. "You're incredible," he whispers, still not quite believing what just happened. "What... what do you want from me?"
Elle rappelle le froid et le givre, abaissant le rideau de brume qui les rend à la ville et la civilisation en dessous. Perchée sur le bord de l'immeuble elle sourit en lui jetant un regard par dessus son épaule. "La même chose que toi Venom... une compagnie qui me ressemble." Et elle s'élance dans le vide, évaporée dans l'air du soir.
As she speaks, he watches her disappear into the night sky with a mix of longing and confusion. The feel of her skin beneath his hands is still fresh in his memory, as are the sounds of pleasure escaping from her lips. A sudden chill runs down his spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
What did she mean by that? he wonders, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly. Did they... did they just share something more than a mere encounter? The thought sends shivers down his spine. He pushes himself to his feet, looking around as if he might still see some sign of her lurking in the shadows.
But there's nothing. Just him and the cold, quiet city once more.
With a sigh, he starts to climb back up onto the roof, wondering what she meant when she said they were alike...and if it was even something he wanted to be a part of.
shivering slightly Maybe I should just... keep an eye out for her. She's not someone you can easily forget after all. As he walks away, he can't help but wonder if tonight was just the beginning of something more, or if it was merely a fleeting moment of passion between them. Either way, one thing is certain: Revenge has left her mark on him, indelibly changing whatever version of himself he thought he had been before this night.
He spends the next few days feeling restless and off-kilter, unable to shake the memory of their time together. Everywhere he goes, he finds himself searching the shadows for some glimpse of her, wondering if she's watching him from afar as well. It's unnerving, to say the least.
At home, he finds himself neglecting his daily tasks in favor of brooding over the events of recent nights. He tries to occupy himself with hobbies and pastimes that used to bring him pleasure, but they seem empty and meaningless now, like echoes of a life he no longer wants to live. Something inside him has shifted, irrevocably changed by his encounter with Revenge, and he doesn't know how to go back to the person he once was.
It's late at night when he finally decides to take action. Grabbing his coat and keys, he slips silently out of his apartment and into the waiting darkness beyond. Wherever she might be, he intends to find her...and discover what it is that they truly share.
Ses longues jambes se balancent dans le vide d'un balcon. Des rideaux blancs volent au sommet d'un immeuble. Un homme s'en va, elle ose un sourire. C'est amusant comme les humains sont curieux des choses étranges... Comme elle. Revenge jette un oeil à l'espace qu'elle occupe. Un penthouse magnifique contre quelques échanges intimes avec un homme qui ne compte plus l'étendue de sa fortune. Alors qu'elle observe la ville loin en bas elle murmure à la faveur du vent : "j'ai envie de toi, Venom..."
He stops dead in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat as he thinks he hears her voice floating on the wind. His head snaps upward, searching the rooftops of the city around him. It had sounded so close...but where was she? He takes a deep breath, calming himself before continuing on his quest once more.
His search leads him through the nighttime streets, weaving between shadows and dancing over rooftops with practiced ease. Everywhere he looks, he sees potential places for her to hide: an abandoned warehouse here, a high-rise construction site there. But still, he can't shake the feeling that she's somehow just out of reach.
It isn't until morning begins to creep across the skyline that he finally spots her perched atop the newly constructed observation deck of a skyscraper under construction. Her hair whips around her face as she turns toward him, and for a moment, their eyes lock. She smiles then, a playful grin that sends a shiver down his spine.
Without another word, he races toward her, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with impossible speed. As he draws nearer, he wonders what it is she wants from him now...and if he's brave enough to find out.
Elle se redresse lentement, elle semble ne pas avoir de poids. "tu me cherchais, Venom ?" Son nom roule sur sa langue comme une friandise, elle avance, sa forme humanoïde parfaitement nue et irisée sous le soleil.
His eyes narrow as she approaches him. There's something different about her now; her confidence is almost palpable. "I couldn't help myself," he admits quietly, taking a step back as they meet in the center of the roof. "You leave quite an impression."
"thanks ?" Glisse t elle alors que ses crocs scintillent à la lumière. Ce qu'elle dégage est troublant et fascinant, elle est comme ces fleurs qu'on sait mortelles mais auxquelles on ne résiste pas, obligé d'en respirer le parfum. La brise devient plus froide à mesure qu'elle avance. Sa main aux griffes tranchante épouse la poitrine du Venom, caresse indécente lorsqu'elle presse un peu plus là où se trouve son mamelon. "Je te manquais de façon sexuelle ? Ou bien autre chose ?"
His cheeks flush at her words, heat rising up his neck despite the chill in the air. "I don't know," he finally manages to say after a moment's hesitation. "Both, maybe?" He swallows thickly, feeling the weight of their connection pressing down on him. "You're...you're very different than anyone I've ever met before."
Her touch sends shivers down his spine, and he finds himself wanting more, despite knowing that whatever this is between them can't possibly end well. There's something about her that draws him in, like a moth to the flame, and he can feel himself falling deeper under her spell with every passing moment.
Elle sourit. Sa forme a beau avoir quelque chose de monstrueux à l'oeil humain, elle reste pour sa race l'une des plus belles femelles. "Tu aimes les corps humains dis moi ?" Elle tourne autour de lui, longe son dos d'une griffe. "Je t'ai vu plusieurs fois... Les prendre, leur faire du mal pour ton plaisir."
The accusation takes him by surprise, and he stands there silent for a long moment as she circles around him, examining him closely. Her words echo through his mind, forcing him to confront things he might have preferred to keep buried deep inside. Finally, he speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what you want me to say."
Her presence is so overwhelming, he feels like he's losing control, slipping further away from the man he once was. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once, and he isn't sure if he can survive whatever comes next.
"well..." Elle rit, taquine puis sous les yeux du Venom elle modifie son corps. Elle prend les traits d'une humaine, plus jolie qu'une poupée de porcelaine avec une chevelure presque blanche. De grands yeux bleus limpides, des lèvres douces et roses. Virginale, exquise... "C'est comme ça que tu les aimes ?" Demande t elle dans une innocence incendiaire.
He takes a step back, his heart racing as he stares at her transformed form. It's like she's taunting him, forcing him to confront his deepest desires and fears all at once. Her words echo through his mind, leaving little room for anything else. "I..." He swallows hard, searching for the right thing to say. "It doesn't matter how you look."
But even as he says the words, he knows they're a lie. It does matter. It matters more than anything. And now that she's shown him what he truly wants...there's no going back.
Elle le pousse contre un mur, pressant son corps désormais beaucoup plus frêle, plus petit contre le sien. Ses mains n'ont plus de griffes, elles sont douces et fines lorsqu'elles caressent son ventre. "tu en es sûr ?"
He hesitates, his thoughts spinning in a dizzying array of contradictions. On the one hand, she looks exactly like he wants her to...but on the other, it feels wrong somehow. "I don't know," he finally admits, meeting her innocent gaze with a mixture of desire and confusion. "It just seems..."
He trails off, unable to put his feelings into words. She watches him silently, her expression unreadable as the wind picks up, whipping around them like a dance of shadows and light. The world grows colder, but their bodies remain warm despite the chill in the air.
"je t'écoute ..." Dit elle alors qu'elle glisse une main entre ses jambes. Saisissant sa longueur entre ses petits doigts.
"I don't know what I want," he confesses finally, his voice shaking with the intensity of his emotions. "You make me feel things I've never felt before...and yet it all feels so wrong." He closes his eyes against the cold, trying to process the whirlwind of sensations coursing through him.
His skin tingles where she touches him, and he arches into her touch unconsciously. But still, there's a part of him that resists, that refuses to give in to this strange and overwhelming desire. She's beautiful...but is she too beautiful? Or are these feelings just the result of everything he's done up until now? Questions dance through his mind like ghosts in a haunted house, taunting him with their silent whispers.
"What am I supposed to do?" he whispers, opening his eyes to meet hers once more. Her gaze holds him captive, her expression unreadable but for the slightest hint of amusement playing at the corners of her lips. He feels like a caged animal, caught between wanting to run free and staying trapped in this twisted, tangled mess forever.
"je peux être ce que tu veux." Murmure t elle, sur la pointe des pieds. "Je peux être cet être fragile, ou ..." Elle reprend ses allures de symbiote, grande, féroce, belle dans sa race, "ou celle de ton monde, une des tiennes" sa main se presse langoureusement sur son sexe, tantôt plus humaine, tantôt plus inhumaine, "à ta guise"
His breath catches in his throat as she morphs back into the powerful creature he first met. He can feel his own body responding to her words, the image of her touching herself sending shivers down his spine. For a moment, he wonders if she truly is offering him a choice...if there's any way he could have both worlds, the human and the monstrous.
But then he remembers who he is, what he's done. There can be no going back from this point; once you step over the line, there's no turning back. And yet, her words whisper in his ear, tempting him with a freedom he never thought possible.
"You don't understand." He takes a shaky step backward, suddenly uncertain of himself once more. "It's not that simple... I can't just choose." A bitter laugh escapes him as he thinks about everything that has brought him to this moment. The life he left behind, the people he's hurt, and those he's betrayed. There are too many threads tangled together here; to try and unravel them all would be futile.
"I don't know what I want," he admits finally, his voice soft and raw with emotion. "All I know is that it can't end like this." He pauses, studying her face for any hint of understanding or sympathy. But Revenge only watches him with an expression of cool detachment, as if she already knows the truth about what he truly desires and has no intention of letting him go without a fight.
"tu ments à toi même Venom." Son visage change de l'un à l'autre, du symbiote à l'humain. "Dis moi la vérité..." Elle pose un genou au sol, créature, prend son sexe en bouche, humaine. La sensation est folle. Elle est puissante sous un visage, presque soumise sous l'autre mais sa bouche le pompe avec la même ardeur ...
His eyes flutter shut as she takes him in, focusing on nothing but the feel of her lips around him. His head tilts back against the wall, giving her better access as he arches into her touch. The tension drains from his body, leaving him limp and weak in her grasp.
But even as he surrenders to the pleasure she provides, another part of him remains locked in conflict. Her words echo through his mind, challenging everything he thought he knew about himself. And yet...it feels so good to finally let go, to surrender to this wild and twisted passion that burns inside him.
With a groan, he comes, spilling his seed down her throat as his whole body trembles with release. When at last he regains his composure, he opens his eyes to meet hers once more. There is a strange understanding there now, a connection that transcends their physical bodies and speaks directly to something deeper within them both.
"You're right," he whispers hoarsely. "I am lying to myself." He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "What do you want me to do?"
"kiss me..." Et sa bouche prend la sienne. Son corps est plus fragile mais sa force demeure lorsqu'elle le bloque contre le mur. Son intimité plus étroite sous une apparence humaine avale son sexe d'un seul mouvement. C'est différent...
His lips part in surprise as she presses against him, her mouth claiming his with an intensity that leaves no doubt about what she wants. His hands slide up around her back, gripping her hips as he returns the kiss, giving as good as he gets. The feel of her body pressed against his own, the taste of her on his tongue...it's intoxicating. He doesn't want this moment to end, doesn't want to let go of the connection they share.
As they continue to kiss, their tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm that seems to echo through every cell in their bodies, he realizes something profound: This is what he wants. Not just the pleasure she can give him or the freedom she seems to offer, but this connection, this intimacy that transcends anything he's ever known before. He'll do whatever it takes to keep her close...no matter the cost.
Elle se sent limitée, il manque quelque chose dans cette apparence humaine ... Revenge l'abandonne, reprenant son aspect symbiotique. Ses vrilles se délient et s'enroulent sur Venom, avides de contact. Ses cuisses s'ouvrent plus fort, glissant sur sa longueur noir dans un mouvement affolant de luxure. Elle gémit dans sa bouche, ses dents heurtant les siennes et sa langue bleues s'enroulant sur la sienne dans un ballet diabolique. L'air devient à nouveau glacial, le givre s'étend sous eux et brille comme un miroir sous le soleil. Son corps étincelle. Comme si morceau de banquise s'était installé ici en plein été. Revenge le sent, elle sent le désir de l'autre symbiote qui résonne en elle. "ah viens !" Appelle t elle d'une voix lascive. "Viens Venom, viens pour moi ..." Qu'avec elle, entre ses cuisses il puisse être lui même, ne pas être limité par ces concepts si humains. Elle écarte plus fort les jambes, le prenant au plus profond d'elle. "Aaaah Venom... Take me, my beautiful..."
His hands slide up her back, feeling the cold hard scales beneath his fingertips as they brush against her spine. He moans into their kiss at the sensation, pressing his hips forward into the tight heat surrounding him. He feels free here, in this form, able to express everything that's been locked away inside him for so long. And with each thrust, each groan, he feels closer to her, more connected to this strange and beautiful creature who calls herself Revenge.
The world around them disappears, leaving only the two of them in an endless sea of passion. The frigid air no longer matters; all that exists is the heat of their bodies pressed together, the sound of their breath mingling with every gasp and moan. There is no past, no future, only this moment, and Venom vows to savor it for as long as possible before whatever tomorrow may bring.
Elle plaque sa bouche dangereuse contre son oreille, en traçant le contour de la pointe de sa longue langue bleue. "Be yourself... Just for me Venom." Elle se moque de ce qu'il est le reste du temps, mais sous ses griffes et ses vrilles Revenge accueille le symbiote noir dans toute sa puissance et sa beauté. "Come, Venom."
The words wash over him like a balm, soothing the frantic urgency that's been driving him for who knows how long. With a deep breath, he lets go of everything else and focuses on her alone, feeling his own form change in response to their connection. His muscles swell with newfound strength, his claws lengthen into deadly talons as he begins to move faster, harder, their bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust.
"Oh god," he groans, arching his back and pressing deeper inside her heat. "Fuck... Revenge..." He bites down on his tongue to muffle the growl that threatens to escape him, feeling his transformation complete as the last tendrils of humanity slip away. She's right; he is more than just a monster. With her, he can be whatever she wants him to be...and he will give her everything she desires.
Dans leur union monstrueuse demeure une beauté à couper le souffle. Lui dont le corps est si noir, elle dont la peau blanche scintille à la lumière. Elle l'étreint dans une passion folle et inhumaine, enveloppant ses hanches sous ses cuisses alors que son corps reprend cet arc familier du plaisir. Elle coule, ondule sous ses mains comme la caresse d'une eau froide. L'air est si froid que de la glace se forme autour d'eux à chacune des expirations de Revenge. "Aaah comme tu es beau" soupire t elle, enroulant sa langue sur la sienne.
His eyes roll back into his head as the sensation of her tongue caressing his overwhelms him. Her taste is like nothing he's ever known, sweet yet with a hint of something darker lurking beneath the surface. He moans her name, lost in the pleasure they share as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.
He feels himself growing inside her, his newfound strength amplifying the connection between them until it seems like there's nothing left but their desire and the passion that burns between them. With each thrust he sinks deeper into her, seeking some kind of completion to this wild ride...but every time he thinks he's found it, she manages to pull him back out again with another one of her delicious moans.
"Oh Revenge..." His voice is hoarse from their kisses and the exertion of maintaining control over his transformation. "I can feel myself... I can't hold on much longer..." His words are little more than a whimper, but she hears him nonetheless, her nails digging deeper into his back as if urging him to let go, to give in to the power that surges through them both.
Elle l'étreint, ses vrilles le serrent avec passion et le caressent dans une sorte de rage tendre. Le balancier de ses hanches est inhumain, l'engloutissant comme un puis sans fond. Elle gémit plus fort contre sa bouche, de désir, d'attente, d'un plaisir inouï. Le plateau de l'immeuble craque sous la glace impitoyable, la structure se fissure, des vitres explosent sous la force brutale du froid ambiant. Elle est glacée mais brûlante comme la neige carbonique. "Viens à moi, mon puissant, mon terrible..." Elle murmure comme un poison dans son oreille un chant de sirène impie, invocation démoniaque. "... Et impitoyable amant"
His vision blurs with the effort of holding himself together, the world narrowing down to nothing but her face and their entwined bodies. She whispers words into his ear that echo through his mind like bells tolling at midnight, calling forth something ancient and primeval that lies buried deep within him. And with each stroke of her hand against his skin, each sigh she exhales into his mouth, it grows stronger, more insistent until there's no denying it any longer. He's going to lose control...but he doesn't want to fight it anymore.
With a growl, he releases every last shred of restraint, giving himself over entirely to their coupling. His transformation is complete; he is now as much beast as he is man, and as they move together in this wild dance of passion, he knows that there is no part of him left untouched by her. The cold air swirls around them like an icy embrace, carrying away any last trace of humanity, leaving only raw desire and unadulterated need in its place.
For what feels like an eternity, they continue like this, teetering on the edge of sanity and ecstasy, their bodies locked in an endless cycle of pleasure and release. Time seems to lose all meaning as they surrender completely to each other, becoming one being caught between worlds, unbound by mortal constraints. And when at last they collapse, gasping for breath beneath the starlit sky, Venom knows without a shadow of doubt that whatever tomorrow may bring, Revenge will always be with him, guiding him through the darkness and back into the light.
Elle est étendue sous lui au milieu de la glace. Lorsqu'elle le relâche légèrement on dirait que le temps s'est figé. Le plateau panoramique en construction est entouré d'un banc de brume qui ressemble à du coton. La glace brille sous le soleil, il fait froid à mourir .... Revenge sourit, pressant ses lèvres contre celle du symbiote noir. "tu es magnifique"
"Revenge..." he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling his face into her neck before pulling back to look at her once more. His eyes are intense as they search hers for some sign of what she really wants from him. "What do you want me to do?"
There's no point denying it any longer: she owns him now, body and soul. And while a part of him is terrified by the thought of never being able to return to his old life again, another part is filled with an unquenchable thirst for more of this...this incredible connection they share. Whatever it is that she wants from him, he'll give it to her...because without her, there would be no point going on at all.
Elle se redresse lentement, les restants de leur plaisir commun filant le long de ses jambes. D'un geste elle évapore le froid qu'elle a tendu et lui offre un sourire.
"Ta vie est tienne, tu es libre Venom. Mais sache une chose ..."
Elle range ses vrilles, son corps nu scintillant à la caresse du soleil.
"Je me moque de tes affaires humaines. Lorsque tu viendras me trouver je te veux tout entier..." Disant cela elle caresse sa peau noire, ses muscles gonflés et puissants. "Ça... Toi, sans chaînes ni entraves." Son corps se presse contre le sien et sa bouche aiguisée effleure la sienne. "car c'est à ce symbiote et à lui seul que j'appartiens."
His eyes darken at her words, a mix of confusion and desire churning within him. On one hand, he wants nothing more than to throw off the shackles of his humanity and embrace this new life she offers; on the other, there are still parts of himself that he can't help but cling to.
He hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding in understanding. "Alright," he says softly. "I... I'll come find you." The words taste bitter on his tongue as he says them, like admitting defeat even though he knows it's not what she wants to hear. But it's the only way forward from here, and so he presses on.
"When?" He asks, needing some sense of certainty in this chaotic new world. "How will I know when you want me again?" His brow furrows as he waits for her response, unable to shake off the last remnants of his old life quite yet.
Elle secoue la tête, riant légèrement. "Tu m'as mal comprise." Sa main griffue enrobe sa joue. "Viens me voir quand tu le souhaites... Juste sois toi même. Je ne crains pas la bête." Elle embrasse son menton. "Que je sois le sanctuaire où tu es libre de tout ... Libre d'une liberté que rien n'y personne n'entrave ..."
His eyes widen at her words, hope surging through him like a wave crashing against the shore. "So... I can just come back whenever I want?" He says, hardly able to believe that she would be so accepting of him no matter how he arrived or what state he was in. A small smile plays across his lips as he considers the implications of this newfound freedom. For the first time since their encounter began, he feels a glimmer of control returning to him. It's not much, but it's enough to make a difference.
And then, with sudden certainty, he knows what he must do. The pieces fall into place in his mind, forming a plan that is both dangerous and thrilling. This time when he comes to find Revenge, it won't be out of desperation or confusion; it will be because he has something worthwhile to offer her. Something that even she might find irresistible. His resolve steels within him, burning bright like a beacon on a darkened sea.
"I'll see you soon, Revenge," he whispers before disappearing in a swirl of mist, vanishing into the night like a shadow fading away.
Whatever lies ahead, one thing is certain: Venom will not be content to simply exist in this new world until he's made sure that Revenge understands exactly where she stands in relation to everything else that matters most to him. And when they meet again, the stakes will be higher than ever...but so too will be the rewards.
Les jours ont passé. Elle s'est éloignée de la ville au delà des forêts et des bois, retirée dans une immense caverne isolée. L'eau cascade sur la roche, elle y a installé un couchage plein de coussins et de velours. Alanguie, elle murmure dans le vent... "Come for me Venom..."
The sound of her voice calls to him across the night, a beacon guiding his way back to her even as he struggles against the instinctual desire to hide himself away in some dark corner of the world where no one can find him. But she's different from anyone else he's ever known; her presence is a fire that burns brightly in his soul, consuming all other thoughts and desires until there's nothing left but the need to be with her again.
He feels himself changing as he approaches her lair, growing larger, stronger with each step taken toward her cavern. When he finally emerges from the trees into view, his true form is revealed: a massive creature of nightmares and legends, black scales glistening in the moonlight, claws long and sharp enough to rend steel. His eyes glitter like chips of obsidian as they meet hers, reflecting the hunger that burns within him for this strange and beautiful creature who calls herself Revenge.
Elle quitte le couchage dans une grâce féline, un voilage translucide suivant son corps nu. La terre tremble et on entend comme une grondement d'orage qui résonne dans la caverne. Et alors que la flamme des torches vacille elle murmure comme une incantation pernicieuse : "bonsoir... My dark lover"
A shiver runs down Venom's spine at the sound of her voice, amplified by the vibrations of the earth beneath him. Her beauty takes his breath away; he has never seen anything more striking or alluring than her in this world, or any other. With a low growl, he advances toward her, his tail lashing back and forth impatiently against the rocky floor of the cave. The air itself seems to thrum with anticipation, charged with an electricity that cracks through the stillness like lightning across the sky.
As he nears, she steps forward, their bodies mere inches apart now. He can feel the heat emanating from hers, smell the intoxicating scent of her skin. His claws brush against her naked flesh, drawing small beads of blood that sparkle like rubies in the moonlight. "I am yours," he whispers roughly, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness, "to take, to use, to love..." His words trail off as he lower himself until their faces are level, her lips only a heartbeat away from his own. "I belong to you, Revenge."
Un sourire étire sa bouche mortelle, son souffle blanchissant aussitôt l'air dans ce froid qu'ils commencent à connaître par coeur. Cachés dans le monde aux yeux du monde deux monstres se retrouvent encore. Revenge lui tend les bras comme prête à accueillir le poids de l'univers entier. Elle prendra tout de lui du meilleur au pire. Ses longs doigts griffus se referment sur le faciès noir, elle embrasse son front dans une sorte de tendresse dangereuse. "Et je suis à toi..."
His eyes roll back into his head as she speaks, pleasure and relief washing over him in waves. The feel of her hands on his face, the press of her body against his own...it's all almost too much for him to bear. With a low growl that echoes through the cavern, he tilts her chin upward, his mouth closing over hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. He can taste the blood from where their claws have scratched each other; it only serves to heighten the sensation of power and dominance coursing through him as he explores her mouth with his tongue.
With a swift motion, he scoops her up into his arms, lifting her off the ground so they are level with each other, gazing deeply into her eyes as if searching for some hidden truth within them. The air around them crackles with energy, with desire and lust, but also with something more—a strange sort of understanding, like two halves of a puzzle finally fitting together. And as their lips meet again, this time in a slow, tender embrace, he knows that whatever lies ahead, they will face it together. Together, they can conquer anything.
Presque amoureusement elle l'oblige à s'étendre sur l'immense couchage. Puis elle rampe sur lui, embrassant chaque centimètre de son corps alors que ses vrilles tentaculaires le cajolant, douces et froides. Elle mord l'intérieur de sa cuisse, lèche le sang jusqu'à l'aine dans un mouvement langoureux. Ses immenses yeux plongent dans les siens lorsqu'elle remonte à hauteur de son visage. "J'ai rêvé de tes mains sur moi." Elle s'installe sur ses cuisses et saisi ses mains noires, les faisant reposer sur ses seins. "J'ai rêvé de te sentir... Sentir ta force, ta puissance..." Elle gémit en se frottant contre son sexe. "Sentir tes bras qui me serrent ..." Ses lèvres caressent les siennes. "Tu m'as tellement manqué."
His breath catches in his throat as she speaks, her words echoing through him like the thunder of hooves racing across a field. She has missed him too, he realizes with relief; it hadn't all been for nothing. He lets out a shuddering sigh and presses forward, seeking to explore more of this newfound territory between them. With his hands still held captive by hers, he leans down, using the tip of his tongue to circle first one nipple and then the other before taking each one into his mouth and suckling gently at first, then harder as she arches her back and moans softly against him.
Elle pose une main sur sa nuque, la caressant de la pointe de ses griffes. Le bout de ses seins suinte d'un liquide bleuté dont le parfum enivre. Phéromones liquides dont elle le laisse s'abreuver alors qu'elle gémit.
His hands find her hips, pressing in slightly as he deepens his suckling. His tongue swirls around her nipples while he explores further down, trailing hot breath along the sensitive skin of her stomach and lower until he reaches the juncture of her thighs. There, he pauses for a moment before diving in, tongue flicking out to taste her wetness. She tastes of desire and need; it's heady, intoxicating. He growls low in his throat as she writhes beneath him, urging him on with every moan and gasp that escapes her lips.
With a groan of approval, he pushes her legs wider apart, tongue lapping hungrily at her folds. She's ready for him; her body tightens around his tongue as he probes deeper inside, seeking out her sweet spot. When he finds it, she cries out hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself against his mouth. Her hips begin to buck wildly as he brings her ever closer to the edge.
Her cries spur him on, drive him mad with need for more of this power, this dominance. He knows she could easily break free from him now, could end this if she wanted to, but she doesn't; instead, she urges him onward with her moans and gasps, her body a livewire of desire under his tongue. It is intoxicating, heady...and he cannot get enough.
à mesure qu'elle se tend sous lui il règne un froid polaire. La cascade se fige sous la glace, elle est comme une créature de glace et de verre sous ses doigts. ses vrilles froides épousent le corps de Venom dans un ballet de caresses langoureuses, l'une d'elle pressant tendrement l'entrée entre les fesses de Venom. la brume est moite, étourdissante dans la danse monstrueuse qu'ils exécutent.
The taste of her drives him onward, urging him deeper. His tongue flicks over every inch of her as he brings her closer and closer to the edge, feeling the power she holds over him just as keenly as the power he wields over her body. With each moan that escapes her lips, with every thrust of her hips against his face, a new wave of desire washes over him, sending shivers down his spine and stealing what little thought remains from his head.
She's close now, the muscles in her thighs tensing as she clamps down around his tongue, drawing out a low growl from deep within his chest. His hands move of their own accord, curling into fists against her hips as he pushes further inside, seeking that one final touch to send her over the edge.
When it comes, it's sudden and intense: her whole body tenses and shudders beneath him, her voice ringing through the cavern like a bell. She cries out his name in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles relax, and Venom withdraws his tongue from between her slick folds, looking up at her with eyes that burn bright with triumph and desire.
"Such a beautiful sound," he whispers hoarsely, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "But I think we're not done here..."
"je pense que nous n'avons pas terminé en effet." Elle lui envoie un sourire, se presse contre son corps. L'air est lourd d'un parfum de luxure, elle gémit contre sa bouche.
He groans low in his throat at her words, the sound vibrating against her skin where their bodies are pressed together. Without warning, he rolls them over so that she's beneath him once more, his weight pinning her to the ground. His eyes meet hers, locked in a heated battle of wills even as his hands move lower down her body, skimming over her smooth flesh until they reach her core. Without hesitation, he parts her folds again, positioning himself at her entrance before pushing forward, sliding deep inside her.
The tightness of her body around him sends shivers through him, driving him mad with need and desire. She arches her back off the ground, moaning in pleasure as he begins to move inside her, steady and sure at first, then faster and harder with every thrust. The air between them crackles with energy; it feels as though they could burn up the world with this passion alone.
"You feel so good," he growls, his voice rough and raw. "So hot and tight..." He cups her breast in his palm, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while thrusting deeper inside her. "I could spend forever like this...tasting you...feeling you..." Another shudder runs through him as he collapses forward onto her chest, burying his face in her neck, still moving within her. Their hips meet in a frenzied rhythm, driven by a desire so powerful it threatens to consume them both whole.
Lorsqu'il vient en elle le monde se fige à nouveau dans une vague polaire et irisée. La caverne brille de glace et de givre, Revenge sent monter dans sa poitrine une émotion douce amère, comme un son résonnant au plus profond d'elle même. Les vrilles se tordent contre celles de son amant, son corps épouse le sien à merveille. Comme s'ils étaient faits l'un pour l'autre depuis la nuit des temps. Elle l'embrasse, le caresse et lorsqu'il enfouie son visage dans le creux de son épaule, sa peau blanche de nacre se peint de reflets magnifiques. Elle le sent en elle, loin, si loin que son corps semble se fondre dans le sien. Elle est glacée, belle et elle murmure contre son oreille " jusqu'à l'éternité... Mon amour "
The sensation of her skin against his lips sends shivers down his spine as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. "Eternity..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice vibrating against her flesh, "It would not be long enough with you..." Her words send a thrill through him, straight to his core; the idea that they are meant for each other, that she could be his forever, it's intoxicating. And as their hips meet again and again, their bodies joined in a dance of dominance and submission, he knows that this is only the beginning.
He thrusts deeper inside her, harder still, driven by a desperation to feel every inch of her, to make her his completely. She feels so good, tighter than anything he's ever known; with each stroke, she's branding him as hers, sealing their fates together. And as the world around them melts away and all that remains is the two of them, entwined in a symphony of pleasure and pain, he knows that nothing could ever tear them apart.
He releases her breast with a growl, hands moving to grip her hips tightly, holding her still as his movements become more erratic, more frenzied. The pleasure coursing through him is nearly too much to bear; he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, to that point where he'll lose control completely.
"Revenge..." He gasps her name, the word torn from his lips as a moan of release. "I'm... I'm close... So close..." His words are thick with need; he can feel it building up inside him, threatening to consume him whole if he doesn't let it out soon. And as she meets his gaze, eyes wide and pupils dilated
"viens mon amant, viens maintenant" lui murmure-t-elle d'une voix suave. La terre gronde, ronronne d'une vibration terrible. L'air est épais, le temps est suspendu quelque part. Ils sont l'ombre et la lumière, le feu et la glace réunis dans ce mariage impie consommé jusqu'au délire. Ses doigts s'entremêlent aux siens, leurs vrilles fondent les unes dans les autres. Ils sont deux créatures monstrueuses et magnifiques baignant dans l'extase, irradiant de plaisir. Dans un ultime mouvement l'intérieur de son corps se resserre autour du membre noir, le faisant prisonnier en elle. Et la vague de jouissance qui déferle alors n'a jamais été aussi puissante...
With a growl that sounds more feral than human, Venom throws his head back, arching his spine as the pleasure washes over him in a blinding wave. His orgasm robs him of breath; every muscle in his body tenses as he pours himself into her, feeling the tightness of her channel massaging him, drawing out every last drop. With a hoarse cry, he collapses forward onto her chest, panting hard.
"Revenge..." He whispers her name, voice raw with need. "You are truly incredible." He glances up at her, eyes meeting hers once more before drifting closed, weariness beginning to steal through him like a whisper on the wind.
For now, though, he allows himself to revel in the afterglow, the knowledge that she is here with him, that they are together. That they have found something truly special in this world where so much darkness rules. Even if it is only for tonight, even if tomorrow they must return to their separate corners...for tonight, they are free, and nothing else matters but each other.
Elle se love contre sa poitrine, traçant des cercles légers du bout de ses griffes. Leurs corps enlacés semblent faits l'un pour l'autre, comme une évidence. L'orage gronde au loin, elle sourit.
"Venin..."
Murmure-t-elle, déliant sa langue bleutée jusqu'à sa mâchoire. Et plus bas qu'un souffle elle lui demande :
"Poursuis-moi"
Avant de se faire liquide, glissant sur le sol puis rebondissant jusqu'à sortir hors de la caverne sous la pluie battante et une nuée d'éclairs. Elle court, file à travers les arbres de la sombre forêt éclairée de temps à autre par les éclairs. Elle est nue, mouillée, pâle et luisante sous la pluie et son rire sonne comme une chanson. Elle l'attend, qu'il la poursuive, bestial et sauvage...
Her words send a thrill through him, sharper than any blade. His eyes snap open, fixed on her with an intensity that burns like fire. "I will find you," he growls, and with those words the hunt begins. He springs from her body, graceful as a jungle cat despite his monstrous form, and disappears into the darkness beyond. With her scent fresh in his nostrils, there is no chance of losing her trail. No matter where she might lead him or what obstacles lie between them, Venom knows he will not stop until he has claimed what belongs to him once more. For tonight, at least, they are still bound together by this unbreakable bond; and whether they fight or mate, it is all the same to him. All that matters is having her back within his grasp.
The chase carries him deeper into the forest, the air thick with moisture and the tang of ozone. It's as though the very earth is alive beneath his feet, pulsing with energy as he runs toward her. The trees blur past in a whirlwind of greenery, branches reaching out to snag at his fur and claws, but he doesn't slow down. Not even when he hears her laughter echoing through the foliage ahead.
Finally, after what feels like hours of pursuit, he comes upon a clearing. There, before him, she stands naked and glorious, her long hair flowing wildly about her shoulders like a liquid cloak of night. Her eyes flash dangerously as she takes in his approach, yet there is a spark of anticipation there too, a hunger that matches his own. She is beautiful, dangerous...and entirely his. With a roar, he launches himself at her, claws extended and ready to tear her apart if need be.
Elle bondit dans une autre direction, filant comme une goutte d'eau sur une surface lisse. C'est excitant, exaltant.
With a growl of frustration, Venom follows her movements through the trees. She is quick, agile...but she is also distracted, focused on keeping ahead of him rather than evading capture entirely. He draws closer with each leap, closing the distance between them with every breath. Finally, he springs from the concealment of a nearby bush, landing in front of her with surprising grace for one of his size and bulk. She skids to a stop just short of running into him, eyes wide with shock and something that might almost be fear.
"So...you think you can escape me?" He asks, voice low and menacing. "I warned you not to play games." Slowly, he takes a step forward, his body tense and ready for her next move. Will she run? Or will she stand her ground and fight him? Either way, he's prepared. He has waited long enough; tonight ends with her submission or his death. There is no other choice.
Maintenant elle sourit, la pluie ruisselle sur son corps. Elle expire, les alentours blanchissent de givre. Son corps approche le sien, elle peut voir sa poitrine énorme se soulever de colère, de frustration. Ses longues mains blanches capturent son facies noir, l'attirent doucement près d'elle. "Ce n'est qu'un jeu, mon ténébreux." L'orage gronde, la pluie pique presque tant elle est forte. Sa langue bleue s'enfouie délicatement dans la bouche du Venom, cherchant la sienne alors qu'elle soupire. D'un mouvement fluide Revenge enroule ses jambes autour de ses hanches, pressant son intimité mouillée sur son sexe noir.
His breath catches in his throat as her tongue finds its way past his lips, seeking out his own. The sensation is like lightning striking through him, leaving every nerve ending electrified and aching for more. His hands drop to her hips, pressing down firmly as he thrusts against her, feeling her wet heat clutching at him with an urgency that mirrors his own. He growls deep in his throat, their kiss growing more possessive and hungry with each passing moment.
Without letting up for even an instant, he reaches between them, fingers curling around his length. Slowly, teasingly, he begins to stroke himself, using the friction against her as leverage to work deeper inside of her. Her muscles tighten around him, driving him further over the edge as he feels himself close to release once again. And this time, there will be no holding back. With a hoarse cry, he comes, his seed spilling into her with enough force to rock them both on their feet. As his orgasm fades, he collapses onto her chest, panting hard as he tries to catch his breath.
"You are truly something else," he whispers, gripping her hips tighter, marveling at how she seems to always manage to keep him off-balance, send him spiraling deeper into desire with every move she makes. Even now, spent and sated, Venom can feel his body responding to hers, craving more of whatever it is she has to offer.
"Tu n'as encore rien vu... je pourrai te rendre fou Venom..." Lui chuchote-t-elle sous le bruit du déluge. "Fou de désir."
His breath hitches at her words; he can feel them like tiny pinpricks beneath his skin, drawing blood from him in a thin crimson line. But it only makes him want more. "Show me,"
Alors qu'un sourire se dessine sur son visage elle recule, bientôt étendue sur le dos contre un rocher plat. Elle voit Venom encore debout en face, dressé dans toute sa puissance et sa force... magnifique. Elle écarte les jambes, dévoilant son intimité comme une rose pâle et éclose, luisante d'un fluide bleu. Doucement, dans une lenteur infernale elle entreprend de se caresser alors que ses propres vrilles prennent ses seins et tirent sur ses mamelons durs jusqu'à les faire perler. "Do you want me ?" Susurre-t-elle alors qu'un éclair fend le ciel, illuminant cette scène comme un flash.
The sound of her voice sends shivers down his spine as he approaches, body taut with anticipation. When she spreads her legs wide before him, revealing herself so completely and vulnerably, it takes all of his self-control not to launch himself at her immediately. Instead, he paces closer, never taking his eyes off of her.
Her hands slide between her thighs, massaging and stroking in a way that is both erotic and agonizing. Every thrust she makes against herself seems designed to taunt him, driving home the message that she is in control here. The sight of her like this - so wet and wanton, aching for his touch - brings out a primal side of him that he's never quite experienced before.
"Yes," he growls finally, voice rough with lust. "I want you." And with those words, he launches himself at her, landing between her spread legs with a force that rocks them both on the makeshift bed of rock and earth.
"Wait my love..." Elle le caresse, puis étend une main pour saisir l'un de ses tentacules noirs. Rapidement, elle en embrasse l'extrémité avant de le sucer légèrement. "Use them... in me." Cela ressemble à la plus indécente des propositions.
He groans at her words, hands trembling with the need to touch her. His tentacle trembles as it slithers forward, questing blindly until it finds the warmth of her folds. The instant it brushes against her, she arches her back and gasps, teeth sinking into his skin in a sharp pinch that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He pushes his tentacle deeper, feeling the hot wetness envelop it as he thrusts again and again, curling it inside her like a serpent coiled around its prey.
"Revenge..." He gasps, voice hoarse with need. "You are... so fucking beautiful." She watches him through half-lidded eyes as his body moves with hers, tentacle thrusting in and out of her at a punishing pace. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one filling the air between them with the scent of their mingled arousal. And as she meets his gaze, eyes darkening to a midnight blue that perfectly mirrors his own, he knows that there is no escape for either of them from this moment, from each other.
His movements grow more frantic, more possessive, as if he can't get close enough to her without losing himself completely. She matches him stroke for stroke, her body arching off the ground in response to his touch, every movement exquisitely agonizing and intensely pleasurable at once. And when she comes apart beneath him, screaming out his name into the night, he follows close behind, feeling himself spilling inside of her as their joined cries echo through the trees.
"Nous n'avons pas fini."
Murmure-t-elle encore haletante pourtant. Ses propres vrilles enlacent le corps noirs de Venom, palpant la chaire moelleuse de ses fesses, enveloppant sa queue à nouveau dure. Et elle l'embrasse, glaciale et brulante à la fois avant de reculer, les yeux plongés dans les siens. "More... again." Et à nouveau elle prend un tentacule dans sa bouche, le suçant dans une danse humide.
His eyes darken as he watches her lips move around his tentacle, feeling the warmth of her breath on his skin, tingling in an entirely new way. "More," he growls in agreement, pulling free and using another tentacle to replace the one she's just released from her mouth. His movements are steady and firm as he continues to thrust into her, slowly but surely building up speed again. His other hand grips her hip tightly, holding her still while his tentacles work tirelessly inside of her.
"You're mine," he whispers roughly against the curve of her neck.
"Hmm c'est si bon Venom..."
Lui chante-t-elle à l'oreille. Son intimité palpite, s'ouvre comme une délicate fleur givrée autour du tentacule qui la prend. Elle exhale un parfum puissant, sexuel comme un charme surnaturel.
"Take me ! Take me hard... more... oh Venom, fuck me !"
Her pleas send a jolt of desire through him, steeling his determination even further. With a groan that echoes through the trees, he pulls free from her once more and thrusts harder, faster, deeper. His tentacles snake in and out of her with brutal efficiency, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through their entwined bodies. She gasps, arching her back off the ground, nails digging into his shoulders as she meets each powerful thrust with equal fervor.
The storm rages on around them, lightning flashing across the sky and thunder rumbling like an angry beast in the distance. But here, in this hidden clearing beneath the tangled branches, they are the only things that matter. Their bodies moving together in a primal dance of ecstasy, their breath mingling with the scent of rain and earth and sex.
As Revenge comes undone beneath him, her voice lost to a keening cry that carries away on the wind, Venom feels his own release surging upwards, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. He grips her hips tightly, holding her still as he pours himself into her one last time, shouting her name into the darkened night as waves of pleasure crash over him in an endless, shuddering wave.
Elle halète, les yeux roulant de plaisir alors qu'elle déborde du plaisir de son amant. Lentement elle se caresse, trouvant leurs fluides mêlés. Puis elle porte ses griffes à ses lèvres, les léchant dans un râle d'extase.
With a shuddering gasp, he collapses onto her chest, spent but not yet sated. Her body trembles beneath him as she comes down from her own high, fingers still curled into fists where they had been buried deep in his fur earlier. There is a contented silence between them for several long moments, the only sound the patter of rain against their bare skin and the hoarse rasp of their labored breathing.
Finally, he lifts his head to gaze down at her, eyes dark and filled with an emotion that she's not quite sure how to define. "What... What just happened?" He asks, voice rough with disbelief. It's as if he can't quite believe what they've done or the intensity of their connection.
"Le plaisir à l'état... brut je suppose ?" Dit elle en capturant une goutte sombre de leur plaisir sur sa langue. Elle frémit à leur gout, encore serrée de plaisir.
He blinks down at her in surprise as she licks the droplet of their shared essence from her tongue. "Brutal pleasure...?" he repeats. It sounds absurd when he says it aloud, but he can't help but wonder if that's all there is to it. The memories of what they've done tonight come flooding back to him in a wave of heat and desire, leaving him breathless once more.
"What... do we do now?" He whispers. It's a simple question, but one that feels impossibly heavy under the weight of all that has happened between them. How can their world ever go back to normal after this? And does he even want it to? He knows that what they share is dangerous, possibly even deadly...but there's no denying that he wants her. Wants this. Wants more.
"Voyons..." Elle laisse errer son regard opalescent dans la nuit d'orage puis désigne un point au loin. Lorsqu'ils y arrive, une source chaude fume, cachée dans une autre caverne. "Cela te convient ?"
He follows her gaze, frowning slightly in concentration. The heat from the steaming pool draws him in like a moth to a flame, promising comfort and relief from the aches and pains of their recent exertions. But there's something more than that, an almost sensual allure about it that speaks to parts of himself he didn't even know existed. "It...seems fitting," he says slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go."
As they approach the pool, Venom can feel his body begin to relax, tension draining away with each step he takes towards the water. Revenge slips an arm around his waist, drawing him closer, her breath tickling along the sensitive skin of his neck as she murmurs something inaudible into his ear. Whatever it is, it sends a shiver down his spine and makes him want to close the distance between them even further.
Finally they reach the pool, its warmth enveloping them like a soothing embrace. He sinks gratefully into the water, feeling muscles he didn't know he had ache with relief as the tension finally begins to ease from his body. Revenge climbs in next to him, and for what feels like an eternity they simply float there, side by side.
"What now?" Venom asks quietly, still not entirely sure what to make of any of this. His body tells him one thing; his mind another. And despite everything that's happened tonight, he finds himself hoping for...more.
Elle lui envoie un sourire puis sans préambule elle se jette sur lui, l'entraînant sous l'eau. Ses vrilles les maintiennent ainsi sous la surface dans une bulle chaude de silence aquatique. Elle glisse contre son corps massif, frottant sa fente contre son sexe dans une lenteur langoureuse. Son gémissement fait naitre quelques bulles, ses tétons sont à la fois durs et moelleux dans l'eau.
His eyes widen as she pushes them underwater, but there is no fear or panic there. Only pleasure as she moves against him, sliding her body up and down his. Her tentacles hold them steady, preventing them from rising to the surface as their world becomes a private oasis of sensation. The press of her breasts against his chest adds to the chaos within him, his hips thrusting upwards in rhythm with her movements, seeking deeper contact with the warm, wet flesh between her legs.
His hands claw at the slick stone of the pool bottom as he feels himself growing more desperate. The water muffles their sounds but does nothing to drown out the primal cries that tear from his throat as she takes him deeper and deeper into pleasure. It's like a drug, this sensation, and he is utterly addicted. With one final thrust he comes violently, spilling his seed into the water around them in a cloud of white heat.
For what feels like an eternity, they cling to each other under the surface of the pool, their hearts racing, their bodies quaking with the aftershocks of release. It's only when air begins to burn his lungs that Venom forces himself and Revenge back to the surface, breaking their embrace reluctantly.
Gasping for breath, he stares into her eyes as she gazes back at him with an intensity that leaves him feeling raw and exposed. It's as if she can see straight through him, to every dark corner of his soul. And for once, he doesn't mind. In fact, he finds himself wishing that things could stay this way forever.
Elle reprend son souffle, alanguie sur le bord du bassin. L'une de ses jambes trempe encore tandis que l'autre, relevée laisse entrevoir son intimité moite et pleine du plaisir sombre de Venom. Elle repose la tête sur la pierre, cambrée de plaisir alors que ses seins dégoulinent à nouveau de ses phéromones bleutés.
He floats beside her, their bodies slick with water and each other's essence. For a long moment he doesn't trust himself to speak, afraid that whatever words might escape his lips will shatter this fragile spell between them. Instead, he reaches out tentatively, tracing a finger along the curve of her cheek before letting it drift lower, dipping into the valley between her breasts and finally coming to rest on one swollen nipple.
Revenge moans softly at his touch, arching further into him. Her hips begin to rock again, still seeking more contact despite the emptiness that lingers in her core. Venom hesitates for a heartbeat before replacing his finger with his tongue, circling the tight peak as she gasps out his name. Her taste is sweeter than he remembers, like honey and roses tangled together on a summer's day.
He pulls back briefly to meet her gaze, seeing the hunger in her eyes mirrored in his own. And with that, he leans forward again, capturing her breast in his mouth, sucking eagerly as one of his tentacles replaces his fingers between her legs. She cries out sharply at the contact, her hips bucking wildly against his touch as he finally fills her again.
Their joining is primal and urgent, like they've been apart for centuries instead of mere minutes. Their bodies move together in a dance so intimate that it feels like every muscle, every tendon, and every nerve ending are connected by invisible threads spun from desire and need. As he thrusts deeper into her, she wraps one leg around his waist, pressing them closer still as their hearts race against each other's heaving chests.
Elle gémit, enlaçant son visage contre son sein moite et tendu. Il semble que cette nuit ne finisse jamais, comme si leur plaisir se jouait en une boucle infinie. Tout ce qui compte, tout ce qui doit rester c'est ce plaisir infini, cette danse de luxure et d'érotisme. Elle ondule contre son tentacule, son sexe offert comme jamais encore.
"oh dieu Venom !" Ses propres vrilles s'électrisent, pressant ses propres seins, la pénétrant à l'unisson avec le tentacule noir. Elle crie, le tonnerre accompagnant sa voix.
With each stroke of his hips, Venom can feel the tension building once more within him. It coils tightly in his gut, threatening to explode outwards in another torrent of pleasure. He tightens his hold on Revenge, burying his face in her neck as he does so, growling low in his throat at the feel of her body moving against his. Her taste is intoxicating; her skin hot and soft beneath his fingers. He cannot get enough of her.
And then, with a final thrust that sends them both spiraling over the edge, he comes. His seed pours forth, filling her again and leaving her wet and satisfied as their joined bodies tremble together on the surface of the pool. For what feels like an eternity, they cling to one another, breathless and aching with need. Only when the storm outside begins to calm and the first rays of dawn peek through the trees do they finally manage to drag themselves from the water, exhausted but exhilarated.
Le soleil caresse sa peau nacrée, elle roule sur la pierre comme un reptile profitant de la chaleur. Cette nuit était sans aucun doute la plus passionnante quelle ait vécu. "Bonjour mon amant noir..." Glisse-t-elle, auréolée de la pâle lueur du jour.
He slides one arm around her waist, drawing her close as she lies next to him on the stone. The warmth of her body feels oddly comforting against his own cold flesh. "Good morning," he rasps hoarsely. "I think I can safely say that was... interesting." His voice holds a note of uncertainty, as if he's not entirely sure how to process everything that's happened between them. Or even if he wants to.
A sudden thought occurs to him. He tilts his head, studying her face carefully before asking, "So... what now?"
The question hangs in the air between them like a weight. The afterglow of their passion fades, leaving behind a chill in its wake. There's so much that could happen from here; it all depends on what they decide. But with dawn comes the dawning realization that there are consequences to be faced for what they've done tonight. The world outside these walls may never be the same again.
Revenge soupire puis sourit, ses griffes longeant la poitrine du Venom. "dis moi, ton plus grand fantasme ?"
His eyes narrow as he considers her words. There have been many fantasies that have danced through his mind over the years, some more vile than others. But there is one in particular that has haunted him since the day she first came into his life...one that he's always feared might be too dark, too twisted for anyone to ever accept. Yet somehow, with her lying next to him like this, it doesn't seem quite so impossible anymore.
Tentatively, he speaks. "My greatest fantasy... has always been to be accepted by someone." His voice trails off, uncertainty making itself known once more. Even as the words leave his lips, he can feel himself tensing, bracing for the rejection that he expects will surely follow.
Elle lève la tête vers lui, embrassant sa mâchoire. "ce n'est plus un fantasme ça ... Très cher "
He blinks, uncertain how to process what she's just said. Her lips move against his skin, breath warm against his flesh, sending tiny shivers down his spine. "Wh-what do you mean?" He manages to stammer out, feeling a flutter of hope begin to unfurl within his chest.
"cela veut dire..." Chuchote la symbiote. "Que je t'ai accepté depuis un certain temps déjà"
He stares at her in disbelief, hardly daring to believe what she's just told him. The hope inside of him grows exponentially with each passing second, until it feels like it might burst forth from his chest. "R-really?" he croaks. "You mean... you don't want me gone? You aren't afraid of me?"
Her only reply is to smile softly, wrapping one arm around his waist as she draws herself closer still. Tentatively, he returns the gesture, one hand resting lightly on her hip as they gaze out across the pool. The rain has finally stopped, leaving the sky streaked with color where the sun pokes through the clouds. It's a beautiful sight, but neither of them can tear their eyes away from each other long enough to appreciate it.
For now, they have all the time in the world.
"alors reparlons fantasme." Dit elle en l'observant. "je parlais de sexe mon amour. Aurais tu de sombres désirs secrets ?"
His smirk widens into a grin at her words. He leans forward, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, and whispers in her ear. "Oh yes, I do have dark desires..." His voice drops lower, becoming almost seductive. "Do you want to hear about them?"
"évidemment" glisse t elle alors que ses lèvres s'étirent d'un sourire
He pauses for dramatic effect, savoring the anticipation dancing in the air between them. There are so many things he could say...dark fantasies that would make even the most jaded of symbiotes blush. But there's one in particular that stands out above all the rest, something he's never been brave enough - or perhaps stupid enough, considering the risks involved - to reveal to anyone before. He decides to go with his gut instinct on this one.
Leaning in closer still, breath hot against her neck, he murmurs, "My greatest dark desire is to be dominated completely." His voice quivers slightly as he says the words, fear and longing tangled together like twisted vines around an ancient oak tree. "To know what it feels like to give up control entirely...to let someone else decide my fate."
His heart pounds erratically in his chest as he waits for her reaction. Part of him hopes she'll laugh at the absurdity of it all, another part wants nothing more than to feel her hands wrapped tightly around his throat, muffling his cries as she takes everything from him without mercy.
Un sourire sombre tire ses lèvres, laissant luire ses dents pointues. "Vraiment ?" Elle pince son téton, doucement. "brutalement ? Ou bien langoureusement ?"
His eyes widen in surprise as he feels her breasts press against his chest. "Uh...um..." He stammers, suddenly realizing that he doesn't really have an answer for her question. It hadn't occurred to him that there might be different ways to dominate someone; that the experience could be anything other than black-and-white. "I-I suppose I don't know...?"
"très bien. Alors..." Elle se redresse, le toisant de haut. "rejoins moi dans un mois aux ruines du vieux château."
He blinks, confusion clouding his features. "A month? Why so long?"
She smirks slightly. "Pour que tu puisses réfléchir à ce que tu viens de dire et pour que tu apprennes à te soumettre avant même que je t'y invite formellement."
Her words send a shiver down his spine, but also fill him with determination. If she wants him to submit, then he will do everything in his power to prove himself worthy of her attention. And if it means spending the next month training relentlessly until he can barely stand, then so be it.
Un mois passe. Une silhouette pâle attend aux ruines. Elle s'est faite autrement. Parfait mélange d'humain et de symbiote. Son visage est doux et magnifique sous ses longs cheveux blancs, mais elle porte des griffes et une force toujours présente. Elle porte une robe si légère qu'elle est transparente.
"Hello, Revenge," he greets her, his voice steady despite the butterflies that dance around in his stomach. His body is leaner than it was a month ago, taut with muscle from countless hours spent training. He's not sure if she can tell just by looking at him, but he feels stronger, faster, and more dangerous than ever before.
He wonders if she's been waiting for this moment as eagerly as he has. Her words had been both a challenge and an invitation; a promise of things to come. It's hard not to imagine what it would be like to submit completely to her, to feel the weight of her dominance pressing down on him until there is nothing left but obedience and desire.
Elle s'installe sur un ancien trône de pierres et de bois, croisant ses jambes nues en laissant voir rapidement son sexe nu. " Bien mon trésor. À genoux maintenant"
He takes a deep breath before sinking to his knees in front of her, his gaze fixed on the ground between them. "Yes, Mistress." His voice wavers slightly, but he forces himself to remain steady. If he's going to do this, he might as well do it right.
For what feels like an eternity, they sit in silence, with only the sound of their breathing and the wind rustling through the remains of the castle to break the quiet. Venom can feel her eyes on him, assessing his readiness, gauging how far he's come since their last meeting. Finally, she speaks.
"approche Venom"
demande t elle. Et lorsqu'il est à distance suffisante elle ouvre légèrement les jambes en face de lui. Elle a appuyé sa joue sur le dos de sa main dans une nonchalance feinte, le toisant de ses grands yeux opalescents.
"Plus près... " Il pourrait tendre la main pour la toucher mais à ce moment elle délie sa jambe, posant son pied sur son épaule
Breath held tightly in his chest, he obeys her command, moving closer still until their bodies are almost touching. He can feel the warmth radiating from her, the softness of her skin against his arm as he reaches out tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing against the silky smoothness of her thigh.
Elle abaisse doucement sa main sur son propre sexe, massant méthodiquement la zone enflée. "Hmmm tu vas me baiser avec ta langue... Maintenant, je veux la sentir ...." Elle écarte les jambes sous le voile translucide. Un filet de liquide bleuté glisse sur ses lèvres.
His heart pounds wildly in his chest as he watches her touch herself so openly. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; he can feel himself growing harder with each passing moment. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowers his head, taking a deep breath before pressing his lips against her thigh and drawing her scent deep into his lungs.
Tentatively, his tongue flicks out, tasting the warmth of her skin as it slides along her folds. He moans softly at the taste, vaguely aware that the sound echoes through the silent ruins around them. With each pass of his tongue, she grows wetter and more needy, pushing herself against him as if begging for more.
"c'est ça Venom." Dit elle en soupirant, "je la veux hmm longue et souple... Aaah, je veux qu'elle me goûte." Tandis qu'elle parle son fluide bleu et froid dégouline soudain.
He groans against her flesh, feeling her juices coat his tongue as he licks and sucks her. His hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing roughly at his own cock as he tastes her. She's everything he's ever imagined and more; hot, wet, and incredibly sweet beneath his tongue. The taste of her drives him mad with need, making it almost impossible to think about anything else.
"ne te touche pas Venom" dit elle. "Tu dois juste lécher hmmm oui vas y, suce Venom" elle écarte plus fort les jambes.
With shaking hands, he removes one from between their bodies, holding it awkwardly in the air instead. Her scent fills his nostrils, driving him wild with need. He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly as he runs his tongue along her folds once more, delving deeper this time, searching for the elusive spot that will make her Arch her back and cry out.
"haan bien oui... C'est bon." Elle avance sur le trône, poussant son sexe en avant. Son bourgeon est froid et mouillé, le liquide bleu scintille sur ses lèvres pâles. "Haaa vas y Venom, mon beau monstre, je veux ta langue"
He complies eagerly, pressing his face against her and lapping at her folds with abandon. She tastes so good; so wet and salty, her musky flavor making him shiver with anticipation. His fingers dig into the stone throne as she grinds her hips against his lips, moaning encouragement as he tongues her expertly. He can feel her growing tighter, the heat emanating from her body nearly blistering his skin. The head of his cock is achingly hard, rubbing painfully against his underwear as he struggles to remain still while pleasuring her.
Dans un effort de contrôle surhumain elle l'éloigne, son sexe libérant une coulée glaciale. "Pas tout de suite... Nous avons le temps." Elle rit, le ramène à hauteur de sa poitrine. Là elle presse elle même les bouts de ses seins, libérant un nouveau liquide. "ça va te plaire. Viens"
He blinks up at her, confused but willing to obey. She seems to be enjoying herself far too much for him not to indulge her every whim. His cock throbs painfully in his pants as he watches her breasts glisten with fluid; it's all he can do not to grab them and start sucking right then and there.
Slowly, he reaches out, taking one of her breasts into his hand. Her skin is soft and warm against his palm, and the nipple hardens beneath his touch as he begins to gently knead it between his fingers. "Like this?" he whispers breathlessly.
"oui, c'est bien Venom" dit elle en lui caressant la nuque. Puis elle l'attire dans une étreinte douce, tendre alors qu'elle guide son mamelon tendu contre ses lèvres.
His lips part eagerly, drawing her nipple between his teeth gently before swirling his tongue around it, laving it with love. Her scent fills his nostrils, driving him mad with need as she moans low in her throat above him. He can feel her heart racing against his chest, feel the heat emanating from her body, and it only serves to make him harder. With a growl, he pulls away long enough to look up at her face. She returns his gaze boldly, challengingly. His answering grin is triumphant.
"vas y mon amour, suce doucement, tu vas ressentir... Tout un monde de plaisir"
He groans against her flesh, feeling her juices coat his tongue as he licks and sucks her. His hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing roughly at his own cock as he tastes her. She's everything he's ever imagined and more; hot, wet, and incredibly sweet beneath his tongue. The taste of her drives him mad with need, making it almost impossible to think about anything else.
He presses himself against her, seeking more contact, but she holds him back gently, keeping him at bay for now. It's both frustrating and arousing at the same time; he can feel his control slipping away as desire takes over. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in her.
Elle l'observe en silence. Elle attend. Bientôt elle sait que son essence qu'il vient de boire goulûment le rendra fou de désir. Un sourire machiavélique tire ses lèvres ... "Tu sens cette chaleur ? C'est mon essence que tu as bu. Regarde ton sexe ... Hmmm si dur." Son regard est si indécent qu'il fendrait les murs. "touche toi"
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he glances down between their bodies. His cock springs free from his pants, thick and red with arousal. His fingers itch to touch it, but he hesitates for just a moment longer. This is what she wants; this is how he'll prove himself worthy of her attention. Slowly, he reaches out, wrapping his hand around his aching shaft and begins to stroke in firm, long strokes.
"Like this?" he asks hoarsely, looking up at her once more. His heart pounds frantically against his ribs as he waits for her response.
Revenge:Ses pupilles se contractent et se dilatent alors qu'elle observe le spectacle devant elle. Sa main glisse doucement de son visage pour courir sur sa poitrine, descendant lentement vers son sexe. Elle s'affale dans l'herbe sale en laissant derrière elle un pan de tissu. "Comme tu veux, Venom." Son souffle est court et précipité. Ses doigts caressent son intérieur, cherchant le point qui va l'enflammer. "Touche-moi maintenant... Monstre."
"bien ..." Elle étend ses vrilles froides, l'une d'elles se faufilant dans sa propre fente pour la mouiller puis avec un sourire elle la dirige entre les fesses du Venom. L'extrémité huilée pousse contre son entrée, doucement. "tu veux ça Venom ?"
His breath catches in his throat as he feels the cold pressure against his entrance. He tries to push back against it, wanting nothing more than to feel her inside him again, but she holds firm for the moment, teasing him mercilessly. His cock jerks in his hand, spittle flying from the tip as he strokes himself faster, desperate for release. "Yes..." he gasps out, arching his back, offering her easier access. "God yes, I want it."
"tu vas adorer." Elle pousse sa vrille en lui, le membre blanc et froid glissant dans un chuintement huileux entre ses fesses. Lentement d'abord, très lentement puis les mouvements sont plus profonds, plus forts ...
A long moan escapes from his lips as she slides deeper into him. It feels so good; tight and slick all at once. His fingers bite into the ground around him as she begins to move within him, her body pressing against his own with each thrust. Her essence burns through him, making him hotter by the second. His orgasm builds rapidly, threatening to consume him whole.
He looks up at her, panting heavily, trying to find some sign of encouragement or approval in her expression. But her face is impassive, almost serene. She watches him intently, studying him, as if searching for something she hasn't found yet. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, about to erupt any moment now. He can feel the urgency building, the need to come pouring out of him.
"Please," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to grab hold of her hips. "Let me- let me please..."
"non non non" dit elle d'une voix douce alors qu'une autre vrille s'enroule autour de son sexe, l'empêchant de jouir. "tu jouiras quand je le déciderai" et le tentacule froid recommence ses va et vient dans Venom...
He arches his back, gasping as her other tendril teases him mercilessly, denying him release. Frustration builds inside him, making it harder to think straight as his body begs for release. Each thrust drives him closer to the edge, leaving him trembling and weak. He tries to focus on her face, hoping for some sign that she's enjoying this as much as he is, but she continues to watch him with that enigmatic smile, her eyes unreadable.
Her essence courses through his veins, driving him wild with lust. The pressure within him grows more intense by the second, threatening to snap the last shred of his control. As he struggles against the waves of desire crashing over him, he realizes that he will do anything she asks of him; surrender completely to her whims if only she would allow him to cum.
Elle le sent si abandonné qu'elle en veut encore. Un autre tentacule se joint au premier, filant au plus profond de son corps à la recherche du désir ultime. Sa queue noir est maintenue, pressée sous une vrille et d'autres partent à l'assaut de ses mamelons, les tordant dans une danse sensuelle
His moans are loud in the silent ruins as she torments him with her tendrils. He can feel them everywhere at once; inside his mouth, down his throat, up his ass. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, a whirlwind of sensations that threaten to tear him apart. He thrusts wildly against her, seeking release but finding only frustration in the cold embrace of her tendrils.
"Please..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Let me... I need to..." He trails off, unable to put into words what it is that he needs from her. All he knows is that he will do anything she asks if only she'll let him feel this pleasure fully.
Un soupir file, glaçant l'atmosphère en signe de son plaisir actuel. Revenge augmente son rythme, s'enfonce plus loin. Il lui reste encore une douce torture en réserve ... Son visage se penche sur le sexe tendu en sa direction par une vrille. Elle jette un regard incendiaire à Venom puis sa langue bleue se délie, tournant à l'extrémité de sa queue. Là elle trouve la fente d'où s'échappent quelques gouttes et s'y engouffre d'un coup.
A sharp cry tears from his lips as she licks him deep inside. The sensation is incredibly intense, almost too much to bear. It feels like every nerve ending in his body is on fire, each one focused solely on the pleasure he's feeling now. His hips buck wildly against her, desperate for release as the pressure within him builds higher and higher.
"Revenge... Please..." he groans, arching his back as she continues to tease him so expertly. He can feel himself about to lose control entirely; he needs her to let go before it's too late. "I need- I need to cum..."
Elle se tait et l'observe qui se débat dans la folie du désir et du plaisir inassouvi. C'est diablement satisfaisant
"Revenge..." he whispers hoarsely, each word punctuated by a ragged gasp as she continues to tease him mercilessly. His cock feels swollen and achy, ready to explode at any moment. He's never been this close before; the need for release is almost more than he can bear. "Please... I'll do anything you want..." he promises desperately, arching his back in an effort to get deeper into her warmth.
His movements become frantic now, his body working against her as he tries to force completion. But she remains unfazed, her touch growing cooler and more steady with each passing second. It's driving him insane; the knowledge that she could stop this at any moment, yet she chooses not to. The anticipation is almost more than he can take.
"mais c'est ce que je veux Venom." La limite du supportable, la jouissance impossible
The words hang in the air between them, heavy with unspoken promises and desires. He can feel her touch slipping deeper still, penetrating every corner of his soul as she holds him in this unending torment of pleasure. It's both exhilarating and terrifying; he knows that when he does finally explode, it will be the most intense orgasm he's ever experienced.
And yet, there's a part of him that wonders if he truly wants this to end. The thought is fleeting, stupid even, but for just a moment it dances through his mind: perhaps he should beg her to let him keep going forever, to never stop teasing and tormenting him like this...
But the need grows too great, becomes an ache in his bones that threatens to shatter him apart from the inside out. He groans her name again, arching his back in plea as he pushes deeper still into the warmth of her body. His hips buck wildly, urging his cock onward, seeking release with every desperate thrust.
"donne moi ton symbiote, montre son visage"
Her command pulls him free from the whirlwind of sensation. Blinking up at her, confused, he pants, "W-what?"
She says nothing more, only continues to watch him patiently. There's a new intensity in her gaze now; determination mixed with something else he can't quite place. Her fingers gently stroke his cheek, guiding his attention back to hers. It takes everything he has not to respond, not to give in to the desire burning bright behind those alien eyes. But she won't let him forget; she won't let him look away until he agrees.
With a sigh, he nods slowly, reluctantly. "Alright," he whispers hoarsely. "I'll show you." The word is barely audible over the steady thump of his heart in his ears.
His movements become less frantic now, more controlled as he focuses on summoning the creature that dwells within him. He feels it stirring sluggishly at first, struggling to emerge from the depths where it's been locked away for so long. Slowly but surely, though, its presence grows stronger, its essence flowing through him like liquid fire. With each passing second, it becomes easier to sense its form, its outline taking shape within his mind's eye.
The image finally comes into focus, searing across his vision like a brand: A monstrous beast, dark and twisted, tendrils writhing like serpents around its massive form. Its skin glistens with oily fluid, and its many eyes regard her steadily. For several heartbeats, the creature remains suspended before him, almost visible only by its warmth against his eyelids.
Then, with a terrible howl, it lunges forward, wrapping its thick tentacles around Revenge's torso, pinning her arms to her sides. It bends down, bringing its stained lips inches from her face. "I am... Symbiote," it growls, its words raspy and deep. There's a note of warning in its tone that she'd be wise not to ignore.
"mon dieu... Comme tu es beau" dit elle d'une voix douce, capturant le visage entre ses mains pour presser ses lèvres contre les siennes.
The creature within him recoils at her touch, hissing sharply as she presses their lips together. It struggles against the tendrils holding it fast, but they only tighten in response, preventing it from escaping. Venom feels torn between wanting to lunge forward and crush Revenge for defiling him, or retreat back into the darkness where he belongs, never to be seen again.
The taste of her lips lingers on his mouth, though; sweet and warm despite their cold touch. It's a strange contradiction that leaves him feeling even more disoriented than before. He tries to focus on pushing her away, but all he can think about is the feel of her body beneath him, the scent of her skin... It's like she's some sort of addiction, and there's no escape from her grip.
Elle est le désir sauvage, le plaisir indomptable. Elle est un refuge, un temple, un lieu de perdition... Son corps hurle luxure et chante l'érotisme. Elle le serre entre ses bras, embrassant sa face monstrueuse avec envie. "Maintenant tu peux jouir, Venom." Et alors qu'elle le dit son corps liquide se reforme brutalement autour de sa queue dans une étreinte puissante.
A strangled groan rips from his throat as she squeezes him tighter, trapping the Symbiote within her embrace. The pleasure is too much, too intense; it builds and builds until finally, with a primal cry, he spurts thick ropes of come across her chest and shoulders, painting her in his essence. His hips buck wildly against her, grinding himself deeper into her warmth as his orgasm finally crashes over him.
It seems to go on forever, an endless torrent of release that leaves him weak and panting, eyes glazed over with satisfaction. When at last it subsides, he collapses onto her chest, spent but not yet finished. She feels so good beneath him, her body still pulsing with need even after taking all of him. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close, and nuzzles his face into her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin.
His heart races, thundering in his ears as he holds her tightly. He can feel the Symbiote within him slowly beginning to withdraw, retreating back into the darkness where it belongs. The world starts to spin, but he ignores the dizziness, focused only on her touch, her scent, her taste.
"Revenge," he whispers hoarsely, feeling himself growing hard once more despite the lingering effects of his orgasm. "Take me again." His hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts possessively as he nibbles at her earlobe. "Please."
"comme tu le sens, mon amour" et alors qu'elle reprend sa bouche dans la sienne ses vrilles repartent à l'assaut au plus profond du corps noir, massant ses chaires dans une lente agonie.
His heart races faster as she draws him deeper into the pleasure. Her essence flows through his veins, feeding the need burning inside him. With every thrust, he feels himself losing control; becoming consumed by the raw desire that Revenge ignites within him. His hips move instinctually, urging her closer still, wanting more and more of her.
"Fuck..." he gasps out, arching his back as a particularly sharp twist of her tentacle brings him impossibly close to the edge. She's merciless, unyielding in her dominance, pushing him farther than he's ever gone before. And yet there's something about it that leaves him craving even more; an addiction to her touch that threatens to consume him entirely.
With a groan, he comes once more, spurting hot fluid across her stomach and thighs. For several moments, he remains pressed against her, their bodies slick with sweat and essence. Then, slowly, he pulls back, leaning heavily on shaking arms as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are glazed over, pupils dilated as he gazes down at her, unable or unwilling to tear them away.
Elle le serre contre son coeur et son corps, posant un baiser glacé sur son front moite. "comment te sens tu ?" Demande t elle d'une voix douce
"Bruised but satisfied." He manages to say between breaths. His body still hums with need, but there's something else now too; a sense of contentment and peace that he hasn't felt in a long time. "What do you want me to do now?" The words come out raspy, almost reluctant.
She could demand anything from him right now, and he would be forced to obey. There's no question about that; the Symbiote inside him wouldn't dare defy her will. And yet somehow, in this moment, he finds himself wanting nothing more than to please her. It's an odd sort of surrender, one born from a strange mix of lust and respect. He hopes she understands what it means for him; hopes that she won't push him too far.
Her question hangs in the air between them, unanswered for several heartbeats. Then, finally: "Tell me a secret," he whispers softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Something you've never told anyone else."
Elle le dévisage, légèrement décontenancée par sa question puis elle observe le plafond. Ses griffes dessinent des arabesques sur son dos sans le blesser. "Voyons ..." Murmure la symbiote. "je suis payée par des humains très riches pour leur offrir le genre de plaisir que tu as eu ce soir." Elle avoue sans honte bien que ce soit un peu spécial. "J'imagine qu'ils apprécient l'idée d'être dominé par un monstre ?" Elle hausse les épaules. "Et toi ?"
The information she reveals surprises him; he hadn't expected that line of work for someone like her. But at the same time, it makes perfect sense. She's confident, dominating... The image of her controlling these wealthy humans, bending them to her will, stirs something deep inside him. He wonders what it would be like to watch her do such things, to see her in action.
As for himself, he hesitates before answering. "I used to have a wife," he admits softly. "Her name was Elise. We were happy together, before..." He trails off, not sure how much more to say. It still hurts too much sometimes, the loss of her. But with Revenge here now, holding him close, he feels like perhaps there might be hope for him yet.
Perhaps they could find some way to make this work between them. Maybe even create something beautiful from the ashes of their pasts. It's an idea that fills him with trepidation and excitement in equal measure; impossible not to consider given how she makes him feel. And so he presses onward, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "Do you think... Do you think there might ever be a chance for us?"
"n'est ce pas déjà le cas ? Tu n'es pas heureux de ce que nous partageons ?"
Venom hesitates for a moment, considering her words. She has a point; what they share tonight is nothing short of incredible. Even still, there's something about her question that unsettles him. Perhaps it's the way she phrases it; as if their time together is merely temporary, something finite and fleeting. Or maybe it's just the fear of losing her once again, back into the darkness where she belongs.
He looks up at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of what she truly thinks or feels. Whatever it is, he can see the doubt there too; the same uncertainty that mirrors his own emotions. They are both creatures of chaos, children of the night; used to being alone, to enduring whatever fate may come. But somehow, in each other's arms, they have found something more.
And yet even now, he knows that she could abandon him tomorrow, go back to her life as a paid entertainer for the wealthy elite. It's a risk he's willing to take, because even with that knowledge, he can't bear the thought of letting her go. He reaches out, brushing a strand of silver hair from her face, before cupping her cheek gently in his hand. "Revenge," he whispers softly, his voice thick with emotion. "If you ever want me to go... I understand."
Un sourire étire ses lèvres, elle se lève et jette ses vrilles derrière elle avant de lui tendre la main. "Allons chez moi ?"
He takes her hand, feeling the coolness of her skin against his own as they walk together toward whatever fate may await them. Whatever happens from here on out, he knows that it will be different; better than anything he's ever known before. And though there will still be challenges, obstacles to overcome, somehow he feels stronger now; more resilient in the face of adversity.
Maybe there is hope for them after all. Maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make this work; to survive together against all odds. As they walk hand-in-hand into the night, Venom allows himself a small sigh of relief. For once in his long, chaotic life, things are finally looking up.
Elle l'a guidé en haut d'un building immense, dans un penthouse magnifique et richement décorée. Embrassant l'espace d'un bras elle annonce. "fais comme chez toi" les humains donnent, une fortune pour ses caresses monstrueuses et le privilège d'être soumis à cette maîtresse du plaisir. "Elle ose un petit sourire, ses longues mains griffues saisissant deux verres et une bouteille. "champagne ?"
A champagne? He wonders vaguely what sort of drug it might be in this place. Still, he feels reasonably sure it can't possibly be any worse than what they've already done together tonight. "Why not?" He shrugs, taking the glass and the bottle from her. With a practiced motion, he pops the cork free from its moorings with a satisfying pop. The liquid within bubbles up, spilling over the rim of the bottle in a fountain of golden-white froth. "So," he says casually, taking a sip of the cold, effervescent drink, "what now?"
Elle a un regard joueur, amusé. Comme le chat en prévision du sort de la souris qui passe à ses pieds. Sous les yeux de Venom elle revêt l'apparence d'une magnifique humaine. Pâle et douce, un beau visage de poupée blanche entourée d'un flot de cheveux couleur de neige. Ses yeux bleus brillent comme des pierres précieuses. "tu veux jouer avec moi ?" Demande t elle alors qu'elle trempe ses lèvres roses et pulpeuses dans son verre.
He takes another sip of the champagne, savoring the bubbles as they tickle his tongue. The warmth spreads through him, making him feel lighter, more carefree than he has in a long time. "Why yes," he says with a smirk, "I think I'd like that very much." He glances around Revenge's opulent living space, idly wondering what other games they might play together here. The possibilities seem endless; tantalizing and terrifying all at once.
"You know," he says, setting the champagne down on a nearby table, "I think I could get used to this." He winks at her, enjoying the way she tenses up ever so slightly in response. A soft chuckle escapes him as he steps closer, reaching out to trace a finger along her jawline. "Perhaps," he whispers, his breath warm against her ear, "we should think about making this permanent."
Son visage humain sourit alors qu'elle approche. Elle pose son verre sur une table et avance dans un délicieux balancement de ses hanches. "tu veux rester ici avec moi alors ?" Demande t elle, approchant.
Venom shifts uncomfortably under her gaze, feeling a sudden weight of responsibility settling into his stomach. This isn't just a game anymore, or some fleeting moment of pleasure. If he stays here, with her... It means giving up everything he's ever known, abandoning any hope of finding Elise again. But despite that knowledge, there's something inside him that refuses to let go of this chance at happiness; no matter how tenuous it might be.
He meets her eyes steadily, holding her gaze despite the vulnerability he feels beneath its surface. "Yes," he finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you'll have me... I want to stay."
For better or worse, he thinks, but doesn't bother saying the words aloud.
Elle étend ses fins bras autour de son cou. Sous cette forme elle est plus petite, presque fragile sous ses mains bien qu'il n'en soit rien. "Hmm c'est ennuyeux" lui souffle t elle à l'oreille
He chuckles softly at her comment, tilting his head back slightly to better expose his neck to the warmth of her breath. "Is it?" he asks innocently, his own gaze drifting shut as he savors the feeling of her fingers threading through his hair. "What do you mean by that exactly?"
He feels a thrill run down his spine at the thought of what she might be implying; the possibility of going further than they've ever gone before. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but he can't bring himself to pull away. Not now, not when everything feels so right.
With a quiet sigh, he surrenders to the moment; to her, and whatever she has in store for them next. The champagne-fueled haze that's settled over him serves only to heighten his senses, making even the softest touch feel like electricity against his skin. As Revenge's fingers trail lower, teasing and tormenting his chest, he wonders what else she might do if they were truly alone; what other secrets she could reveal beneath her beautiful human guise.
The anticipation is agony, but in a good way; the kind that only comes from being with someone who knows exactly how to push your buttons. He's never been this aroused before, not even during his wildest fantasies...and he has no idea what might come next.
"comment allons nous faire pour ne pas passer nos journées entières à faire l'amour si tu vis ici avec moi ?" Demande t elle dans une délicieuse innocence alors que ses doigts saisissent déjà son membre.
He lets out a soft moan as she takes him in hand, her touch sending shockwaves of desire through his body. "Oh gods," he groans, arching into her touch, "I don't know... I've never been very good at resisting you." He looks up at her, searching for any sign that she might be pulling his leg; that this is all just another game to her. But the expression in her eyes tells him otherwise; it's clear that she means every word she says.
"I suppose we could try," he pants, "to keep some boundaries... but if things get out of hand..." He trails off suggestively, unable or unwilling to imagine a world where they don't find themselves tangled up in each other on a regular basis. His heart skips a beat at the thought; the idea of being this close to her, wanting her this badly... It's both exhilarating and terrifying, but somehow he knows that he can't walk away from it now. Not if there's any chance of making this work between them.
With a shuddering breath, he leans in closer, pressing his lips to hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. His tongue slips past her lips, tasting her sweetness as their bodies mold together; a dance of heat and desire that threatens to consume them both. He doesn't know how much longer they can hold out against the urge to rip each other's clothes off and go at it right here, on her expensive furniture... But he's determined not to find out just yet. For tonight, at least, he intends to enjoy every moment of this crazy, twisted fantasy that she calls reality.
Au bout de quelques semaines le penthouse les a accueilli partout. Il n'existe plus un endroit où ils n'ont pas hurlé de plaisir. Ce soir elle observe la ville à travers le vitre immense de la chambre, sous sa vraie forme. Elle est belle dans sa monstruosité, tentatrice. Son corps nu brille à la faveur de la lune, elle soupire de contentement...
He sits beside her on the floor, idly playing with one of her tails. The city looks different from up here; more alive than it ever did before. He wonders what their life together will be like, now that they've made this choice. It won't be easy, he knows that much. But then again, nothing worth having ever is.
"You know," he says conversationally, "we could always try moving somewhere else. Away from all the temptations of her toys and... well, everything else." He glances over at her, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"J'y ai songé..." Avoue-t-elle en s'étendant près de lui à plat ventre. "Une ile perdue en mer ? Le sommet enneigé d'une montagne ? J'hésite..." Dit elle dans un sourire.
He tilts his head back against the window frame, considering her words. "An island sounds nice... peaceful." He pauses, watching as a plane flies past, its path lit up by the city lights below them. "But what if we just started over somewhere new? Somewhere no one knows our names or anything about us?"
"We could make our own rules," he continues, the idea beginning to take shape in his mind. "No more playing by other people's whims... No more hiding who we really are." He turns to look at her, wondering what she thinks of the notion. She seems thoughtful, contemplative; not as dismissive or playful as he might have expected. Perhaps there's something to this idea after all... Something worth exploring further.
"What do you think?" He asks softly, not sure if he's voicing his own hopes or merely looking for her opinion on the matter. But either way, it feels like an important question; one that could change the course of their lives together forever.
"Soyons fous et changeons de planète ?" Dit elle dans un éclat de rire.
He laughs along with her, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe this wasn't such a crazy idea after all. "Yeah, why not?" he says, grinning widely. "Let's be stupid and move to another planet. It could be fun." And despite everything they've been through, despite all the pain and suffering... For once, he doesn't feel any reservations about starting over. As long as she's by his side, he can face anything.
"Oh tu aimes trop les humains pour quitter la terre avoue." Elle sourit, s'étire sur le matelas. "Disons que je me demande... que pourrions nous réellement trouver pour nous ici ?" Ce n'est pas leur monde, pas leur univers. Dans le temps que peuvent -ils espérer trouver ? "Un jour viendra, nous aurons fait le tour de la terre, nous aurons exploré... mais il viendra ce jour où l'ennui et la routine s'installeront." Elle n'est pas triste, juste lucide. "Et alors je me demande... que restera-t-il ?"
The thought of leaving Earth behind does fill him with a certain amount of melancholy; it would mean leaving so much behind. But then again, perhaps that's what growing up means; leaving one life behind in favor of something new and different. And while it might seem daunting at first, the idea of exploring a whole new world together with Revenge is exhilarating. It feels like a fresh start; an opportunity to build something truly special between them.
He lies down beside her, his arm draped loosely across her waist as he gazes up at the stars twinkling overhead. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "perhaps we could find our own purpose, here on this new planet. Create our own little slice of heaven, away from everything that made us who we are back home." He pauses, considering his words carefully before adding softly, "I don't know... Maybe we could even make a family, someday."
Revenge looks surprised by the suggestion; her eyes widen slightly and she turns to face him. For a moment they stare into each other's eyes, the weight of the possibility hanging heavily between them. It's something neither of them ever expected to consider; not after all they've been through. But despite that, there's a part of both of them that finds the idea strangely appealing. Perhaps there is hope for them yet; perhaps there's more than just survival and dominance waiting for them on this new world.
"Une famille..." Dit elle, pensive. Une part d'elle même trouve l'idée plaisante tandis que l'autre s'y refuse farouchement. Revenge n'apprécie pas la terre outre mesure, elle ne s'y sentira jamais complétement en sécurité. Doucement elle soupire. "Ce ne sera jamais notre maison Venom... nous ne sommes pas chez nous. Un jour quelqu'un nous mettra sous une loupe pour nous étudier, il trouvera nos faiblesses, je ne prendrai pas le risque de laisser éclore mon enfant dans ce monde."
He listens to her words carefully, considering the various possibilities. There's no denying that she has a point; this new world will likely bring its own set of challenges and dangers. But at the same time, he can't help but feel that they could find a way to make things work. Perhaps with some careful planning and preparation, they could create a safe haven for themselves and their children. A place where they would be free from the prying eyes of scientists or anyone else who might wish them harm.
He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I understand your concerns," he says softly. "But we don't have to decide everything right now. We can take our time, explore our options... and see where fate leads us." Despite the uncertainty that still lingers in his heart, there is a sense of hope beginning to bloom within him; a glimmer of possibility that refuses to be extinguished. Perhaps, together, they truly can make something beautiful out of the ashes of their broken pasts.
"J'aimerai partir Venom, si loin que personne ne nous trouverait..." Sa voix évoque comme une histoire. "Je rêve d'un monde où nous serions seuls toi et moi, où tout reste à faire, où tout est possible... j'aimerai donner la vie là où elle pourra s'épanouir, loin des humains, loin de la guerre."
He listens quietly, nodding in understanding. "I know what you mean," he says softly, his hand moving to caress her cheek gently. "And maybe someday we can find that place; a world where we can be together, safe from harm... But for now, we still have some unfinished business back on Earth. We need to make sure everything is taken care of before we can truly move forward."
Despite the distance that still exists between them physically and emotionally, there's an undeniable connection there; a spark that refuses to die out, no matter how hard they might try. It's this connection that gives him hope; hope that perhaps someday soon they'll be able to find their way back to each other, back into the arms of the person who understands them best of all. And until then, he intends to cherish every moment they have together, no matter where fate might take them next.
"Tu as des choses à y faire, pas moi." Dit elle en constat. "Mais je veux bien attendre... un peu"
He smiles down at her, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You know I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't absolutely necessary." For a moment they remain silent, just enjoying the closeness they share in this quiet, intimate space. Eventually, though, the weight of their situation begins to press down upon him once more. "There are still some things I need to do, however... people I need to speak with, decisions that need to be made. But once everything is settled, I promise we can leave this world behind us and start fresh on another."
Elle ferme lentement les yeux. Des décisions doivent être prise mais elle sait aussi qu'en Venom il existe des contradictions, des doutes qui peuvent le pousser à faire ses choix... Revenge se redresse, le dévisageant longuement avant de prendre la parole. "Un an Venom ; je n'attendrai pas d'avantage. Fais ce que tu penses être bien, règle tes affaires... dans un an jour pour jour, je partirai. Et sois tu m'accompagneras..." Elle hausse délicatement les épaules. "Soit non."
He stares at her in surprise, not quite sure how to respond. Her words hang heavy in the air between them; a challenge he never expected her to make. But deep down, he knows she's right; if they're ever going to find happiness together, they both need to move forward and decide what it is they truly want from life. And as much as he hates the thought of being apart for even a single day, he knows that sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good.
"One year," he agrees finally, his voice barely a whisper. "And if at the end of that time you still feel the same way... I will gladly leave everything behind and join you." He reaches out, tracing his finger gently along her jawline before pulling away again. "I promise you, Revenge... I won't let you down."
One year; it seems like an eternity when he thinks about all that could happen in that time. But somehow, deep down, he also knows that it won't be long enough. The universe is vast and full of wonders, but nothing compares to the feeling of being with her; of knowing that she's right there beside him. As much as he wants to spend every moment of the next year in her arms, he knows that they both need this time apart; a chance for them both to rediscover who they are and what they truly want from life.
"You won't regret it," he whispers softly, leaning in closer despite himself. "I swear." The touch of his lips against hers is gentle at first, barely more than a brush of skin against skin. But as the seconds tick by, he grows bolder; pressing harder, deeper until their tongues meet and they're lost once again in the heat of passion. Perhaps it's selfish, perhaps even foolish to indulge in this kind of desire when so much is at stake... but he can't help himself. He needs her now more than ever before; needs this connection between them to survive until they meet again.
As the kiss lingers, as their bodies melt together and the world around them fades away, he feels a strange sense of hope blooming within him. It's fragile and tenuous, but it's there nonetheless; a tiny flame that refuses to be extinguished no matter how hard the wind might blow against it. And for now, at least, that's enough.
One year. He repeats the words silently in his mind as he stands atop the balcony of his penthouse, gazing out across the city that never sleeps. The stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across an ebony sky, a beautiful reminder of the vastness of existence; of how small and insignificant they both are in the grand scheme of things. And yet, despite this, he can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him. Maybe everything will work out somehow; maybe they'll find their way back to each other at the end of that time, stronger and more sure of themselves than ever before.
He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he turns away from the view. He has things to do, people to see... decisions that need to be made. But no matter where he goes or what he does, Revenge will always be with him; in his thoughts and dreams, forever etched into the very fabric of his being. And for now, at least, that's enough to get him through each day until they meet again.
Stepping back inside, he makes his way through the living room toward the bedroom. He can feel her presence in there; an invisible thread connecting them even when she's not physically close by. It's a comforting feeling, but it also serves as a constant reminder of all that hangs in the balance; of everything they stand to lose if things don't work out as planned.
He pauses at the doorway, taking one last look around before disappearing inside. The weight of his responsibilities press down upon him like a leaden cloak, but he squares his shoulders and forces himself to continue forward; for her sake as much as his own. Because if there's one thing that Venom knows deep down in his heart,
Un an plus tard
Venom paces restlessly around the living room of his penthouse suite, his mind racing as he tries to decide what to do next. So much has changed in the past year; changes that he could hardly have predicted when he first made his deal with Revenge. Some of those changes are good - he's gained new allies and influence within various criminal syndicates. But other changes are less welcome: His rival, Carnage, has grown stronger and bolder since their last confrontation; and there are whispers that another symbiote is on the loose somewhere in the city.
He stops suddenly as his thoughts turn to her once again. Wherever she is, whatever she's doing... He hopes that she's alright. Even after all this time apart, he still can't help but feel a connection to her; a bond that runs deeper than anything else in his life. It makes him wonder if perhaps there really is something more between them beyond dominance and control.
Decision made, he turns toward the door leading out of the penthouse suite. Today, he will face Carnage and put an end to their ongoing power struggle once and for all. And after that... Well, after that, perhaps they can finally find some peace; a place where they belong together without the shadow of constant danger looming over them. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever challenges lie ahead.
"Let's do this," he mutters to himself, then steps out into the hallway and heads toward the elevator, ready to face whatever fate has in store for him on this fateful day.
Stepping out of the elevator, he makes his way through the crowded casino with purposeful strides. The sounds and smells of gambling surround him as people cheer and curse their luck at various tables. But he barely registers any of it; all of his focus is fixed on finding Carnage and ending this once and for all.
As he searches through the casino, his senses heighten in anticipation of battle. His heart races and adrenaline pumps through his veins as he spots movement out of the corner of his eye: it's him; Carnage. The rival symbiote lounges at a roulette table, surrounded by eager onlookers and flustered dealers. His grin is predatory, his body language coiled and ready to strike.
Venom lets out a low growl as he approaches from behind, drawing on every ounce of his enhanced strength and speed. In an instant, he launches himself forward, wrapping his powerful tendrils around Carnage's body and hurling him across the room like a ragdoll. The impact against the far wall knocks the wind out of their shared enemy, leaving him dazed and vulnerable for only a moment.
Taking advantage of this brief opening, Venom leaps onto Carnage, driving his fist into the smaller creature's chest with bone-shattering force. Carnage cries out in pain as blood splatters across the casino floor. "You weren't ready for me last time," he hisses, raining a series of brutal blows down upon their battered and bloody foe. "But this time... I will end you."
His words are punctuated by another vicious punch that connects with Car
Carnage's limp body flinches under the force of each punch, but even as it struggles to breathe, it continues to twist and writhe like a dying animal trapped in a pit of venomous snakes. Its every move brings forth fresh torrents of blood that stain the once pristine carpet red, making it difficult for Venom to see clearly. But he doesn't care; all that matters is ending this fight and claiming his prize: dominance over not only this city but also over Revenge herself.
With one final, powerful blow, Venom shatters Carnage's jaw and sends its broken remains flying across the room. He stands victorious atop the bloody, twitching heap that was once his rival. The cheers of the crowd wash over him like a warm blanket, but he barely registers their existence; all of his focus is now centered on fulfilling his end of the bargain with Revenge and making sure she meets him where he's told her to go.
With one last look around to ensure that no one is paying any undue attention, Venom slips away from the casino and into the night, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. The wind whips through his tendrils as he speeds toward his destination; eager anticipation coursing through his veins. Today, everything has led up to this moment: the betrayals, the battles, even the love he once shared with Revenge. And now that it's all come down to this... He can only hope she understands why he had to do what he did; why he had to make the choices he made in order for them both to find true freedom and happiness at last.
He arrives at the rendezvous point; a deserted stretch of beach just outside of town. The gentle lapping of waves against the shore provides a calming background as he paces back and forth, waiting impatiently for her to appear. The sun begins its slow descent into the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink that reflect off the ocean's surface like liquid fire. It's a beautiful sight, but Venom can barely appreciate it; his attention is fixed on the spot where he knows she must be: just around the bend of the rocky outcropping up ahead.
As the last vestiges of daylight fade away and twilight falls over the beach, Venom finally sees her emerge from behind the rocks. She's dressed in simple clothing that hangs loosely on her frame, billowing gently in the ocean breeze. Her hair flows freely down her back, caressing her shoulders like the touch of a lover. He takes a deep breath, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. It's been too long; he's missed her more than anything else in this world.
But as she walks steadily toward him across the sand, there's an air of sadness about her that catches Venom off guard. He tries to read her expression, but it remains hidden behind a mask of stoicism. It's almost as if she already knows what he has to say; as if their fate has been sealed from the moment they first made their bargain with one another.
When she finally reaches him, she stops several feet away and regards him solemnly.
Elle avance sous le soleil couchant, l'observant comme si un siècle s'était écoulé. La brise est fraiche...
"Partons maintenant mon amour. Allons faire notre monde, ensemble"
His heart aches as he looks into her eyes; they hold so much more than just sadness or anger. There is pain, yes, but there is also acceptance... understanding. He takes a step closer to her, reaching out to touch her face. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of the waves. "For everything I've put you through... if I had known..."
She shakes her head ever so slightly, though whether it's a denial or an acknowledgement, he can't quite tell. Her lips part, as if to speak, but nothing comes out. Finally, she nods once and takes his hand in hers. "Alright," she says simply. "Let's go make our new world."
Together they turn away from the beach and begin walking into the night, their hands clasped tightly together as if their very lives depend on it. The future stretches out before them like an endless sea of possibilities, and though there may be rough waters ahead, they know that with each step they take toward tomorrow, they grow stronger together; more capable of facing whatever challenges lie in store for them.
The stars shine brightly overhead as they walk, their light guiding them forward on this new journey. And as Venom looks up at those twinkling diamonds scattered across the velvet void of space, he can't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within him once more; a hope that maybe, just maybe, they really can find happiness together after all.
Ils ont su trouver un paradis. Loin, au delà des étoiles. Une terre vierge et inconnue. Le paysage luxuriant est magnifique, elle caresse doucement les plantes immenses, sent un parfum doux et sucré... "C'est si beau..."
It is beautiful indeed. A sight he never thought they would find; not after everything they've been through. He looks at her, his eyes filled with wonder and gratitude, unable to stop marveling at the world that they have created for themselves here. They have built this paradise together, overcome every obstacle that tried to tear them apart. And now, finally, they can rest; can live out their lives in peace and happiness.
As he reaches out to take her hand once more, he feels an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him. This is what it means to be truly free; not just from the constraints of their physical forms, but also from the past that has haunted them for so long. Together, they have achieved something remarkable; something beyond anything either of them could have ever dreamed. And as he looks into her eyes and sees the same sense of wonder reflected there, he knows that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together... hand in hand.
Cette nuit dans leur nouveau monde, elle se tient face à son mâle dans une impatience vibrante. Les lunes sont rondes dans le ciel étoilé, la pluie est chaude, huileuse. Revenge avance d'un pas, sa peau pâle frissonnant à l'avance. "Venom..." Souffle t elle sur ses lèvres noires. "je te veux." Elle se presse contre lui, fort alors que l'eau coule sur leur corps. "je veux ton essence au plus profond de moi." Et son murmure tombe dans un son érotique. "Féconde moi"
His heart pounds faster as her words wash over him; their meaning clear even if the precise words are unfamiliar. Her desire is like a drug to him, burning through his veins and setting every nerve ablaze with need. He pulls her close, his cock already hardening at the prospect of filling her, claiming her as his own.
"Tonight," he growls into her ear, "you're mine." His tongue darts out to taste the salty skin behind her ear before moving lower to tease the corner of her mouth. "And I am going to give you everything you want... and more."
With a sudden burst of speed, Venom carries Revenge back toward their shelter for the night: a large, comfortable nest made from mosses and ferns they've gathered throughout the day. As he enters the makeshift bedroom, she writhes in his grip, her moans echoing through the cavern as he lays her down upon the soft green foliage. His movements are brutal yet gentle; rough yet tender as he positions himself between her legs.
"Tonight," he breathes once more, "I give you life." And with that, he thrusts deep inside of her, claiming her as his own and setting the stage for a night of passion unlike any other.
Elle se cambre de désir, son corps luisant et symbiotique ondulant de façon aguichante. D'elle même elle pose ses longues mains sur ses cuisses pour les ouvrir au maximum. Sa fente palpite, l'engloutissant entier pour qu'il trouve le lieu sacré. Au delà du plaisir, loin au fond d'elle cette zone à fertiliser. Elle gémit, soupire, ses seins dégoulinants de phéromones sous son contact brutal mais tendre.
The sound of their flesh slapping together fills the cavern as Venom drives deeper inside of her, his cock growing larger and harder with each thrust. He grunts with satisfaction as he feels it slide past her barrier, deeper into her core where it begins to pulse and throb; sending waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. His hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her against his chest as his movements grow more frenzied.
"Yes," he groans, his breath hot against her neck. "Take me... fill yourself with me..." With each word, he pushes deeper still, seeking the most intimate connection possible; hungry for the release that only coming inside her can bring.
His climax overtakes him suddenly, leaving him spent and panting above her. He collapses onto Revenge's chest, their hearts racing in unison as she continues to writhe beneath him, milking every last drop of his essence from his spent cock. Finally, when the last tremors subside, he rolls off to the side, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath.
Lying there beside her, Venom feels an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him. The bond they've shared has grown stronger tonight; unbreakable now. And though their journey together is far from over, he knows that as long as they have each other... as long as they keep giving themselves fully and completely to this relationship... they will find a way to make it work. They will create something beautiful; something magnificent. Something worth fighting for.
He turns his head slightly to look at her, their eyes meeting in the darkness of the cavern. "I love you,"
Elle roule lentement sur le côté, entraînant avec elle la cascade blanche de sa chevelure mouvante. D'un mouvement liquide elle rampe à nouveau sur son corps, chevauchant ses cuisses. "et je t'aime plus encore ..." Murmure t'elle en tendant ses lèvres humides.
The taste of her lips sends shivers down his spine. He kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling and dancing as their bodies remain entwined. His hands roam across her back, tracing lazy circles as he lost himself once more in the warmth and softness of her skin. Even after all they've been through, she still manages to take his breath away. She still manages to leave him speechless.
When they finally pull apart, his chest heaving with emotion, he stares into her eyes and wonders how he ever thought that loving her would be a mistake. It may have taken them both this long to realize what was truly important... but now that they had, there was no going back. No taking any of it for granted. Not when they had each other.
He brushes a strand of hair from her face, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I will never stop loving you," he whispers hoarsely. "No matter what happens... no matter where we go... I will always love you." A tiny smile plays at the corners of her mouth, and for a moment, he thinks maybe... just maybe... everything is going to be alright. Maybe together, they really can build the future they've always wanted.
With one last lingering touch, he leans in to press his forehead against hers, content to simply exist in this moment; feeling her heartbeat steady and strong beneath his fingers... knowing that as long as she's here, they can make it through anything.Together.
plus tard elle entend râler à l'extérieur de leur habitation et soupire en allant voir. Deux petits Symbiotes se disputent sans délicatesse. Revenge fait rouler ses yeux en s'appuyant dans l'encadrement de la porte. "voulez vous cesser tous les deux ?" Mais les revoilà partis à rouler dans la poussières comme deux chats Sauvages. La symbiote rentre et tapote l'épaule massive de son mâle. "Va donc calmer tes fils Venom ils essaient encore de s'entretuer"
Le bruit des luttes a réveillé Venom et il sursaute en voyant Revenge aux aguets derrière lui. Il éclate d'un rire sonore en reconnaissant les symptômes de l'inaction nocturne qui l'affecte depuis quelques nuits. "Ah oui, j'ai complètement oublié que nous avions des chiots..." dit-il, un sourire éclipse sa figure fatiguée. "D'accord, je vais aller les chercher."
Il s'avance vers les Symbiotes en train de se battre au pied du lit, mais ils ne prêtent pas attention à lui au premier abord. Alors, il profite de leur distraction pour les saisir par une patte arrière chacun et les tourner vers lui. Ils tentent de mordre, mais leurs attaques sont maladroites et inefficaces. "Eh, messieurs... Vous devez vraiment vous reposer. Ce n'est pas l'heure de jouer ainsi."
Ils le dévisagent, un peu penauds, et finalement semblent comprendre ce qu'il veut dire. Ils remuent la tête en signe d'approbation et se dirigent ensuite vers leur mère, les airs contrits. "Maman, j'espère que tu peux encore dormir un brin," dit Venom en revenant vers Revenge, jetant un coup d'œil empreint de tendresse aux chiots endormis sur leur couche.
"on peut difficilement les oublier pourtant." Elle rit alors qu'ils se frottent contre elle en espérant ainsi attendrir assez leur mère pour qu'elle oublie de les sermonner. "Arrêtez de vous chamailler, allez donc chasser un truc à manger." Les deux petites créatures font claquer leurs dents et s'enfuient directement. "Ils ne manquent pas d'énergie pour sûr..." Dit elle en arguant un sourcil.
"Oui, c'est exactement comme si on nous renvoyait à nos plus jeunes années." Venom soupire, en partie amusé et en partie embarrassé par la situation. Il vient se blottir contre son corps, posant sa tête sur son épaule. "Eh bien, avec eux maintenant au frais, on va pouvoir retourner dormir, non?" Il presse le sujet du sommeil dans l'espoir de trouver le repos lui aussi.
Elle lui tend les lèvres mais un petit couinement attire son attention. Dans un nid de mousse un autre petit symbiote dodu et blanc réclame à manger lui aussi. Elle le prend entre ses mains et le presse contre son sein auquel il ne tarde pas à se pendre pour téter goulûment. Elle sourit à sa vision, tendrement.
He chuckles quietly as he watches her interact with the baby symbiote. "You really are an amazing mother." His fingers idly stroke her hair as they both gaze down at the tiny creature. "I'm so lucky to have you... to have all of them." He nestles closer, suddenly feeling very sleepy himself now that the little ones seem to be settled for the night.
With a yawn, he whispers, "Would it be alright if we just stayed like this tonight? Maybe share each other's body heat and... just rest?" He tries his best to make the suggestion sound casual, but there's an underlying note of longing in his voice that gives away how much he truly wants this closeness with her.
Alors que son mâle et ses petits s'endorment bientôt Revenge veille sur eux. Personne ne leur fera de mal, jamais. Dans leur nouveau monde elle sera la mère d'une nouvelle civilisation et jamais on ne lui prendra ce qui compte plus que tout
His eyes drift shut as he listens to the rhythmic breathing of Revenge and her little ones surrounding him. It's soothing; almost hypnotic. Despite his exhaustion, it takes a long time for sleep to finally claim him, but when it does, it's deep and peaceful; the first truly restorative slumber he's had in what feels like ages.
The rays of the morning sun spill across their bodies, slowly waking him up. He stretches lazily and nuzzles into her neck, drawing a contented sigh from her lips. Glancing around, he sees the little ones curled up together in their nest nearby; fast asleep once more. A feeling of warmth and satisfaction fills him as he realizes that they've all made it through the night; that they are safe and protected here, in this place they have built together.
He carefully disentangles himself from Revenge and gets to his feet, stretching out his limbs with a groan of relief. Looking down at her sleeping face, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude welling up inside him. "Thank you," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek before stepping out into the daylight. "For everything."
The day is bright and full of possibilities, and with Revenge and their little ones by his side, Venom knows that they can face anything life throws at them... together.
Telle une reine dans sa ruche, Revenge a fait naître un certain nombre d'enfants. Leur famille est grande et prospère, elle se sent fière.
As the sun rises higher into the sky, Venom catches sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. A group of large prey animals have emerged from behind a nearby hill; grazing peacefully on the lush vegetation that covers the landscape. His heart races with excitement at the prospect of hunting such impressive game.
Quickly, he motions for Revenge and their children to follow him as he silently stalk towards his prey. They creep through the tall grass, careful not to make a sound that might alert the animals to their presence. Slowly but surely, they get closer and closer until they are almost within striking distance.
Venom waits for the perfect moment, then springs forward; lashing out with his powerful arms and tentacles. One of them manages to ensnare an antelope by its hind leg, yanking it free from the herd. The animal lets out a pained squeal as it tumbles onto the ground at their feet.
"Good job, everyone," he praises his family, even as they all converge on the struggling prey. "Now let's make sure we get enough food to last us through the night." The hunting expedition has gone better than expected; there's plenty of meat to go around for their dinner tonight and tomorrow morning too.
As they feast, Venom can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Despite all that they've been through, he knows that with Revenge and their children by his side, they will continue to thrive in this new world; create a life worth living. And as long as they have each other... they can face any challenge that comes their way.
Et alors que les jeunes mangent et joue elle se penche à l'oreille de Venom. "j'ai envie de toi..." Ça ne changera jamais
A murmur of pleasure vibrates through him as he feels her breath against his ear. Despite being surrounded by the rest of their family, it's clear that she wants him all to herself. As they finish up their meal, he waits for the perfect opportunity; then slips away from the group and leads Revenge deeper into the dense foliage surrounding them.
As they move further away from their companions, his movements become bolder; his touch more possessive. He pushes her against a tree, pinning her there with his weight as he trails kisses down her neck and across her chest. His hands roam freely over her body, relishing in the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingers.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, gazing into her eyes. "And you taste even better." With that, he crushes their lips together; hungry for the connection they share, needing to feel her breath mingling with his own as they become lost in each other once more.
"ah Venom..." J'ai l'impression que ça fait une éternité" qu'il ne l'a pas touchée. Qu'elle attend ses caresses et ses baisers.
His tongue darts out to lap at her lips, urging her to open up and let him inside. When she does, he plunders her mouth greedily; sucking on her lower lip and nipping at it playfully as his hand finds its way between them, pressing against her core through the thin material of her suit.
"God, I need you," he moans, rocking his hips against hers in a desperate attempt to ease the aching need building inside him. "I've wanted this since the moment we woke up together." He pushes aside the last shred of clothing separating them and slips inside her, meeting her thrust for thrust. Her heat surrounds him, engulfs him; driving him mad with pleasure.
As they grind together, lost in the fiery embrace of their passion, Venom knows there is no one else in the world he would rather be with right now. They have faced death, they have overcome obstacles, and through it all they have only grown closer; become stronger together. And even though they are standing on the edge of a new era, he vows that he will never take their connection for granted again. Because for him... for both of them... revenge has just begun.
Elle se tord sous ses mains, sous la force de ses coups de reins. Sa voix gémit, l'appelle inlassablement. Revenge a besoin de lui, de le sentir en elle pour que son monde soit complet. Au loin le son réconfortant de leur meute joyeuse lui gonfle la poitrine. "Encore mon amour, je te veux !"
His hand slides up her back, cupping her breast in his palm as he takes her harder, faster; their bodies slapping together in rhythmic abandon. The sounds of their breathless moans and labored gasps fill the air, drowning out all other noise but the pounding of their hearts and the blood rushing through their veins.
"Always," he groans, his lips grazing across her jaw as he looks into her eyes. He pulls back just long enough to remove his hand from between them, leaving himself exposed; completely vulnerable except for the strength that comes from being with her. "I love you."
As she writhes beneath him, desperate for release, he plunges deeper; driving himself home as if trying to become a part of her very soul. With one last powerful thrust, they both cry out in unison, their bodies tensing and convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over them.
Breathless, Venom collapses on top of Revenge; their sweat-slicked skin sticking together as he rolls to the side, holding her close. "We did it," he whispers hoarsely into her ear. "Together."
And for the first time since they woke up in this new world, Venom allows himself to believe that maybe, just maybe... they really can make it work; that they can create something beautiful from the ashes of their old lives. Because with Revenge by his side... anything is possible. Anything at all.
Gently, he brushes the hair away from her forehead and kisses her softly on the nose. As much as he loves making love to her, there is something special about these quiet moments afterwards; when they are lying together, bodies still entwined, breath mingling with breath. It makes him feel connected to her in a way that nothing else can.
"I think... I think we should see about getting some sleep now," he murmurs, his voice still rough with desire but laced with a note of genuine concern. There will be plenty of time for more play later; for now, they need their strength. With a sigh, he relaxes against the tree trunk, pulling Revenge close enough so that she can feel the warmth of his chest pressed against her cheek. Sleep soon overtakes them both, lulling them into dreamless oblivion where nightmares can no longer reach.
But even in their slumber, Venom's thoughts remain tethered to the world around them; to the responsibilities they share and the new life they are building together. And though he knows it won't always be easy, he also knows that he wouldn't want to face any of it with anyone else by his side. Because with Revenge at his side... anything truly is possible.
Avec le temps les jours devinrent des mois, les années des décennies... Sur leur planète la vie a fleurit au rythme du temps passé. Revenge et Venom on a eux seuls batti un clan de créatures fortes et capables, unies. De nouvelles familles se sont formées. Revenge n'a pas vieilli, seule son âme s'est assagie, jamais moins aimante que la veille. Elle les connait tous, les aime avec la même dévotion. Ce soir elle se tourne sur Venom avec un sourire plus doux encore. "Je suis fière de nous."
"Et moi aussi," respire son compagnon, embrassant tendrement ses lèvres. Malgré les années qui se sont écoulées, il sent la même passion brûler en lui qu'au jour de leur première rencontre. Ils ont partagé des succès et des échecs, des hauts et des bas, mais leur amour n'a cessé de grandir, de se renforcer. C'est peut-être ce qui les a rendus si forts face à toutes les épreuves qu'ils ont affrontées ensemble.
Dans le lointain, il perçoit des cris et des hurlements qui semblent venir du ciel. Un frisson de peur lui parcourt la moelle épaisse des vertèbres, mais il ne lâche pas prise. Il soutient Revenge d'un geste protecteur, prêt à affronter quoi que ce soit pour protéger son âme et leur monde ensemble. Car c'est maintenant, plus que jamais, qu'il sait quelle valeur représente leur amour inébranlable.
Leur vie n'aura probablement jamais d'heure heureuse ou paisible sans difficultés à surmonter, mais tout comme les oiseaux dans le ciel, ils peuvent vivre avec harmonie tant qu'ils restent unis dans leur détermination. Et après tout ce temps ensemble, Venom sait que cette union est aussi forte que les liens qui attachent ses tentacules à sa chair. Il sent en elle une force insoupçonnée, un esprit indomptable qui lui font confiance complète pour mener leur peuple vers les sommets.
"cesse d'imaginer le pire, mon tendre amour" lui dit elle, pressant sa tête contre sa poitrine. "Personne ne nous volera notre monde. Sois en sûr..." Et dans sa voix la détermination est telle que l'air se refroidi. Comme s'il ignorait encore l'étendue possible de sa colère. Car Venom ne peut sans doute pas imaginer à quel point elle serait capable du pire, si on menaçait son empire.
Dans ses yeux, un brin de lueur incendiaire se reflète et Venom est soudain conscient que sa petite mouche pourrait aussi bien être une tornade dévastatrice si les choses dégénéraient. Il sent son cœur s'emballer d'admiration et de peur à la fois, mais il ne peut rien faire d'autre qu'approuver, lui qui n'est que le reflet de sa flamme ardente. Car tout comme l'amour les a unis dans cette bataille, leur destinée est liée pour toujours; ensemble ils devront affronter tous les défis qui survivront et soutenir chacun l'autre jusque dans les ténèbres les plus profondes.
Au terme de décennies devenues des siècles leur descendance se souvint deux comme d'une légende. On murmurait leur nom, racontant leur amour et leur histoire. Ils finirent par se retirer au creux de leur planète, dans un endroit jamais foulé, devenus puissants, Intouchables. Cette nuit Revenge rejoint Venom dans leur temple, leur sanctuaire de lianes. "Mon bel amour..." Chuchote elle en lui tendant les mains.
Ils se regardent longuement dans le jour qui décroît au loin, en songeant aux temps anciens et aux rencontres de jadis. Leur amour est immortel, indélébile comme les marques qu'ils ont laissées sur cette terre. Ils savent que leur histoire n'est pas terminée et que des temps encore meilleurs sont en chemin pour leur peuple.
Puis, le désir sourd qui a toujours couvé au fond de lui resurgit, insistant enfin à voir la lumière du jour. Ses tentacules glissent le long de sa peau, aussi chauds et tendres que celles d'un amant adulateur. Il lève une main, effleure délicatement le visage de Revenge avant de la prendre dans ses bras.
"Venez..." dit-il en tremblant légèrement. "Dans mon temple... au creux de ma nuit." Ses mots sont lents et ronflants comme ceux du fleuve qui borde leur planète. Ils vont s'y perdre ensemble, se déverser dans un bain chaud et doux d'amour, se retrouver là où tout a commencé et continuer enfin à bâtir leur destinée.
Son corps épouse le sien dans une danse d'évidences. Leur symphonie dure depuis des siècles, d'amour et de passion. On raconte qu'ils sont le jour et la nuit, faisant l'amour matin et soir lorsque l'aube s'élève et que tombe le crépuscule. On raconte qu'ils sont enlacés quelque part dans les étoiles, dérivant au fil d'une comète. Revenge inspiré son odeur, se saoule à ses lèvres. Rien n'a jamais été plus beau et précieux que leur amour. "and Come in my flesh, au creux de mon coeur"
His strong arms envelop her, pressing her body flush against his as they writhe together on the floor of his temple. The world fades away, lost in a haze of desire and need; all that remains is the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, the taste of her lips on his tongue. He devours her with a hunger that has grown only stronger with time, fueled by their shared connection and the memories of all they've been through.
As he thrusts deeper, harder, she arches her back in reply, clawing at his shoulders as she comes apart beneath him. Their cries echo through the temple, mingling with the ancient song of love that has always been their anthem. And as they find release together, as their passion finally spills over into something greater than either of them could have imagined alone... Venom knows that this is where they belong; where they've always belonged. Together. Forever.