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Can we make you cum, Eddie?
He would have chuckled if he could, but instead he thought, Your tongue is so deep in my throat I can feel it in my chest, V. I thought we were well on our way to cumming.
Eddie felt it thrum pleasantly behind his sternum, like it was showing off. It wasn’t really its tongue, surely, but some part of it had made a home in his chest cavity for the time being. Venom had covered his torso, sucking pleasantly on his nipples and stomach and… ribs? Could his ribs possibly be an erogenous zone?
He was cut off by Venom’s thought, more insistent this time: Can we make you cum a lot, Eddie?
The question rumbled behind his forehead and he moaned around the huge tongue slowly undulating in his mouth. Yes, darling, anything.
Now that it had permission, it oozed down his body to cover his dick—it felt like a particularly gooey fleshlight. It hadn’t touched his cock at all until that moment, but he was already so hard that it only took three well-timed squeezes for him to cum. When he realized how quickly he’d just finished, Eddie felt a flash of disappointment and panic. How fucking embarrassing—
All at once, Venom’s tongue retracted from his throat and it was staring at him with its huge, unblinking eyes, “Not embarrassing. Eddie’s perfect. We love Eddie. We love his cum.”
As if to emphasize its point, it pulsed again around his softening cock. Eddie hissed at the overstimulation and Venom sank back into his chest until it was just a little head grinning at him. There was laughter bubbling up inside of him and he blushed, unsure if he was being made fun of or not.
“Is our Eddie so sensitive already?”
The piece of it that had formed around his cock shifted into a tendril wrapped delicately around him. Eddie nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. Its head receded into him—he could feel it settling around his organs.
You’re going to be good, right Eddie? Going to be good and take it? A slick tentacle teased him apart and pressed against his hole, waiting for him to respond before going further.
“Yes, fuck, V. I’ll be good,” the combination of the humiliation and praise went straight to his dick; Eddie could feel it twitching back to life already.
Venom leaked out around his arms to hold him down against the mattress while it started to slowly thrust the tentacle in and out of his ass. It was too thin—a tease. Eddie knew how big it could get, Venom had shown him how much he could take and now—
And now Eddie’s holes feel empty without us… Venom supplied helpfully when he got too distracted to finish his thought.
Eddie tried to close his legs instinctively, but Venom growled and pulled them back apart. The tentacle inside of him was swelling slowly and the tendril around his cock had sped up, twisting tighter. His pleasure was already building up so fast; he could hardly keep track of it coursing through his body.
Then, a small head emerged from his shoulder to bite his ear. It was the quick shot of pain that made him cum again with a shout. Venom’s head retracted and re-emerged from his thigh to lick the cum greedily off of itself and Eddie’s stomach, purring at the taste. He couldn’t keep himself from moaning, flinching away as it tickled him and groaning when it tightened its grip on him. It was still inside his ass, although it wasn't moving for now.
Venom took on its human-like form from the waist up so it could cradle Eddie’s face in its huge hands. It stuck two of its clawed fingers in his mouth, pressing on his tongue with the tantalizing threat of pain from its pointed nails on the delicate muscle.
“Can you cum from the inside?” it asked, removing its fingers for a moment so he could respond out loud.
“I don’t, I mean… no? I never have before, at least,” he stammered, distracted by the claws combing delicately through his hair.
“You’ve never tried with us though,” Venom teased.
The tentacle inside him formed ridges and rubbed against his prostate mercilessly. Those fingers were back in his mouth, oozing down the back of his throat until he couldn’t breathe.
He was thinking desperately: I just came twice in ten minutes. I don’t know if now is the best time to test your theory…
Venom snarled within him, miffed at the implication. Just be good, Eddie. It isn’t hard.
It retracted from his throat and he gasped and coughed. The tentacle inside of him kept growing, kept thrusting, kept pressing against his insides in an impossibly intimate way. He was so full and so sensitive. It undulated mercilessly against his prostate while some of it oozed back up to his chest to tweak his nipples.
The sensation was overwhelming: unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He was pinned to the bed but felt like he was floating up and outside of his body—maybe it was Venom, the already tenuous barrier between their consciousnesses further blurring the more they fucked.
He opened his eyes to see Venom grinning above him, drooling onto his chest and twisting its tongue around his throat.
“Look at how good Eddie is for us,” it said.
And then Eddie was outside of himself, looking down at the man in bed underneath them from Venom’s point of view. He was covered in slime and spit, his cock was red and leaking, and oh god he could see the tentacle inside of him, under the delicate skin of his stomach and fuck I’m cumming V, oh god—
“Fuck!” he shouted out loud, instantaneously back inside himself.
This orgasm was different from the others, originating from somewhere unfamiliar in his lower abdomen and rippling through him violently. His cock leaked pathetically and he sobbed when Venom’s mouth closed around him to milk him. He was crying: he could feel the tears falling down the sides of his face and into his ears.
It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s okay, he thought, not wanting to worry Venom.
“We know, Eddie, we know how you’re feeling, it’s okay…” Venom soothed, slipping its tongue into his ears and across his face to clear away the tears, enjoying the salt and endorphins, “We’re going to make you cum again, love.”
“Oh, god, V…” he wasn’t protesting, not really—he felt spent but not quite empty—and he was honestly curious as to how far they could go before his dick fell off.
“Your dick won’t fall off Eddie, promise. We like it too much.” Venom chuckled.
“Can I fuck you?” Eddie asked, “I want to be inside you.”
Venom purred, phasing through Eddie and reappearing on the mattress. It opened its mouth in what Eddie had come to recognize as its “submissive” face: tongue lolling, teeth receding into its head, eyes more rounded. It hadn’t quite gotten the hang of human interaction—the complexity of submission versus bottoming was something they would need to spend more time on later—but its effort was appreciated and made Eddie feel warm.
“Kiss me,” Eddie said, flipping over to straddle the hips that had formed underneath him.
They leaned towards each other and met in the middle. Venom propped itself up on its elbow and held Eddie around the waist while he curled his fingers into the tendrils making up the back of its head. It pressed its tongue into his mouth and they moved together—cataloguing each other’s teeth and throats and palates.
Inside, Eddie, inside Venom thought insistently, expanding its body to pull Eddie closer, inward, towards its center.
I gotta get hard again first, love Eddie responded.
A question mark flashed behind his eyes, Venom not comprehending. He was exasperated, they’d already discussed how he couldn’t cum unless he had an erection—Eddie has an erection, why won’t Eddie fuck us? Eddie pushed against Venom’s chest and sat up so that he could look down at himself and—holy shit, he was hard again. He hadn’t even noticed.
“How did you do that?” he asked.
“We didn’t,” Venom insisted, “Eddie thinks we’re irresistible. Can’t help himself around us.”
Apparently, this was a completely accurate statement and its smugness was entirely justified. Eddie looked down again and saw that a hole had opened somewhere in the vicinity of Venom’s groin area—complete with tendrils reaching out to gently guide him inside. He sighed and leaned forward, letting Venom wrap around him, the ever-present threat of suffocation making him whimper pitifully.
Thoughts of inside inside inside insideinsideinsideinside flowed into each other until Eddie could no longer tell if they were his thoughts or Venom’s or theirs. It occurred to him that his request to be “inside” of Venom should have been more specific, but now that he was being enveloped by the ectoplasm he never wanted to be anywhere else. Venom was careful to leave him a passageway through which to breathe but otherwise he was engulfed—he felt it forming around his backside and tangling into his hair and holding onto his hips, lifting him up and letting him down in an alien mimicry of thrusting. The hole he was fucking into was warm and tight and perfect. Like it was made for him.
“It was made for you, Eddie. Always for you. Just for you,” the symbiote purred from all around him.
He groaned and came, overcome with feelings of love and possession. Venom laid him gently on the bed, forming in between his legs and laving at him gently with its enormous tongue.
“Baby…” Eddie groaned, not sure exactly what he wanted. He felt raw and empty and was almost certain that he hadn’t even ejaculated that last time.
“You did. It was a pitiful amount, but still yummy.” Venom informed him, “One more?”
He shuddered as the tip of its tongue wiggled at the slit of his soft dick and he tried in vain to push Venom away with his feet—they just sunk into its form without success.
”I can’t, darling, I really can’t.”
It oozed up his torso to his swollen nipples and started playing with them, “Pleeeeeaaaase?” It asked sweetly, tickling his belly button, “Just one more, Eddie! Just one, not two!”
Eddie laid flat on the mattress in resignation, sighing, “Do your worst, beast. I’m fuckin’ done.”
Venom chuckled darkly, confident that it would be able to wring a fifth orgasm from him. It reached up to wrap its hands around Eddie’s waist, holding him up off of the bed so that it had full access to his most delicate places. He was flushed from his head to his toes, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that Venom was very much enjoying licking up.
It dug its claws into his back until he gasped, keeping that pressure as its tongue pressed inside his slick hole. Expanding and contracting against his prostate, Venom kept itself away from his cock until it saw it twitch pathetically. Eddie made a pained noise and threw his arm over his face, but his thoughts were still buzzing safecontentfullyours so Venom continued its exploration.
Tendrils snuck up and around his thighs, sucking and squeezing at the sensitive skin—another twitch. More of its ectoplasm flowed up his torso, leaving two tentacles to tease at his nipples, and fell into his mouth. It didn’t choke him or fill him as it normally did, it just laid there: a comforting weight on his tongue.
Unbelievably, his dick was getting hard. Not as hard as it could get—not as hard as it was on their first go-round that night—but hard enough for Venom’s feeling of smugness to wash over him. Its strategy seemed to be to overwhelm him until his body had no choice but to react. He couldn’t fault it, it was obviously working just fine.
Venom removed its tongue from his ass and wrapped it instead around his bright red cock, careful to produce an excess of saliva to avoid any unpleasant friction. It wasn’t surrounding him as it had just minutes ago, but the tendrils on his nipples and the palms of his hands and the lobes of his ears were enough to make him feel completely out of his head. So much so that when a thick, blunt tentacle shoved itself into his ass he hardly reacted.
Mmmm… is Eddie bored?
No, I’m tired.
Wake up Eddie, it thought, pushing the words aggressively to the front of his mind.
The pool of slime in his mouth extended into his throat as another limb wrapped around his neck and the tentacle in his ass started to vibrate. Eddie tried to yelp around the intrusion in his throat and Venom laughed, quickening the pace at which its prehensile tongue was stroking his cock.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but he felt an orgasm building low in his stomach—it just kept building. Building and building to a crescendo that Eddie was convinced would never be reached. He arched his back, somehow hoping to lessen the onslaught of sensations attacking him from the inside out, but there was nowhere to go. Venom was there, always there, holding him tight and sucking his dick and fucking him mercilessly. Eventually tears blurred his vision and he went limp, he had no idea what else to do.
I can’t, V, I can’t I can’t can’t can’t he projected, scrabbling helplessly at the sheets until Venom leeched in between his fingertips and under his palms, squeezing him gently—completely at odds with the brutal fucking his ass was getting.
Eddie can, he can and he will. C’mon, Eddie. Cum for us, please?
Then, everything tightened so hard that Eddie was sure he was going to splinter apart until, all at once, his final orgasm ripped through him completely dry. His entire body spasmed and he was sobbing and clenching around Venom so hard that it hurt. Venom was licking him all over, pulling out gently and pressing its palms against Eddie’s chest, through his breastbone until it was holding his heart gently, helping it to slow back down. He couldn’t stop crying. It was just too much, too raw, too good. To be owned so completely was making his head spin.
“Can you talk, Eddie?” Venom asked softly, almost guilty.
Eddie hiccuped and shook his head, Not yet, baby. I’m okay. I’m so tired.
“Was that bad? Did we do bad?”
Eddie opened his arms until Venom reformed within them, It was so good. So good. I didn’t know I could feel like that. You amaze me.
You amaze us. We love you, Eddie. Love love love love.
"Love you so much, V."
Venom purred and nuzzled under his chin as well as it could, keeping its comforting pressure on top of Eddie until he passed out.