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"Watch it! That tentacle is smothering me! It’s getting tighter!” Eddie gasped. “Venom! I can’t breathe!”
“That is the idea, Eddie,” Venom purred with that seductive, hypnotic voice that only Venom could produce. “Now, relax and try to expand your lungs.”
“That’s what I’m-- saying! I can’t! I cannot-- breathe!”
“But are you getting… excited?”
Heaven help him, he was! Despite everything, Eddie could feel his cock getting excited and starting to harden.
But this was not the time! This was not the place! This was not the way! But whether anything was right about it or not, orgasm was going to happen to Eddie Brock, and it was going to happen soon. And it was going to mess up that section of beach a helluva lot.
Their afternoon hadn't started out that way, not by a longshot. But it seemed to end up that way. And Eddie Brock might have been hard pressed later on to explain just exactly how he and Venom had found themselves in that compromising but exciting position.
It had all started as so many of their afternoons had with a solitary walk on the beach. And then somewhere along the line-- Eddie Brock couldn't really remember where-- Venom had suggested a new activity to their day.
"It will be fun, Eddie," Venom had promised.
Hell, Eddie was no party pooper. And besides, he liked fun as much as anyone still breathing, so he decided, What the fuck? Why not?
He soon learned why not, and now he definitely had an opinion about that activity. Never again would he be wishy-washy in how he would answer.
For Eddie Brock was never ever gonna do that again! No, sirree! Never! Not ever!
“Venom, I ain’t never, ever gonna do that again! No, sirree! Never! Not ever!” Eddie repeated aloud although he really didn’t need to since Venom always knew what he was thinking or so he claimed. "'Nuff said! That was the last word on the subject, so there!"
Only the breeze off the ocean answered him and the calling of some sea gulls as they wheeled through the sky not far from where he stood on the beach. A very pleasant day to be out in the world of Nature. And that was amazing, seeing as how noisy it had been and full of angst just a few moments ago. Just went to show how fast the world can forget and heal over as if nothing had ever happened.
And that was ironic as hell. Because a few moments ago, Eddie Brock thought he was going to die on this very beach. He had thought that his guts and all of his other innards would be a red and bloody mess all over these beautiful sands. And now-- nothing. Just plain nothing.
Not that Eddie was complaining. He was partial to breathing and keeping the little Brock machine humming along. But still--
Eddie Brock squinted his eyes as he stared at a tramp steamer far off the coast. “I, I know there’s times that I seem to go back on some claim I’ve made like that, but not this time. No, sir, I mean it this time. Mean it.” He repeated as he nodded his head with a determined snap. “Ain’t gonna happen again. No way, Jose. End of conversation.”
The sea gulls continued to whirl overhead, and the tramp steamer fell over the edge of the Earth for all that anyone not aboard her knew for certain. Because for the rest of the world, the ship disappeared from sight into a mass of nothingness.
And still it was quiet where Eddie Brock stood squinting and fuming in disgust.
“Well, ain’t ya gonna say something about what’s happened?” Eddie finally demanded. “Generally, you’re talking a mile a minute by now. But now it’s like you’re trying to see how silent you can be.”
“I am just waiting until you ran down.”
“Oh, now you’re gonna be sassy!”
“Did you ever consider that I was being considerate?”
“You?! You considerate?! You’re developing manners now?! At this late date?!” Eddie demanded as he paced in the wet, shifting sand and ran his splayed fingers through his already tangled hair that had been badly ruffled by the wind off the ocean not so long ago.
“You really need to relax, Eddie. It is not good for you to get so stirred up.”
“What, what is this?!” Eddie wanted to know. “Are you trying to make me crazy?!”
“Do you need help with that?” Venom ventured.
Eddie skidded to a stop. “Now THAT is just plain sassy, I don’t care how you try to say otherwise!”
“I was asking if you needed help with your problem, Eddie,” Venom purred.
Eddie started pacing again. “No, you, you were asking if I needed help to go crazy! And don’t try to say otherwise, you, you little sneak!”
“Now you are calling me names.”
“What else am I supposed to do with someone who offers to take me flying to help with my fear of heights and then drops me for laughs!”
“I caught you, didn’t I?” Venom was back to using the purring voice.
“But not after I probably pooped my pants.”
“Relax. It just smells like it. You didn’t actually defecate in midair.”
“Great!” Eddie said nervously as he scanned the beach in all directions for approaching people. “Now I’m gonna smell like a shithouse on twofeet.”
“But wasn’t it freely to soar through the air on your own? To feel the wind in your air and to know that you were one with the sea gulls?”
“I was not soaring! There was no soaring about it! I was dropping like a ton of loose seashells in a gunny sack! And feeling about as coordinated! And as for being one with the sea gulls-- Forget it! They were stunned! They are used to seeing me walking on the beach below them! Not, not dropping through the air among them like, like--”
“Like a ton of loose seashells in a gunny sack.”
“Yes. Yes. Thank you. A ton of loose seashells in a gunny sack. I have never been that close to a squawking sea gull before. We were staring at each other, eyeball to eyeball. Literally. It was not a good experience for either one of us.”
“Maybe it is the sea gull that you are smelling. I clearly saw a beautiful arc of semifluid matter streaming out of its back end.”
“Great! Now I smell like the birds of the air! First, I flap like them, and now I smell like I’ve been eating fish and nothing else for days!”
“You seem tense, Eddie,” Venom soothed.
“Of course, I’m tense! I’ve got a damn good reason to be!”
“You need to relax more.”
“I need an alien without a sense of humor. So that leaves you out.”
“Then you would be bored… and lonely. Because I cannot be dour and sour and glower. I would shrivel up and die.”
Eddie stopped and sighed. “And so would I. But honest, Venom. You gotta consider before you start to give me a thrill. It might not be a thrill to me. It might just scare the hell out of me. And piss me off, on top of it.”
“I know! I will apologize!”
“Well, that would be considerate, I suppose,” Eddie decided with the squinty-eyed, half-smiling look on his face that meant that he was feeling mellow and calm again.
“I really mean it, Eddie.”
“I know you do, and I accept it.” Eddie was beginning to feel like a wise, patient father who has learned the hard way to be complacient when it comes to his precocious youngster--
“What the hell are you doing now?!” Eddie demanded as he felt his legs shooting up into the air.
“Apologizing.”
“I can accept apologies the old-fashioned way! You know, with my feet on the ground!”
“No, I am placing you on the ground.”
“With my head in the sand like an ostrich?!”
Eddie’s feet got on the same level with his head.
“Better?”
“Now I feel like I am hovering.”
“Not for long.”
And Eddie found himself on the ground.
“Well, this is nice. The sand is warm, and I guess I could take a little rest-- What are you doing now?!” he demanded as he fought off several of Venom’s tentacles pulling his shirt out of the top of his jeans.
“I am apologizing.”
“This ain’t like any apology I’ve ever come across! Watch it! That tentacle is smothering me! It’s getting tighter!” Eddie gasped. “Venom! I can’t breathe!”
“That is the idea, Eddie,” Venom purred. “Now, relax and try to expand your lungs.”
“That’s what I’m-- saying! I can’t! I cannot-- breathe!”
“But are you getting… excited?”
“I’m getting dead! Now let me breathe!” he demanded as he churned his legs up and down in the sand as he tried in vain to pull the ever tightening tentacles from around his abdomen.
Venom wrapped several tentacles around Eddie’s legs and held them flat to the ground.
Eddie pulled his head up to look at his situation, and Venom wrapped a tentacle around his throat and slammed his head into the sand.
“Do not struggle, Eddie. You are trapped.”
No doubt about it. The alien was right about that.
“You’re gonna… smother me… out here in the… sand? Then… what? You slither out… of me… and die… beside me? That’s one helluva… apology. You feel so bad... about everything that... you die... because of... it. Too bad… I… won’t be around to… accept it. Because... I'll be... dead... too.”
“No, Eddie, lack of oxygen puts you into nearly a catatonic state. It darkens your mind but heightens your awareness.”
“What good… is that?” Eddie murmured as he began to see darkness at the edge of his vision.
Venom nuzzled next to his ear. “You will experience an orgasm like none you have ever felt before. You will cum forever, or believe that you will.”
“I don’t know about… this,” Eddie muttered in the haziness that was enveloping him. “Will I… like… it?”
Then a tentacle brushed across the top of his clothed penis, and a red haze shot through Eddie.
“Sweet... goodness!” he whispered.
“Next question?”
“How will I… get to my… apartment with… the front of my… jeans ripped… open? That thing… is… fixing to… free itself or… give me… a rupture.”
“No problem, Eddie. I will take care of us.”
And Venom did.
A tentacle carefully pulled down the zipper to the jeans and allowed Eddie’s rampant member to explode straight up into the air.
“Ugh!” Eddie protested, still in a daze.
But he did not have to suffer long. Venom’s tentacles smothered Eddie’s abdomen and neck until Eddie would barely breathe. But it was the tentacle that wrapped itself around Eddie's waving penis that received most of the attention that Eddie could muster.
But the tentacle did not squeeze. It simply held. And supported. And undulated gently. And that blew Eddie's mind. But not his penis. He would have to work for his climax. It would not be done to him. And that was going to be difficult to do, because Eddie was having so much trouble concentrating. But he knew that he would have to be the one to reach orgasm.
When Eddie’s penis finally shot off, it was a marvel to behold as seminal fluid shot skyward. Two nearby sea gulls squawked in surprise as they flew swiftly away.
Eddie squawked, too, but it was not in surprise.
That was the second flight he’d taken with Venom today.
The second was definitely the better of the two.
While it was true that during the first flight, he’d seen more of San Francisco, the beach, and the Pacific Ocean, he really wasn’t disappointed during the second flight by what he hadn’t seen.
If he’d just been on a sightseeing tour the second time, he would’ve opened his eyes.
He was more interested in feeling.
And boy, did he ever feel!