The Bride of Venom

Mary Jane saw herself standing next to Venom, side-by-side. Her pussy dripped at the thought of being with him. He was so strong... animalistic... virile. He took what he wanted. She was tired of restricting herself and putting herself last. She had all of this power now and her new husband was ready to help her use it.

As she left the trance, she stood up, letting the symbiote rub her body. She was in a constant state of pleasure; she could get used to this. "Thank you, my love, for waking me up. All this time... I never knew how good this felt."

She ran a hand down Venom's chest. Her ring sparkles in the moonlight against the inky black of the symbiote. Her face contorted as she pulled it off and threw it as far as she could. She would be restricted no more.

"Take me. Breed me. Let's consumate this... marriage," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Venom's tongue lolled from his mouth and ran across her chin. She couldn't wait.