Venom's - Mary Jane

While it wasn't exactly public knowledge where the Parkers lived, Venom HAD been an investigative Journalist before he had turned to crime. And Mary-Jane Parker was a very sought after model, even if she still went by the name of Mary-Jane Watson at her job. She had kept her marriage very much under wraps, but that wouldn't and hadn't stopped Venom. Given his history with Parker and the amount of fusions and mental merging that had been done over the years as the symbiote bounced between Eddie and Peter over the years along with his own skills; it was all too easy to find where their love nest was.

Right now the monstrous villain was sitting on the wall outside the 5th floor window, planning on how to get inside. Sure he could smash the window - or wall for that matter given his strength - but that would draw unneeded attention. This was a time for subtlety. Not his biggest strength but he did have a knack for it.

Venom put one claw-hand on the window ledge and let some part of him ooze through minuscule crack under the glass. Using this part, he started to open the window from the inside, the tentacle like growth picking away at the locks. It took longer than expected, he was never good with dexterity feats like this, but ultimately he was able slide the window open and slip into the apartment undetected.

To his surprise, the stealth wasn't AS needed as he thought. Parker wasn't home, probably off doing heroics somewhere. As for MJ...., he heard the pitter patter of water from behind a door. Mary-Jane was evidently showering, leaving the bathroom door open a bit with stereo placed nearby, blaring music loud enough to be heard over the water. The music was a low pace 'club' style music, the kind that lets couples get entirely tied up with each other. Thoughts of her husband walking in were probably going through Mary-Jane's head.

Well.... if she was going to just let herself be completely **** like that. it would be rude not to take her invitation.

The urge to overpower her in the shower came over him, a throb of desire pulsing between his legs, but Venom wouldn't risk everything for just taking her. He was a monster and an asshole, sure.... but the human side of him wasn't sure if he'd be willing to cross that line. The symbiote did still give him desires for... procreation, but that'd be a fast way to get at the top of everyone's shit list. Then again, with what he was about to do, wasn't he already going to be a dead man?

Moral questions would be for later.

He slowly made his way to the bathroom door, opened it just a bit more and craned his head to see inside. The full figured woman's silhouette was viable through the curtain. Her full breasts, her wide hips and shapely legs; what was it about super heroes hooking up super models anyway? Or how the figures of super heroes were so 'perfect' most the time. Regardless of that odd question, the woman hadn't seemingly heard him or seen him creep in.

His prey's back was to him, probably to help with the thrill of surprising her husband. But by the sounds of it she was starting to finish her bathing.

He readied himself and a fang-filled grin split his face right as he slowly walked across the tiled floor to the wife of his arch-enemy. The woman must have sensed something, either from being the wife of a super hero or maybe the large shadow through the curtain alerted her. Either way she started to move, her mouth opening to scream.

Venom ripped through the curtain before her voice could rise out of her throat. Using the very same type of webbing her husband used to defend the city, only in the same inky black substance his suit was made out of. It was sort of like cloned/dead skin of his symbiote, something he really didn't like to think about too much. He bound her arms and gagged her, trapping her entire body against the shower wall.

The fear in her eyes excited Venom along with the curves of her body. She was quite the looker. But right now he couldn't be bothered to attend the building need and desire in him.

Slowly, Venom's arm moved towards her, low towards her stomach. Mary-Jane's eyes started to widen, fearful of what to come next. Only for her face to lose all color when he applied the zipper to her body.

Venom started to pull the zipper upward.