not maybe, definitely

Maverick didn't know if it was because of the copious amounts of cannabis in his system combined with alcohol or what, but there was something deeply sensual about loving on Venom like this. Every strand of her fur felt softer than mink fur, the heat of her body against his was like a hot coal radiating warmth all around him, her scent in his nose was a fine and heady perfume, and her taste was extraordinary, as if she were a rare and exotic treat meant to be savored, enjoyed, and reveled in. Venom was an experience, tantric and euphoric. Whatever it was that made kissing and pleasing her different from the other ladies he'd enjoyed the company of in his lifetime, it was doing all the right things for him. Already Mav knew he was in for one hell of a night!

As their kiss deepened, Maverick felt Venom's alabaster paws loop around his neck and cling to him like he were a life preserver for her in a tumultuous sea. Her touch and the way she held onto him made him feel masculine, powerful and strong to have a woman of her prominence squirming beneath him like this, singing her praises to him with the sounds and cries he coaxed from her. Mav responded with husky groans and soft growls rumbling in the depths of his chest. A muffled sound of surprise escaped the dire brute when his tongue met hers between their maws, having not known about the Abraxas lady's forked tongue. He didn't mind it at all; in fact, his salacious mind might have already been wandering to what other things that forked tongue might be able to do. That was when he decided once and for all that Venom's ex-husband was by far and are the stupidest wolf he'd ever known for giving her up.

But his loss was Mav's gain, and to solidify that point, the white and navy brute made up his mind to go the extra mile to give Venom a little special taste of everything that she'd been missing out on. A treat, if you will. He wanted to blow the sensitive empress' mind so that by the time she finally fell asleep tonight, she'd have reached new heights of pleasure and satisfaction that she'd either never felt before or hadn't felt in a long time. Maverick groaned into their kiss while his tongue danced with Venom's, admiring her unique oral mutation in the throes of their passion. Only once he felt the aching need to breathe in his lungs did he separate their muzzles again, breathing heavily while he blinked his eyes open and peered down at Venom with a devilish grin and sparkling turquoise gaze. He lost himself in those sunset pools for a spell, reveling in the looks of utter bliss and need in those jewels.

"Gods, you're beautiful, Venom," he murmured in husky baritones between heavier breaths, reaching in to sensually brush the side of his muzzle against Venom's while he whispered to her. "Tell me to stop whenever you want." This was the last time Mav would leave the decision of advancing or halting in Venom's paws. From this moment on, he would do anything he wanted and proceed how he pleased unless she explicitly stopped him for any reason. Maverick stole one more quick kiss from the empress' lips like a thief, then shifted his head to trail slow kisses along the edge of her jaw and down her throat. This was the ultimate display of trust Venom was exhibiting; giving him, a veritable stranger, access to her most vulnerable parts, both physically and emotionally. If she still showed no signs of stopping him, he would reward her with slow and sensual kisses along her throat, following the thumping pulse of her carotid through the thin skin down to her collarbone. This was the next game they would play: how far would she let him go?

Never letting go of Venom, Maverick proceeded to slowly descend his new temporary lover's body. His muzzle moved over her chest, nibbling through silken fur to the pink skin beneath. His paw beneath her groped at her rump, massaging around the base of her tail where it connected to her body. His other paw blazed the trail for his mouth, brushing lightly over her stomach while he crept down over it, smothering her belly in heated kisses and licks. Gradually he worked his way down until he had positioned himself between the empress' thighs. There he paused, savoring the sight laid out before him of Venom on her back in his bed, legs spread, making all sorts of noises for him. It was more than enough to have the renegade grinning from ear to ear. With one last wink sent her way from down her body, Maverick's paws shifted to hold her hips steady while he moved his kissing and licking muzzle to his intended destination, claws teasing and tickling over her skin while he targeted her soft, heated flesh in her most intimate of areas and giving her the most gentle and leisurely kisses and licks, testing her reactions to see what noises she ended up making and what ways he could make her body dance and twitch with what he did to her. But most importantly, he was gauging to see what she liked the best, wondering if she'd ever had anyone do things like this to her, or if her ex-husband really was as dull as he sounded.

"Maverick"