don't go breaking my heart

Being with Venom was an addicting and exhilarating experience. Over the course of the months they'd known one another, Maverick had come to learn the keen fae of Ashen was not only a match for him, she was his total compliment. Everything about her personality blended with his and brought out the better parts of him. She didn't just keep pace with him in their journey, she led him along it as much as he led her, discovering parts of themselves together that Maverick had thought had died a long time ago in himself. The best part? Venom did it all without intending to. She simply existed, she was wholly and unapologetically herself and that was what he had needed. It was easy to ignore what was missing in his life when he'd been on his own, content to survive instead of thrive. Venom brought clarity to the brute of what he'd been blind to—that he'd been carrying scars with him that held him back from finding real happiness in his life and giving himself a second chance to love. Venom was that happiness. Venom was that love.

It was startling and thrilling all at once for the white and navy brute to realize that his life would never be the same again because of her but honestly, he didn't want it to be. He wanted what Venom offered him—all of it. The road was strange and foreign to him, but knowing he had her at his side to guide him, to support and reassure him, it gave Maverick the confidence he'd needed to take that step. Now they would never need to be apart. There was no more need to sneaking about or hiding their relationship from the world. He would be here for her and she would be here for him. This was their home, their lands, their bed, their life together. This was their new reality, one that Maverick hoped would last. No, not hoped, it would. He would do everything within his power to make sure it did. He would do his damnedest to be the man Venom deserved because she had given him this second chance at a life more than days filled with aimless wandering and nights filled with emotionless one night stands. With her, he could grow and develop and allow himself to feel for her. The emotions he felt for her were strong—so, so strong—and as the coal and snow Empress kissed him deeply and he tasted her forked tongue against his own, Maverick came to the alarming realization that he knew these feelings from a long, long time ago. He was falling in love with her too.

The total experience that was Venom Abraxas filled all of his senses to capacity. He tasted her on his tongue, felt her body on his and beneath his paws, breathed her sweet scent in every breath, listened to the soft sighs and sounds she made while they fell more and more deeply into one another. She seemed amused by his comment, a sly grin on her lips when she questioned him "just thinking" instead of knowing he enjoyed being underneath her. Any clever quip Maverick might have had died on his tongue when he felt Venom give a subtle grind of her supple hips back into his, grinding against some very sensitive and very present parts of himself to draw a shuddering groan from the male. His grin widened, a twinkle of proud mischief in his cool-toned eyes. Seeing Venom like this made him realize just how far she'd come with him from the uptight and cynical woman he'd found on the coast to this veritable goddess of ecstasy and love preparing to ride him for all he was worth. This Empress was a stark contrast to the Empress that had threatened his toes at Ashen's borders a couple seasons ago.

"Mmmm okay, more than think so," Maverick replied with another groan as her motions fanned the flames of desire deep within his belly, making him ache for her while she teased him and kept him right on the edge of what they both wanted so badly. Gods, Venom knew exactly what she was doing to him and she was a master at it! Large paws groped and massaged around Venom's womanly hips and pleasing rump with freely given lust, letting their bodies speak for them as they both sank deeper and deeper into this familiar yet ever intoxicating desire for one another. He leaned into Venom's touch while white-gloved paws traced his neck, his own navy and white paws sliding to wrap around the Empress' svelte sides as she shifted her weight to get into position. Another husky groan left the dire brute while she teased him with her movements, toes curling in anticipation while he resisted the urge to press himself up into her.

Venom didn't let the anticipation last much longer though, and when their bodies finally pressed together with her slow and steady movement, Maverick joined Venom in her breathy gasp. Heat and softness stole his breath, and pleasurable pressure drew husky grunts from the brute with her movements. Fireworks went off in the man's head as heavy lids fluttered over pleasure-glazed eyes, deep groans mixing between heated sighs and short breaths while his hips began to roll up to meet hers as Venom set their pace and rhythm. Though this was far from their first time, there was something special about this coupling. It was emotional, it was tantric, it was a discovery of their love together as a proper couple. This was their first time making love in a real relationship, one where they could find these carnal delights with one another as often as they'd like and never need to say goodbye after the fact. "Venom..." Maverick moaned his lover's name for her, as if declaring his love for her to the universe through their lovemaking, all the while sinking further into euphoria with her with every roll, grind, and slide of their hips. He was hers and she was claiming him as such. Before they bedded down for the night (or day in their case), he would claim her as his too.



"Maverick"