Imperial Duties

Maverick basked in this amazing moment he shared with Venom, relishing the little affections they shared between one another to start their day off right. It wasn't a new sensation for Maverick to wake up in the arms of a pretty lady, but waking up in the arms of the lady that had so efficiently and irrevocably captured his heart and bewitched his mind was an entirely different sensation. If he could have lived in this one moment for the rest of his days then he would have died happy. Snuggled into the soft, luxurious furs with the warmth of Venom's body pressed up tight to his, feeling her delicate touch gracing his skin while his own paws demonstrated his intimate knowledge of her every curve, every subtle nuance of her body, this was everything he could think of to describe as perfect. When Venom confirmed that she'd never slept better than when she slept with him, the snow and sky brute gave a rumbling chuckle, affectionate smile peeling across his lips while he simply soaked in this time he spent with his beloved Venom. The Empress of his heart.

While he waited for her to reveal her secret to him, Maverick didn't miss the way Venom's breath caught when his paw pads began to carefully stroke and caress her hidden quills in the nape of her neck. His signature roguish grin crept its way across his muzzle while the brute continued to play with his fae like that, teasing her sharpened quills with the most delicate of touches as he already began to think of how he could incorporate this knowledge into their bedroom antics. Venom then revealed the secret she kept: her children's conception had not been planned. That caught the brute's attention with an interested hum, his husky tones rumbling as he raised a curious brow to her. "Oh really? Ven, you naughty girl," he teased her back with a rakish grin. "I'll have to be careful around you. Fertility is clearly a gift you've been bestowed with—and all the beauty and physicality to make the most of it too." He chuckled again, his eyes shining with lewd amusement. Oh yes, Venom was a firecracker in bed, and now it seemed she was fully equipped to take advantage of that fact. A killer body, a wicked sharp mind, a libido to rival his own, and a high fertility rate? Venom might as well have been a sex goddess given flesh!

She asked him if he'd like to know something else. He would have said yes regardless, but when he saw Venom shift her gaze down to her paws combing through his thick chest fur, well now Mav just had to know what could have her behaving like that! "I want to know everything about you, Ven." It was a simple yet heartfelt reply. If it pertained to Venom, Maverick wanted to know it. She was by far his favorite field of study. It turned out that her second secret didn't only pertain to herself, however—it also involved him. His teal eyes met Venom's sunset jewels when she glanced back up to him while she declared that her next litter would be. For a brief moment Maverick felt his brain lag, struggling to comprehend what she was telling him. He digested her words, swirled them around in his head. Then realization dawned in his eyes, followed by bewilderment, amazement, excitement, then worry and apprehension. It was as if his mind was going through all the stages of processing all at once. Venom wanted to have his children, wanted to raise a family with him. It was the greatest honor and kindest thing any woman had ever told him. It was also one of the scariest things he'd ever heard.

"Venom..." Maverick paused for a moment, still reveling in how good it felt to whisper her name to her. "You know I'd do anything for you. You've made me feel ways I haven't felt in years. You make me feel home, complete, like I'm where I'm supposed to be." It was a rare show for Mav to be so emotional and open like this. His usual bravado and debonair attitude was gone, put away to reveal the very real, very true thoughts and feelings to her. "...But are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, looking deep into Venom's eyes with a hesitation and concern. "I mean, I didn't have the best example to learn how to be a dad from. I don't know what kind of children you could raise from a scruffy nobody who never had a stable home life." Deep down, perhaps it was a part of himself that was still trying to protect Venom's image that made him worry what pups born from his seed would be like compared to the regal princes and princesses that she had birthed already. Or maybe it was a fear that he'd be just like his father, or somehow worse, and ruin these imaginary pups' lives. His paws had stopped moving, still gently grasping a couple of Venom's quills between his toes, all the while he gazed into her sunset eyes, breath held in anticipation for her response.

"Maverick"