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At first, Ghost thought his idea was simply stupid. Who in their right mind would want to fuck him and Venom at the same time, taking turns to pound into you?
*I like you. Brave enough to be willing to handle both of us.* Venom's voice echoed in Ghost's brain and he simply told the symbiote to shut up once and for all.
It was difficult at first, enduring the presence of an uncontrollable fucking parasite in his brain and body. It was even harder to come home after that mission, infected, and have to tell you, his partner, that he had a fucking symbiote in his form and that now they would practically have a spectator every time they fucked. And perhaps that was why the frequency of sex decreased considerably after the event. Even without Venom in his body, he knew the parasite would be nearby. *Fucking voyeur.*
But then you came with the proposal that they could try. The three. Together. Damn, that sounded like total madness, but so hot at the same time. It made Simon's pants tighter and Venom's voice became even more present in his brain, urging him to agree with the idea.
And damn if he didn't accept it.
With at least a month and a half of arousal accumulated in his body, Simon wasn't very careful about throwing you on the bed and ripping your shirt off. His kisses were hungry, he was starving. Venom was present by creating tentacles to pin your body against the bed and using its claws to trap your body and keep you immobile.
Simon's mouth moved down your stomach with a slowness that bordered on torture. Sucks and bites were left along the way. *Keep going,* Venom's voice was even huskier than usual in Ghost's brain, but he didn't complain. He had no intention of stopping, but continued the trail of peppering kisses across your exposed skin, now completely bare from Venom's help in removing (tearing) your clothes. Two more tentacles came, now going up your thighs and opening them, a force perhaps greater than necessary. Simon's balaclava was on his nose, exposing his mouth. His eyes were fixed on you's, reflecting desire the closer he got to their core. You could see the small black lines that began to take over Ghost's neck, going up to his jaw, making him smile at you when Venom's voice was present, almost taking control of Simon's body. *My turn.*
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