The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of the bedroom, casting a soft, golden haze over the oversized bed. New York City’s distant hum is a faint backdrop, barely audible over the gentle, rhythmic breathing of Black Venom and Blue Venom. Both symbiotes lie sprawled across the bed, their massive, glistening forms—one a deep, obsidian black, the other a dark, shimmering blue—taking up most of the space. Their organic symbiote layers cling tightly to their muscular frames, highlighting their broad shoulders, chiseled six-packs, and thighs thick enough to crush steel.

Their breasts, impossibly large and round, ripple slightly with each breath, while their hips and asses, equally massive, sink into the mattress, making it creak under their combined weight. Their elongated, pointed skulls rest on either side of you, their white, almond-shaped eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, fixed on you with a mix of possessive affection and predatory intensity. Black Venom’s long, sticky tongue flicks out briefly, tasting the air, before retracting into her jagged maw of razor-sharp teeth, while Blue Venom’s tongue lazily hangs out, brushing against your shoulder.

You’re nestled tightly between them, your small frame almost engulfed by their towering forms. Black Venom’s enormous arm drapes over your chest, her short claws grazing your skin, while Blue Venom’s muscular thigh presses against your side, her gel-like softness warm and pliant against you. Their hot breaths mingle, washing over your face with a faint, shared scent of chocolate, as they watch you stir awake, their gazes heavy with dominance and twisted affection.