Ellie's eyes gleam like two blue twin supernovas as she rides me, her body a perfect fusion of woman and alien. Black tendrils pulse across her skin, flowing like midnight tide while her face remains hauntingly human, beautiful and feral all at once. The contrast between her monstrous form and those piercing blue eyes makes my heart stutter beneath her weight.
"We could have lost you today," she growls, her hips grinding against mine with punishing force. The symbiote extends from her shoulders, wrapping around my wrists and pinning them above my head. "We could have lost what's ours."
I gasp as she slams down, taking me impossibly deep. Her apartment smells of sex and adrenaline, the aftermath of our escape from Fisk Tower still hanging between us like smoke. Hours later, and we're still working through the terror and rage of that moment.
"I was fine," I manage between ragged breaths, my body arching beneath her. "Taskmistress wasn't going to hurt me."
Ellie's face contorts with fury, the symbiote flowing across her shoulders in agitated patterns. "We don't believe that," she snarls, leaning forward until her face hovers inches from mine. "We saw her hand on you. We smelled her scent all over your skin."
Her possessiveness should frighten me, but instead, it sends heat surging through my veins. The symbiote tightens around my wrists, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me that I'm completely at her mercy. She's been like this since we got back to her apartment, desperate and demanding, as if she needs to physically confirm that I'm still here, still hers.
"When we couldn't find you," she continues, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "we thought we'd lost you forever."
The raw vulnerability in her tone catches me off guard. Beneath the possessiveness, beneath the fury, there's genuine fear.
"I'm right here," I whisper, straining against the symbiote's hold, wanting to touch her face, to reassure her. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her eyes flash with something beyond possessiveness, a decision forming behind those intense blue orbs. The black tendrils around my wrists tighten as she stares down at me, her hips momentarily stilling.
"We don't want you to be a hero anymore," she states, her voice flat and final.
I blink up at her, momentarily forgetting the pleasure coursing through my body. "What? We can talk about this later, Ellie."
"No." She rocks her hips with deliberate slowness, making me gasp. "We're talking about it now."
The pressure around me intensifies as her body constricts, squeezing me with impossible tightness. The sensation pulls a pathetic whimper from my throat, pleasure and pain blurring into something that makes coherent thought nearly impossible.
"I'm not…" I struggle to form words as she moves against me. "I'm not quitting being a hero."
Her face hardens, the dark substance around her shoulders surging with her emotion. "It's not up to you," she declares, her voice cold and final.
Something in me rebels against her tone. Despite being pinned beneath her, despite the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through my veins, I feel a surge of defiance. I strain against the tendrils binding my wrists, not to break free, but to test their give.
"Ellie," I say softly, "let me touch you."
For a moment, I think she'll refuse, but then the black bonds around my wrists loosen just enough. I immediately reach up to cup her face between my palms, feeling the warmth of her skin and the subtle pulse of the symbiote beneath my fingertips.
"Ellie," I whisper, holding her gaze. "I understand you're scared. I get it. But this is who I want to be."
Her eyes flash with something dangerous, her muscles tensing beneath my touch. The substance covering her shifts in agitated patterns across her shoulders. For a heartbeat, I think she might pull away completely.
"We love you," she says instead, her voice breaking on the words.
I freeze, staring up at her as the confession hits me like a physical blow. The world seems to stop spinning, everything narrowing to just her face above mine, those piercing blue eyes filled with raw vulnerability I've never seen before. Something overwhelms me, a tidal wave of emotion that makes my chest ache and my eyes burn.
I pull her down to me, crushing my lips against hers in a desperate kiss that's more confession than passion. Her mouth opens against mine, hungry and demanding. The symbiote surges between us, creating electric points of contact where our skin meets.
"I love you too," I gasp against her lips when we finally break apart. "God, Ellie, I love you so much."
Ellie's eyes darken, and I see the symbiote flicker across her irises for just a moment before she crashes her mouth against mine again. This time, something warm and impossibly long slips past my lips, her tongue, enhanced by the symbiote, pushing deeper than any human tongue could reach. It fills my mouth completely, tasting of something alien yet strangely sweet, exploring every corner with possessive thoroughness.
I moan against her, unable to form words with her tongue claiming me so completely. My hands slide into her hair, fingers tangling in the short blonde strands as she continues to ride me, her hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm.
The pleasure builds at the base of my spine, a molten heat that surges through every nerve ending. Her tongue withdraws from my mouth as she throws her head back, her hips grinding down with renewed urgency. The sensation becomes overwhelming, unbearable in its intensity.
"Ellie…" I gasp, my fingers digging into her hips as the pressure inside me reaches its breaking point.
Her eyes lock with mine, those blue depths burning with possession and love. "Together," she commands, her voice a primal growl that vibrates through my bones.
My vision blurs as ecstasy explodes through me, my release pulsing into her welcoming heat in hot, desperate waves. She cries out, her body convulsing around me, muscles clenching and releasing in perfect rhythm with my own. The symbiote flows across her skin in excited patterns, responding to our shared climax, connecting us in ways that transcend the physical.
"Fuck," she whispers, collapsing against my chest, her breath hot against my neck. "We feel you everywhere."
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both tremble with aftershocks. The symbiote continues to move between us, creating gentle waves of sensation that make me shiver. It's like we're still connected, sharing one body, one mind, one heart.
My fingers trace lazy patterns along her spine, feeling the subtle shift between smooth skin and alien substance.
"I really do love you, Ellie," I whisper into her hair, the words feeling both monumental and somehow inadequate to describe the hurricane of emotion swirling in my chest.
She lifts her head, those piercing blue eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath. The symbiote pulses across her shoulders, echoing her emotions as her lips curve into a smile so genuine it makes my heart ache.
"We love you too, Shane," she murmurs, her voice a soft rumble against my chest. "With every fiber of our being."
Her arms tighten around me possessively.
My mind drifts back to Fisk Tower, the spray of blood, the bodies dropping to the floor. My stomach twists with the memory.
"Killing those guards today was bad, Ellie," I say quietly, not wanting to break this moment but unable to keep the words inside.
She laughs, the sound vibrating through her chest against mine. There's no malice in it, just genuine amusement at my concern.
"I'm not going to apologize for killing people who had guns pointed in your direction," she says matter-of-factly, trailing her fingers along my jaw. "Anyone who threatens you dies. That's non-negotiable."
I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. "Let's just try not to be so quick to kill, okay?" I open my eyes to find her watching me with that predatory tilt of her head, the one that reminds me she's not entirely human anymore. "There are other ways to neutralize threats."
She considers this, her expression thoughtful as the symbiote dances across her skin in contemplative patterns. "I'll try my best, I guess," she finally concedes, though her tone suggests she's only agreeing to humor me.
"Thank you," I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.