The Limits

Chapter 10

Venable gently pushed you away, her form falling. She pulled at her dress, slipping it on before you looked back. "You're very polite." She commented, her tone wavering between affectionate and cold, unsure in what to do or say. "It's basic human decency." You waved if off, growing hot under your skin. "(Y/N), before you go. I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you and how much you back me up on many things. I know, we've only had a few encounters that are private, but I want to spend more time with you." Venable felt her voice wavering while, her confidence wavering unexpectedly. "I'd like that very much." You kissed her cheek and left, a small skip in your step.

Venable stood in the room alone, her heart fluttering. She felt something stir inside her, making her flustered at just the thought of holding your hand. She changed into another dress, resewing the one she was just wearing. After, she got up and decided to go to the library.

The tap of her cane coupled with her footsteps, she was just outside the library. She wanted to see if there were more books on the supernatural, finding a large stack of books with you reading them. "We keep running into each other." Venable teased softly, seeing you smile. "It's a small outpost, Ms. Venable." You spoke softly, her heart fluttering. The bedroom eyes she was receiving from you stirred something within Venable something fierce. "Get a room!" Gallant called out, making the two of you look over. "God, just tell Ms. Venable you want her to fuck your brains out already! It's so obvious!" He added, Ms. Venable's cheeks burning pink. "Mr. Gallant!" Venable went on to chase after him, to which he didn't go far.

"Oh come on! You know I'm right! She looks at you like you have eleven inches dangling between your legs and she's on the pill!" Gallant teased, Ms. Venable smacking him upside the head with a paperback book. "That's enough!" Venable squeaked out, blushing uncontrollably. "Okay, okay. I'll stop, I don't want to get a punishment." Gallant put his hands up. "You should be punished!" Venable grumbled, shaking her head. "I don't have time for it, you'd like it too much anyways." Venable grumbled, waving Gallant away. "Leave before I change my mind." She ordered, Gallant breaking into a run.

"What was that all about?" You questioned, Venable feeling her heart lurch at your sudden appearance. "Oh-shi- you scared me! He was being an ass." Venable grumbled, her cheeks still pink. "I have a question about the werewolf thing." You whispered quietly, pulling Venable close. She could smell your minty breath, your eyes half-lidded and seductive. "What's your situation downstairs when transformed?" You questioned, glancing around before running a finger down her stomach.

"It's the opposite of my current situation." Venable quietly answered, warm under her skin. "How is that possible?" You bit your lip, Venable feeling her body scream to do something. "Because that's how some things are." Venable began to stutter, glancing around and quickly finding a way to escape the situation. There was a throb between her legs, the slightest bit of friction made her knees wobble. "I should go." Venable bolted away, trying to remain calm. As she got into her room she closed and locked the door, frantically looking around. Venable found the bathroom, dropping her cane and finding her hand between her legs.

You stood there alone in the hallway, Venable having bolted away. You made your way to your bedroom, taking a few of the books with you. Supper was in a couple of hours and you had time to spare. Your hands naturally went lower, the thought of her made your hands shake. Her commanding voice, her power, her grace.

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You and Venable were almost late, coming in through two different doors. "There they are." Dinah mumbled. You sat down quickly, shivering slightly out of excitement. Venable was just as shaky, her cheeks losing their bold red blush for a gentle pink hue. Lifting the lid, you were met by the same clear cube. Nutrition Blob, my dear friend. You took a bite, glancing to Venable occasionally. Her perfectly plump lips moving down the spoon with every bite, how regal her posture was, down to how she held her spoon made you throb. "Can you not get snail trails around the outpost? I would like to not slip." Gallant whispered to you, nodding at Venable. "I can't help it, she's hot." You whimpered quietly, heart racing. "Fucking lesbians." Gallant mumbled, shaking his head. "You're gay too, Casper the Twink." You hissed, seeing him give a proud grin. "What are you two talking about?" Venable spoke up.

"Oh, just how much (Y/N) here wants you to slurp her like you're slurping that spoon." Gallant spoke loudly, everyone dropping their silverware. "Seriously Malcolm?" Andre sighed in disbelief. "Mr. Gallant, that was highly inappropriate." Venable muttered, a blush beginning to color her cheeks. "But it's the truth!" Gallant started to laugh a little. "Let's just continue eating like that never happened." Dinah suggested, everyone agreeing.

Venable glanced to you, a golden flicker in her irises. Soon, darling.