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Satanized (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He gave them a vague wave, seeming more tired than anything. But his addled brain was wracked with images and views of his gorgeous wife.
 
The drive home seemed like an eye blink, and before long he was stepping through his front door.
"Ludwig?" God, her voice. Aileen came out of the kitchen, her long tulle robe hanging off her shoulders, an Aperol Spritz in her hand and her face flushed. She smiled brightly, leaning against the door frame, "Willkommen zu Hause, Schatz~"
 
His knees nearly gave out. She knew he’d defended her. He knew how she got when she drank, and he bit his lip hard. “Th-Thank god no one else can see you..~” he said.
 
She looked confused for a moment before glancing at herself.
"Oh!" She pulled her robe up, giggling, "Forgive me~ how immodest of me~"
 
“No, don’t.. don’t fix it..~” he said, his smile love drunk, with an almost sinister fire in his eyes.
 
He moved over without a second word, kicking the door shut behind him as he moved to start leaving marks on her neck and shoulder, letting out a low moan.
 
She had to hold her drink to the side to keep it from spilling, her other hand weaving through his hair as she moaned loudly, "L...Ludwig~!"
 
He inhaled her perfume and let out another low moan as he ran his hands all over her slowly, savoring every dip and curve.
 
He took it from her hand and pulled back slowly. “Better finish it then.” He said as he cupped her chin, forcing her mouth open as he began to slowly pour it into her mouth.
 
Her face turned a darker shade of red as she did her best to drink it, staring into his eyes as she did.
 
She swallowed the last gulp and tried not to shudder, "Wh-Wh... Where did that come from...~?" She asked, already starting to slur
 
He set her glass down. “I-I don’t know, lieben..~” he said as he returned to her neck and shoulders.
 
She moaned loudly again, as if the interruption never occured, and dug her nails hard into his back.
 
He let out a low, guttural moan as he began firmly grabbing at her form, unable to control himself anymore.
 
The more he geabbed, the more the robe fell open. Under the robe was nothing more than a black lace bra that barely held in her fat tits and matching panties that dug into her hips.
 
He buried his face between her tits, grabbing at where the panties dug in with a satisfied moan. He needed her so badly he was starting to get dizzy.
 
"A-Ah~ l-lieben, what's wrong...~? Do you not like them...~? I-I had to custom order them and they still don't fit very well...~" she said, "s-seems german girls aren't built for famine like I am...~"
 
She sighed in relief, "Thank goodness..."
God, she smelled so good. Her perfume and her natural scent, it drove him wild. Her skin was so soft, it helped little to quell his urges.
 
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