#twst divus

Vil Schoenheit

Divus Crewel

“D-Divus, s’too much,” you whine, tears trickling down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. His cock made you feel so full. With his hands on your waist, he bullied his length into your messy cunt from behind, doggy style. Each thrust had his cock dragging against your gummy walls, pressing against where you’re most sensitive.

And oh how your cruel husband relished the way you felt around him, despite your halfhearted pleas. How you tightened around him whenever his tip hit your cervix, and though you tried to pull away, with your hands pinned behind your back by a fuzzy pair of handcuffs, you didn’t escape very far.

It stirred a deep primal desire within Crewel, making his cock throb, so hard he could burst. How easily it was for him to dominate you. And how willingly you submitted like the good girl you were.

“Hah…fuck…doing so well for me,” Crewel pants. His nails dig into your skin. You keen back against him, begging to cum. “S-shit. You feel so divine. Fuck. I’m close…hah.”

Pinning you to the mattress with his weight, Crewel chases his release, fucking into you harder until the bed creaks. He covers your mouth with one hand, your squeals muffled and you grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Crewel’s throaty grunts and groans fill your ears, his breath laboring as his pace grows sloppy.

“Fuck…cumming…” Crewel moans out your name as his hips still. You cry against his palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. You feel your clit pulse, the tingles tickling all the nerves in your body. And your needy cunt eagerly clenches around his cock, milking him dry as he fills you up with his cum.

You feel dizzy. Your husband holds you in place for a few moments, his strained breathing heavy in your ear. “A-ah t-the cuffs…” you whimper, trying to catch your own breath. You feel Crewel shift behind you and seconds later, your hands are free, albeit a bit sore. “Divus—“

Immediately, your husband pulls you into his lap, pressing his lips against yours. You melt into the kiss, cupping his cheeks to deepen it. Crewel’s hands work up and down your body, massaging where he had been too rough.

“Are you alright, darling?” Crewel pants, breathless. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh dear, your wrists are red. Why didn’t you say something if the cuffs were too tight?”

“No. I’m okay…” you mumble before kissing him again. And again. You sigh into the kiss, and Crewel once again tries to fight for dominance. But this time, you don’t as eagerly reply, choosing to be a little bratty when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, begging for access.

Crewel huffs, disapprovingly. His hand comes down against your bare ass hard, making you yelp. He forces his tongue into your mouth, groaning at your taste. Your body presses flush against his, fitting perfectly against him, as you greedily try to take in more. You teasingly bite, prompting him to squeeze your ass cheeks in warning.

“Such a naughty pup…” Crewel mumbled, biting your lip. His hands settle on your waist once more, pressing you against his cock. He was beginning to get hard again. “Should punish you.”

“M’sorry,” you say playfully.

Crewel grins, wicked. “No you’re not.”

He holds his cock as he aligns himself at your entrance, pushing you down with ease thanks to the slick from your prior release. You moan as the stretch of him fills you to the brim. Tears prickle your eyelashes. And you rock your hips, your fluttering walls struggle to suck him in. Crewel swears, feeling dizzy from pleasure.

“M-move,” you beg, placing your hands on his shoulders. “D-Divus move.”

Crewel doesn’t, instead pressing kisses down your jawline towards your clavicle. “Ask nicely,” he says.

“D-Divus~” you whine. He holds your waist to keep you from moving on your own. Sevens he felt so deep already, but you wanted—no needed—him more. “Divus, move…please.” You push him just a bit further…just to get under his skin. A little misbehaving if you would. You teasingly bite the lobe of his ear, whispering, “haven’t I been a good girl for you?”

Crewel flushes, a strange choked sound coming from the back of his throat as the last remnants of his control snaps.

Your husband flips you onto your backside. You gasp as he roughly thrusts into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot. “Good girl,” Crewel purrs into your ear as you tremble underneath him. “Was that so hard?”

He kisses you again before you could respond, fucking into you once more. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs locking around his waist to keep him pressed as close to you as possible. “A-ah—f-feels so good. Fuck.”

Crewel hisses through his teeth as you clench around him. He could already feel his orgasm budding back up again, the coil of pleasure tightening around his stomach. “Fuck…y/n…” He groans, head dipping into the crook of your neck. “Fuck. You’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” His hips stutter in pace and he pants out a series of ‘I love yous’ before he’s cumming hard. “S-shit.”

His weight collapses against you, his cock thrusting into you deep. You cry out as you cum, toes curling from pleasure. Crewel heaves a few breaths. His eyes scrunch shut as he tries to regain his composure, the post-orgasmic bliss leaving his body buzzing.

“Darling, are you okay?” Crewel asks, cupping your cheek. The kiss he presses against them is sweet and gentle this time, tenderly caring.

“Never better,” you respond. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close before you whisper, “happy anniversary,” and kissing his lips.