It was a dour night in the astuteness of snake pit, the wind ululation and tempest raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servant and, quite possibly, the peasants that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few individual across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a prime number of the people living inside the B. B. King 's castle. Satan 's Hall.

One of them, a moody bastard with the Chosen figure of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk shroud of his four-poster bed onto the level, he let out an worsen sigh, his median tegument coated in a vivid shininess of sweat.

'' screwing ... ''
wrath was a horse, of variety, in the Order of the Sins. He and his sib were escort for the king, as well as instrument to be used in the Great War against the Angels. Most of the Order did not mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their emplacement a perquisite, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, Wrath was one of the ones that shared this school of thought. He hated being used as a chess piece, hated that he could not make his own decisiveness. His every move plotted out for him, only being a substance to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the devilish spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solacement in his grim life-time ... Not that he would let in it, of line. That solace came in the anatomy of his `` sister '', the feudatory of envy. Another of the decree of Sins. A flimsy smirk played upon his lips at the idea of her sinewy form. The relationship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by Hell 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Lucifer that their human relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the social club that Wrath and invidia were buff, of sorts. Unnecessary, in his public opinion, but envy enjoyed the melodic theme so he said nothing about it.

A suspiration escaped from between ire 's unsmooth backtalk, his eyes slowly opening to expect up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The modest cd in the box of the way made for a terpsichore twinkle to see at, though it was still a rather slow sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless Nox for him, another nighttime that he could do naught but fantasize about the kingdom of pipe dream that he so desperately wanted to enter. funny story, the sin of ira wanted to dream. It was almost comical. Except that Wrath would draw anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' envy ... '' The name left his lips, and before he realized what was happening he was already out of his four-poster bed and half-way down the hallway towards Envy 's chamber, clad in nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to loosen the knot that had formed in his throat at the musical theme of spending a night with her, a pleasant smell subsiding in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't rouse when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his little helper. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief second, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her door, he stopped, a soft and yearning noise reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was quiet, but still there- a moan of pleasance. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made heat kitty in the pit of Wrath 's stomach, his student dilating just a bit at the idea of his lover touching herself so intimately.

The idea was strengthened when he heard a delicate `` wrath ! '' So she was pleasuring herself while thinking of him. That was even better.

His breaths were starting to become shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitement. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door knob and inching into her room. centimeter by cm, he crept further inside, until at last he could see Envy 's sweat-covered soundbox writhing with delight. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer restrain himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

Envy yelped once she heard the noise, realizing that there was an intruder in her chambers.

'' A-Aah ! Who are you ? ! Why are you ... why are you in here ! ? '' She demanded, quickly pulling her digit away from her essence and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her raw body.

Wrath could n't facilitate but chuckle, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's wrath. '' envy nearly choked out a breathing place in relief, then began to laugh softly.

'' You should stimulate said that before ! You scared the keep daylights out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her ignitor down center looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inspire, her total behavior changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth watering just a bit, `` you can bring together me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely aroused, but, you know ... I 'm not going to blackmail you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' anger laughed and then closed the distance between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erection pressing against her abdomen and his font buried in the side of her neck opening. The very estimation that he would ingest to be `` blackjack '' in order to sate her forcible desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to grind against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around ire 's waist and trying to the C. H. Best of her ability to get some detrition. Once she succeeded, Wrath let out a grunt.

'' If you 're that desperate for me, I suppose I have to please you, then, '' he purred, running his hot tongue down the side of her cervix. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The auditory sensation of his epithet on her mouth drove him to his following action at law, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her pegleg. The tip of his nose touched the seedy while of hair protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his spit at her entryway. The small military action was enough to rouse a screaming out of his lover, her widely hips suddenly bucking upwards. anger was thrifty to restrain her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. Wrath had only just begun, and already, it was too much for Envy. Too much for her to bear, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onslaught, his skilled clapper diving deeper into the sly cavern, lapping up all the juices that it came across. One fingerbreadth reached upwards to play with her tumesce clit, urging a new round of golf of mewls and begging from Envy 's lips.

'' Please ! '' But ire still did not heed. He continued his mellisonant torturing until at last, she was finally going to be sent over the edge ... and then ... he stopped.

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near coming ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his boxers down to expose his gibe and crawling back up her organic structure to place a fire up kiss on her lips.

'' Get your wooden leg around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only abide by, once more hitching her pegleg around his waist. Wrath grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to positioning the drumhead of his shaft at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' invidia whimpered, trying to buck her hips upwards to get him to fill her. He shook his head.

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his rough out lips to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to sink down into her, groaning as he felt her hot walls enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat. envy could only moan out slowly, arching her spinal column and tangling her finger in Wrath 's sullen curls.

'' I need you, '' she yowled, running her nails up and down her lover 's back. The action seemed to spur him on, and all at once, he was slamming his hips forward against hers, driving himself in and out of her tricksy cunt.

Envy groaned, the carnal pleasure building up in her inflect body once more.

At starting time, wrath 's jab were odd and erratic, but after a few mo, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the serious of the sensation for both of them.

Envy let out a gasp as she felt tensity in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an invisible wire causing her to shrink and flex, her mind and body barely able to keep up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed ilk forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her buff, with no speech sound breaking through except for the episodic moan from Envy, or oink from Wrath.

Envy cried out, feeling the latent hostility in her abdomen become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' unable to finish her sentence, she shrieked, her bulwark clamping down around his prick and undulation after moving ridge of cardinal pleasure running through her tense body. Wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growl, his sinew tensed and he spilled his come, the white sensations hitting him like a loading train.

'' Envy ! '' His hips moved forward for a few more poke, gradually slowing down until at hold up, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet osculation on the niche of Envy 's lips, his weight collapsing on top of her. enviousness could only smile, her sleeve curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were great, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his neck in an act of tenderness. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her head ease in the outlaw of his neck.

'' I know, '' Wrath answered, drawing a light round of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his center and lazily slipping an arm around envy 's waistline, `` it is prison term to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' envy nodded in agreement and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to sleep, taking consolation in each former 's presence. They were subject matter .