It was a gloomy night in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storm raging on throughout the abysm. virtually mass were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the peasants that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the forenoon. However, there were still a few individuals across the region, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select bit of the hoi polloi living inside the king 's castle. Phosphorus 's Hall.

One of them, a Moody whoreson with the elect name of anger, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk bed sheet of his four-poster bed onto the floor, he let out an cheesed off sigh, his average skin coated in a bright sheen of sweat.

'' ass ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of form, in the parliamentary procedure of the Sins. He and his siblings were escort for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the Angels. about of the Order did not heed being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their spatial relation a prerogative, 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 philosophy. He hated being used as a chess musical composition, hated that he could not cook his own decisions. His every motility plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the devilish flavour of anger that raged within his body.

But there was one solacement in his grim life ... Not that he would admit it, of track. That solace came in the sort of his `` sister '', the vassal of envy. Another of the order of sine. A fragile smirk played upon his lips at the idea of her muscular form. The relationship they shared was ... shocking at practiced, even by Hell 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Lucifer that their relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the order that Wrath and Envy were lover, of variety. unnecessary, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the theme so he said null about it.

A sigh escaped from between ire 's rough back talk, his middle slowly opening to look up at the glum ceiling of his bedroom. The little wax light in the box of the way made for a dancing lighting to depend at, though it was still a rather boring sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless dark for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the kingdom of ambition that he so desperately wanted to put down. funny, the sin of anger wanted to dream. It was almost amusing. Except that Wrath would eviscerate 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 enviousness 's chambers, clad in nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to untie the Calidris canutus that had formed in his throat at the musical theme of spending a night with her, a pleasant feeling settling in the pit of his tummy. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't wake when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his short 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 easygoing and longing noise reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few bit, and then heard it again. It was quiesce, but still there- a moan of joy. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made heat syndicate in the pit of ira 's stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his fan touching herself so intimately.

The estimation was strengthened when he heard a soft `` anger ! '' 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 inflammation. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the threshold knob and inching into her room. centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see invidia 's sweat-covered body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer maintain himself from growing `` excited '', a prominence forming in his undergarment. 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 finger's breadth away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed shroud to pull them up and over her naked body.

Wrath could n't help oneself but chortle, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's anger. '' Envy nearly choked out a breath in relief, then began to express mirth softly.

'' You should cause said that before ! You scared the living day out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her easy dingy heart looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her integral demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth watering just a bit, `` you can unite me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely provoke, but, you know ... I 'm not going to pressure you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' Wrath laughed and then closed the distance between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erecting pressing against her belly and his face buried in the side of her neck. The very thought that he would have to be `` pressured '' in order to replete her physical desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her pelvis and trying to get the man to grind against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her peg around Wrath 's waistline and trying to the unspoiled of her ability to get some friction. 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 incline of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her lips drove him to his next action mechanism, unwinding her pegleg from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy patch of hair protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The low action was enough to rout out a shriek out of his lover, her all-inclusive hips suddenly bucking upwards. ire was deliberate to obligate her down.

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

'' Please ! '' But wrath still did not listen. He continued his sugariness torture until at hold up, she was finally going to be sent over the edge ... and then ... he stopped.

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her penny-pinching coming ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't respond, instead only pulling his pugilist down to bring out his shaft and crawling back up her trunk to place a ignite kiss on her lips.

'' Get your wooden leg around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only abide by, once more hitching her branch around his waist. ira grunted, taking one of his workforce and using it to position the headway of his prick at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' Envy whimpered, trying to charge her hips upwards to get him to take her. He shook his head.

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

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his pharynx. Envy could only groan out slowly, arching her rear and tangling her fingers in Wrath 's dark curls.

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

Envy groaned, the carnal joy building up in her toned body once more.

At first, Wrath 's thrusts were scratchy and erratic, but after a few moments, he managed to align himself to hold up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the ripe of the wiz for both of them.

invidia let out a gasp as she felt tension in her abdominal cavity beginning to coil, like an invisible wire causing her to flinch and flex, her mind and body barely able to keep up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed like 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 tension in her abdomen become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' Unable to finish her judgment of conviction, she shrieked, her rampart clamping down around his cock and wave after Wave of primal joy running through her tense body. wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of coming himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growl, his muscle tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot maven hitting him like a lading train.

'' envy ! '' His pelvis moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. heaving, he placed a wet buss on the corner of Envy 's lip, his weightiness collapsing on top of her. Envy could only smile, her arms 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 rest in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' ire answered, drawing a light troll of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his oculus and lazily slipping an arm around envy 's waist, `` it is clip to pillow. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in accord and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the duet drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each other 's bearing. They were substance .