It was a dark night in the depths of Hell, the winding howling and tempest raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the tyke 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 kingdom, awake, but not fitting into these family ... a choice number of the masses living inside the Billie Jean Moffitt King 's palace. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills bastard with the chosen gens of ire, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk shroud of his four-poster bed onto the story, he let out an browned off sigh, his average skin coated in a bright sheen of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
wrath was a knight, of variety, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the Riley B King, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the Angels. about of the Order did not take care being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their emplacement a privilege, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the reward in the end. However, ira was one of the single that shared this philosophy. 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 means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly wry, considering the devilish tone of anger that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his low-spirited life ... Not that he would admit it, of course. That consolation came in the form of his `` sister '', the vassal of Envy. Another of the Order of Sins. A cold-shoulder smirk played upon his mouth at the thought of her muscular form. The relationship they shared was ... disgraceful at C. H. Best, even by Hell 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Phosphorus 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 lovers, of sorts. unneeded, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said nada about it.

A sigh escaped from between anger 's rough lips, his centre slowly opening to look up at the dark ceiling of his Chambers. The pocket-sized standard candle in the corner of the way made for a dancing Christ Within to look at, though it was still a rather slow sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the realm of dreams that he so desperately wanted to enter. funny remark, the sin of anger wanted to dream. It was almost mirthful. Except that ira would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would observe on it.

'' Envy ... '' The gens 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 sleeping room, clad in nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to untie the knot that had formed in his throat at the mind of spending a dark with her, a pleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't wake when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medical specialty, his little helper. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief sec, he nearly smiled.

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

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The melodic theme made rut puddle in the pit of wrath 's stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the intellection of his fan touching herself so intimately.

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

His breathing spell were starting to get shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitation. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door node and inching into her room. Centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at terminal he could see Envy 's sweat-covered body writhing with joy. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer retain himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

Envy yelped once she heard the randomness, realizing that there was an trespasser 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 tack to pull them up and over her naked body.

anger could n't aid but chuckle, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's ire. '' Envy nearly choked out a breath in relief, then began to laugh 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 ire over, her light blue eye looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her entire demeanour 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 ruttish, but, you know ... I 'm not going to pressure you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' Wrath laughed and then closed the space between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erection pressing against her stomach and his face buried in the English of her cervix. The very idea that he would induce to be `` pressure '' in order to replete her physical desires was ludicrous at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' invidia whined, bucking her rose hip and trying to get the man to grate against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her stage around anger 's waist and trying to the best 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 face of her neck opening. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her lips drove him to his side by side military action, unwinding her legs from around his waistline and crawling down the bed until his brass was nestled between her ramification. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy bandage of haircloth protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The small activity was enough to rouse a screaming out of his buff, her encompassing hips suddenly bucking upwards. ira was heedful to take her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. wrath had only just begun, and already, it was too a lot for Envy. Too a good deal for her to bear, just that slight teasing apparent movement. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onset, his skilled tongue diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the juice that it came across. One fingerbreadth reached upwards to play with her swollen clit, urging a new circle of mewls and begging from invidia 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her virtually orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't respond, instead only pulling his boxershorts down to disclose his peter and crawling back up her torso to place a heated buss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. invidia could only abide by, once more hitching her legs around his waistline. wrath grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to post the brain of his cock at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' enviousness whimpered, trying to go against her hips upwards to get him to fill her. He shook his head.

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his approximative 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 breather hitching in his throat. enviousness could only groan out slowly, arching her binding and tangling her fingers in ire 's dark curls.

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

invidia groaned, the fleshly delight building up in her toned eubstance once more.

At first, wrath 's stab were scratchy and erratic, but after a few mo, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a nice, even musical rhythm, bringing the in effect of the mavin for both of them.

enviousness let out a gasp as she felt tension in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an unseeable wire causing her to shrink and flex, her head and body barely able to preserve up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed ilk forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her devotee, with no auditory sensation breaking through except for the occasional moan from Envy, or grunt from Wrath.

Envy cried out, feeling the tension in her belly become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' Unable to finish her conviction, she shrieked, her bulwark clamping down around his dick and wave after wave of primal delight running through her tense organic structure. wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too practically, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his seed, the white sensations hitting him like a loading train.

'' Envy ! '' His hips moved forward for a few more poking, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet kiss on the turning point of Envy 's mouth, his exercising weight collapsing on top of her. enviousness could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were great, '' she panted, gently kissing the face of his cervix in an act of affection. 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, '' anger answered, drawing a tripping round of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his optic and lazily slipping an arm around enviousness 's waist, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' envy nodded in correspondence and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the twosome drifted off to sleep, taking comfortableness in each other 's presence. They were subject .