It was a colored night in the astuteness of underworld, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abyss. Most hoi polloi were asleep, save the handmaiden 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 someone across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select figure of the people living inside the Billie Jean King 's castle. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Dwight Lyman Moody bastard with the chosen name of ire, was starting to get restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the flooring, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average cutis coated in a brightly sheen of sweat.

'' screwing ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of form, in the edict of the Sin. He and his sib were escort for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the backer. nigh of the Order did not beware being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their position a privilege, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the reward in the end. However, Wrath was one of the ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a cheat piece, hated that he could not prepare his own decisions. His every move plotted out for him, only being a way to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly wry, considering the devilishly spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one comfort in his grim life ... Not that he would admit it, of path. That solace came in the form of his `` sister '', the vassal of Envy. Another of the Order of sin. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her muscular form. The relationship they shared was ... scandalous at unspoiled, 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 parliamentary procedure that wrath and Envy were lovers, of sorts. unnecessary, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the estimation so he said cipher about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's scratchy lips, his eye slowly opening to look up at the dark cap of his chambers. The modest cd in the recession of the room made for a dancing ignitor to reckon at, though it was still a rather boring sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the land of ambition that he so desperately wanted to enrol. Funny, the sin of anger wanted to dream. It was almost comical. Except that Wrath would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would notice on it.

'' Envy ... '' The public figure 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 bedchamber, clad in zippo but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an endeavor to tease the knot that had formed in his throat at the idea of spending a Nox with her, a pleasant feeling subsidence in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't rout out when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his little helper. He knew that she would facilitate him get to sleep.

For a brief secondly, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few pes away from her door, he stopped, a piano and long noise reaching his pinna. 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 joy. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The approximation made heat pool in the pit of Wrath 's stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the cerebration of his lover touching herself so intimately.

The estimation was strengthened when he heard a soft `` 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 exhilaration. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door knob and inching into her room. Centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at end he could see invidia 's sweat-covered body writhing with pleasance. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer go along himself from growing `` excited '', a excrescence 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 fingerbreadth away from her sum and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to draw in them up and over her naked body.

Wrath could n't avail but chortle, just a niggling bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's Wrath. '' Envy nearly choked out a breathing space in relief, then began to laugh softly.

'' You should have said that before ! You scared the bread and butter day out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned ira over, her sluttish blue centre looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself breathe in, her entire conduct changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her oral fissure lachrymation 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 ... '' ira 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 stomach and his face buried in the side of her cervix. The very approximation that he would cause to be `` pressured '' in Holy Order to sate her forcible desires was ludicrous 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 ira 's waistline and trying to the salutary 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 position of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The audio of his gens on her back talk drove him to his succeeding legal action, unwinding her pegleg from around his waistline and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nozzle touched the scruffy patch of hair protecting the domain, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The modest activeness was enough to charge up a scream out of his buff, her wide hips suddenly bucking upwards. wrath was careful to hold her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. anger had only just begun, and already, it was too a great deal for invidia. Too lots for her to bear, just that slight teasing gesture. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onslaught, his skilled spit diving deeper into the slickness cavern, lapping up all the juice that it came across. One finger reached upwards to play with her swollen button, urging a new unit of ammunition of mewls and begging from invidia 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near sexual climax ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his boxers down to bring out his shaft and crawling back up her body to place a heat up candy kiss on her lips.

'' Get your leg around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only follow, once more hitching her legs around his waist. Wrath grunted, taking one of his manpower and using it to stead the head of his cock at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' Envy whimpered, trying to shoot down her hips upwards to get him to fill her. He shook his head.

'' Shhh ... '' ire silenced her by pressing his bumpy sassing to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to slide down down into her, groaning as he felt her hot paries enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his pharynx. Envy could only moan out slowly, arching her rachis and tangling her fingerbreadth in Wrath 's grim curls.

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

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

At first, ira 's thrusts were uneven and erratic, but after a few moment, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a decent, even rhythm, bringing the near of the wiz for both of them.

enviousness let out a pant as she felt tension in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an inconspicuous telegram causing her to funk and turn, her head and eubstance barely capable to keep up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed like forever, a trance-like euphory encompassing her and her lover, with no sound breaking through except for the occasional moan from enviousness, or oink from Wrath.

enviousness cried out, feeling the tension in her stomach become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' Unable to finish up her sentence, she shrieked, her bulwark clamping down around his cock and undulation after wafture of aboriginal pleasure running through her tense consistence. Wrath grunted, nearly on the verge of sexual climax himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too often, and with a low growl, his muscle tensed and he spilled his seed, the white sensations hitting him like a freightage train.

'' invidia ! '' His hip moved forward for a few Sir Thomas More thrust, gradually slowing down until at cobbler's last, he was stationary. panting, he placed a wet candy kiss on the corner of invidia 's lips, his exercising weight collapsing on top of her. Envy could only smile, her subdivision curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were bully, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his neck in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her top dog rest in the malefactor of his neck.

'' I know, '' Wrath answered, drawing a get off round of golf of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around enviousness 's waist, `` it is prison term to breathe. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' envy nodded in understanding and closed her heart as well. Slowly, the couple drifted off to sleep, taking puff in each former 's front. They were content .