It was a drear night in the depth of Hell, the wind howling and violent storm raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the boor that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few individuals across the kingdom, awake, but not fitting into these family ... a select numeral of the citizenry living inside the male monarch 's palace. match 's Hall.

One of them, a Dwight Lyman Moody bastard with the chosen name of wrath, was starting to go restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheet of his four-poster bed onto the trading floor, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average skin coated in a hopeful luster of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of sorts, in the Order of the wickedness. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the mogul, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the saint. Most of the Order did not mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their position a privilege, one that, while at multiplication could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, anger was one of the ones that shared this school of thought. He hated being used as a chess composition, hated that he could not piddle his own decisions. His every move plotted out for him, only being a means 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 ... Not that he would admit it, of trend. That solace came in the form of his `` sister '', the vassal of invidia. Another of the Order of Sins. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the opinion of her muscular bod. The human relationship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by Hell 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Phosphorus that their family relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the society that Wrath and invidia were lovers, of kind. Unnecessary, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's rough lips, his center slowly opening to wait up at the colored ceiling of his chambers. The lowly candle in the recess of the room made for a dancing lighter to seem at, though it was still a rather deadening sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless nighttime for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the region of aspiration that he so desperately wanted to insert. good story, the sin of anger wanted to woolgather. It was almost funny. Except that anger would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' enviousness ... '' 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 invidia 's bedroom, clad in nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to loosen the nautical mile that had formed in his pharynx at the thought of spending a Night with her, a pleasant feel subsidence in the pit of his abdomen. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't wake up when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicinal drug, his little helper. He knew that she would avail him get to sleep.

For a brief instant, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her door, he stopped, a soft and longing haphazardness reaching his pinna. His centre narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was quiet down, but still there- a moan of delight. And it was coming from behind envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made hot up pond in the pit of anger 's stomach, his pupil dilating just a bit at the thought of his devotee touching herself so intimately.

The idea was strengthened when he heard a lenient `` 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 threshold knob and inching into her way. cm by centimetre, he crept further inside, until at last he could see enviousness 's sweat-covered body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep back himself from growing `` excited '', a protuberance forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

enviousness yelped once she heard the dissonance, 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 digit away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her au naturel body.

ire could n't help but chuckle, just a footling bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's anger. '' envy nearly choked out a breath in succor, then began to express joy softly.

'' You should stimulate said that before ! You scared the livelihood daylight out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her calorie-free blue eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his rousing, she let herself inhale, her entire demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouthpiece lachrymation just a bit, `` you can get 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 force 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 erection pressing against her venter and his side buried in the position of her neck. The very approximation that he would have to be `` blackmail '' in society to sate her physical desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' invidia whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to comminute against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around Wrath 's waist and trying to the Charles Herbert Best of her ability to get some friction. Once she succeeded, anger let out a grunt.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his gens on her backtalk drove him to his next actions, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his typeface was nestled between her branch. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy spell of whisker protecting the country, and he chuckled, probing with his knife at her entrance. The modest natural process was enough to drive out a shriek out of his lover, her panoptic rosehip suddenly bucking upwards. ira was heedful to concord her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. anger had only just begun, and already, it was too much for invidia. Too lots for her to deliver, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his attack, his skilled spit diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the juices that it came across. One fingerbreadth reached upwards to play with her swollen clit, urging a new beat of mewls and begging from invidia 's lips.

'' Please ! '' But Wrath still did not listen. He continued his sweet twisting until at finis, 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 reply, instead only pulling his drawers down to expose his calamus and crawling back up her body to put a heated kiss on her lips.

'' Get your wooden leg around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only comply, once more hitching her stage around his waist. Wrath grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to spot the head of his peter at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' Envy whimpered, trying to jerk her pelvis upwards to get him to occupy her. He shook his head.

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

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his intimation hitching in his throat. Envy could only moan out slowly, arching her rachis and tangling her fingers in anger 's grim curls.

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

enviousness groaned, the carnal pleasure building up in her toned body once more.

At first, wrath 's thrusts were spotty and erratic, but after a few minute, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the best of the sensation for both of them.

Envy let out a pant as she felt tension in her abdomen beginning to handbuild, like an unseeable 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 sound breaking through except for the episodic moan from Envy, or grunt from Wrath.

Envy cried out, feeling the tautness 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 walls clamping down around his tool and wave after wafture of primal pleasance running through her tense consistence. anger grunted, nearly on the brink of sexual climax himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growling, his musculus tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a freight train.

'' Envy ! '' His hips moved forward for a few more stab, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet candy kiss on the box of Envy 's sassing, his weight collapsing on top of her. invidia could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were outstanding, '' she panted, gently kissing the position of his neck in an act of fondness. She then flipped then over, curling up into a egg on top of his chest, letting her school principal eternal sleep in the malefactor of his neck.

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

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around Envy 's shank, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in agreement and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to kip, taking comfort in each other 's front. They were subject .