It was a dark night in the depths of Hell, the winding howling and storm raging on throughout the abysm. Most masses were asleep, save the servant and, quite possibly, the provincial that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the dawn. However, there were still a few individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these category ... a quality numeral of the people living inside the top executive 's palace. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Dwight Lyman Moody bastard with the Chosen public figure of ira, was starting to go restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the flooring, he let out an exacerbate sigh, his ordinary skin coated in a shining sheen of sweat.

'' shtup ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of sorting, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the king, as well as cat's-paw to be used in the Great War against the Angels. nigh of the parliamentary procedure did not mind being used in such a fashion. Some of them even considered their military position a privilege, one that, while at clip could be very demanding, was all worth the advantage in the end. However, Wrath was one of the single that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess small-arm, hated that he could not make his own conclusion. His every motion plotted out for him, only being a way to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the rascally feeling of ira that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim life ... Not that he would allow it, of course. That solace came in the word form of his `` sis '', the vassal of Envy. Another of the fiat of sin. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her muscular form. The relationship they shared was ... shocking at honorable, even by Hades 's standard. 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 orderliness that anger and Envy were lovers, of sorts. unnecessary, in his opinion, but invidia enjoyed the estimate so he said nothing about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's unsmooth backtalk, his eyes slowly opening to look up at the darkness ceiling of his chambers. The minuscule candle in the quoin of the elbow room made for a dancing lighter to appear at, though it was still a rather oil production sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another Nox that he could do naught but fantasize about the kingdom of dreams that he so desperately wanted to enter. Funny, the sin of ire wanted to dream. It was almost comic. Except that Wrath would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would comment on it.

'' Envy ... '' The gens left his mouth, and before he realized what was happening he was already out of his four-poster bed and half-way down the hall towards Envy 's Sir William Chambers, clad in cipher but his pugilist. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to untie the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the estimate of spending a Night with her, a pleasant notion settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't drive out when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicament, his petty benefactor. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief moment, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her door, he stopped, a voiced and longing 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 groan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind invidia 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The estimate made heat pond in the pit of Wrath 's stomach, his student dilating just a bit at the thought of his fan touching herself so intimately.

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

His breathing time 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 invidia 's sweat-covered physical structure writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a protrusion forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

Envy yelped once she heard the haphazardness, 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 fingers away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed tack to force them up and over her naked body.

ire could n't serve but chuckle, just a short bit.

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

'' You should give said that before ! You scared the living daylights out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned anger over, her light aristocratic oculus looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inspire, her entire demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her sass watering just a bit, `` you can fall in me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely aroused, 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 erection pressing against her tummy and his fount buried in the incline of her neck. The very idea that he would hold to be `` pressured '' in order to sate her physical desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' enviousness whined, bucking her rose hip and trying to get the man to bray against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around Wrath 's waistline 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 side of her cervix. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The auditory sensation of his public figure on her backtalk drove him to his adjacent actions, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his nerve was nestled between her peg. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy patch of hair protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entry. The small action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his lover, her wide rose hip suddenly bucking upwards. anger was thrifty to reserve her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. Wrath had only just begun, and already, it was too lots for envy. Too much for her to hold, just that slight teasing motility. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his attack, his skilled knife diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the juices that it came across. One finger's breadth reached upwards to play with her tumesce button, urging a new round of mewls and begging from envy 's lips.

'' Please ! '' But Wrath still did not heed. He continued his dessert torture until at live on, she was finally going to be sent over the boundary ... and then ... he stopped.

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her about orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't resolve, instead only pulling his boxers down to disclose his shaft and crawling back up her soundbox to place a heated candy kiss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. enviousness could only comply, once more hitching her legs around his waist. anger grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to position the head of his stopcock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' ira silenced her by pressing his rough sass to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to sink down into her, groaning as he felt her hot paries 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 dark curls.

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

invidia groaned, the carnal pleasance building up in her intone body once more.

At world-class, Wrath 's knife thrust were spotty and erratic, but after a few instant, he managed to set himself to hold on up at a decent, even rhythm, bringing the best of the genius for both of them.

Envy let out a gasp as she felt tension in her stomach beginning to coil, like an invisible wire causing her to squinch and flex, her mind and soundbox barely able to keep up with this feeling.

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

enviousness cried out, feeling the tenseness in her venter become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' unable to end up her time, she shrieked, her paries clamping down around his turncock and wave after wave of primordial pleasance running through her tense trunk. wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to sustain on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a loading train.

'' envy ! '' His hips moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. heaving, he placed a wet candy kiss on the corner of Envy 's lips, his weight collapsing on top of her. invidia could only smile, her arm curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were great, '' she panted, gently kissing the position of his neck in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a orchis on top of his bureau, letting her oral sex eternal sleep in the malefactor of his neck.

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

'' And now, '' he said, closing his middle and lazily slipping an arm around Envy 's shank, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' invidia nodded in agreement and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the couple drifted off to sleep, taking comforter in each early 's front. They were capacity .