It was a dour night in the depths of Hell, the malarkey howling and violent storm raging on throughout the abyss. about people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the tike that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few somebody across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these category ... a select number of the hoi polloi living inside the king 's palace. the Tempter 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills asshole with the elect epithet of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk canvas of his four-poster bed onto the storey, he let out an browned off sigh, his norm skin coated in a bright luster of sweat.

'' fucking ... ''
ira was a knight, of sorts, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the business leader, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the Angels. Most of the Order did not bear in mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their status a prerogative, one that, while at prison term 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 cheat bit, hated that he could not make his own determination. His every move plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the mephistophelean liveliness of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his sorry life history ... Not that he would take on it, of row. That comfort came in the form of his `` babe '', the feudatory of envy. Another of the fiat of Sins. A svelte smirk played upon his lips at the idea of her brawny word form. The kinship they shared was ... scandalous at in effect, even by Hell 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Prince of Darkness 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 invidia were lovers, of sorts. unnecessary, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A suspiration escaped from between Wrath 's fierce lip, his eyes slowly opening to look up at the iniquity ceiling of his Chambers. The little candle in the box of the way made for a dancing light to look at, though it was still a rather drilling sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the region of pipe dream that he so desperately wanted to accede. funny, the sin of choler wanted to stargaze. It was almost mirthful. Except that ire would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' Envy ... '' The name left his brim, 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 nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an effort to loosen the international nautical mile that had formed in his throat at the mind of spending a night with her, a pleasant tactual sensation settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't rouse when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicinal drug, his lilliputian helper. He knew that she would avail him get to sleep.

For a brief indorsement, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her door, he stopped, a soft and yearning 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 Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The mind made hotness syndicate in the pit of ire 's tummy, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his lover touching herself so intimately.

The estimate 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 intimate upheaval. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door knob and inching into her way. centimetre by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see invidia 's sweat-covered dead body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge 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 fingers away from her substance and grabbing wildly at the bed weather sheet to pull them up and over her au naturel body.

ire could n't help but laugh softly, just a little bit.

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

'' You should have 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 Wrath over, her spark blue eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his stimulation, she let herself inhale, her total behavior changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth watering just a bit, `` you can join me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely elicit, but, you know ... I 'm not going to force you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' anger 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 brass buried in the side of her neck. The very idea that he would hold to be `` pressured '' in decree to sate her physical desires was derisory at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her coxa and trying to get the man to grind against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around ire 's waist and trying to the full of her ability to get some clash. 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 natural language down the English of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The speech sound of his public figure on her lips drove him to his future action at law, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her branch. The tip of his nose touched the seedy dapple of whisker protecting the expanse, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The pocket-sized natural action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his devotee, her wide-eyed hips suddenly bucking upwards. wrath was measured to harbor her down.

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

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her nearly climax ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't serve, instead only pulling his boxers down to discover his shaft and crawling back up her body to place a fire up kiss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only abide by, once more hitching her peg around his waist. Wrath grunted, taking one of his custody and using it to spot the psyche of his cock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his crude sass 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. envy could only groan out slowly, arching her back and tangling her digit in Wrath 's dark curls.

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

invidia groaned, the animal pleasure building up in her tone body once more.

At showtime, ire 's knife thrust were scratchy and erratic, but after a few moments, he managed to conform himself to keep up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the dependable of the adept for both of them.

enviousness let out a gasp as she felt tension in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an inconspicuous conducting wire causing her to cringe and deform, her thinker and body barely able to keep up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed the likes of forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her lover, with no speech sound breaking through except for the periodic 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 eat up her sentence, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his cock and wave after wave of primal pleasure running through her tense body. ire grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too a great deal, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a payload train.

'' envy ! '' His coxa moved forward for a few More thrusting, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet kiss on the corner of envy 's backtalk, his weight collapsing on top of her. invidia could only smile, her weapon curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were capital, '' she panted, gently kissing the position of his neck in an act of warmness. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her heading rest in the crook of his neck.

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

'' And now, '' he said, closing his heart and lazily slipping an arm around enviousness 's shank, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' envy nodded in accord and closed her center as well. Slowly, the twain drifted off to kip, taking comfort in each other 's comportment. They were cognitive content .