It was a drear night in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abysm. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the bucolic that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the cockcrow. However, there were still a few individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select bit of the people living inside the king 's castle. Old Nick 's Hall.

One of them, a moody bastard with the chosen name of Wrath, was starting to get restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the storey, he let out an worsen sigh, his average skin coated in a brilliantly sheen of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of form, in the ordination of the Sin. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the King, as well as cat's-paw to be used in the Great War against the Angel. to the highest degree of the Order did not bear in mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their position a perquisite, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the reinforcement in the end. However, ira was one of the ones that shared this philosophical system. He hated being used as a chess small-arm, hated that he could not realize his own decisions. His every move plotted out for him, only being a mean value to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly dry, considering the devilish spirit of ire that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim life ... Not that he would allow it, of course of action. That solacement came in the form of his `` sister '', the vassal of Envy. Another of the gild of sinfulness. A cold-shoulder smirk played upon his backtalk at the thought of her powerful sort. The kinship they shared was ... scandalous at trump, even by pit 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King friction match 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 buff, of sorts. Unnecessary, in his opinion, but envy enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A suspiration escaped from between ira 's rough lips, his eye slowly opening to look up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The belittled candle in the corner of the room made for a dancing luminousness to depend at, though it was still a rather tedious sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless nighttime for him, another Nox that he could do naught but fantasize about the kingdom of dreams that he so desperately wanted to insert. Funny, the sin of anger wanted to woolgather. It was almost comic. Except that wrath would resect 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 boxer. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to loosen the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the mind of spending a night with her, a pleasant look settling in the pit of his tum. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't charge up when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medication, his picayune helper. He knew that she would aid him get to sleep.

For a brief sec, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her doorway, he stopped, a soft and hungriness randomness reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few sec, and then heard it again. It was serenity, but still there- a moan of pleasance. And it was coming from behind enviousness 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made estrus kitty in the pit of ira 's stomach, his school-age child dilating just a bit at the sentiment of his lover touching herself so intimately.

The melodic theme was strengthened when he heard a sonant `` Wrath ! '' So she was pleasuring herself while thinking of him. That was even better.

His breath were starting to go shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual fervor. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door knob and inching into her elbow room. Centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see Envy 's sweat-covered soundbox writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a excrescence forming in his unmentionable. He hissed.

invidia 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 essence and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to rend them up and over her naked body.

Wrath 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 relief, then began to express mirth softly.

'' You should give birth said that before ! You scared the bread and butter daylights out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her fire up bluish eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his foreplay, she let herself inspire, her total demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth lacrimation just a bit, `` you can join 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 ... '' anger laughed and then closed the length between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erection pressing against her tummy and his face buried in the slope of her neck. The very idea that he would birth to be `` pressured '' in parliamentary law to fill her strong-arm desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' enviousness whined, bucking her rosehip and trying to get the man to grind against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around Wrath '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 glossa down the slope of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her rim drove him to his following natural action, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy plot of whisker protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entering. The small action mechanism was enough to rouse a shriek out of his lover, her wide coxa suddenly bucking upwards. anger was deliberate 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 Envy. Too much for her to digest, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onset, his skilled clapper diving deeper into the tricky cavern, lapping up all the juice that it came across. One finger reached upwards to play with her swollen clit, urging a new round of mewls and begging from envy 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his boxers down to expose his diaphysis and crawling back up her body to send a het kiss on her lips.

'' Get your peg around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only comply, once more hitching her legs around his waist. Wrath grunted, taking one of his men and using it to position the forefront of his pecker at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' envy whimpered, trying to charge her hips upwards to get him to fill her. He shook his head.

'' Shhh ... '' anger silenced her by pressing his rough backtalk to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to sink down into her, groaning as he felt her hot bulwark enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat. envy could only moan 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 lover 's back. 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 slick cunt.

Envy groaned, the carnal pleasance building up in her tone body once more.

At commencement, Wrath 's drive were uneven and temperamental, but after a few moments, he managed to adapt himself to save up at a squeamish, even calendar method, bringing the best of the virtuoso for both of them.

invidia let out a gasp as she felt latent hostility in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an inconspicuous wire causing her to flinch and flex, her mind and consistency barely able to keep open up with this feeling.

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

invidia cried out, feeling the tension in her abdominal cavity become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' Unable to finish her conviction, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his dick and undulation after wafture of central joy 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 lot, and with a low growl, his heftiness tensed and he spilled his cum, the white-hot maven hitting him like a lading train.

'' Envy ! '' His pelvic girdle moved forward for a few Thomas More thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. heaving, he placed a wet candy kiss on the turning point of envy 's rim, his weight collapsing on top of her. envy could only smile, her blazon curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were with child, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his neck in an act of philia. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her oral sex residual in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' wrath answered, drawing a lightly round of laugh from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his middle and lazily slipping an arm around Envy 's waist, `` it is meter to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' envy nodded in understanding and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the duet drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each former 's presence. They were contentedness .