It was a blue night in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abysm. well-nigh masses were asleep, save the servant and, quite possibly, the boor that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the sunrise. However, there were still a few individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select number of the hoi polloi living inside the king 's palace. Satan 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills Moody bastard with the chosen name of Wrath, was starting to go restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the trading floor, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average skin coated in a bright sheen of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of sort, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the Rex, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the saint. Most 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 prison term could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, ira was one of the ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess game piece, hated that he could not ready his own determination. His every relocation plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironical, considering the mephistophelian feel of wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim animation ... Not that he would allow it, of class. That solacement came in the mannequin of his `` babe '', the liegeman of Envy. Another of the club of Sins. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her muscular grade. The family relationship they shared was ... scandalous at outdo, even by perdition 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Phosphorus that their human relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the lodge that ira and enviousness were fan, of variety. unneeded, in his judgement, but enviousness enjoyed the idea so he said cypher about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's rough lips, his eyes slowly opening to await up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The small cd in the corner of the room made for a dancing light to look at, though it was still a rather boring sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless Nox for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the land of dreams that he so desperately wanted to inscribe. Funny, the sin of anger wanted to daydream. It was almost amusing. 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 sleeping accommodation, clad in nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to tease the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the estimate of spending a nighttime with her, a pleasant flavour settling in the pit of his belly. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't force out when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his piddling assistant. He knew that she would help oneself him get to sleep.

For a abbreviated indorse, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few metrical foot away from her doorway, he stopped, a soft and longing dissonance reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few mo, and then heard it again. It was quiet, 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 heat syndicate in the pit of Wrath 's breadbasket, his pupils dilating just a bit at the sentiment of his buff touching herself so intimately.

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

His breathing spell were starting to become shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual inflammation. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door thickening and inching into her way. cm by cm, he crept further inside, until at hold up he could see enviousness 's sweat-covered body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep on 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 digit away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her naked body.

wrath could n't help but chuckle, just a lilliputian bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's Wrath. '' enviousness nearly choked out a breathing time in sculptural relief, then began to express mirth softly.

'' You should ingest 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 light blue middle looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her entire demeanour 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 aroused, but, you know ... I 'm not going to coerce you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' wrath laughed and then closed the aloofness between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his hard-on pressing against her stomach and his face buried in the English of her cervix. The very musical theme that he would have to be `` pressured '' in order to sate her forcible desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' invidia whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to grate against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her stage around ira '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 delight you, then, '' he purred, running his hot natural language down the face of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The audio of his epithet on her lip drove him to his next natural action, unwinding her legs from around his waistline and crawling down the bed until his aspect was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy patch of pilus protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his natural language at her entrance. The small action was enough to rout out a shriek out of his lover, her panoptic hip 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 practically for invidia. Too a good deal for her to contain, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onset, his skilled tongue diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the juice that it came across. One finger's breadth reached upwards to play with her vain clit, urging a new rung of mewls and begging from Envy 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her approach sexual climax ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't reply, instead only pulling his boxer down to uncover his beam of light and crawling back up her consistence to rank a heated osculation on her lips.

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

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

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

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat. enviousness could only moan out slowly, arching her vertebral column and tangling her fingers in Wrath 's dark curls.

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

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

At showtime, Wrath 's thrusts were uneven and erratic, but after a few present moment, he managed to adjust himself to observe up at a nice, even speech rhythm, bringing the best of the mavin for both of them.

Envy let out a pant as she felt tension in her stomach beginning to coil, like an invisible wire causing her to wince and flex, her brain and eubstance barely capable to keep up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed same forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her lover, with no auditory sensation breaking through except for the occasional moan from Envy, or grunt from Wrath.

invidia cried out, feeling the tension in her belly become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' ineffective to finish up her prison term, she shrieked, her rampart clamping down around his cock and undulation after waving of primaeval pleasure running through her tense body. ira grunted, nearly on the verge of orgasm himself, but trying to confine on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too a lot, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot adept hitting him like a freight train.

'' enviousness ! '' His hips moved forward for a few Sir Thomas More thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet kiss on the corner of Envy 's lips, his weight collapsing on top of her. enviousness could only smile, her limb curled tightly around his neck.

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

'' I know, '' ira answered, drawing a light rhythm of laugh from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around invidia 's shank, `` it is clip to roost. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in arrangement and closed her oculus as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each other 's presence. They were contentedness .