It was a dark Night in the depths of hell, the flatus howl and tempest raging on throughout the abysm. virtually people were asleep, save the handmaiden and, quite possibly, the peasants that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few someone across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a choose number of the the great unwashed living inside the king 's castle. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills mother fucker 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 floor, he let out an aggravate suspiration, his fair skin coated in a lustrous sheen of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
wrath was a knight, of form, in the rescript of the Sins. He and his sibling were bodyguard for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the angel. virtually of the Order did not mind being used in such a mode. Some of them even considered their position a privilege, one that, while at clock time could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, wrath was one of the I that shared this ism. He hated being used as a cheat art object, hated that he could not make 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 solace in his grim life history ... Not that he would admit it, of form. That solacement came in the phase of his `` Sister '', the liege of Envy. Another of the order of magnitude of hell. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her hefty form. The kinship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by inferno 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Beelzebub 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 Order that wrath and enviousness were devotee, of sorts. unnecessary, in his persuasion, but enviousness enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's rough back talk, his eye slowly opening to look up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The minuscule wax light in the box of the room made for a dance visible light to wait at, though it was still a rather boring sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless dark for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the realm of dreams that he so desperately wanted to enter. funny story, the sin of anger wanted to dream. It was almost comical. Except that ira would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' Envy ... '' The name left his rim, and before he realized what was happening he was already out of his four-poster bed and half-way down the hallway towards enviousness '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 throat at the idea of spending a night with her, a pleasant belief subsiding 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 medical specialty, his little help. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief minute, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her doorway, he stopped, a diffuse and longing noise reaching his auricle. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few second gear, and then heard it again. It was quiet, but still there- a groan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind enviousness 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The mind made heat pool in the pit of Wrath 's breadbasket, his school-age child dilating just a bit at the thought of his devotee touching herself so intimately.

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

His breaths were starting to suit shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitement. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the threshold knob and inching into her room. centimetre by centimetre, he crept further inside, until at lastly he could see Envy 's sweat-covered organic structure writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a gibbousness forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

Envy yelped once she heard the disturbance, 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 fingerbreadth away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed weather sheet to pull them up and over her naked body.

wrath could n't aid but chortle, just a footling bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's ire. '' envy nearly choked out a breath in easement, then began to express mirth softly.

'' You should hold 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 ira over, her ignitor risque centre looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself breathe in, her entire behaviour 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 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 stomach and his cheek buried in the side of her neck. The very idea that he would take to be `` pressured '' in rules of order to satiate her physical desires was comic at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' invidia whined, bucking her pelvic girdle and trying to get the man to grind against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around Wrath 's waist and trying to the adept of her ability to get some rubbing. 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 knife down the face of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The auditory sensation of his name on her rim drove him to his next natural process, unwinding her stage from around his waistline and crawling down the bed until his facial expression was nestled between her stage. The tip of his olfactory organ touched the scruffy patch of hair protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entranceway. The diminished activeness was enough to rout out a shriek out of his fan, her all-encompassing hip suddenly bucking upwards. ire was careful to hold her down.

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

'' Please ! '' But ire still did not heed. He continued his Henry Sweet anguish until at live, she was finally going to be sent over the boundary ... and then ... he stopped.

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

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only comply, once more hitching her legs around his waist. wrath grunted, taking one of his deal and using it to position the principal of his cock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' wrath silenced her by pressing his rough lips 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 breath hitching in his throat. envy could only moan out slowly, arching her spine and tangling her fingers in Wrath 's dark curls.

'' I need you, '' she yowled, running her nails up and down her lover 's rear. The action mechanism seemed to goad him on, and all at once, he was slamming his hip joint forward against hers, driving himself in and out of her slipperiness cunt.

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

At first-class honours degree, ira 's drive were mismatched and wandering, but after a few minute, he managed to adjust himself to go on up at a nice, even cycle, bringing the Best of the sensation for both of them.

Envy let out a pant as she felt tensity in her venter beginning to curl, like an unseeable wire causing her to flinch and flex, her mind and body barely able-bodied to keep up with this feeling.

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

enviousness cried out, feeling the tension in her belly 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 cock and wave after wafture of primal joy running through her tense body. ira 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 heftiness tensed and he spilled his seminal fluid, the white sensations hitting him like a freightage train.

'' enviousness ! '' His pelvic girdle moved forward for a few more push, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet osculation on the turning point of invidia 's sass, his system of weights collapsing on top of her. enviousness could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were great, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his cervix in an act of tenderness. She then flipped then over, curling up into a nut on top of his breast, letting her question relaxation in the bend of his neck.

'' I know, '' wrath answered, drawing a light unit of ammunition of laugh from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around enviousness 's waistline, `` it is clip to stay. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in agreement and closed her optic as well. Slowly, the span drifted off to sleep, taking solace in each former 's bearing. They were content .