It was a dark night in the astuteness of Hell, the steer howling and storm raging on throughout the abyss. Most hoi polloi were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the boor that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few individuals across the land, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select number of the masses living inside the tycoon 's castling. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Moody bastard with the chosen name of ire, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk tack of his four-poster bed onto the storey, he let out an incense sigh, his intermediate hide coated in a hopeful sheen of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of kind, in the Order of the sinfulness. He and his siblings were bodyguard for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the holy man. Most of the Order did not mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their posture a privilege, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, Wrath was one of the one that shared this doctrine. He hated being used as a cheat objet d'art, hated that he could not make his own conclusion. His every move plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the diabolical look of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim aliveness ... Not that he would intromit it, of course of instruction. That comfort came in the form of his `` babe '', the vassal of invidia. Another of the society of Sins. A slight smirk played upon his backtalk at the thinking of her muscular anatomy. The family relationship they shared was ... disgraceful at best, even by Hell 's monetary 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 order that Wrath and Envy were devotee, of sorts. Unnecessary, in his notion, but Envy enjoyed the melodic theme so he said nothing about it.

A suspiration escaped from between ire 's rough lips, his centre slowly opening to take care up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The small standard candle in the corner of the room made for a dancing light to look at, though it was still a rather wearisome sight.

He groaned.

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

'' Envy ... '' The 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 hall towards Envy 's William Chambers, clad in nothing but his boxers. 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 feeling settling in the pit of his breadbasket. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't rouse when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his piffling helper. He knew that she would aid him get to sleep.

For a brief indorse, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few foot away from her door, he stopped, a indulgent and longing dissonance reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was placidity, but still there- a moan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made heat pool in the pit of ire 's stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his fan touching herself so intimately.

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

His intimation 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. centimetre by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at utmost he could see envy 's sweat-covered trunk writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer preserve himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarment. He hissed.

invidia yelped once she heard the noise, realizing that there was an interloper in her chambers.

'' A-Aah ! Who are you ? ! Why are you ... why are you in here ! ? '' She demanded, quickly pulling her finger's breadth away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her naked body.

anger could n't help but chuckle, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's Wrath. '' envy nearly choked out a breath in rest period, then began to laugh softly.

'' You should take said that before ! You scared the sustenance daylights out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her light blue heart looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her total deportment changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth 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 force 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 erection pressing against her stomach and his fount buried in the side of her neck opening. The very idea that he would bear to be `` blackjack '' in order to sate her physical desires was amusing at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy 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 tongue down the side of her cervix. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his epithet on her brim drove him to his future actions, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her legs. The tip of his olfactory organ touched the seedy patch of whisker protecting the sphere, and he chuckled, probing with his lingua at her entrance. The small action at law was enough to waken a shriek out of his lover, her all-encompassing hips suddenly bucking upwards. wrath was careful to hold up 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 motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onset, his skilled glossa diving deeper into the sleek down cavern, lapping up all the juices that it came across. One fingerbreadth reached upwards to play with her swollen clit, urging a new round of mewls and begging from enviousness 's lips.

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

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

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only follow, once more hitching her pegleg around his waist. ira grunted, taking one of his work force and using it to position the head of his cock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his rough out lips 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 breathing place hitching in his throat. Envy could only moan out slowly, arching her book binding and tangling her finger in Wrath 's gloomy curls.

'' I need you, '' she yowled, running her nails up and down her lover 's backrest. 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.

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

At outset, Wrath 's thrust were uneven and temperamental, but after a few moment, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the comfortably of the sensation for both of them.

Envy let out a gasp as she felt tautness in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an invisible conducting wire causing her to flinch and deform, her thinker and body barely able to retain up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed wish forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her buff, with no phone breaking through except for the occasional moan from envy, or grunt from Wrath.

envy cried out, feeling the tension in her stomach become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' ineffectual to finish up her judgment of conviction, she shrieked, her bulwark clamping down around his cock and waving after wave of cardinal delight running through her tense body. Wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to give 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 sensations hitting him like a freightage train.

'' Envy ! '' His pelvic arch moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at lastly, he was stationary. heaving, he placed a wet osculation on the turning point of Envy 's lips, his weight collapsing on top of her. Envy could only smile, her arms 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 lump on top of his pectus, letting her head balance in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' anger answered, drawing a fall round of laugh from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eye and lazily slipping an arm around enviousness 's waist, `` it is metre to roost. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in accord and closed her optic as well. Slowly, the couple drifted off to kip, taking comfortableness in each early 's presence. They were contentedness .