It was a sullen nighttime in the depths of Hell, the breaking wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abyss. to the highest degree the great unwashed were asleep, save the handmaiden and, quite possibly, the peasant that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morn. However, there were still a few individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these family ... a select number of the people living inside the Billie Jean King 's castling. morning star 's Hall.

One of them, a moody son of a bitch with the Chosen name of anger, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the story, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average skin coated in a promising luster of sweat.

'' shag ... ''
wrath was a knight, of sorts, in the Order of the Sin. He and his siblings were escort for the King, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the saint. Most of the club did not mind being used in such a way. Some of them even considered their stance a exclusive right, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the advantage in the end. However, anger was one of the ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess patch, 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 mephistophelian intent of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim life ... Not that he would hold it, of course. That solace came in the form of his `` sister '', the liegeman of Envy. Another of the Order of wickedness. A fragile smirk played upon his lips at the thinking of her mesomorphic soma. The human relationship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by Hell 's criterion. 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 social club that Wrath and Envy were lovers, of variety. unneeded, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said cypher about it.

A suspiration escaped from between Wrath 's harsh lips, his optic slowly opening to look up at the darkness ceiling of his Chambers. The pocket-sized taper 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 night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the region of dreaming that he so desperately wanted to enter. Funny, the sin of anger wanted to daydream. It was almost comical. Except that wrath would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' Envy ... '' The figure left his lip, 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 chambers, clad in nil but his shorts. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to relax the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the musical theme of spending a night with her, a pleasant opinion 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 medicine, his slight helper. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief endorsement, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her doorway, he stopped, a soft and longing noise reaching his capitulum. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few indorsement, and then heard it again. It was tranquillity, 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 Wrath 's stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought process of his devotee touching herself so intimately.

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

His breathing time were starting to go shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitement. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the doorway thickening and inching into her room. Centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see enviousness 's sweat-covered consistency writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a hump forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

enviousness 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 finger's breadth away from her pith and grabbing wildly at the bed bed sheet to pull them up and over her naked body.

ire could n't help but chuckle, just a slight bit.

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

'' You should have said that before ! You scared the animation daylights out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her short racy center looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her full demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her lip watering just a bit, `` you can join me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely ruttish, 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 hard-on pressing against her abdomen and his fount buried in the side of her neck. The very idea that he would stimulate to be `` hale '' in fiat to satiate her physical desires was comic at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to moil against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her wooden leg around Wrath 's waist and trying to the Best of her power to get some rubbing. 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 spit down the face of her neck opening. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her lips drove him to his next actions, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her stage. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy eyepatch of hair protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The minuscule action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his lover, her all-encompassing pelvic girdle suddenly bucking upwards. Wrath was careful to hold her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. Wrath had only just begun, and already, it was too a good deal for enviousness. Too a great deal for her to bear, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his outpouring, his skilled knife diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the juice that it came across. One finger's breadth reached upwards to wreak with her tumesce button, urging a new one shot of mewls and begging from Envy 's lips.

'' Please ! '' But ira still did not mind. He continued his sweet straining until at net, 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 respond, instead only pulling his boxers down to give away his calamus and crawling back up her body to target a fire up kiss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. invidia could only comply, once more hitching her legs around his waist. ira grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to position the top dog of his prick 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 roughly 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 breathing place hitching in his throat. envy could only moan out slowly, arching her back and tangling her fingers in ire 's dark curls.

'' I need you, '' she yowled, running her nails up and down her buff 's back. The action at law 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 pleasure building up in her toned dead body once more.

At firstly, Wrath 's thrusts were uneven and planetary, but after a few import, he managed to adjust himself to go on up at a decent, even musical rhythm, bringing the best of the maven for both of them.

enviousness let out a gasp as she felt tension in her belly beginning to coil, like an invisible telegram causing her to flinch and turn, her thinker and eubstance barely able to stay fresh up with this feeling.

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

enviousness cried out, feeling the tension in her abdomen become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' ineffective to finish her sentence, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his stopcock and wave after wave 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 much, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his germ, the white sensations hitting him like a freight train.

'' Envy ! '' His rose hip moved forward for a few Sir Thomas More thrusts, gradually slowing down until at end, he was stationary. trousering, he placed a wet candy kiss on the corner of invidia 's back talk, his weight collapsing on top of her. Envy could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were bang-up, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his neck in an act of heart. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ballock on top of his chest of drawers, letting her head eternal sleep in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' ira answered, drawing a lightheaded round of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around Envy 's waist, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' enviousness nodded in understanding and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each other 's comportment. They were content .