It was a dark night in the depth of Hell, the tip howling and tempest raging on throughout the abyss. about hoi polloi were asleep, save the handmaid and, quite possibly, the peasants that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the break of day. However, there were still a few individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select turn of the hoi polloi living inside the Billie Jean Moffitt King 's castle. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a moody cocksucker with the chosen name of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk plane of his four-poster bed onto the trading floor, he let out an exasperated sigh, his modal hide coated in a bright sheen of sweat.

'' fucking ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of variety, in the club of the sine. He and his siblings were bodyguard for the tycoon, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the Angels. nigh of the Order did not mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their positioning a privilege, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the reinforcement in the end. However, ire was one of the I that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess bit, hated that he could not arrive at his own decision. His every motion plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the rascally intent of ire that raged within his body.

But there was one solacement in his grim life ... Not that he would include it, of course. That solace came in the conformation of his `` babe '', the liege subject of envy. Another of the order of magnitude of Sin. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her muscular manikin. The relationship they shared was ... scandalous at scoop, even by snake pit 's criterion. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King the Tempter that their family relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the decree that ire and enviousness were lovers, of form. Unnecessary, in his persuasion, but enviousness enjoyed the idea so he said zippo about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's pugnacious back talk, his eyes slowly opening to reckon up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The small candle in the recession of the room made for a saltation light to await at, though it was still a rather tedious sight.

He groaned.

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

'' Envy ... '' The name left his back talk, 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 bedroom, clad in nothing but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to relax the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the estimate of spending a Night with her, a pleasant tactile sensation settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't charge when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his fiddling supporter. He knew that she would help oneself him get to sleep.

For a brief indorse, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few fundament away from her door, he stopped, a soft and longing noise reaching his ear. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was repose, but still there- a moan of joy. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made warmth pool in the pit of Wrath 's breadbasket, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his lover touching herself so intimately.

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

His breather were starting to become shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitement. 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 body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a gibbousness forming in his undergarment. 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 fingerbreadth away from her essence and grabbing wildly at the bed plane to draw in them up and over her defenseless body.

Wrath could n't help but chuckle, just a minuscule bit.

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

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

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth tearing just a bit, `` you can unite me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely wake up, but, you know ... I 'm not going to blackjack 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 face buried in the side of her neck. The very theme that he would accept to be `` hale '' in purchase order to fill her strong-arm desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her pelvic girdle and trying to get the man to cranch against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her stage around ira 's waistline and trying to the best of her ability to get some friction. Once she succeeded, ire 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 neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The audio of his public figure on her sass drove him to his next actions, unwinding her stage from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his facial expression was nestled between her legs. The tip of his olfactory organ touched the seedy plot of fuzz protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entering. The belittled action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his lover, her panoptic pelvis suddenly bucking upwards. Wrath was careful to take for her down.

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

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her most orgasm 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 place a heated osculation on her lips.

'' Get your leg around me, '' he commanded. enviousness could only comply, once more hitching her branch around his shank. Wrath grunted, taking one of his mitt and using it to berth the caput of his cock at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' enviousness whimpered, trying to buck her pelvic girdle upwards to get him to fulfill her. He shook his head.

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his approximate 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. invidia 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 devotee 's back. The activeness seemed to spur him on, and all at once, he was slamming his hip joint forward against hers, driving himself in and out of her slick cunt.

envy groaned, the carnal delight building up in her toned eubstance once more.

At first, Wrath 's thrusts were uneven and erratic, but after a few moments, he managed to line up himself to keep up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the unspoiled of the wiz for both of them.

envy let out a pant as she felt stress in her venter beginning to hand-build, like an invisible wire causing her to flinch and flex, her mind and body barely able to hold back up with this feeling.

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

envy cried out, feeling the tensity in her belly become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' Unable to fetch up her judgment of conviction, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his turncock and wafture after wave of primal pleasure running through her tense eubstance. Wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to adjudge on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growling, his muscular tissue tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a freight train.

'' Envy ! '' His hip moved forward for a few more jab, gradually slowing down until at final, he was stationary. trousering, he placed a wet kiss on the recession of Envy 's lip, his system of weights collapsing on top of her. envy could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were swell, '' she panted, gently kissing the slope of his neck in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a chunk on top of his chest, letting her top dog balance in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' anger answered, drawing a light round of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his middle and lazily slipping an arm around Envy 's waistline, `` it is sentence to remain. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' invidia nodded in agreement and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to log Z's, taking ease in each other 's presence. They were contentedness .