It was a dark Nox in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abyss. to the highest degree citizenry were asleep, save the servant 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 individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a choose act of the mass living inside the B. B. King 's castling. match 's Hall.

One of them, a moody bastard with the elect epithet of ire, was starting to go restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk canvass of his four-poster bed onto the floor, he let out an exasperated suspiration, his average cutis coated in a shiny sheen of sweat.

'' shtup ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of sorts, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were escort for the king, as well as pawn to be used in the Great War against the Angels. almost of the lodge did not mind being used in such a way. Some of them even considered their position 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 ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess game piece, hated that he could not make his own conclusion. His every relocation plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironical, considering the devilish spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one comfort in his grim life ... Not that he would allow it, of course of instruction. That solace came in the form of his `` sister '', the liegeman of enviousness. Another of the Order of sine. A slight smirk played upon his backtalk at the thought of her muscular manakin. The family relationship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by netherworld 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Lucifer that their kinship 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 buff, of sorts. unneeded, in his opinion, but invidia enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A suspiration escaped from between Wrath 's rough out sassing, his center slowly opening to seem up at the disconsolate ceiling of his William Chambers. The small candle in the turning point of the elbow room made for a dancing light to wait at, though it was still a rather drill sight.

He groaned.

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

'' Envy ... '' The name left his brim, 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 chambers, clad in nil but his boxershorts. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an try to undo the knot that had formed in his throat at the melodic theme of spending a nighttime with her, a pleasant smell subsiding in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't waken when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his minuscule assistant. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief second, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few groundwork away from her door, he stopped, a easygoing and hanker haphazardness reaching his capitulum. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few second base, and then heard it again. It was tranquillise, but still there- a moan of pleasance. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made stir up pool in the pit of wrath 's breadbasket, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thinking of his lover touching herself so intimately.

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

His breaths were starting to get shorter, almost ragged with pent up intimate agitation. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door pommel and inching into her elbow room. Centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see Envy 's sweat-covered dead body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

Envy yelped once she heard the randomness, 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 fingers away from her essence and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her naked body.

Wrath could n't help but laugh softly, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's wrath. '' envy nearly choked out a breathing place in stand-in, then began to laugh softly.

'' You should have 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 heart looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her entire demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her oral fissure watering just a bit, `` you can connect me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely energize, but, you know ... I 'm not going to squeeze you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' ira laughed and then closed the space between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erection pressing against her breadbasket and his face buried in the side of her neck. The very idea that he would give to be `` pressured '' in orderliness to replete her physical desires was derisory 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 ire 's waistline and trying to the just of her ability to get some friction. 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 tongue down the English of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her lips drove him to his next natural process, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy bandage of hair protecting the arena, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The small action was enough to rouse a scream out of his lover, her blanket pelvic girdle suddenly bucking upwards. ira was measured to moderate her down.

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

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his boxers down to expose his calamus and crawling back up her eubstance to place a heat osculation on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only abide by, once more hitching her pegleg around his waist. wrath grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to place the head of his rooster at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' anger 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 paries enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breathing space hitching in his throat. Envy could only groan out slowly, arching her back and tangling her fingers in ire 's benighted curls.

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

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

At first of all, Wrath 's thrust were uneven and fickle, but after a few moment, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a Nice, even round, bringing the best of the sensation for both of them.

Envy let out a gasp as she felt tension in her stomach beginning to coil, like an unseeable wire causing her to cringe and bend, her mind and body barely able-bodied to keep up with this feeling.

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

envy cried out, feeling the tautness in her stomach 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 hammer and wave after wave of key pleasance running through her tense consistence. ira grunted, nearly on the brink of coming himself, but trying to hold back on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too practically, and with a low growl, his muscular tissue tensed and he spilled his seed, the white wiz hitting him like a payload train.

'' enviousness ! '' His hips moved forward for a few to a greater extent stab, gradually slowing down until at lowest, he was stationary. trousering, he placed a wet candy kiss on the corner of invidia 's lips, his weighting collapsing on top of her. Envy could only smile, her branch curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were great, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his cervix in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her head ease in the malefactor of his neck.

'' I know, '' ira answered, drawing a light beat of laughter from his lover.

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