It was a darkness night in the depths of hell on earth, the breaking wind ululation and storms raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the churl that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the good morning. However, there were still a few individual across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select number of the people living inside the Martin Luther King 's castle. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills Moody bastard with the Chosen name of Wrath, was starting to go restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk bed sheet of his four-poster bed onto the storey, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average hide coated in a brightly luster of sweat.

'' screwing ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of sorts, in the lodge of the Sins. He and his sibling were escort for the Riley B King, as well as instrument to be used in the Great War against the Angels. Most of the order of magnitude did not listen being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their stead a prerogative, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the reinforcement in the end. However, Wrath was one of the ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a cheat slice, hated that he could not make his own conclusion. His every move plotted out for him, only being a way to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironical, considering the mephistophelean feeling of anger that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim life history ... Not that he would admit it, of course. That solace came in the physical body of his `` sister '', the vassal of Envy. Another of the gild of Sins. A flimsy smirk played upon his lips at the opinion of her brawny anatomy. The family relationship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by inferno 's measure. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Lucifer 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 social club that ira and Envy were fan, of sorting. unneeded, in his opinion, but enviousness enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A sigh escaped from between wrath 's rough lips, his eyes slowly opening to see up at the iniquity ceiling of his chamber. The small candle in the corner of the room made for a dancing light to bet 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 realm of dreaming that he so desperately wanted to record. Funny, the sin of anger wanted to dream. It was almost amusing. Except that ira would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' Envy ... '' The name 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 invidia 's chamber, clad in naught but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to untie the nautical mile that had formed in his pharynx at the estimate of spending a dark with her, a pleasant feeling subsidence in the pit of his tummy. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't rouse when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his practice of medicine, his niggling helper. He knew that she would help him get to sleep.

For a brief second, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few foundation away from her doorway, he stopped, a voiced and longing interference reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was calm down, but still there- a moan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind invidia 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made heat pool in the pit of wrath 's breadbasket, his educatee dilating just a bit at the thought of his buff touching herself so intimately.

The estimation 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 become shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitement. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the room access node and inching into her elbow room. Centimeter by centimetre, 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 maintain 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 fingerbreadth away from her core and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her raw body.

Wrath could n't avail but laugh softly, just a slight 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 receive 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 source blue eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his stimulation, she let herself inhale, her total behavior changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth watering just a bit, `` you can conjoin me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely aroused, but, you know ... I 'm not going to hale you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' anger laughed and then closed the length between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erecting pressing against her stomach and his brass buried in the side of her neck. The very idea that he would have to be `` blackjack '' in social club to sate her physical desires was comical at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' invidia whined, bucking her articulatio coxae and trying to get the man to crunch against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around ira 's shank 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 neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The phone of his name on her sassing drove him to his adjacent natural action, unwinding her branch 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 spell of hair protecting the arena, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entranceway. The small action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his devotee, her wide-eyed hips suddenly bucking upwards. anger was thrifty to obligate her down.

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

'' Please ! '' But anger still did not listen. He continued his sweet straining until at last, she was finally going to be sent over the bound ... and then ... he stopped.

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her draw close orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his boxers down to disclose his shaft and crawling back up her body to come out a heated kiss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only comply, once more hitching her branch around his waistline. ira grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to placement the head of his cock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his rough lip to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to drop down down into her, groaning as he felt her hot paries enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat. Envy could only moan out slowly, arching her back and tangling her fingers in ire 's glum curls.

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

Envy groaned, the carnal pleasure building up in her inflect trunk once more.

At showtime, ire 's driving force were uneven and erratic, but after a few moments, he managed to adapt himself to hold back up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the better of the sensation for both of them.

enviousness let out a gasp as she felt tension in her belly beginning to coil, like an invisible wire causing her to squinch and flex, her thinker and body barely able to stay fresh up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed like forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her lover, with no sound breaking through except for the occasional 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 conviction, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his cock and waving after wafture of primal pleasure running through her tense body. Wrath 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 come, the white-hot aesthesis hitting him like a payload train.

'' enviousness ! '' His hip joint moved forward for a few more than thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. trousering, he placed a wet kiss on the recession of envy 's lips, his system of weights collapsing on top of her. envy could only smile, her limb curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were great, '' she panted, gently kissing the English of his neck in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her header rest in the outlaw of his neck.

'' I know, '' Wrath answered, drawing a light 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. '' Envy nodded in correspondence and closed her middle as well. Slowly, the duo drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each early 's presence. They were content .