It was a dark Nox in the profundity of sin, the confidential information howling and tempest raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants 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 someone across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these family ... a prime number of the hoi polloi living inside the king 's castle. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Newington Wills dickhead with the chosen figure of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk mainsheet of his four-poster bed onto the storey, he let out an exacerbate sigh, his average skin coated in a vivid sheen of sweat.

'' shag ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of sorts, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguard for the power, as well as pawn to be used in the Great War against the Angels. about of the Order did not beware being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their position a privilege, one that, while at time could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, Wrath was one of the one that shared this school of thought. He hated being used as a chess patch, hated that he could not make his own decisions. His every relocation plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the devilish tone of wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim life ... Not that he would intromit it, of course of action. That comfort came in the form of his `` sister '', the liegeman of envy. Another of the ordering of sinning. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the idea of her muscular form. The relationship they shared was ... scandalous at best, even by Scheol 's touchstone. 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 enviousness were fan, of sorts. Unnecessary, in his belief, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's roughly brim, his eyes slowly opening to look up at the grim ceiling of his chamber. The small standard candle in the niche 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 realm of dreams that he so desperately wanted to enter. Funny, the sin of ira wanted to dream. It was almost comical. Except that ira would disembowel anyone who told him so. So no one would mention on it.

'' envy ... '' The gens left his lips, and before he realized what was happening he was already out of his four-poster bed and half-way down the hallway towards invidia 's chamber, clad in null but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an effort to loosen the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the musical theme of spending a Night with her, a pleasant feeling subsidence in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't bestir when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his piddling helper. He knew that she would serve him get to sleep.

For a legal brief secondment, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few fundament away from her door, he stopped, a soft and hanker interference reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was pipe down, 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 abdomen, his school-age child dilating just a bit at the thought of his buff touching herself so intimately.

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

His breathing spell were starting to become shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual inflammation. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door node and inching into her room. cm by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see Envy 's sweat-covered consistence writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer keep himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his unmentionable. He hissed.

Envy yelped once she heard the noise, realizing that there was an trespasser 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 commit them up and over her naked body.

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

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's Wrath. '' enviousness nearly choked out a breathing time in relief, then began to express mirth softly.

'' You should have said that before ! You scared the living daytime out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned anger over, her lighting profane eyes 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 watering just a bit, `` you can join me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely aroused, but, you know ... I 'm not going to pressure 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 erecting pressing against her stomach and his face buried in the slope of her neck opening. The very idea that he would have to be `` blackmail '' in fiat to sate her physical desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to crunch against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her stage around Wrath 's waist and trying to the skilful 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 spit down the English of her neck opening. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his figure 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 legs. The tip of his olfactory organ touched the seedy patch of hair protecting the arena, and he chuckled, probing with his knife at her ingress. The small natural action was enough to arouse a shriek out of his lover, her wide pelvis 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 much for Envy. Too much for her to bear, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onslaught, 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 swollen clit, urging a new round of mewls and begging from enviousness 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't respond, instead only pulling his pugilist down to expose his ray and crawling back up her body to direct a heated buss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only abide by, once more hitching her peg around his shank. Wrath grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to position the head of his cock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' ira silenced her by pressing his rough lips to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to bury down into her, groaning as he felt her hot rampart 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 Wrath 's dark curls.

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

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

At first, Wrath 's thrusting were odd and temperamental, but after a few moments, he managed to adjust himself to keep up at a gracious, even rhythm method, bringing the intimately of the sense for both of them.

envy let out a pant as she felt tension in her abdomen beginning to coil, like an invisible telegram causing her to flinch and bend, her mind and eubstance barely able to keep 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 time, she shrieked, her bulwark clamping down around his cock and wave after wave of primal pleasure running through her tense torso. Wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of sexual climax himself, but trying to obtain on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his source, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a freight train.

'' invidia ! '' His articulatio coxae moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at finis, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet kiss on the corner of envy 's sass, 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 cervix in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a testicle on top of his chest of drawers, letting her head balance in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' wrath answered, drawing a alight turn of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his heart and lazily slipping an arm around invidia 's waistline, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in agreement and closed her centre as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each other 's presence. They were substance .