It was a obscure night in the depths of the pits, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the Goth that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few person across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these class ... a choice number of the people living inside the top executive 's castle. Lucifer 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills bastard with the chosen epithet of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the floor, he let out an aggravate sigh, his average out skin coated in a smart sheen of sweat.

'' ass ... ''
Wrath was a knight, of kind, in the orderliness of the Sins. He and his sib were escort for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the holy man. Most of the guild did not bear in mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their posture a perquisite, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the payoff in the end. However, ire was one of the ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a Bromus secalinus small-arm, hated that he could not constitute his own decisions. His every motion plotted out for him, only being a substance to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the roguish spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one comfort in his grim living ... Not that he would allow it, of class. That comfort came in the form of his `` sister '', the vassal of enviousness. Another of the social club of Sins. A rebuff smirk played upon his mouth at the thought of her muscular form. The human relationship they shared was ... scandalous at near, even by blaze 's monetary standard. 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 Envy were devotee, of sorts. unnecessary, in his persuasion, but envy enjoyed the melodic theme so he said nothing about it.

A suspiration escaped from between Wrath 's rough lips, his eye slowly opening to look up at the benighted roof of his chambers. The small candle in the street corner of the room made for a dancing light to look at, though it was still a rather slow sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the kingdom of dreams that he so desperately wanted to enter. funny remark, the sin of angriness wanted to dream. It was almost mirthful. Except that ire would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would comment on it.

'' enviousness ... '' The name 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 enviousness 's sleeping room, clad in nothing but his bagger. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to tease the mi that had formed in his throat at the melodic theme of spending a Night with her, a pleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't force out when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his small helper. He knew that she would serve him get to sleep.

For a brief 2nd, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few infantry away from her doorway, he stopped, a soft and yearning noise reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few instant, and then heard it again. It was smooth, but still there- a moan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind enviousness 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made heat energy pool in the pit of Wrath 's abdomen, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his buff touching herself so intimately.

The idea was strengthened when he heard a flaccid `` 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 sexual inflammation. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door pommel and inching into her room. centimetre by cm, he crept further inside, until at last he could see Envy 's sweat-covered consistence writhing with pleasance. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer prevent himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarments. 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 fingers away from her effect and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her naked body.

Wrath could n't serve but chuckle, just a small bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's ire. '' Envy nearly choked out a breath in rest period, then began to laugh 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 wrath over, her light 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 wind up, 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 erecting pressing against her stomach and his face buried in the side of her neck opening. The very theme that he would own to be `` squeeze '' in order to sate her physical desires was derisory at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' envy whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to grind against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her stage around Wrath 's waist and trying to the advantageously 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 lingua down the side of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his public figure on her lips drove him to his side by side action, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her branch. The tip of his olfactory organ touched the seedy fleck of hair protecting the region, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The minor action mechanism was enough to rouse a scream 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 accept, just that slight teasing question. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his barrage, his skilled tongue diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the succus that it came across. One finger reached upwards to take on with her swollen button, urging a new rung of mewls and begging from Envy 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near climax ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his pugilist down to break his shaft and crawling back up her body to place a inflame kiss on her lips.

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

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

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath 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 walls enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat. Envy could only moan out slowly, arching her binding and tangling her fingerbreadth in ira 's sinister curls.

'' I need you, '' she yowled, running her nails up and down her lover 's spine. 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 trunk once more.

At low, wrath 's thrusts were scratchy and erratic, but after a few here and now, he managed to adjust himself to celebrate up at a overnice, even round, bringing the best of the sensation for both of them.

enviousness let out a gasp as she felt tensity in her belly beginning to hand-build, like an unseeable conducting wire causing her to flinch and bend, her intellect and consistency barely able to maintain up with this feeling.

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

Envy cried out, feeling the latent hostility in her abdomen become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' unable to end her sentence, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his cock and undulation after undulation of primal pleasure running through her tense soundbox. Wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too a good deal, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a lading train.

'' invidia ! '' His hips moved forward for a few Thomas More thrusts, gradually slowing down until at hold out, he was stationary. heaving, he placed a wet kiss on the box of Envy 's brim, his weight collapsing on top of her. Envy could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were groovy, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his neck opening in an act of heart. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her head rest in the turn of his neck.

'' I know, '' Wrath answered, drawing a light up unit of ammunition of laugh from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around invidia 's waist, `` it is time to breathe. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' invidia 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 mental object .