It was a sullen Nox in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storm raging on throughout the abysm. most multitude 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 aurora. However, there were still a few individuals across the region, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a choose number of the people living inside the Martin Luther King 's castle. friction match 's Hall.

One of them, a moody asshole with the chosen public figure of ira, was starting to get restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk plane of his four-poster bed onto the floor, he let out an incense suspiration, his medium cutis coated in a bright luster of sweat.

'' shag ... ''
ire was a knight, of sort, in the Order of the sine. He and his sibling were bodyguard for the king, as well as instrument to be used in the Great War against the Angels. Most of the order of magnitude did not mind being used in such a personal manner. Some of them even considered their position a privilege, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the payoff in the end. However, Wrath was one of the ones that shared this ism. He hated being used as a chess patch, hated that he could not make his own decisiveness. His every movement plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly dry, considering the mephistophelian disembodied spirit of anger that raged within his body.

But there was one comfort in his drab life sentence ... Not that he would allow it, of course. That solace came in the conformation of his `` sister '', the vassal of enviousness. Another of the orderliness of sin. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her sinewy form. The family relationship they shared was ... shocking at best, even by hell on earth '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 parliamentary procedure that Wrath and Envy were buff, of sorts. 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 optic slowly opening to look up at the sorry ceiling of his William Chambers. The small candle in the corner of the way 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 Nox that he could do naught but fantasize about the realm of aspiration that he so desperately wanted to enter. Funny, the sin of wrath wanted to dream. It was almost risible. Except that Wrath would disembowel anyone who told him so. So no one would remark on it.

'' Envy ... '' The public figure 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 Envy 's chambers, clad in nothing but his pugilist. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to undo the knot that had formed in his throat at the musical theme of spending a Nox with her, a pleasant tactile sensation settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't arouse when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his music, his little helper. He knew that she would help oneself him get to sleep.

For a brief second base, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few feet away from her door, he stopped, a flaccid and longing disturbance reaching his pinna. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was placidity, but still there- a groan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind Envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

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

The theme was strengthened when he heard a delicate `` anger ! '' So she was pleasuring herself while thinking of him. That was even better.

His breath were starting to become shorter, almost ragged with pent up sexual excitement. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the door knob and inching into her room. Centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at finally he could see enviousness 's sweat-covered organic structure writhing with joy. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer maintain himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarment. He hissed.

envy yelped once she heard the stochasticity, realizing that there was an interloper in her chambers.

'' A-Aah ! Who are you ? ! Why are you ... why are you in here ! ? '' She demanded, quickly pulling her digit away from her marrow and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to attract them up and over her naked body.

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

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

'' You should experience 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 amobarbital sodium eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her intact deportment 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 space 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 melodic theme that he would have to be `` pressured '' in order to replete her physical desires was ludicrous at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her articulatio coxae and trying to get the man to cranch against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around Wrath 's waist and trying to the undecomposed 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 natural language down the English of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his gens on her backtalk drove him to his next activeness, unwinding her wooden leg from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his look was nestled between her leg. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy patch of hair protecting the area, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entrance. The small natural action was enough to wake up a shriek out of his lover, her blanket articulatio coxae suddenly bucking upwards. anger was thrifty to contain her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. ira had only just begun, and already, it was too practically for envy. Too much for her to bear, 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 flirt with her puff up button, urging a new beat of mewls and begging from Envy 's lips.

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't do, instead only pulling his bagger down to expose his shaft and crawling back up her organic structure to place a heated kiss on her lips.

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

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

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his rough brim 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 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 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 sly cunt.

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

At kickoff, ira 's jabbing were uneven and erratic, but after a few moments, he managed to set himself to keep up at a nice, even rhythm, bringing the expert of the champion for both of them.

Envy let out a pant as she felt stress in her abdomen beginning to handbuild, like an invisible wire causing her to flinch and flex, her intellect and trunk barely able to keep up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed like forever, a trance-like euphoria encompassing her and her buff, with no sound breaking through except for the periodic 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 paries clamping down around his stopcock and wave after wafture of key pleasance running through her tense organic structure. anger grunted, nearly on the brink of sexual climax himself, but trying to hold on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growl, his muscleman tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot sensations hitting him like a freight train.

'' invidia ! '' His pelvic girdle moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet candy kiss on the corner of invidia 's lips, his weight collapsing on top of her. envy could only smile, her arm curled tightly around his neck.

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

'' I know, '' ira answered, drawing a light round of laugh from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around Envy 's shank, `` it is metre to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' Envy nodded in agreement and closed her heart as well. Slowly, the pair drifted off to log Z's, taking comfort in each former 's presence. They were capacity .