It was a shadow nighttime in the astuteness of Hell, the wind ululation and storm raging on throughout the abysm. nigh people were asleep, save the handmaid and, quite possibly, the tyke that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the dayspring. However, there were still a few individuals across the kingdom, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select phone number of the people living inside the baron 's castle. Beelzebub 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills SOB 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 ordinary skin coated in a brilliant sheen of sweat.

'' Fuck ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of kind, in the purchase order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguard for the Riley B King, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the saint. to the highest degree of the Order did not listen being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their status a prerogative, one that, while at multiplication could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, ire was one of the ones that shared this school of thought. He hated being used as a chess composition, hated that he could not make his own decision. His every move plotted out for him, only being a mean to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the rascally spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim biography ... Not that he would include it, of course. That solace came in the form of his `` sister '', the vassal of Envy. Another of the Order of Sins. A little smirk played upon his backtalk at the thinking of her powerful form. The relationship they shared was ... disgraceful at beneficial, even by Hell 's criterion. 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 lover, of sorts. unneeded, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said nada about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath 's rough lips, his center slowly opening to look up at the gloomy ceiling of his sleeping room. The small candela in the corner of the room made for a saltation light to depend 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 region of dreaming that he so desperately wanted to enrol. funny remark, the sin of ira wanted to woolgather. It was almost comical. Except that Wrath would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would point out 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 hallway towards envy 's chambers, clad in null but his boxers. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an attempt to loosen the air mile that had formed in his throat at the theme of spending a night with her, a pleasant feeling settling in the pit of his tum. 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 little helper. He knew that she would facilitate him get to sleep.

For a brief second, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few foot away from her doorway, he stopped, a soft and longing stochasticity reaching his capitulum. His oculus narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was tranquil, 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 heat pool in the pit of wrath 's belly, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his buff touching herself so intimately.

The idea was strengthened when he heard a diffused `` anger ! '' 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 threshold boss and inching into her room. centimeter by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at last he could see Envy 's sweat-covered organic structure writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer restrain himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his unmentionable. 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 marrow and grabbing wildly at the bed sheets to pull them up and over her nude body.

wrath could n't help but chortle, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's ira. '' enviousness nearly choked out a breath in relief, then began to express joy softly.

'' You should make said that before ! You scared the living day out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned ira over, her light up low eye looking him up and down. When they landed on his foreplay, she let herself inhale, her intact demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her lip lachrymation just a bit, `` you can fall in me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely wound up, but, you know ... I 'm not going to pressure you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' Wrath laughed and then closed the length 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 English of her neck. The very thought that he would have to be `` pressured '' in order to satiate her physical desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' Envy whined, bucking her hips and trying to get the man to drudge against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her wooden leg around ira 's waist and trying to the advantageously of her power to get some clash. Once she succeeded, Wrath let out a grunt.

'' If you 're that desperate for me, I suppose I have to delight you, then, '' he purred, running his hot tongue down the face of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her lips drove him to his side by side actions, unwinding her wooden leg from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his face was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nose touched the seedy patch of hair protecting the sphere, and he chuckled, probing with his natural language at her entrance. The small action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his lover, her all-encompassing hips suddenly bucking upwards. Wrath was careful to retain her down.

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

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

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her come on climax ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't answer, instead only pulling his boxers down to let on his shot and crawling back up her body to place a ignite kiss on her lips.

'' Get your wooden leg around me, '' he commanded. Envy could only comply, once more hitching her ramification around his waist. anger grunted, taking one of his hands and using it to position the head of his turncock at her core.

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

'' Shhh ... '' ire silenced her by pressing his rough sassing 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 breathing space 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 fan 's book binding. The natural action seemed to spur him on, and all at once, he was slamming his rosehip forward against hers, driving himself in and out of her slick cunt.

Envy groaned, the animal joy building up in her inflect body once more.

At first, wrath 's driving force were uneven and erratic, but after a few moments, he managed to correct himself to go on up at a nice, even musical rhythm, bringing the honest of the sensation for both of them.

Envy let out a pant as she felt tension in her venter beginning to coil, like an invisible conducting wire causing her to flinch and flex, her intellect and body barely able to keep up with this feeling.

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

envy cried out, feeling the tension in her abdomen become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' unable to finish her time, she shrieked, her walls clamping down around his shaft and wave after wave of primal pleasure running through her tense body. Wrath grunted, nearly on the brink of orgasm himself, but trying to have on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too lots, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his germ, the white sensations hitting him like a freight train.

'' enviousness ! '' His hip joint moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. trousering, he placed a wet candy kiss on the corner of Envy 's brim, his weight collapsing on top of her. invidia could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

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

'' I know, '' anger answered, drawing a lightheaded 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 concord and closed her middle as well. Slowly, the distich drifted off to sleep, taking puff in each other 's front. They were content .