Gregory

[WARNING: This chapter contains mature R-18 content such as sex and violence. If you are uncomfortable about it, you have been warned.]

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"Aaaah... Gregory... Gregory!"

The woman under the man moaned in ecstasy as he continued thrusting himself inside her. The man had beautiful blonde hair and grey eyes, the woman unable to avert his gaze from him.

"Gregory..." She dug her fingernails on his back, feeling how deep Gregory is inside her. "Harder... harder... aaah!"

Gregory did as he was told. He went deeper and at the same time, faster, making the woman beneath her crazy as she arched her back.

"Damn... damn! Why are you this good? Nnngh!"

Gregory crashed his lips against her. He immediately intertwined his tongue with hers, completely shutting her up as she moaned against his mouth instead.

'Shut up,' Gregory thought. 'Just shut up!'

Gregory hated it whenever a woman is noisy and talkative while doing sex. As he felt himself reaching his climax, he then went more intense, the woman noisier than ever as she felt herself already in the brink of her orgasm.

"Aaah! Gregory! This is too much! This is too... a-ah!!"

The shift in the woman's voice change. From a shout to ecstasy, it now differed.

Right now, it was a shout of pain.

"G-Gregory..." The woman said his name as she felt something sharp against her neck. "What are you doing—aah!!"

The woman shouted in pain the moment she felt his fangs dug deep in her neck. With a strong, suckling sensation as well, she felt herself cold and hot at the same time as she felt rather different compared to before.

She thought she was having fun in pleasure. Why is it right now that she suddenly felt fear?

As if... she is being eaten—literally?

"Gregory..." The woman's voice is now laced with caution. "What are you doing? What are you?"

"Ugh... shut up..."

Gregory lifted his head from her neck, making the woman widen her eyes with what she saw.

Gregory looked rather angry. With his eyes that reflected frustration, the woman never expected his fangs to protrude sharply. Trails of blood were seen on his lips and on his fangs, drops of it falling on the breasts of the woman.

Right at this moment, it made her think if this is all possible—thinking that stuffs like this only happen in movies.

'Is Gregory... a vampire?'

"Now finally you're silent," Gregory commented, licking the bottom of his lips to get another taste of her blood. "But still... I want to suck you until you couldn't handle it anymore. Literally."

"N-no..." The woman aggressively shook her head, already hitting Gregory's chest as he adjusted himself on top of her. "No! No!! Please! Gregory, why would you do this to me? Why?! Aaah!"

Not listening to her, Gregory continued thrusting her harshly, now more powerful than he was a while ago. With his identity out of the bag, he knew that his superhuman strength could no longer be contained.

"G-Gregory! Enough! Please!!" The woman started bleeding below as well, the vampire not heeding her requests. "Why are you doing this to me? Why--!?"

"Why?" Gregory stopped midway, his voice harsher as he answered her question. "You think you don't deserve to be punished?"

Some tears escaped from the woman's eyes. With her wondering what Gregory meant, she kept silent, listening to the vampire's statement that broke her heart.

"You deserve this. You constantly cheat on your husband—you constantly take advantage of his kindness to the point that you even fool your children just so you could play around. And what evidence do I have? This. You—underneath me right now."

The woman widened her eyes, feeling violated of her body and of her privacy as she heard what Gregory had said.

"How dare you!? How dare you do this to me?"

The woman kept hitting his chest but Gregory was unfazed, only giving her an evil smirk as he looked down on her.

"Oh, you deserve this," Gregory commented, his voice cold as ice—his voice as cold as how he was treating her. "You deserve to die—and good thing I don't get punished for this. In exchange, I get pleasure. In exchange..."

Gregory then trailed his finger from her hip, to her torso, to her breast, then to her neck where he had sucked on her blood just a moment ago.

"I get food."

"Y-you!!"

Tears continued escaping from the woman's eyes as she desperately wanted to escape the man who had fooled her for being sincere of his feelings.

"You told me you loved me! You told me that you wanted me!"

"Well, touché..." Gregory chuckled, his next statement to her making it the last statement that the woman will ever hear. "It was also what you told to your husband. He doesn't deserve such shitty treatment from a bitch like you."

"No..."

Gregory inched in closer towards her neck, surprising her as she felt his fangs dig in her neck once more. She shouted as loud as she can, making Gregory savor how delicious her blood is with how violent and at the same time how weak she is under him.

As he continued sucking her blood while having sex with her at the same time, the woman's voice then ceased from screaming, Gregory now fully satisfied as he got the meal that he needed for the day.

***

Gregory went out of the house, adjusting his suit and necktie. The moment he stepped outside, a man with a cow head mask was leaning on the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You sure took your sweet time, Gregory."

Both of their eyes met, Gregory smiling at the man in front of him as he spoke.

"So impatient as ever, Amon."

"Shut up," the Grim Reaper immediately retorted, reminding them of their agreement. "I told you that you can help me in my responsibility of punishing people without me getting their souls with the use of my powers. But does it always have to be in this way?"

"Meh..." Gregory shrugged, totally indifferent. "Hotter and more fun this way. Sex and food? Why not?"

"Tsk... whatever."

Amon then proceeded to walk, Gregory following him as they journeyed through the streets this late evening.

"Next time you fuck, make sure you do it quietly."