Punish Me, Then (R18)

Gregory's POV 

 Our swords were bloodied, and our armor looked as if red paint was dripping from it. I felt alive. 

Ever since I had my first taste of killing at the battle of the village months ago, I was hooked. The power it gave me was beyond comprehension, and I had craved it. 

I inhaled; my eyes closed like I was smelling a flower. Metallic is a lovely scent. 

"Sir Gregory? What would you like us to do?" I heard Santos be the one to reluctantly ask. 

I opened my eyes, taking in the scene around me. 

Not everyone was dead, I'm not a complete brute. I allowed those that hid, ran, or surrendered to live; except for the ones to be banished anyways. I only allowed them to surrender. 

At least 20 bodies littered the street, temporarily dyeing the road red. My eyes darted to where the woman who started it all was, and she was on the ground, supporting her deceased husband's body upon her lap; cradling his head. 

"Do you see what actions do?" I asked her, having joined her once more, though refusing to do anything but stand above her; the blood of my enemies dripping upon her head. "You spoke. Nothing happened to save anyone. In fact, your words brought them to their death." 

She looked up at me, baring her teeth with anger, "fuck you, you fucking piece of shit," she hissed. 

I smiled at her, "as you wish." I turned my back to her to face my men. "She wishes to grab something from her home, to remember her husband by. I shall accompany her. In the meantime, finish collecting the bodies as well as the ones on the list, loading everyone into the carriage." My men nodded, facing away from me as they continued their duties. 

"I shall listen to a widow when she's in distress," I smirked, staring back down at her before yanking her up by the arm, tossing her husband's corpse like a rag doll. 

As she steadied herself, she began to walk with me towards her home only a short distance away. 

"Why are you doing this?" She questioned me as we neared her home. 

"No reason," I began, opening the door and tossing her inside as I joined her, slamming the door shut behind me. "Other than fuck the royal family." Her eyes widened with fear. 

"What?" 

"My wife doesn't love me because of the fucking prince," I took my helmet off, setting it down on the kitchen table. "My wife had his bastard for fucks sake. Thank the heavens my grandmother convinced her to take the drink, otherwise I'd still be a mere night guard." I took my armor chest piece off, placing it next to my helmet. As I looked up, however, I made eye contact with a familiar face in the window. 

I instantly drew my sword, piercing the heart of the woman in front of me without a second thought, before dashing outside as the person darted from me. My training, even with half an armor set weighing me down, still allowed to catch up with them before they got too far. 

In fact, it almost looked as if they simply wanted to hide from others, not me. I found them behind the woman's house. 

"Edith?" I questioned, looking around to be sure no one was able to see us. The house was furthest back from the ones near it; no one would be able to spot us. 

"What are you doing?" she frantically whispered. "If Adeline finds out-" 

"She won't though, will she?" I warned, my bloodied sword still drawn. 

Her eyes, fearless, only looked at it like it was a toy. "Of course not..." She smirked, "for the right price." 

"Price? I don't accept bribes," I began to close the gap between her and me, the tip of my sword stopping on her chest, breaking the skin. "I could kill you now and have no one to interfere." 

"You could," she began to remove her dress, "or you can accept my bribe." Her dress dropped to the ground, revealing her beautiful, naked body. I felt my dick begin to throb, held down by my armor. 

"Now, why would you offer such a reward?" I lowered my sword, dropping it to the ground as I completely closed the gap between us, her soft breasts pressing against my body as I kept her close with a tight grip on her waist. 

"Why hesitate now?" she inquired sarcastically as she slipped her hands down the front my pants. 

She was right. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me, and only Adeline was in our way, but at the same time I loved Adeline. "You could've easily outed her before the vows, before she even walked down the aisle." She started to nibble my neck as she continued to rub my dick. "I could've been your wife, not some bitch prude who thinks she's better than everyone." 

I placed a hand around her neck, and began to squeeze it, pushing her away as I held her. "Do not talk about my wife like that," I snapped, before letting her go. 

She coughed a few times, rubbing where I had nearly strangled her. "Then punish me for it," she teased. 

I chuffed, dropping my pants as I toppled her, causing our bodies to crash to the soft earth in a feral, lustful embrace. 

As I choked her just enough to keep her conscious, she began to scratch at my back; though not of fear, but of pleasure. The pain turning us both on more. 

I twisted her body around as I did my wife just the night prior, placing one hand on her head as I pinned it into the grass, my other rested on her back as I fucked her like a bitch. 

"I'll get rid of Adeline, and you will be mine." I promised her, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body as I filled her with my hopeful children.