Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 180: The Pervert [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Delphi leaned forward to pay the butcher for her parcel of meat, and as she did so, she felt a hand first squeeze her arse cheek, then give it a very firm, almost painful, pinch.

She tried not to squeal in surprise, figuring Alton was continuing with his bawdy theme for the morning.

But when she turned to admonish him, her mouth dropped open with surprise to see a swarthy, bearded stranger, leering down at her with dark, narrow eyes.

Taking advantage of her shock, he pressed himself firmly up against her pillowy softness, groping her breasts, and backing her up against the butcher’s display of meat.

"Oh!" she cried out, drawing up her hand to slap the man, but he grabbed her wrist firmly, almost like he was expecting exactly this move from her.

She shook her wrist, trying to free it from his steely grip.

"Let me go!" she cried. "Stop it! You’re hurting me!"

"Wife! How dare you raise your hand against me in public," the man scolded her.

People stared at them, as he raised his voice in anger.

The man slapped her cheek so hard her veil was knocked off, and her head swung hard to the right.

She quickly ducked to the ground, hiding her bared face with her arm, and hunting for her veil. An offence such as going uncovered like this could easily attract the police, or guards.

Alton leapt on the man, crash tackling him to the ground.

He punched the rogue repeatedly in the face, until Delphi heard a sickening crack of bones, and she cried out.

"Stop! Stop! Stop, please husband," she begged.

Alton put his mouth to the man’s ear.

"You fucking touch my wife again and I’ll kill you and your family! You’re lucky that was my fist and not my hammer! Now fuck off out of here. And if you so much as look at a guard, we can sit in front of the magistrate and see who has the marriage certificate and who’s just a fucking imposter."

He hopped off the man and gave him a kick in the ribs for good measure.

The man scrambled to his knees, holding his ruined cheek and glaring blackly at Alton.

Alton, who was helping Delphi resecure her veil, looked back to see the man’s evil stare and he strode back over to him menacingly.

"You want some more, do you? Because there’s plenty more where that came from. I haven’t even started having fun yet," he deliberately thumbed his hammer.

The man stood to his full height, which was almost eye-to-eye with Alton, still clutching his face. He was joined by another man, who looked so similar, that he could only be his brother. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"What’s happened here?" shouted the second fellow. "Why have you injured my brother?"

Delphi was beside herself with anxiety, as the ruckus started to attract a crowd.

She looked about desperately to see where the guards were. They didn’t seem to have heard the commotion yet, thank goodness.

She tugged gently at Alton, but he seemed to be shaping up to the brothers, who were braver now that it was two against one.

"I injured your fucking brother, because he touched my wife. Now you two can piss off, or I can dish out some more of the same knuckle sandwich if that’s what you’re after?"

Brenner suddenly appeared beside Alton, and the sight of the two large men armed with their toolbelts, and in Brenner’s case, a beard and tattoos that spoke of a rough class of person, the brothers backed down.

"You’re lucky I’m not suing you for what you’ve done!" the second man waved his fist uselessly at Alton.

"You’re lucky I’m not suing your brother for the crime of touching another’s man’s wife against her will," Alton roared.

"You left her unattended. What can you expect? An unchaperoned woman like that is like a piece of meat left out on the street without a cover. If the cats come and eat it, whose fault is it?"

"It’s the fucking criminal who touches a covered woman; that’s whose bloody fault it is you grots."

Brenner gripped onto Alton’s shoulders, holding him in place and whispering into his ear, "leave them General, we’re attracting too much attention".

The two brothers stalked off; the second man seemingly happy to have said his piece.

The scoundrel who’d touched her, leant back towards Delphi as he passed her.

"With tits and arse like that I can only imagine how good your pussy would taste," he drew his ugly tongue across his lips in an obscene gesture.

"With a face like that, the only pussy you’ll be tasting will be the girls at the brothel who do the mercy shags," she hissed at him.

Alton pulled his hammer from his toolbelt, and wrestled with Brenner to go after the man, but Delphi joined Brenner in dragging him away from the scene.

"Let it go, Alton," she spoke into his ear. "He’s not worth it, and we need to get out of here, now!"

They had certainly attracted way more attention than they wanted.

It was time to return to the safe-house and let two couples who hadn’t been involved in an altercation at the markets hit the streets.

The men helped Delphi gather up her shopping and chaperoned her and Loveday back to the safe house, taking the roundabout route, even though they really needed to be off the streets as soon as possible.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Alton pulled off Delphi’s veil and looked at her cheek.

"I’ll go and get you some ice for that, Delphi," said Brenner.

"That rotten little bastard! I’ve a good mind to go out and find him and finish what I started!" Alton snarled, before drawing her into a hug.

Delphi was dry-eyed. She was more shocked than hurt. As a consort, there was no chance in hell of her experiencing something like that from a stranger.

"Attitudes like that come from the Emperor and his pack of cronies," she said. "The fish rots from the head, as they say. That sort of thing probably happens to women all the time, we just never experienced it because we always had guards and eunuchs with us. It just makes me all the more determined to take Him down!"