Victor looked around at the Regal Rock estate from the terrace battlements. There were seven towers, two reserved for key individuals the NWO wanted to protect. The guests included the Triumvirate billionaires Claire Holt, Rose and Carol Atelier, and Sebastian Damone, among others.
One of Victor's thousand gifts was superhuman vision. He could see far-off things on activation with an eagle's accuracy and an owl's night vision. Scanning the estate, he saw a female standing on the northwest tower's terrace.
Optimizing his eyes, Victor realized she was none other than Claire. The beauty was wearing a thin nightgown and was looking straight towards his building. Naturally, she couldn't see that far… But did Claire expect him to notice her?
Victor climbed the terrace's edge and kicked off with a gentle takeoff, covering over fifty yards airborne. He landed lightly on the northwest tower, skipping down to the terrace. The man stealthily approached Claire from behind.
"Ahem."
Claire jumped in fright and turned sharply around balling her fists to fight the intruder. Everyone had been cautioned earlier in the evening against assassins. Therefore, she was on edge.
"I give up," Victor said, raising his hands in surrender.
"You!" the beauty exclaimed with a mix of conflicting emotions. She was elated that he returned but was mad for giving her a scare.
Claire punched him repeatedly in the chest until her arms hurt. Out of breath, she stumbled forward and hugged Victor. "Where have you been? I was worried sick."
Claire's breasts pressed against him, and he could also feel her legs touching his. "I was just pursuing my hobbies. Nothing major."
The beauty giggled and pushed him away. "I didn't know you had a sense of humor. Normally, you're so cold and distant."
Victor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You may be right. I used to have so many unnecessary self-imposed restrictions. Burdens. Now, I feel liberated."
Claire raised an eyebrow. There was something different about him today. "I guess you've grown and become a better version of yourself. See, even a perfect man like you has room for growth. Did I have a good influence on you?"
"Maybe…"
"I heard you saved Carol. How is she-"
"I don't want to talk about her," Victor interrupted. "I am with you tonight." He stepped back and regarded the billionaire goddess in her entirety. Her moniker wasn't given out of jest; she deserved to be called a goddess.
Claire wore only a thin nightgown that barely covered her curvy body. Her voluptuous breasts heaved against the flimsy silk while the gown ended a few inches above her knees, giving a modest view of her smooth, shapely thighs.
Claire immediately felt Victor's bold stare and instinctively crossed her arms. "There's something different about you tonight. For the first time… You're really… Noticing me."
Victor offered her a disarming smile. "Do you want me not to?"
The beauty shook her head and stepped closer to him. "No. I've waited desperately to see that look in your eyes for me. But I am still confused. Does it mean what I think it means?"
Victor nodded silently, his dark eyes peering into her soul. Claire's eyes widened for a second, and she felt a shiver run up her spine. Her breathing quickened, and her cheeks turned red. Was she dreaming? Did Victor really want her?
"I don't know what to do…" she said, biting her lip.
Victor chuckled. "Aren't you the bold one between the two of us?"
The beauty giggled and nodded. She had waited a long time for Victor to let down his defenses. It was not the time to be shy.
Claire stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Victor's neck. She pulled his face towards her and kissed him on the lips.
The man kissed her back, and their tongues explored each other's. Claire jumped on Victor, and he caught and lifted her. They kissed in that position for minutes until the girl was breathless.
"I can't believe this is happening…" she murmured.
"I will convince you how real it is within the next few minutes…"
The couple's arousals climbed so quickly; the pent-up desire exploded so easily that they didn't want to bother with foreplay.
Victor let Claire down, and she quickly dropped her panties. She leaned over the terrace's parapet wall, waiting for him.
"I want you now!" She invited him, no longer able to control herself. Victor looked at her curvaceous body, lust creeping on him. He touched her waist and slipped down his hands to lift her nightgown.
Waaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaa! Regal Rock's siren blared. It meant the enemy army had been sighted.
"Fuck! Why right now?" Claire exclaimed, turning around with irritation. "We were just about to-"
Victor handed the beauty her panties and shushed her. "Hold that thought. We'll pick up where we left off once I return."
Waaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaa!
Claire smirked bitterly and nodded. "Don't go lightly on the fuckers and come back alive," she said, lifting her nightgown to flash her bush for a split second. "I'll be waiting."
Victor paused momentarily to take in the view, then turned sharply and leaped towards the war council room.