<b>-Long Ago-</b><br/><br/>His eyes watched her closely. The girl was pale, like ivory. Not a blemish in sight. She had a serious face with hard eyes but her smile was soft. Like the moon breaking through clouds. Victor seemed very at ease for an intruder caught in a noble's pond with naught but a duck to keep his modesty. Not that he bothered to. The duck likely wouldn't appreciate it, and he had a feeling the lady wouldn't either. He stretched out lazily, feigning indifference as the girl jumped up onto a stone, closer to his clothing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffffff">“Well, you’re in trouble now, mister. I don’t believe you’re a duck. Else you would have wings.” </span><br/><br/>This girl had spirit. Most would be on edge, even more would have averted their gaze from a man's lack of modesty. This one was the first to play. Maybe it was a trait inherent to a rich and powerful family. He'd have to find more of them. He slowly waded closer but the closer the got the more his mask was slipping. What was once a warm and inviting look had turned into something fiery and tempting. His muscles seemed relax but a cautious eye would see strength rippling underneath the skin, like a serpent slowly coiling up before it strikes...and speaking of serpents, his seemed to begin to pay attention.<br/><br/>His eyes explored the woman's body as he confidently closed the distance. An obvious move in any other situation but a foolhardy one in this case. His desires had clouded his senses. Didn't pay attention to soft clicks the girl's feet made when she landed on stone. Didn't pay mind to the flickering air around the girl, like air over a hot stone. All he saw was dainty pale skin under a tight, red, and a fragile dress, and a very inviting slit asking to be abused. It would be wrong of him not to oblige.<br/><span style="color: #ffffff"><br/>
“I could sit here all day.”</span><br/><br/>Viktor eyed her hungrily.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Brave <span style="text-decoration: underline">and</span> beautiful? You're a gem. While I'm sure you've heard it from plenty of men, I imagine this must be the first time you've heard it from a duck.</span><br/><br/>Another step closer. Only waist deep now but still she lay just out of reach, almost as if on purpose. Unconsciously, he licked his upper lip, the serpentine fork of his tongue visible for too long a moment. Under a relaxed facade, his muscled tightened, ready. He could almost taste that treasure between those tight thighs.<br/><br/>Just one more step, his or hers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"You should join me. Feel for yourself if I have wings."</span><br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><b>-Currently...-<br/>
</b><br/><i><span style="color: #a64dff">OH FUCK!<br/>
</span></i><br/>Viktor dove forward as a man with glassy eyes grabbed at him from an alley and almost succeeded. Someone was losing their patience! Several centuries of experience in escaping sticky situations of all kinds wouldn't make him an easy catch though. His basket was almost full and that's what would matter if he was to turn this around. The click click click of powerful hooves had grown louder and much more rapid. His heartbeat followed in step. His hair was standing on end, it was as if lightning was striking all around him and hell, with a storm on his heels it might as well have been.<br/><br/>His running grew more and more frantic as he felt her hotter and hotter on his hooves. Rounding corners, through alleys, over walls, and through crowds. Many wouldn't be able to keep up with a man as slippery as smoke but Sheri was a determined gal. It was one of the reasons he respected her. It made her quite the intoxicating individual and pretty much the best partner for these games of tag he enjoyed, among other games.<br/><br/>As the succubus rounded one more corner, she was met with a narrow alley. One she knew that led to a dead end.The distance wasn't long, the path wasn't in any way obstructed. The path led to a courtyard and in that courtyard was a table for two. Flower petals, hastily strewn about the area outlined a path to a chair where a rather comfy pillow had been placed, slightly crooked. A pair of wine glasses graced the table, though one had a broken bottom and was held carefully in Viktor's hand. At least the wine bottle and plates were undamaged. As he was joined in the courtyard, a flick of a match lit the candle. Freshly prepared, pilfered, and placed on a platter at the center of the table was a roast duck.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"I wasn't quite expecting the reunion but I thought the whole gang should be here."</span><br/><br/>A tired smile danced on his lips as he tried to hide his rapid breaths and slow his pounding heart, though, the pounding wasn't all from running.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>