At Paladin's main headquarters, a modern fortress hidden from the world, designed as a death trap for any Jumper. However, it wasn't designed to handle Tom Jacker. He slipped through every layer of security like a ghost and chose to appear in the main command center.
Roland Cox and his deputy, Seraphina, were analyzing data when Tom Jacker suddenly materialized in the middle of the room, casually perched on the holographic projection table.
"Nice control center," Tom commented. "A bit too grey for my taste, but functional."
Alarms blared. Dozens of elite Paladin guards stormed the room. Roland Cox glared at Tom with pure hatred. "Abomination! You dare show yourself in this sacred place!"
The fight was a demonstration. In less than a minute, all resistance was neutralized. Tom trapped Roland Cox in his own command chair by twisting the surrounding metal into a suffocating cage. Only Seraphina remained standing, pistol in hand, staring at Tom with an unreadable expression. She was a tactician, and she knew when a battle was over even before it began.
Tom jumped off the table, approaching the trapped Roland. "You see, Roland? You spent your life hunting ghosts. The problem is, the real ghost came to hunt you."
Ignoring Roland's fanatical curses, Tom turned to face Seraphina. "He's done. Your organization is done. But you..." Tom looked her up and down, assessing her. "You're different. You don't fight out of blind hatred. You fight because you think it's the logical move. I appreciate that."
"What do you want?" Seraphina asked, her voice cold and steady.
"I always get what I want," Tom replied. "And right now, I'm the new king of hunters. The question is, what should I do with the remnants of the old kingdom?" He drew closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I'm giving you a choice, Commander Seraphina. You can die uselessly like your fanatic leader, or... you can show your fealty to the new king."
Seraphina met Tom's eyes, which were filled with chaos and absolute power. She glanced at Roland raging in his twisted throne. Her logic and survival instinct took over. There was no victory in death here. But perhaps, there was a future in surrender.
With a slow, calculated movement, she placed her pistol on the floor. "A wise warrior knows when they are defeated," she said, her voice softer than before. "And they know how to serve a new leader to ensure survival."
She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Allow me to show you... my fealty."
Tom didn't answer. He simply smirked, the grin of a predator who had found intelligent prey. With a slight nod, he gestured to the large, cold holographic projection table where he had been sitting. The command was clear, wordless, and absolute.
Seraphina understood the command instantly. This wasn't a request; it was a coronation of the new king. With the composure of a soldier accepting her fate, she walked to the table. Roland's frantic screams from within his cage became ironic background music to her surrender. She placed both palms flat on the cold, smooth surface of the table, then bent over, presenting herself in a position of ultimate subservience. This was a tactical move, not a passionate one. A vow of fealty in its most primal form.
Tom approached from behind, his movements unhurried yet filled with an aura of possession. He didn't tear at her clothes; he simply moved them aside with cold efficiency, exposing pale skin under the sterile command center lighting. He gripped Seraphina's hips firmly, an assertion of control.
As Tom entered her, Seraphina held her breath, her teeth clenched tight. The sensation was potent, a complete invasion, but she made no sound. She was a commander, and even in her surrender, she maintained her discipline. The only betrayal of her composure was her whitened knuckles as she clutched the edge of the table. Her vagina was wet and enveloped Tom's hard penis, each thrust creating an erotic wet sound.
Tom's rhythm was strong, steady, and dominant. This was not an act of fiery passion as in another world; this was an assertion of power. Each thrust was his stamp of ownership over her, and through her, over the entire Paladin organization. In the middle of a room filled with advanced technology, in front of the helpless and furious old leader, their act was conquest in its rawest form. Tom was the conqueror, and Seraphina, in her tactical wisdom, was the first spoil of war who shrewdly surrendered herself to become queen. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on Seraphina's forehead and along her exposed back, highlighting the tension in every muscle, and her natural body scent mingled with Tom's potent masculine aroma.
The climax was a quiet affirmation. A low grunt of satisfaction from Tom, and Seraphina's body stiffened for a moment as an unbidden, unavoidable wave of pleasure washed over her. The oath had been sealed in flesh. Tom's gush of semen flooded Seraphina's insides, marking the peak of his conquest.
Tom withdrew, his movements as practical as when he began. He stepped back as Seraphina slowly straightened, adjusting her uniform with controlled movements, her face expressionless though her breathing was slightly ragged. She turned to face her new king, standing ready, awaiting his next command.
Tom stood, his expression satisfied. He felt the familiar sensation of the System.
[System Panel]
- Condition 'defeat target' has been met through strategic surrender.
- System Notification: 'Peak Tactical Intellect' ability has been copied. Slots filled: 4/6.
- Description: The cognitive ability to instantly analyze battlefield variables and formulate optimal strategies.
Tom glanced at Seraphina, who now looked at him with a complex mix of emotions in her eyes. Fear, resignation, and perhaps a flicker of curiosity.
"You learn fast," Tom praised. He then looked around the room. "Although, I have to admit, being king is boring."
He had gotten everything he wanted from this world. The power of teleportation, and a useful little bonus. His game was over.
"This place is yours now," he said to Seraphina, as if handing over a used toy. "Do whatever you want with it."
He opened his mental panel, looking at his four current powers: Telekinesis, Invisibility, Spatial Teleportation, and Peak Tactical Intellect. The System gave him the option to keep two abilities to carry to the next world. The choice was difficult, but ultimately clear. The combination of the power to move anything and the ability to be anywhere was too perfect a foundation to give up.
With a slight sense of regret for having to release useful abilities, he chose to sacrifice Invisibility and Peak Tactical Intellect.
"Well, partner. This is goodbye," said Tom.
"Wait... where are you going?" Seraphina asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Away," Tom answered simply. "Looking for a new game."
Without another word of farewell, Tom Jacker activated his Dimensional Travel ability. A distortion in the air began to form around him, pulling at space and time. He vanished from sight, leaving Seraphina alone in the midst of her shattered and newly formed kingdom, forever changed by the mad king who had reigned for only a moment.