The beauty of the hidden garden felt like a striking contrast to the tension hanging in the air. Yennefer gazed at Tom, the man who had become a storm in her life, who now stood before her to collect the final payment. She knew resistance was futile. A battle of magic and steel would surely end in humiliating defeat. She had only one option left: to end this game on her own terms, as best she could.
"You're right," Yennefer said, her voice calm in the garden's stillness. "A deal's a deal."
She walked slowly towards Tom, each step graceful and purposeful. Her elegant gown rustled softly as she moved, highlighting her alluring curves. She stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the strange aura of power radiating from Tom's solid body.
"You want your victory," she continued, her violet eyes locking onto Tom's, "You want to 'defeat' me and claim your prize."
Tom merely nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. He enjoyed the way Yennefer was handling this. No tears, no begging. Just stubborn resistance in a different form. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on Tom's forehead, and the muscles in his arms were visibly tensing, indicating a passion beginning to ignite.
"But a fight with lightning and fire is too noisy for such a beautiful place," Yennefer whispered, her voice husky with suppressed desire. She raised her hands, not to cast a spell, but to gently cup Tom's neck, pulling him closer. "There's another way to admit defeat. A much more... private way."
"Show me," Tom replied, his voice low and deep, resonant with the same desire.
Their kiss began gently, a final exploration. But it quickly transformed into something deeper, more demanding. Their lips clashed with hunger, tongues intertwining in an ancient dance full of passion. The mingled scent of sweat and Yennefer's intoxicating natural body odor filled Tom's senses. Under the eternal starlight, amidst the glowing flowers, their clothes were shed and left to fall onto the soft grass. Yennefer's plump breasts lifted, her already hardened nipples inviting touch.
This was their last dance. Yennefer, in her final attempt to seize control, led Tom. She pushed him to lie down, then with sensual movements, she began to explore Tom's body. Her tongue traced every muscle on his chest and abdomen, a deliberate act of worship. Her gaze was fixed on Tom's expression, enjoying her every move, his half-closed eyes indicating deep pleasure.
Tom allowed her, savoring the spectacle. He could sense Yennefer's attempt to dominate through service, a clever tactic. As Yennefer was above him, Tom reached down and gently squeezed her breasts, his thumb circling Yennefer's hardened nipples. Yennefer's soft breasts felt pliable in his grip.
A soft sigh escaped Yennefer's lips. "Mmm... Oohhh..."
Tom smiled, then easily reversed their positions, now hovering above Yennefer. The sorceress looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of defiance and desire. The pallor of her skin was now tinged with a rosy blush, further accentuating her intense facial features. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on her neck. Tom lowered his head, his lips and tongue now exploring Yennefer's body, paying special attention to her plump, uplifted breasts, then moving further down. He inhaled Yennefer's natural body scent, a sweet and salty intoxicating blend.
"Darling," Yennefer whispered, her breath heavy as Tom's tongue traced the line of her stomach. "A little lower... that's it!"
When Tom's mouth finally reached her center of pleasure, Yennefer arched her back, her fingers clutching the grass beneath her. Her vagina was already soaked, moistening the grass beneath her. She lost all composure, surrendering to pure sensation. Moan after moan escaped her lips, growing louder and more broken. Her breathing was ragged, signaling mounting passion. "Ah... ah... ah..." When she could take no more, she pulled Tom up.
"Now," she hissed, her voice full of command.
Tom positioned himself between Yennefer's parted thighs. His hard penis throbbed, ready to enter. "Oh, Tom..." Yennefer moaned as she felt the tip of his manhood touch her, their genitals already wet and ready. Her vagina pulsed, anticipating the coming penetration.
He entered Yennefer with one powerful, deep thrust. Yennefer screamed, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears of bliss possibly streaming down her temples. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the silent garden. "Deeper," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with passion.
Tom fulfilled her, each thrust deeper than the last. His hips collided with Yennefer's, creating an erotic sound of skin friction. Their rhythm merged with the beating heart of the eternal garden. Their bodies rubbed against each other, the warmth of their sweating skin intense.
"Satisfy me," Yennefer panted, her hips moving to meet Tom's every thrust. "Keep going... don't stop."
Sweat slicked their bodies, glistening in the magical light. The musky scent of their mingled, sweaty bodies filled the air. Tom shifted their positions, his movements fluid and powerful, flipping Yennefer so he could take her from behind, deeper and harder. Yennefer's rounded buttocks moved with Tom's every thrust.
"Faster!" Yennefer shrieked, as her climax approached. "I'm going to orgasm!"
Her demands pushed Tom over the edge. With a low, savage growl, he thrust forward with a final burst of power. His hard penis pumped inside Yennefer, feeling so full and satisfying. Yennefer's vaginal fluids slicked his penis as he moved with uncontrolled intensity. They both exploded together in a wave of pleasure so powerful, as if the raw energy of their connection had finally been unleashed. Tom's semen spurted out, flooding Yennefer's insides, some even flowing out between Yennefer's thighs, dripping onto the grass.
As dawn began to break, painting the sky with hues of orange and violet, they lay in silence. The game was over.
Tom felt the familiar sensation, a stream of information and power flowing into him.
[System Panel]
- Condition 'defeat target' has been met through total surrender.
- Target analysis complete. Unique ability detected.
- System Notification: 'Chaos Magic Manipulation (Sorceress)' ability has been copied. Slots filled: 3/6.
- Description: The ability to feel and control primeval magic (Chaos). Allows for the casting of various complex magic spells.
Tom now had access to magic. He glanced at Yennefer, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. Exhaustion, resignation, and perhaps a touch of sadness.
"That... was fun," Tom said. For him, it was the highest compliment.
He got up and put his clothes back on. He knew it was time to leave.
"You're leaving," Yennefer stated. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," Tom answered. "The game here is over."
He opened his mental panel. He had three powers now: Telekinesis, Spatial Teleportation, and his newly acquired Chaos Magic. The rule of travel was that he could only bring two. The choice was easy for him. He decided to sacrifice the magic ability he had just obtained. For him, the process of getting it was far more important than possessing it.
"Thank you for the dance, Yennefer of Vengerberg," Tom said. "You were my most interesting collection yet."
Yennefer could only watch as the air around Tom began to shimmer.
"Goodbye," Tom whispered.
And then, he was gone.
Yennefer of Vengerberg was left alone in the timeless garden, surrounded by silent beauty. She had gotten everything she thought she wanted, aided by an unimaginable power. But now, after the anomaly had left, she felt a strange emptiness. She had won, but she had also lost in the most fundamental way. And her life would never be the same.