The beauty of the hidden garden felt like a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. Yennefer looked at Tom, the man who had been a hurricane in her life, who now stood before her to collect his final payment. She knew there was no point in fighting. A battle of magic and steel would surely end in her humiliating defeat.
She had only one option left: to end this game on her own terms, as much as she could.
"You're right," Yennefer said, her voice calm in the silence of the garden. "A deal is a deal."
She walked slowly toward Tom, each step elegant and purposeful. She stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the strange aura of power emanating from him. Her elegant gown rustled softly as she moved.
"You want your victory," she continued, her violet eyes staring intently into Tom's. "You want to 'defeat' me and take your prize."
Tom just nodded, a faint smile on his face. He was enjoying how Yennefer was handling this. No tears, no pleading. Just stubborn resistance in a different form.
"But a fight with lightning and fire is too noisy for a place this beautiful," Yennefer whispered. She raised her hands, not to cast a spell, but to gently cup Tom's neck, drawing him closer. "There is another way to concede defeat. A much more... personal way."
"Show me," Tom replied, his voice low.
Their kiss began softly, a final exploration. But it quickly turned into something deeper, more demanding. Under the light of the timeless stars, among the glowing flowers, their clothes were discarded and left to fall upon the soft grass.
This was their final dance. Yennefer, in her last attempt to take control, led Tom. She pushed him to lie back, then with sensual movements, she began to explore his body. Her tongue traced every muscle on his chest and stomach, a deliberate act of worship.
Tom allowed it, enjoying the show. He could feel Yennefer's attempt to dominate through service, a clever tactic. As Yennefer was on top of him, Tom reached up and gently squeezed her breast, his thumb circling her hardened nipple.
A soft moan escaped Yennefer's lips. "Mmm… Oohhh…"
Tom smiled, then easily reversed their positions, now he was the one hovering over Yennefer. The sorceress looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desire. Tom lowered his head, his lips and tongue now exploring her body, giving special attention to her breasts, then moving ever lower.
"Darling," Yennefer whispered, her breath heavy as Tom's tongue traced a line down her stomach. "A little lower... that's it!"
When Tom's mouth finally reached the center of her pleasure, Yennefer arched her back, her fingers clenching the grass beneath her. She lost all her composure, surrendering to the pure sensation. When she could take no more, she pulled Tom up.
"Now," she hissed.
Tom positioned himself between her open thighs. "Oh, Tom..." Yennefer moaned as she felt the tip of his manhood touch her, their genitals already wet and ready.
He entered Yennefer with a single, powerful, deep thrust. Yennefer cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Deeper," she begged, her voice hoarse with passion.
Tom obliged, each of his thrusts deeper than the last. Their rhythm became one with the heartbeat of the timeless garden.
"Satisfy me," Yennefer panted, her hips moving to meet every one of Tom's thrusts. "Keep going… don't stop."
Sweat slicked their bodies, glistening in the magical light. Tom changed their position, his movements fluid and powerful, turning Yennefer over so he could take her from behind, deeper and harder.
"Faster," Yennefer screamed, as her climax neared. "I'm going to come!"
Her demand pushed Tom over the edge. With a low, savage growl, he drove forward with a final burst of strength. They both exploded together in a wave of pleasure so powerful it felt as if the raw energy of their relationship had finally been unleashed.
As dawn began to break, painting the sky in shades 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.