/Lemmon warning for that one... well, it's M-Rated so you know what's coming ^^ Also: This Story is hitting the 20K words soon and still only one Review? I don't know if thats good or bad... well whatever, have fun reading ;)
Ps: I have to say i have no experience in writing certain... "scenes" if you know what i mean... so this is kind of my first try, i hope it turned out good.
Chapter Six: Night
Still very confused Vladimir started to wander around the small forest. A calming wind blew around him, making the hot summer night rather pleasant. With no real target in mind he followed the trail.
His thoughts were disturbed when the Poro on his head started to move. It tapped on his head with its tiny paws, as if it wanted to tell him something. He looked up and saw what caused to Poro to be excited like this: a grey ball of fur levitated in the distance. It was the Lunari-Poro, Diana's pet. But what was the small creature doing out there at a time like this?
He could not tell if the flying animal had seen him, but slowly the Poro vanished in the maze of trees. Carefully silent he followed. Moving through the forest was harder than he had thought. To avoid the thorns and bushes in his way he turned into his Sanguine Pool to pass right through his obstacles. Making sure he didn't carry the Poro into a thorn hedge or something similar, he tried to catch up with the Lunari-Poro. To keep the Poro from drinking him again, he used a tentacle of blood to hold the little creatures mouth shut.
First he noticed the change in the air – a lake or a river must be nearby. Then he head the voice. A beautiful, yet lonely voice was singing somewhere in front of him. When he reached a small lake he saw her. The full moon was reflected perfectly on the calm waters surface like on a mirror. Even the wind had calmed down, as if nature itself had turned silent to hear the beautiful sound.
A lone white-haired woman was sitting on a stone far in the lake. Her pale figure and her long white hair glowed in the silver moonlight. She had her eyes closed as her beautiful voice filled the silence around her:
"Ask not the sun why she sets
Why she shrouds her light away
Or why she hides her glowing gaze
When night turns crimson gold to grey
For silent falls the guilty song
As day to dark does turn
One simple truth she dare not speak:
Her light can only blind and burn."
When Vladimir took his human form again he was pulled to the ground instantly. A brunette woman signaled him to be silent. Together they both watched the woman of the lake, who had stopped singing, but hummed a melanchonic melody. Vladimir could not believe that Diana was able to do something like this – the impression she gave of normally was totally different.
Leona next to him let out a silent sigh. "She loved to sing when we were little", she whispered to Vladimir, "But now she only shows her gift in solitude. Make sure she doesn't see you!"
The young man just nodded. He didn't want to soil the beauty that still lingered in the air with his voice.
Meanwhile the woman in the lake had turned silent. Vladimir could spot the Lunari-Poro floating towards its master. It sat down on the woman' shoulder and for a second it looked like the Poro was whispering something into the woman's ear. Well, Poro's couldn't talk so this must have been his imagination.
In the blink of an eye Diana had vanished.
"How long have you been here?", said a rather pissed voice from behind. Before Vladimir could turn around he felt something familiar jumping onto his head.
"You traitor!", said Leona to the grey Poro, "You sold us out!"
He didn't know if Poros could snicker in an evil way, but judging from the feeling and the sound coming from his head the Poro was obviously attempting to do so. What a sly little creature!
"I told you not to follow me! And why are YOU even here?"
Vladimir just pointed at the Poro's on his head, who had started a pushing battle again.
"But I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice...", Leona tried to defend herself, "You have not sung for me since we were kids!" Apparently talking about the past was no good idea. Judging by her facial expression she was about to kill the two – well, maybe she would not kill Leona, but Vladimir started to fear for his life. He could feel the Lunari's blood boiling with rage.
"You were so cute when you were little..."
Vladimir wished for the brunette woman to remain silent. His life was in danger here! He was not sure if he could his magic offensive right after he had lost so much blood.
There were People who could deal with compliments. Also there were people who could deal with being called cute by their lover. Diana was none of them.
Quickly Vladimir grabbed Leona's arm and started running. Barely they evaded Diana's Moonfall ability. Lucky for him the Radiant Dawn started running on her own, because he had not the power to drag her around.
Behind him he heard the sound of wood cracking
"Is she... *pant* always like this?", he asked Leona... running was surely none of his strengths. Luckily he could follow the path the Radiant Dawn created in the brushwood.
"Hmm she used to be like that", she said, "But I thought she had calmed down since you... helped us with getting back together."
"Well, it was Vi's idea... but I never wanted to use my magic for... certain things"
"Wait, so that was no side effect?"
Oh fuck. Sometimes he should really watch what he was saying.
Meanwhile the Poros on his head had the time of their lives. They cheered for the two running, as if they were running for a sport event. Suddenly Diana appeared in between the two and they had to split up. Vladimir tried to take control of her blood, but it was raging to violently for him use his weakened magic. Much to his fortune she hunted after Leona, causing the pale woman to vanish in the sea of trees. The Lunari-Poro floated away, following it's master.
Completely exhausted he laid down at a nearby tree. Well, at least he was save now. But now that Leona knew that he had used his magic back then, she would surely like to have a little... talk with him. There were rare occasions when people came to him for revenge after he had used his magic on them. Most of them were not really happy to see him.
Shuddering he remembered LeBlanc coming for him after he had used his magic on her during a political disagreement. That was when he had met the woman for the first time and he didn't know of her powers. After she suddenly ambushed him shortly after, he swore to never mess with her again. He could still feel the pain that the illusions had inflicted to his mind. Maybe he should just evade the Radiant Dawn for now.
After some time he found a trail he could follow back to the mansion. He would just shower and go to bed. After he had refreshed himself and turned his outfit into something that was more comfortable to sleep in he re-entered the bedroom. He had not payed attention to the bed when he was in his liquid form, so he was surprised by the sight in front of his eyes. Everything was floating! Pillows, blankets... and Syndra was in the middle of it reading a book. A dark sphere emitted a weak purple light, strong enough to use for reading, but weak enough to not disturb the other two that were already sleeping. She was wearing a purple-black nightgown that looked really good on her. Vladimir had some difficulties to keep his mind from wandering towards rather... immoral thoughts.
Vel'Koz was unaffected by the magic, so he slept on the bed, with his tentacles spread everywhere. The boy on the other hand was sleeping mid-air next to the mage, innocently cuddling towards her side.
Vladimir could not suppress a slight hint of jealously, but he could not understand why he would feel something like that. The mage saw him and included him into her magic spell. Without any real control over his body he floated next to her.
"You have a good taste when it comes to playthings", she said as she took a look at Ezreal's sleeping face.
"He is not my...", Vladimir tried to answer but Syndra interrupted him: "So can I have him?"
"No!" The young man did not know why his voice sounded all resolute all of that sudden.
"Well whatever", said Syndra as she let her book float towards a nightstand, "It must be hard for him..."
Vladimir did not knew what she tried to say and gave her a confused look.
"He's so young...", she said as she caressed the young boys hair, "The only one younger than him is Annie... and she's only here because she's a pyromaniac psycho."
She was right. He was far younger than most of the champions. And those that were close to him in age were a completely different story: Lux for example had served in the demacian military since she was a little girl. You could not compare that to a rather normal teenager who liked to wander around.
Vladimir had never thought of that, but now he felt sad for the boy. Suddenly getting summoned and being asked to fight gruesome death-matches with the most powerful and twisted beings in the world was not something he would wish for a young and innocent boy like him.
"I heard he lost his parents at an early age", he said, not knowing why remembered such details now,"His uncle raised him... you know that cranky shopkeeper from the howling abyss."
Suddenly Syndra had an even more sad look in her eyes than before. She caressed the boys head one more time, then she lowered him on the bed, somewhere between the tentacles of Vel'Koz. Awkward silence filled the room that was suddenly disrupted from outside noise.
The door of the next room was slammed open and they could hear voices. They could not understand the words, but he did recognize the voices of Diana and Leona. So they owned the room next to them.
Slowly the words turned into moans and the walls were thin enough so they could hear the two women making out perfectly.
Somehow the silence in the room turned even more awkward. First they tried to wait until their neighbors were exhausted, but after some time it was obvious that these two would not stop until dawn.
Syndra changed the flow of he magic. He dropped a little bit while she hovered above him. Black spheres attached to his arms and legs, making it impossible for him to move.
"What are you doing?", he asked, scared by the Dark Sovereign's sudden actions
With a hungry look in his eyes she purred: "Playthings have the right to remain silent"
She floated closer to his face until he could feel her warm breathing on his skin. The she kissed him. Never had one kissed him so violently (actually it was the first time that SOMEONE had kissed him), so the young man had trouble keeping his composure. He had already kissed her back for a moment, just following the flow. He tried to use his magic on the mage, but he couldn't... mostly because his body did not even WANT to get rid of the mage. His blood was going into strange places again and he could no longer control it. Using his Sanguine Pool was out of the question now.
Syndra was really amused by how bothered the man was from just this one kiss. His attempts to keep his composure made the the grin on her face even go wider. She had found a really interesting plaything.
She kissed him again, this time with more passion. This caused Vladimir to loose his resistance completely. He kissed her back while her hands wandered around his body. There were places feeling good that were not supposed to feel good, but the Crimson Reaper could do nothing to defend himself.
"What's with that look, Reaper?", Syndra said when she stopped kissing him, "Is this your first time with a woman?"
"Is that important?", he asked with a rather embarrassed expression on this face. Little did he know that this response would fire up the mage even more. She summoned dark spheres that ripped his clothing into shreds, that turned into a red mist and merged with his skin.
Fascinated Syndra watched the process. "So all your clothing is made of your blood?", she asked Vladimir who just responded with a nod, "Well that means you are basically naked all the time. Oh my, what a perverted little plaything I have here."
He had never thought about it like that. Trying to correct the Sovereigns statement he tried to speak, but she sealed his mouth again with another kiss. Her hand were wandering over his bare chest right now. Since when had his skin turned this sensitive?
Syndra's head moved down his neck, kissing every piece of skin gently she came by. The, suddenly, she bit him gently. That's when Vladimir learned that even the neck could be a rather sensitive area. A surprised moan escaped from his mouth.
"Oh my, how cute!", she teased him. The young man just remained silent in embarrassment. He did not expect that Syndra would take this as a challenge. Gently her fingers and mouth wandered around his body, trying to create more of these certain sounds.
Vladimir could control himself, but only until the woman reached his more private areas. While her hand touched him gently down there, her body floated back up so she could have a good look on his face. He tried to preserve a neutral expression, but he failed when the mage stroked his member even more eagerly. How could one be so gentle and yet so forceful?
He felt like a pressure was building up inside him. But suddenly Syndra stopped him with an iron grip. "No, not yet plaything, we are not finished yet", she said with a hint of sadism in her voice. That scene repeated itself several times, until Vladimir wished for nothing else than to be released by her.
"If you want something you have to beg for it", Syndra purred delightful, "Come on, I know you can say it."
She wanted to destroy his pride completely. Usually Vladimir would have blasted the woman away now using her own blood to give her the worst pain she had ever experienced, but after all this time at the Sovereign's mercy he could not refuse.
"Please", he whispered, his pride shattered, "Let me come..."
"Mistress!", she ordered
"Please let me come, mistress.", he begged her again
Pleased with his answer the woman caressed his face and gave him a short kiss. Then she removed the panties she had worn beneath her nightgown. Before Vladimir realized what she was doing, she had lowered her body on his own. He felt her warmth and her wetness as he intruded her body. Syndra let out a pleased moan as she started to move her hips. A wave of pleasure drowned the reapers mind as his body took over: he started to move in the same rhythm as her.
The dark spheres restricting his movements had vanished, so he could have escaped, but he didn't care. His mind was blank now, only filled with lust. Passionately he embraced her as she rode him even faster. Now she was using her hips in a way that was driving him insane, so he could just throw back his head in pleasure.
He did not remember his long they kept going like this. Her moans, her scent, everything about her was driving him crazy now. He just could not get enough of her. With an even louder moan he came, but for Syndra they had only started now. Not being able to refuse the Sovereign,Vladimir let his mind drown even more in pleasure.
When he woke up he was alone – and quite exhausted. Judging by the sun it had to be noon already. A tiny dark sphere hovered in front of his eyes. On it there was something written: Thank you Instantly the orb vanished without a sound.
Recalling the memories from last night, he turned bright red. But then something else caught his attention: something was off with the light. He looked out of the window, but where he had expected green hills and a forest, there was now the endless sea and a beach.
What in the world...?
