Chapter 7: The wrong feeling

This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.

The Dark Sovereign was floating on her bedroom's balcony as if sitting on an invisible chair, watching the sunset whilst pondering about her last meetings with her victim. Torturing and humiliating Irelia was a delightful occupation for the young mage, naturally. The shame and embarrassment flushing the warrior's face every time she was helplessly toyed with was thrilling.

Yet for some reason Syndra wasn't satisfied with just torturing her. She wanted to own Irelia, make her a slave, a plaything - her plaything. But the warrior didn't give in, she never did. Of course she followed Syndra's orders, sometimes more, sometimes less reluctant. She took all the pain and humiliation until bittersweet tears started running over her red cheeks, gasping for air when her torturer's wet tongue licked them off her skin.

But it didn't feel right. Good, no doubt, but not right.

A frustrated groan escaped the mage's lips as she closed her eyes and massaged her temples, the headpiece resting on the armor stand beside her bed. This wasn't what she wanted… at least, not anymore.

Her dimly glowing purple eyes followed the sun's slow descent to the horizon, coloring the clouds in lovely shades of orange and purple. The landscape of Ionia seemed to be drowned in blood by the fading light, a stark contrast to the green fields and forests.

"Beautiful…" the Sovereign whispered to herself and suddenly remembered Irelia's naked form in front of her, sweat glistening in the dim light of the torture room. She was still down there, waiting in the dark, scared of her touch.

Syndra had spent almost an hour with her already, making her whimper in pain and humiliation, doing everything she was told just to keep her last bit of innocence. Of course Syndra could just take it anyway, play with her flower until it was tainted with sin, but she didn't want to.

She wanted her captive to give it to her on her own free will, but she was afraid of her - disgusted even. It made the dark mage furious and frustrated at the same time, tempting her to lash the whip at Irelia's flesh until that unwavering will of hers was broken.

No, she couldn't do that. With every "visit" the Will of the Blades paid her it had become harder to enjoy the screams of agony. This time Syndra hadn't even touched the whip, using her hands instead, wanting to feel the woman, make her quiver under her touch. But in the end she lost herself in the smell of her hair, the taste of her skin and her own thoughts of how beautiful this woman was.

Finally she had left her there, desperately needing a break herself. How come she couldn't hurt her anymore?


The door opened with a faint creak, shedding a bit of light on Irelia's body that was tied to the cross once again. Syndra walked towards her captive, noticing her muscles tense up in preparation for what was to come.

So intractable, the Sovereign thought, one hand absentmindedly brushing over the soft and unharmed skin of Irelia's back, tracing the spine all the way to the bottom. The warrior winced when her panties were tugged on ever so slightly.

"Don't worry, plaything…" Syndra whispered, removing the blindfold to look into her captive's eyes. Deep green met glowing purple, just staring at each other for a few seconds.

"You can go."

Irelia blinked. "What?"

Syndra started to undo the binds that kept the warrior's body bound to the frame. "You can go. I am satisfied for today."

Like hell she was.

Irelia`s eyes narrowed while she covered her breasts with her arms, rubbing her wrists to get the warmth back into her hands. "Is this a trick? M-my Sovereign?" she quickly added, fearing another punishment.

Syndra just took her chin with two fingers, brushing her cheek with the index finger. "No, it's not. I am tired and bored with you."

"Bored?" A bit of hope swung in Irelia's voice, shortly followed by guilt. Wait, why did she feel guilty? For not being entertaining enough for her torturer? Hardly.

Syndra sighed in exasperation, gesturing the warrior to follow her to retrieve her clothes and blades. "You should be happy, shouldn't you? You know where your things are, just leave."

Irelia grabbed her bra from a stool in the closet the Sovereign had left it on, closing it behind her back with mixed feelings. Was it a trick? Would the mage really let her walk or was it just a game where Irelia would find herself in a cage again, after tasting freedom? While the warrior bent forward to put her armor back on, she could feel purple eyes on her lower back. Her cheeks lit up.

Turning around, nestling with the buckles, she remained silent, a frown on her face.

"Stop glaring at me like that as if I'm trying to poison you. I told you, I'm bored." Syndra had crossed her arms under her breasts, impatiently tapping one foot on the floor. The noise echoed through the hallway.

"If you're so bored, why are you waiting for me to leave?"

"Well…that's because…" The mage's mouth remained open while she searched for a reason, closing it when she couldn't find one. At least, none she could tell without embarrassing herself. Growling in frustration, she turned around and left, every step shaking the castle ground. "Just LEAVE!"

Surprised by her reaction, Irelia gulped, the shaking slowly subsiding as the Sovereign went upstairs. Still, the uneasy feeling remained – she lied. Something was troubling her, hopefully nothing Irelia did.

But why do I care?


The sun was almost gone when Syndra sat on her balcony again. The landscape slowly turned grey, the last colors vanishing with the pale sickle of the moon beginning to provide the only light. In the distance she could see Captain Lito getting smaller, using her blades to get away from her as fast as possible.

Why couldn't she hurt her? It was infuriating!

The Sovereign pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on top of them. It had started so well. Why was it so hard to torture this woman?

Deciding to take a walk, Syndra got up on her feet, noticing how her usual subconscious floating had ceased. Pondering for a moment whether she should walk the long way or just levitate herself down, the mage resolved that the exercise would be good for her figure and began to make her way to her well-kept gardens.

While she walked through the vast corridors and listened to the echo following her every step, the emptiness she was so used to felt different. Normally the Dark Sovereign had her servants around - two maids and a butler who also tended to the gardens - but she had sent them home to be alone with Irelia. Even though they knew about their employer's... unusual free time activities, she didn't want them to see her torturing and toying with the Ionian Captain of the Guard. The maids were such lovely young women and the butler, while old, had a golden heart. No, Syndra didn't want any of them to have to carry the burden of seeing what happened in the locked room once a week.

As she reached the sliding door that led to her gardens, a smile crept on her face. The moon had come out behind the clouds and the waxing gibbon shone its pale light on the many flowers, giving them a slightly ghostly appearance.

The mage made her way towards a small patch of grass, surrounded by flowers and little lanterns that she lit using her magic before sitting down with crossed legs. Here she often meditated to calm her mind and control her power.

Assuming her standard position, Syndra closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax.

The purple glow of her eyes slowly faded away as the Sovereign's powers inside of her ebbed from a raging storm to a gentle breeze. Feeling the pressure of the arcane energy wear off, Syndra sighed and enjoyed the silence within her.

The mage certainly loved her powers and the feeling of might they gave her. But sometimes it was just...too much. When she was alone and sinking into her bed after a long day of studying books, managing her small kingdom with its servants, gardens, a surprising amount of mail and of course, after using her powers all day long, she felt worn and exhausted. It was comparable to sitting down with hurting feet after hours of wandering – accomplished, but tired.

As the constant pressure of her powers wore off, Syndra closed her eyes and enjoyed the mild breeze that played with strands of her white hair.

Irelia.

What was it that kept her from having fun with her like before? She certainly didn't feel anything for the warrior. That would be ridiculous. Still, the way she whimpered and frantically tried to keep her virginity was adorable. It made her belly tingle with a sadistic affection and she squealed like a little girl every time.

So maybe she just needed to be more...playful? Make her enjoy it a little? Then again, Irelia hated her for what she did. No matter what, unwanted pleasure, pain, even a rather intimate massage Syndra gave her was met with nothing but disgust.

As time went on, the Sovereign's thoughts drifted forth and back without finding a satisfying answer. Finally, she opened her eyes end got up, frustratedly walking up and down in her gardens.

"Why can't you just enjoy what I'm doing to you, plaything!" She yelled, kicking a small piece of wood that was laying around, hitting her toe in the process. Yelping and cursing rather unwomanly, the mage fell on her behind with a soft thump, examining the damage. Nothing that wouldn't heal in a few days, fortunately.

"Maybe she's not into feet." Said a deep, hollow voice behind her. Syndra didn't need to turn around to know who it was, but she floated up anyways, smoothing out her clothes with the purple glow back in her eyes.

"What do you want?" She snapped at the intruder.

The Master of Shadows stood leaning against a tree, arms crossed and the red glow of his mask's eyes hiding any emotion. Still, the mask somehow seemed to express its wearers feelings, and right now, the metallic face was very amused.

"Me? I just wanted to check up on you and your playmate. But it seems she left early, hm?"

The sarcasm in his voice made Syndra's blood boil, but she wasn't mad at him. He was as close to being a friend as was possible with her and she appreciated the company. Sighing, she gestured the ninja to follow her to a little wooden pavilion that housed a wooden table and a few chairs, as well as a tea set.

"So, what troubles the Dark Sovereign so much she reenacts a warrior kicking a helmet, yelling his lungs out?" Zed sat down in one of the chairs, resting one leg on his other.

Syndra said nothing while she prepared two cups of a sweet ionian blend, carefully choosing her words when she sat down with them.

"...She's resisting me."

The mask seemingly raised an eyebrow. "Of course she does."

"I mean...resisting me. Not what I'm doing to her. I don't know how to make her give in."

"Well, she might simply not be into women. Those girls exist, by the way." He lifted his mask slightly to take a sip. Syndra had tried to peek under it before, but he always used his shadows to hide his face.

Syndra snorted. "Believe me, she's reacting very well to my fingers. Her body, anyways. But no matter what I do to her, I can't break through that stupid, stubborn-"

"What are you doing to her? Do you remember what I told you about Akali and me? What makes our relationship a relationship?"

Syndra bit her lip.

"That's not the same thing."

"Is it not? She obviously hates you as much as she fears you, yet for some reason Miss Lito enjoys it, somewhere deep down. It was no different with Akali in the beginning. You know, before..."

"Yes, yes, before you became a happy abusive couple." Syndra interrupted him, waving her hand in annoyance.

Several months ago, when paying the Ninja a surprise visit, Syndra found him and the Fist of Shadow in an intriguing, but highly disturbing situation. It turned out the two had a secret relationship that originated from their times as master and disciple. Long story short, after Zed betrayed the Kinkou, the Fist of Shadow lost more than a Master. Yet still some of her feelings for Zed survived, buried under hatred and the wish for revenge. And years later, Zed decided to reclaim what was once his, meeting with the ninja in secret whenever they could.

The Master of Shadows pouted. "Hey, we're over the kidnapping thing. That's past. And it didn't work. Do you know what did, though?"

Syndra frowned. "What?"

He bent forward, a shit-eating grin on his mask. "Letting it gooo."


A/N: Pew, that was one hard chapter to write. Partly because a lot happened in my life (nothing dramatic, but I was kept on my toes) and partly because I'm a lazy person and I attract writers block like light moths. I am very sorry that it took so long, I know there are people waiting for this to be updated. I am not good at keeping schedules which is why there won't be one, updates come whenever they come.

However, I will try my best not to take as long as I did for this, so you guys/gurls can enjoy ya dose of kink.

Happy new year, and until you hear from me again, happy easter and enjoy your holidays!

(Yeah i'm gonna go kill myself for that horrible joke now.)

In retrospective - fml. I'm working on it.