The atmosphere changes in spite of how things turn around, seeing their bodies on the warm bed connected together although the one who sought dominance is in charge, as always. As if her subject wants more from her; she could feel the rising tension each time her little Plaything demanded her fingers, it seems their play turned into something intriguing that Syndra find it new.
Oh, not ignoring how the dancer loves her own pleasuring than using some tools for stimulation, well yes it is unusual how on earth she got those, but to deliver pure blissful sensations really requires something. Something that Syndra could view it as a discovery.
While her plaything sprawled on her bed, the dancer's eyes are flickering with anticipation, seeing her body vulnerable with her chest rising up and down from her breathing. She could devour this whore whenever she wanted to, adding up how she feels great to please or to be pleased by her. Now she reached down and gave her subject a slow, lustful kiss as she rubs her body against the flexible yet perfectly shaped form that screams a womanly appeal, her bosom went in contact with the other that really stimulates her, the sensation of her hardened nipples gives her a mood to go on, having such thing that makes her even wetter than before.
"You prefer my fingers.. Definitely a whore's response." Somewhat offensively she whispered after she broke the kiss. "Perhaps you are not a dancer for me. You dance.. only when you are in bed."
Such bold words reached Irelia's ears that leads her to anticipate further, her mind is probably blown by the previous pleasuring which it deletes any of her uncertainty and boldness to the mage, one thing on her mind tells her to be fair, in fact, she only heard her Sovereign moan once. Well.. it would be better if she could oblige for her to acquire something like for her mind to change.
Or perhaps she wanted to see her Sovereign to be pleased by her. However, her wrists were locked by the mage's strong hands on the sides against the bed until a movement from her hands lifting above her head, slowly easing upward; the mage literally slides her hands, dragging her subject's wrists above, to make the scene short, Syndra is really into dominating the dancer again.
Nothing more that could arouse her when the mage makes her position like that, adding how her lips were seductively attacked by her Sovereign, licking her lower lip before proceeding to deepen the kiss, including how a warm tongue entered her oral opening, reaching hers as well. In fact, she really has no power to make an act because of this. Maybe asking nicely would be the trick? Irelia don't know if that could work.
The mage broke off the kiss by slowly pulling herself away as a string of essence from their mouths stretched, this view really is erotic under the purple hues of Syndra's eyes. But she heard a word from her plaything out of the sudden. "I want to be fair. Please let me.."
"Let me?" The mage softly asked.
The first thing she saw was a flustered Irelia, the dancer is hesitating to speak her word which it tells that she is embarrassed by it. Completely new, she really finds it adorable.
"..I.. I want to-"
"A turn from you. Am I right?"
"I.. It's not fair for me to."
Immediately, the mage pressed her lips on the dancer's ear, whispering a sultry tone that shivered Irelia's mind. "Now you are enjoying how I fucked you many times that you ended up moaning yourself to me. Remember, I am in control. "
A hand leads hers somewhere around the mage's body, and there she felt a soft one that her hand almost fits, it's quite huge but definitely like a pillow, then the mage's hand drags her hand to massage the right soft breast. "Are you tempted? Never knew a proclaimed leader has the possibility to build-up lust to a supposedly a rival for years.."
Syndra continued her hypnotizing speech directly on Irelia's auditory nerves, leading the dancer to be teased and aroused. "Also.. having your mouth on me feels outstanding. You are making me.. wetter each time you use that tongue of yours."
A surge of sensation from Irelia's lower regions began to spill, squirming under the mage as a sign to ease the tension.
"I am far aroused than you. Since I've been fucking you until you can't dance once again." Bold words sprayed Irelia's ears that instantly heaves her womanhood, she closed her eyes as she anticipates more. She felt a hand reached her folds, sensations continued to hit her mind that each massage contributed a lot of pre-cum.
"See? You are horny. Again. An instant response from a whore like you. Then you are demanding to make me feel good? Laughable." Syndra breathlessly giggled while she hypnotizing up her strong words.
"If you want to, then fight for it, Blade Dancer." Syndra dared while she continued stroking the dancer's soft womanhood, not inserting her fingers yet.
Irelia gritted her teeth to endure the blissful sensations. "Gods.. I can't resist. Her hand is.. so warm." She squirmed a little and continued her internal debate. "I may not be leaving this place if I.. I.. gave in."
Staying on the dancer's neck to reach her ear as an advantage, and also to feel her warmth from the increasing tension which Syndra finds it delightful. It feels so comfortable, plus having her hand massaging on her plaything's crotch delivers moans that are inaudible from above, except if she was close enough for her to hear, just like how she positioned herself; staying on top, pressing her body against the poor, yet daring dancer below her.
Below her folds, she felt her pleasure button throbbed, it seems her teasing on the dancer leads her to increase her own arousal, as if her clitoris is begging for a slow, and hard massage, oh, perhaps.. a delicious lick like someone having a nice dessert.
Fuck. She can't help but to smile, this dancer; a rival of her, makes her turned on like this. Impressed by the tough demeanor of her makes Syndra to tease Irelia again and again, which it ended up making herself aroused. How ironic, of course in spite of the times when the dancer moan under her touch, maybe she could give Irelia a chance.
Before she could test Irelia, she lifted herself and lavishly kissed her awaiting lips, ravishing the softness of the red skin that is lathered with wetness. After that, she returned back to the dancer's ear and whispered. "Do you want me?"
The question made Irelia wondered. She felt the mage's hand ceased for a moment.
"Answer." Abruptly, the mage slithered her finger throughout her Plaything's folds, passing through the hardened area that electrified Irelia's body.
"Yes.. Yes." Her voice went low and in whisper as Irelia rolled her eyes before she closes it, for a moment she enjoyed the pure bliss by the one thrust. "I-I do.. I-I wanted to.."
"Wanted?" Syndra smirked, making her finger pulls upward to reach the part under the hardened clitoris, giving a shot of pleasure to her Plaything.
"To please.."
"To please who?"
"Sovereign.." Irelia breathed, moaning at the same time. "Let me.. take you for to be fair."
"Is that so?" Syndra enjoys how she manipulates the dancer, and then she can't resist thrusting her fingers to bring forth the pleasure she wanted to see.
"Yes. Please let me.." Irelia braced herself to speak her word, and so she did. "..fuck you."
Woah. That is unexpected. Syndra falls into silence after she heard that, stopping her movements, she was eager to oblige. Never knew she heard THAT from the most reliant veteran who is literally a daring and cocky like a bitch when in terms of attitude; even her life is settled with fighting on the First Lands to bring peace on this forsaken country.
And so with that, she did something first before she could enjoy her turn. "Moan for me then." She whispered. Thrusting inside while massaging her hardened part with her thumb made its way towards the pleasure for her beloved Plaything, the walls tightened and hugged her fingers as she reached a spot inside; curling her fingers until few seconds passed the dancer groaned and released fluids that lubricated her area, moaning and breathing heavily as an exploding orgasm blasts her mind.
She left Irelia hanging on her climax and sat on the bed beside. Sluggishly, Irelia crawled on to her Sovereign and crashed on the soft bosom, specifying exhaustion. The mage smirked and combed the dancer's raven hair, and admires its strands, having emotions that Irelia didn't know. For once she could admire Irelia's body first before she could change her mind, a hand slides the dancer's curves down as if she was grasping a smooth curtain, her form is just simply perfect, whitish-brown Ionian tone that is seen as beautiful in the culture.
"Let me.." Irelia murmured, gazing upon her Sovereign.
"Indulge me." She lifted Irelia's chin by her finger and pecked a kiss. Now she awaits what could possibly the dancer would do.
She felt her body having sensations that were unknown, the dancer started suckling her breast while the other was massaged by hand, her body starting to portray pleasure which her body wants to,she kept her sitting position a balance due to the fact her body starts to wobble by the sensation. Then Irelia slowly descended by the use of her tongue. Was she just pleasing her by that because she find using tongue more pleasurable than anything?
And the thing she enjoys the most will commence, she have seen Irelia's head facing on her dripping womanhood, pointing her tongue and lathered it on the throbbing head, giving the mage a sting of delicious pleasure.
She slowly lifts her head upwards and moaned, closing her eyes as she focuses on the pleasure. Her form slightly wobbled until she used her arms to support herself, but the feeling is too good that her body wants to fall down.
"Yes.. That feels so.." Syndra moaned to make a hidden praise. She gripped the dancer's head and pressed it further, letting the warm, wet tongue give a heavenly pressure to her hardened head. "Ah.."
Continuous licks can be heard in the room, the wet licking noises gives a mental music to Syndra's ears, which it sounded that the oral treat is definitely sending her to paradise, her clitoris is giving her euphoria each time the dancer lather her tongue against the spot beneath it. Oh for Gods, it is just so good, so good that she finally falls on the sheets and moaning heavily.
"Ah.. F-Fuck." Syndra whispered, her breath is sporadically releasing hot, humid air from her lungs. Her moans are in sync whenever the dancer hits the glorious spot. But everything changes when she now felt her throbbing head is now having a suction treatment; the dancer is now giving it a suck, slurping her pleasure part with fervor.
"God.." Syndra moaned, she can feel her climax way Irelia suck is simply outstanding, while she sucks she used her tongue to massage hardening area. And so with that technique, Syndra felt a strong vibration that shook her body like electricity which it propagated her voluptuous form.
She can see her plaything's face above her, blurry by the exhaustion, the only thing she can remember was Irelia's face coming in close of contact until such time she felt her lips warm before her eyes went dim to savor the last moment.
"Is that.."
"Wait.. It's her!"
"It's ! She is back!"
"Our leader?! Where!?"
People roared as their heads lifted up looking at the Ionian sky, they have seen a flying figure with her blades as a material for flight, coming towards the lands she had been monitoring since the day when invaders came. But she can't help to cringe as the fact she hears some saying that she was their leader.
Here we go again she says, the fact they're going to worship her again is making her nerves hurt, there is nothing wrong about it, but the way they believe was far more absurd. Again with the balance, again with the worshippings and again with the conflicts of the territories will definitely anticipates Irelia for more headaches.
"We are worried! Captain Xan!"
"What happened to you? Did that witch hurt you?"
"Hmph.." Irelia thought. Of course, things really are worth of hurting about on what happened.
"Hurt is an understatement, in fact it is.. a contradiction." She said as she passed through the sea of people who worships her. "Perhaps.. I felt a lot of pain on what she did. And I am so thanking her for that."
The people murmured about it, some felt angry and others, well, they sympathize her. Absurd, isn't it? People in Ionia have different norms that Irelia understands, that's why she often rejects the fact they see her as a leader. Hell, how many times she even tell them she didn't asked to be one.
"It's quite an experience.." She smiled as her cheeks burned a little on behalf of the people before she turned and went to her usual place for her routine.
However, back on the floating temple was the mage, sitting on her magical spheres like a simple chair, she watches the people below, even her.
"Hmph. Quite of an experience.. I say." She smirked, fascinated on how Irelia remarked on their delicious encounter. "You are.. really interesting."
An image from a lone memory from before about the way her Plaything took her made her reminded, thinking about it instantly stimulated something below her, in fact, those events really is the best.
"I just want her now. I want her for myself, not those putrid people whom always rambunctious on their lands." She grasps her body and looked sternly below the temple. The clouds hides her view, but in spite of her magic, she can feel each people's life essences, oh, even her.
"As if I wanted you to be mine. In fact it's your own doing." She finally rose from her spheres and stared at the land.
"You are just a mere captain, and you defeated me." Magic rose upon her fingers, filling her mana with such power that could alert any Vastayan or any magic user.
"And you'll pay for it."
NOTE: It's been awhile since I've updated! Lots of school works!And yes, in spite of the couple of events here in the story, it might have its conclusion here.Was this BDSM? As if I wrote a strawberry smut instead! XD Anyways, thank you for reading! I will be formulating a new one! I wanna wish I have time to write but everything is too busy! But I will be updating by prior of time!