Here come dat boi - oh shit whaddup!

So, here we are. After getting a surprising amount of feedback on my inquiry about how to continue this story, it's pretty evident that most of you prefer the old lore. Your wish is my command, so here's the next chapter!

I might write a Syndrelia oneshot with the new lore once this story is done, though. Without further ado, enjoy!


Irelia leaned against the door as soon as it shut behind her, sliding down to the ground, both her body and breath shaking. A quick look around the small room illuminated by candlelight revealed a comfortable looking bed complete with nightstand and a dresser right beside a single window. Pale moonlight flooded the floor, battling with the warm circle the flickering flame provided.

"Oh gods…" Irelia whispered out of breath, looking at her shaking hands. She could still taste Syndra's skin on her lips, still smell the aroma of her perfume mixed with her own, exotic scent. Thoughts of desire swirled through her head, thoughts she had been fighting off throughout the entirety of the dinner.

"Kiss them!"

"Good girl."

"Plaything…"

I don't know how long I can keep this up, the warrior thought, trying to calm herself. She had to resist.

Resist the temptation to give in to the sovereign's teasing and taunting, resist the fire that was building between her legs.

Resist her true feelings?

Shaking her head, trying to shoo away her arousal, Irelia closed her eyes. ...who am I trying to kid, exactly?

Ever since the mage stopped using whips and chains to torture her and instead used her hands to tease her to no end, Irelia's hatred for the woman had been waning, ever so slowly being replaced by the desire to give in. At first, she had brushed it off as unsatisfied arousal that was just building as she was teased every time. But slowly, the warrior had to realize that it was her own feelings that caused her to dream of the sovereign's voluptuous curves, fantasize about kneeling at her feet and lie tied up and helpless beside her.

Those feelings made her hate herself almost as much as she thought she hated Syndra.

Until now.

Maybe there was a side of her that enjoyed being her plaything. Maybe Irelia's feelings for her sovereign weren't just an unhealthy reaction to being her captive.

Maybe they were real.

The possibility alone scared her more than the entirety of Noxus' warmachinery at Ionia's doorstep. How? Why? What did that make her?

The Captain of the Guard hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees, tears starting to soak into her robe.

Why do I have to feel this way? Why does it have to be her? Why am I so weak…

Irelia's thoughts were interrupted by a soft, almost reluctant knock. Jumping at the sudden sound, she quickly got up, wiping her tears away and straightening her clothes. "...yes!"

The door handle turned and Soraka's concerned face appeared in the gap between door and frame. "May I…come in?"

Irelia nodded, stepping back to make room for her friend. The starchild's hooves clicked against the stone floor while she closed the door behind her.

Neither of them said anything for a moment while the warrior did her best to avoid Soraka's eyes.

"...you cried."

"...is it so obvious?"

"Irelia, I'm so sorry, I didn't know what to do, I should have-"

"No."

Irelia sat down on the bed, sighing heavily. "No, you should not have."

Her blue skin appeared grey where moonlight shone upon it. Soraka sat down beside her friend. "I know it's part of your agreement, but this is too much. You can't ask me to watch while you get violated by her."

"That's just it!" Irelia threw her hands in the air. "It doesn't feel like I'm being violated! I like it, Soraka. I wanted to kiss her feet. It felt good. It felt right. And I- I think I-"

She paused for a moment, deciding not to finish her sentence. Soraka patiently waited for her to continue while Irelia collected her thoughts.

"...at the beginning...when I started to come here...she hated me. She wanted to punish me and make me suffer. But slowly, the way she treated me changed...and when she started to kiss and tease me, I just couldn't keep hating her myself. Every night, she's haunting me in my sleep because I can't stop thinking about being her...her plaything."

Soraka quietly placed her hand on top of Irelia's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "...I don't know if it's right or wrong to feel that way, but if you do - really do - feel like that, maybe you should consider the possibility that these feelings are genuine."

The warrior looked at her incredulously. "What?"

Soraka raised her free hand in defense. "I'm just saying that if you stopped resisting and gave in just a little, you might find out if your feelings are real or just a subconscious reaction. I don't approve of her doing those things to you, but she doesn't seem to want to hurt you. At least, not anymore. If it helps to clear things up it can't hurt to try."

Irelia swallowed, looking into the starchild's eyes. "As my friend, you're supposed to talk me out if it, you know."

Soraka smiled. "I'm also your counselor. If this helps and it doesn't hurt you, it's an option we have to consider."

Irelia hesitated. "But what if it turns out that my feelings are real? What then?"

Smiling weakly, the healer pulled her into a soft hug. "We don't get to choose who or what we love, Irelia. I learned that the hard way."


"...you are late." said Zed as the young woman entered the clearing. It was a conclusion, not an accusation, but Akali winced all the same. He didn't like delays.

"I'm sorry, Master. Shen had me drill the disciples until-"

Zed pointed at the moss-covered ground in front of him. "Get over here, standard position."

She lowered her head and closed her mouth, knowing better than to object. The ninja silently walked to the desired spot, knelt down with her legs slightly spread and her arms folded horizontally behind her back, each hand grasping the other arm's ellbow.

Zed walked around her in a shrinking circle, studying her posture. "Back straight. Present yourself properly."

Akali pushed out her chest a bit more, head still lowered.

"...good. Now why don't you tell me what you did wrong when you arrived here eleven minutes late?"

She bit her lip under the green mask. "...I made you wait, Master. I'm so-"

"I didn't ask for an apology, slave."

"I'm so...yes, Master."

"And no."

She blinked, looking up slightly confused. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes quickly returned to the ground.

"The mistake you made was not telling me in time that you would be delayed. If the Kinkou begin to notice a change in your behaviour, they will become suspicious. If you cannot make it in time to our meetings, simply let me now. I didn't teach you how to use the shadows for communication for nothing."

"I...I didn't want to bother you, Master."

Zed sighed and stopped circling her, kneeling down in front of his subject, lifting her chin up. "I'd rather you'd bother me one time too many than not at all. I don't want them to discover this. Or do you?"

Akali's eyes went wide. "No, no of course not!"

"So what will you do the next time you learn you will be delayed?"

"I...will contact you immediately."

"In time will suffice."

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl." he said and gently pet her head. It made her stomach tingle pleasently.

"Now then, I think it's time for a proper punishment." Zed got up and walked over to a small bag lying under a thick tree.

Akali's heart sank. That was the fourth punishment she would be receiving this week. She deserved them, no doubt, but she wasn't looking forward to them. Spankings, torture of her most sensitive areas and hot - really hot - wax on her skin were the last three. Unlike some other submissives, she didn't enjoy pain at all. It made her feel weak and reminded her of lost battles...which was probably the exact reason why her master chose it to punish her. So far, it had worked well to improve her behaviour, none of the mistakes she had been punished for happened again. Or at least, very rarely.

Zed began to pull several lengths of cured hemp rope from the bag, sorting them and throwing three ends over a thick branch that extended almost horizontally from a tree, about nine feet above the ground. One of his shadow clones appeared on the branch and began to tie one rope around it to form two small nooses through which the other two ropes were pulled until four loose ends reached to the ground.

Akali could feel her nethers and cheeks heat up slightly at the sight. He was going to suspend her off the ground. She loved rope play - where was the punishment in that?

"Come here." Her master commanded in a tone that betrayed a certain excitement.

The green-clad Kinkou got on her feet and walked over to him, swaying her hips slightly the way he trained her to. She was supposed to appeal to him in every way, including a more feminine walk as opposed to the straight steps of a warrior she normally took. Separating two lives from each other was something she was very good at. There, a cold-blooded keeper of balance; here, his slave. She relished the thrill of possibly being discovered while doing something forbidden, practicing her slave poses in her chambers or walking around gagged under her mask. Of course both of them made sure that wouldn't actually happen. She was still a Kinkou and he was still her enemy, although one she loved and admired.

This, this was their time alone.

Zed gently grabbed her hips and positioned her under the tree branch, procuring more rope and forming a harness around her chest. Lengths of hemp went above and below her breasts, between them and around her shoulders. Her arms were secured behind her back, forearms tied together horizontally. Akali quickly noticed that her lower body was left untouched while he made sure the ropes would not cut off blood flow or put too much pressure on nerves. When he was satisfied with his work, he let his hands roam her body, his body, the body that belonged to him as well as the heart within. Akali made sure to keep her mouth shut despite her growing desire to moan and gasp as his rough hands played with her breasts under the cloth, slid under it and played with every bit of skin they could reach. Only when he explicitly allowed it could she truly indulge in her own pleasure - his satisfaction came first, so Akali would deny herself even the slightest moan until he said otherwise. Every day, when her duties were done and she was in the privacy of her own chambers, Akali would touch herself, constantly whispering to remind herself that it was his body, not hers, and that she was only allowed to touch it because he said so.

Every day ended with Akali masturbating only to deny herself the powerful feeling of climax at the last moment. She wasn't allowed to have one unless it came from his hands. Absolute discipline. She loved the control he had over her.

Zed began to connect two of the ropes to the rope harness before pulling the other two ends, lifting the young woman off the ground. She gasped - the ropes were constricting her torso and it became harder to breathe. When she was about a feet off the ground, legs dangling in the air, Zed commanded two of his shadow clones to hold the ropes while he slid his hands under her clothes, pulling her panties down her legs. Akali could feel the fresh air on her pubes, only covered by the loose piece of her outfit in front and behind her butt.

"Open up." Zed said and pulled her face mask down. Akali blushed intensely when she realised what he intended, but compliantly parted her lips. Zed shoved the plain and slightly damp underwear into her mouth and pulled the mask back up so she couldn't spit it out. Smacking her butt and forcing a muffled yelp out of her, he continued to pull her up until she dangled several feet off the ground, the wind playing with her outfit.

Akali suddenly became very aware of how exposed she was. One look up and everyone who just walked by could see straight up her butt and nethers!

Her face became very, very warm all of a sudden.

Zed tied the ropes to a protruding root and sat down beside her, enjoying the view and pulling a book from the bag.

Akali focused her breathing, enjoying the sensation of the biting rope, bathing in her helplessness. So exposed. So his.

"Eh, what do you think, how long can we keep you up there before we need to adjust the harness? Half an hour?"

Akali groaned through her gag.

Zed chuckled. "Well, doesn't matter. She should be here in no more than ten."

The young woman blinked. Her?

Her master looked up at her, a very amused look on his face. "What, you think that is your punishment? I'm going to show you off to a friend of mine. I gave her a bit of relationship advice regarding her own Ionian slave, and it seems she can use some practice."

Oh.

Akali gulped heavily, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

Her.


A pair of feet with perfectly manicured nails painted purple touched the soft, cool grass of the clearing as Syndra set down, clad in her typical revealing outfit.

Her eyes were fixated on the suspended ninja that averted her eyes in shame, the part of her face that was not covered by the mask visibly blushing a bright red. The Sovereign walked over to the tree, her eyes drinking the imagery of the young woman that frantically tried to cross her legs in a way that would hide her exposed nethers from Syndra's purple stare. It didn't work.

Zed was still sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree, very focused on his book. "So, are you going to introduce me?"

Zed raised a hand without lifting his eyes from the page, the mask now resting on his face again. "Hold on, need to finish the chapter. This is a really good book."

Syndra sent a bit of crackling energy through her fingertips. "Good enough to risk me immolating you?"

"Yes. Give me a minute."

She opened her mouth to give a snarky remark, closed it and opened it again only to shake her head and instead take a good look at Akali, circling around the helpless ninja like a vulture.

The young woman followed her steps with slightly panicked eyes. She had heard about the mage. From miles away.

"May I touch it?" She inquired with the same predatory curiosity a cat displayed when it played with its food.

"Sure, just not the cunt. She's not allowed to receive pleasure unless I allow it."

Akali felt a hot wave of shame wash over her at the derogatory remark.

Syndra's eyebrows rose a bit and a smile stole itself on her lips. "My, I'll have to integrate that into the next session with plaything."

The mage began to slide her hands up Akali's legs, taking a handful of her butt and giving her a swift spank. Akali whimpered through the gag, swinging helplessly in the ropes.

The mage's hands roamed every part of her body, twisting her nipples here, caressing her butt there. The next few minutes were the most shameful moments the ninja had ever experienced. She felt helpless and so, so vulnerable. At first she tried to ignore it, but she couldn't deny a certain wetness between her legs. Moans began to seep through her gag that she immediately swallowed back down. Punishment, she said to herself. This is a punishment. But it feels so good…

The sudden clap of the book being closed brought both women out of their trance. Zed got up and bowed slightly to greet his guest properly. Syndra returned the gesture.

"So, how did it go?" The shadow ninja asked matter-of-factly.

Syndra pecked her lips. "We...had a lot of fun. At dinner."

"We, huh?"

Zed began to massage Akali's nether regions, forcing muffled moans out of her gagged mouth while Syndra watched with mild curiosity.

"She was...very into it once I changed tactics."

"Aw come on. All the dirty details!"

Akali struggled to keep her vision from blurring while Zed's fingers tormented her relentlessly, clutching her ellbows behind her back. "Mafftr...plfff…"

Zed ignored her, instead taking his fingers away, leaving Akali to powerlessly hang in her ropes, legs twitching when the source of her pleasure was lost.

"Later, my dear. When we're alone," whispered Zed and caressed her face. The ninja pressed her cheek into his palm.

Syndra looked away, her cheeks now slightly red. "Ahem. I'd rather not...tell you. It's between me and her."

Zed nodded as if he had expected nothing else. "Your call. Or, rather, hers. She's the one in control now, after all."

Syndra looked at him incredulously. "What? She is most certainly not!"

"So if she asked you to touch her, you would say no?"

"Of course not, but-"

"And if she begged you to stop, would you continue anyway?"

"No, I mean, not anymore-"

"Then she is in control."

Syndra opened and closed her mouth again.

Zed gently caressed Akali's cheek, a loving expression displayed on his mask.

"But she can't know that, can she?"