Preface:
This chapter contains a lemon (or two) if you hate lemons or dislike them or simply don't want to read them, skip this chapter. There isn't really any significant character development in this chapter and as far as plot goes, there is not all too much to miss. Those of you who are interested in reading my first attempt at a lemon, read on!
Embrace
Passion engulfed the pair of Ionians as they stumbled their way closer to Syndra's private chambers. Though she was far from familiar with the intricate maze like corridors of Syndra's castle, Irelia felt entirely comfortable having the mage guide them towards their destination. Lost to each other, the hot flames of love and lust burned hungrily throughout the pair; their tongues dancing together as both women submitted to the carnal desires they had both held back from for far too long. After what seemed to be an eternity of winding corridors and passages, Irelia finally caught a glimpse of their target. Syndra's large bed. Instantly, the warrior powerfully forced her way towards the plush bed; driving Syndra backwards as their lips remained glued together, breaking only momentarily to take in heated gasps of air.
Although she typically demanded to be in control of all situations, Syndra found herself all too willing to allow Irelia to take the reins in their fervent encounter. Seconds later, Syndra's leg bumped up against her bed, causing her to momentarily break their locked lips as she temporarily lost her balance. Irelia, however, was entirely relentless. Without allowing the mage to right herself, the warrior pushed the sovereign down onto the surface of the bed; her exquisitely long hair plastered about the blankets beneath her in pearlescent white tangled tresses. Finally understanding that they had reached her bed, Syndra pushed herself backwards slightly, moving towards the center of the bed to allow as much space as possible for what was sure to come. Irelia wasted no time in following the mage. Engulfed in her own passion, Irelia ignored the lances of pain that stabbed through her chest as she mounted the bed and allowed herself to be pulled back into contact with the sovereign; the pair hungrily seeking each other's touch as though a few seconds apart meant certain death.
With their lips locked together once more, Irelia immediately moved her hands behind Syndra's back. Deftly, her hands scrambled across the sovereign's back, undoing the buckles and clips that held Syndra's top in place at phenomenal speeds. It only took a moment for Syndra to begin doing the same to Irelia, only she was remarkably slower than the warrior as she had always lacked physical dexterity. Only moments after Syndra had managed to undo one of the buckles holding up Irelia's lightly armored top, the entirety of Syndra's blouse fell away; leaving her well endowed chest exposed to the open air. Irelia attacked them immediately, sparing Syndra no expense as she caved in even further to her lust. Breaking their kiss, the Ionian warrior planted a kiss on Syndra's right breast, simultaneously using her right hand to cup the other. Going further, Irelia gently tugged at Syndra's nipples using her teeth for one and her thumb and forefinger for the other. Syndra let out an extremely uncharacteristic whimper as a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure tore through her body. Giving up entirely in trying to undress Irelia, Syndra helplessly latched onto the warrior's neck and back as though she were clinging on for dear life.
Regardless, Irelia hardly had any intention of stopping. Hearing the mage moan slightly only made Irelia want to pleasure Syndra even more. Moving away from Syndra's breasts, Irelia brought herself up once more to lock lips with the sovereign while her hands traveled down the length of Syndra's body to the last article of clothing that remained between her and the mage's sensitive parts. Shivering slightly, Syndra did anything but resist as Irelia's hands undid one last buckle and forcefully yanked off her tailed skirt. After the item dropped away, Irelia paused briefly; momentarily surprised to discover that Syndra's top extended down to the nether region of her body. The sovereign wore no undergarments. Syndra, on the other hand, only took advantage of the warrior's hesitation. Forcefully, the mage stuck her tongue into Irelia's mouth, exploring her teeth while the warrior was momentarily distracted. The sensation, however, instantly brought Irelia back. Wasting no further time, Irelia whipped off Syndra's remaining clothing before tantalizingly running her hand over the sovereign's lower lips. Beneath her, Irelia could feel the mage tremble slightly; her breathing and perspiration increasing as her arousal steadily rose. Finally, Irelia pushed into the mage with two fingers. Instantly, Syndra gasped; her eyes widening in shock as pleasure momentarily overloaded her senses.
"No fair..." Syndra managed to gasp as Irelia remained fully clothed while she alone remained vulnerable to Irelia's teasing touch. Irelia smiled in response to Syndra's muted protests, but refused any notion of restraint. Wanting to increase the mage's pleasure, Irelia broke their kiss and moved once more to the mage's flawless breasts, kissing and running a tongue over the mage's already erect nipples. Syndra moaned sensually, unable to hold back her body's cries of pleasure. The sound only made Irelia want even more from the sovereign. Pushing her fingers deeper into the mage's crevice, Irelia gently rubbed the sides of Syndra's walls; simultaneously using her thumb to run tantalizing circles about the mage's clit. Syndra let out another uncontrollable moan. This time even louder than before. Fluid began to coat Irelia's fingers as she continued to run her fingers along the inside of Syndra's tight slit. Another moan and even more fluid finally brought Irelia about to her final move. Breaking her hold on Syndra's lips, Irelia brought both of her hands down to Syndra's tender thighs, parting the sovereign's legs with a squeeze. Gently at first, Irelia used her tongue to provide even further pleasure to the mage. Syndra visibly shivered in response to the touch. Alas, Irelia pushed further, probing deeper into the sovereign's slit. Instantly, Syndra began to shift about, squirming in attempt to escape the overpowering sense of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her and yet trying to indulge herself in the very same pleasure for as long as possible.
Yet, Irelia spared her no quandary. Wrapping her arms beneath the sovereign's thighs, Irelia held Syndra's lower body in place. Still, she worked away until Syndra's moaning increased until she was practically crying out in uncontrollable bliss. Her breathing ragged, Syndra gasped for air as her vision blurred. She was nearing her climax. Unable to bear the strain of such constant pleasuring, the sovereign's back arched into the bed and her fingers clawed powerfully into the back of Irelia's skull. The action clearly indicated to Irelia what was about to happen. It only made the warrior want to increase the mage's pleasure even more. Finally, Irelia moved her tongue to the most sensitive part of Syndra's body and stayed there, rubbing away at the sovereign's last vestiges of control.
Syndra screamed.
Loosing complete control of her body, a large amount of Syndra's fluids leaked out of her slit and dribbled down the length of her curved posterior while she thrashed about in uncontrolled ecstasy. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she fell exhausted into the plush blankets of her bed. For a few moments, Syndra lay still. Only the sound of her breathing broke the silence the enveloped the pair. It wasn't until a good minute passed that Syndra finally noticed that Irelia was still laying on top of her legs.
She wasn't moving.
"mmmm... geddup..." Syndra slurred with exhaustion.
No response.
"geddup!" Syndra repeated.
No response.
Blinking, Syndra pushed herself into a sitting position and poked the warrior in the head with a finger.
No response.
Something wasn't right.
Pulling her legs out from underneath the warrior's limp form, Syndra rolled Irelia onto her back. Her eyes were shut and both of her hands were clinging to the side of her body. Unsure of the warrior was simply playing, Syndra hesitantly peeled back one of Irelia's eyelids.
The warrior's iris was barely visible. Both eyes had rolled backwards into her head.
Instantly, Syndra knew that the warrior wasn't playing around. Something had gone horribly wrong. Instinctively, Syndra moved to the warrior's side and pried both of her arms off of the spot they were clinging to. Moving swiftly and frantically, Syndra lifted Irelia's shirt up. Instantly, her mouth dropped open in horror. The entire side of the Ionian's body was stained a brilliant shade of purple. Even beneath the coloring, Syndra could see the damage. Four broken ribs.
"Fucking idiot!" Syndra swore angrily as she flung herself to her feet. Amidst her panic, Syndra haphazardly tossed and buckled her clothes back onto her person. Within her mind, she had already come up with a plan.
Hospital.
Syndra burst out of her castle without even bothering to shut or lock the doors behind her. Her thoughts in turmoil, the sovereign could only bring herself to focus on one thing. Getting Irelia to the hospital. With the Ionian warrior suspended in the air behind her, Syndra took only a millisecond to set her bearings straight before soaring off with blinding speed towards the Institute hospital.
Within a minute, the sovereign had reached the building. Being able to fly certainly had its benefits. Touching down directly in front of the hospital, Syndra completely blasted the front doors off their hinges with a wave of her hand. Seconds later, she was in the lobby, surrounded by more than a dozen shocked stares. Being disoriented and confused with her surroundings, Syndra yelled the first thing that came to her mind.
"HELP!?" Syndra demanded sounding unsure of her own purpose.
Thankfully, a familiar face burst into the room after hearing the explosion that knocked off the front doors.
"WHAT'S-" Soraka stared in shock as her eyes settled on Syndra, "Going... on..." the healer finished as her voice faded.
"HELP?!" Syndra repeated dumbly and thrust the unconscious Irelia into the starchild's arms.
Soraka fumbled awkwardly with the Irelia's body as Syndra essentially dumped the body on top of her. Finally, the healer managed to establish a firm grasp on the warrior with one arm beneath her knees and the other wrapped around her back.
It was a big mistake.
Miliseconds after Soraka established her precarious hold on the warrior, Irelia's eyes shot open. Heaving a huge breath, the let out a horrible sounding cry of absolute agony before forcibly ripping herself out of Soraka's arms. It wasn't until Irelia had crumpled into curled up into a ball on the floor that Soraka realized her mistake. She had supported the unconscious warrior by placing her arm around her broken ribs. Finally understanding the nature of Irelia's injuries, Soraka snapped back into commander mode.
"Pick her up." The star child barked at Syndra as though such a thing were normal. She promptly whirled on her heel and began walking towards the inside of the hospital at a brisk pace.
Syndra blinked at the command, being unfamiliar with obeying such orders, but complied within a second before following the starchild into the depths of the hospital; Irelia's unconscious form floating on thin air behind her.
Swiftly moving into a nearby room, Soraka momentarily vanished before reappearing with a gurney before her.
"Put her here." The healer barked in the same commanding tone as before.
Syndra complied without complaint.
"Thank you. Wait outside please." Soraka immediately quipped as she wheeled the gurney away and disappeared into another room, leaving Syndra alone in the hallway.
...
...
Minutes passed in silence until Syndra's thoughts finally caught up to her.
She sighed.
It was a heavy sigh. One that the sovereign didn't notice she was holding the whole time she was carrying Irelia about in her frenzy to obtain medical assistance for the warrior. Finally, the mage moved; following Soraka's steps to the exterior of the room where the healer was busy treating the wounded warrior.
Feeling the adrenaline seep out of her system, Syndra's prior exhaustion finally caught up to her. Tired, the mage searched for a place to seat herself.
Alas, there were no chairs.
Suddenly finding herself unwilling to increase the distance between her and Irelia, Syndra frowned before arbitrarily summoning her spheres to form a small platform for her to rest on. Gently, the mage leaned back until her head rested comfortably on the wall behind her. She rested there for a few minutes until a nurse walked passed and unwisely interrupted her peace.
"Miss, you aren't allowed to wait here. We have to keep this area clear of traffic for emergency responses." The nurse stated officially.
Syndra turned her bored and annoyed gaze to pierce the nurse's eyes.
"Maybe you should get me a chair then." Syndra stated flatly, making no move to leave.
"Miss, I'm kindly asking you to vacate this area. It is just protocol. The waiting area is just down the hall to your left. If you could please-"
"Nope." Syndra interrupted flatly without a hint of acknowledgement of the nurse's words.
It was easy to tell that the nurse was getting frustrated by the way she placed her hands on her hips and glared at Syndra.
"Miss, I will have to call security if you do not move." She threatened sternly.
"And they would definitely be able to move me." Syndra replied sarcastically. Ordinarily, Syndra would have sent the nurse scurrying down the hall with even the slightest display of her power, but Syndra was too distracted by her worrying over Irelia to behave in such a rash manner. Thankfully, fate smiled upon the sovereign and relief came in the form of Soraka re-emerging from the room.
"Miss, this is your last- ah- uhm... good afternoon doctor." The nurse hastily changed her tone mid sentence as Soraka's head poked out of the doorway.
"You may come in." Soraka quipped, addressing Syndra in a matter-of-fact way.
Syndra floated to her feet instantly before giving the nurse a huffed up glare and following Soraka into the room. Not a second after entering, Soraka spoke up again.
"Alright Irelia, I let her in. Now could you PLEASE tell me how you managed to break four of your ribs?" Soraka inquired demandingly.
Syndra scanned the room quickly before focusing in on Irelia. The warrior was awake, though she remained laying down on the one bed in the room.
"I... Uhmmm..." Irelia stuttered as she frantically tried to cook up a decent lie.
Soraka let out a frustrated grunt as she quickly determined that Irelia was trying to cover up what had actually happened.
"Maybe you can tell me instead." Soraka said, turning to face Syndra and attempt to wither the mage underneath a powerful stare.
Syndra blinked in response.
"Maybe you can explain why you of all people carried her in here in that state? Maybe you did something to her, hmm?!" Soraka stated almost accusingly.
Syndra's memory abruptly flashed backwards to images of herself repeatedly assaulting Irelia with magic before finally inflicting injury upon the warrior. The images continued flashing about as Syndra abruptly recalled what Irelia did to her in response. Guilt rose the sovereign's chest as her cheeks pinked slightly as she recalled their... intimate... encounter.
"Relax, Soraka, I just... Fell down the stairs..." Irelia finished lamely sounding unconvinced with her own lie.
"Yeah, sure Irelia. You don't break FOUR ribs from just falling down the stairs." Soraka countered sounding rather upset.
"But... There were a lot of stairs...?" Irelia offered sounding hopeful that Soraka might believe her.
"Oh?!" Soraka replied with a roll of her eyes. "Then how many stairs did you fall down? A few thousand?!"
"Uhm... Two flights?" Irelia muttered in response, biting her lip slightly as even she cringed at the lowly quality of her own lie.
"Stop lying to me." Soraka answered immediately. "Two flights of stairs doing that much damage?" the starchild continued. "How many times did you fall down those two flights of stairs?" Soraka demanded. She turned to Syndra and refocused her wrath on the mage once more. "It was you wasn't it! You pushed her down the stairs!" Soraka unreasonably blamed the mage.
Syndra visibly twitched at the tone in Soraka's voice. She was never one to take such slander without fighting back. Beneath her steely cold gaze, anger quickly began to boil up within the sovereign. If this continued, things would quickly spiral into an explosion.
Thankfully, however, Irelia was perceptive enough to pick up on the rising danger and quickly moved to defuse the situation.
"C'mon Soraka, it's okay... I'm fine now..." Irelia called out almost exasperatedly; her eyes pleading for Soraka to just let things be.
The look finally got Irelia her desired effect as Soraka's frustration evaporated underneath her begging gaze.
"Fine." Soraka finally answered, though it was quite visible that she was still upset. "No leaving though, you're staying here until I say you're fit to leave." the starchild finished, placing emphasis on the "I" in order to reestablish her superiority in the situation.
"Alright... thanks Soraka..." Irelia called out to the healer as she roughly shoved the door open and disappeared out into the hallway; the door clicking shut behind her.
Moments after the healer finally left, Syndra flicked a sideways gaze over in Irelia's direction. The warrior met the gaze with a happy smile.
"You're an idiot." Syndra snapped immediately before shutting her eyes and looking away.
Irelia chuckled slightly in response before replying.
"It was worth it." She answered slyly.
Syndra's cheeks pinked again, but she opened her eyes and glided over to Irelia's side, taking a pointed glance at Irelia's bandaged wrapped midriff.
"It's fine now. Soraka mends bones really easily with her magic. Besides-OW!" Irelia suddenly yelped as Syndra poked her in area where her broken ribs were.
"I said I'm okay now, but that doesn't mean the muscle damage or bruising just upped and disappeared!" Irelia called out in a voice that sounded rather wounded by Syndra's indifference.
Syndra grinned wickedly at Irelia in response, prompting the warrior to shrink back slightly with apprehension. The move only made Syndra's grin grow even wider.
"You are healthy now though... right?" Syndra questioned, her smile still plastered across her face.
Irelia shifted slightly with discomfort before replying to Syndra's question.
"Well... yes... but-"
"THEN IT'S MY TURN!" Syndra interrupted immediately with a predatory grin on her face.
Without a moment's hesitation or a second to listen to Irelia's yelp of surprise, Syndra summoned two of her spheres and pinned down both of Irelia's arms.
"S-S-Syndra!... W-w-wait! Not here! People might hear!" Irelia whimpered helplessly as Syndra clambered onto the bed and mounted the warrior; straddling Irelia about her chest.
Syndra smiled deviously and leaned close to Irelia's ear before whispering an answer.
"I guess you better try to be quiet then." the sovereign answered softly before backing away and gazing softly into the depths of Irelia's eyes. Beneath the weight of the mage, Irelia squirmed about slightly; a conflict of interest rising between her desire to feel Syndra's touch and her desire to cling to some sort of decency.
"Please... Syndra... Wait until we get back..." Irelia begged hopelessly.
The sovereign paid the warrior's begging no heed as she moved her hands around Irelia's back and began undoing the buckles holding her armor in place.
"Syndra... Please... Not right now..." Irelia repeated again in weakening protest.
"That's enough out of you." Syndra snapped with feigned anger.
The mage ran a light tantalizing touch across the rear of Irelia's neck, causing the warrior to shiver with delight and cease her protests.
"But... What if they hear..." Irelia whimpered.
Syndra only smiled in response, but the smile quickly vanished. She was getting frustrated with the amount of effort required to undo Irelia's armor.
"Shortcut." Syndra muttered with annoyance and brought a hand down to Irelia's chest.
Instantly, Irelia knew that Syndra was going to forcefully remove her clothing with her magic.
"Wait! It's my only set of clothes here, I don't have-"
-FWOOSH-
Syndra ignored the warrior and ripped the entirety of Irelia's clothes off of her, leaving her barely covered in her lacy underwear.
"Syndra! What have you-"
Syndra immediately cut off Irelia's speech with a kiss on the warrior's lips. Irelia was shocked at first and put up an initial resistance, but quickly gave in to Syndra's touch. Allowing their tongues to dance together once more. After a few seconds, Syndra backed away and smiled at the warrior. Irelia's cheeks flushed a bright red as Syndra slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The warrior refused to meet Syndra's eyes as the mage exposed her chest to the air. Syndra frowned slightly at Irelia's embarrassment, but the feeling quickly evaporated as she ran a finger down from Irelia's neck, between her breasts and down to her sternum. Irelia shivered slightly at the sovereign's touch, betraying her true feelings. Finally, she gazed back up and met Syndra's eyes with a shy glimmer in her eyes.
Syndra grinned in response before leaning down closer to Irelia's body. Taking uncharacteristic care in not putting any weight near Irelia's heavily bruised side, Syndra planted a string of kisses down from the warrior's neck to her breasts. Irelia blushed even further as she let out a breath of subdued delight. Amidst her kisses, Syndra ran her hands down the sides of Irelia's body, tantalizingly stimulating the Ionian warrior's skin with her light touch.
"Mmmm... Syndra..." Irelia whispered, trying to restrain her growing desires.
"Do you want something?" Syndra questioned cruelly, pretending to have no inkling as to what it was Irelia wanted.
Glancing back into the warrior's eyes, Syndra caught a brief glimmer of helplessness as Irelia fought her own internal struggle between her desire for Syndra and her grasp on her sense of morality. Subconsciously, Syndra smirked. She knew Irelia wouldn't be able to hold back her desires for much longer. However, being somewhat impatient, Syndra rose from her place at Irelia's breasts and returned to the Ionian's mouth, engaging her partner in another round of passionate kisses. Irelia didn't even bother resisting, having wanted such a thing in the first place. Yet, Syndra wasn't pleased with just that. Instead, she ran the back of her fingers down Irelia's stomach all the way down to her lower lips where she gently stroked the entrance to Irelia's crevice. The warrior's thin panties provided no protection against the mage's pleasuring touch. Without breaking their locked mouths, Irelia let out a muted moan; revealing the exact extent of how much she was enjoying the sovereign's touch. Abruptly, however, Syndra pulled away from their kiss and removed her hand from Irelia's nether region, leaving Irelia stranded on the bed. From her position, Syndra smiled down at the warrior.
"Syndra..." Irelia breathed out, gazing longingly at the mage above her.
"Hmmm?" Syndra questioned in response. She knew full well that Irelia didn't want her to stop, but the sovereign wanted to hear Irelia say it.
"Why..." Irelia whispered shyly.
"Why what?" Syndra pressured relentlessly.
"Syndra..." Irelia repeated, this time sounding almost begging.
"Want something?" Syndra teased the warrior.
"Please..." Irelia finally begged.
Though it wasn't entirely what Syndra wanted to hear, the sovereign decided to be content with what she got. Closing the distance between their bodies once more, Syndra removed Irelia's last article of clothing with a swift tug that tossed aside the warrior's undergarments. Without even bothering to allow Irelia to prepare herself, Syndra immediately pushed two fingers deep into Irelia's slit. The warrior's eyes widened as she drew a sharp gasp of air. Though she squirmed slightly with the new sensation of pleasure, Irelia quickly brought herself back around to resume her passionate kisses with the sovereign. Gradually, however, Irelia's ability to maintain such kisses decayed. With Syndra's fingers pumping in and out of her at a steady pace, Irelia's ability to control herself continually decreased as her sensitivity to pleasure increased. Still, Syndra continued to rub away at her walls. The sovereign moved her kisses back to Irelia's breasts before tugging a nipple with her teeth much like Irelia had done to her. Her pleasuring strokes on Irelia's inner walls didn't stop. Caught between multiple sources of pleasure, Irelia let out a short moan before she forced her mouth to clamp shut, muting her own cries of pleasure. Instantly, Syndra felt a large amount of Irelia's juice flow onto her fingers. The warrior was undoubtedly succumbing to her body's overwhelming sense of bliss.
Finally, Syndra lifted herself from Irelia's breasts and set about pleasuring the Ionian warrior with her tongue. Instantly, Irelia trembled violently with the new sensation. Still, the mage continued to work away until Irelia was writhing about in her pinned position; desperately trying to escape what was undoubtedly going to be a powerful climax. Ignoring the warrior's attempts to escape, Syndra called upon her powers to aid her in restraining Irelia's random movements. At last, Syndra moved to Irelia's clit. She sucked it. Hard. Instantly, Irelia's back arched and her eyes widened as massive amounts of pleasure coursed through her body, overwhelming all of her other senses. If the Ionian didn't have her jaw clamped tightly shut, she would have undoubtedly been crying out in uncontrollable bliss. Finally, she collapsed. Shutting her eyes, Irelia slumped deep into the cushioning of the hospital bed. Her breathing ragged and her body suddenly drained of all energy, Irelia couldn't bring herself to do anything other than just lay still; bathing in the warmth of the dull pleasure coating her body. It wasn't until Syndra rose from the bed that Irelia stirred slightly and spoke.
"Mmm... Stay..." Irelia muttered through her exhaustion.
Syndra turned and gave the warrior a knowing smile.
"I'll get you another set of clothes." Syndra answered deviously.
"mmkay..." Irelia whispered back somewhat reluctant to see her partner leave.
With that, Syndra turned about her heel and exited the room through the one door.
By the time it clicked shut, Irelia was already lost to the depths of peaceful sleep.
Author's Notes:
Somewhere along the line, I read that lemons are easy to write. Let's be clear about this. It isn't. Well at least for me it definitely isn't. I really don't know how to judge my own lemon writing ability seeing as this is my first attempt at one, so feedback here would really be appreciated. While we are on the topic of feedback, I would really like to take this time to give you all a heartfelt thank you to those of you who have taken the time to review this story. I have never seen so many reviews let alone of such length than the ones that were given to me last chapter. Thank you so much.
Now on to some discussion about the future of this story. At this point, I do have the next chapter "relatively" structured in terms of plot, but beyond that, I'm doing some revisions as to the general direction that the story is going. That being said, after the next chapter is released, there may be a small break in which I will be developing the plot line for the rest of the story. Also, finals are rolling around for me so I will definitely need time to study for all that stuff... Thanks in advance for your understanding.
Thank you all for your continued support and I hope to see you guys in the chapters to come.