It was still dark when Irelia awoke. She was still gagged and bound, although the ropes had loosened slightly. She couldn't get free, but at least they weren't as tight anymore.

The warrior's face was still smothered into 'her sovereign's' bosom, the lacy, corset-like black lingerie she wore doing little to hide just how well endowed the mage was.

The beautiful smell of lilac, light and sweet, and gardenia, thick and creamy, emanated from Syndra, clouding Irelia's thoughts. The red rubber ball in her mouth had forced her to drool uncontrollably, soaking the bed sheets and the mage's cleavage in her saliva.

Her sovereign still held her tightly, one arm slung around her waist, the other hand behind her head, her lips resting on Irelia's forehead.

There's really nothing I can do, thought the warrior, inhaling the woman's intoxicating scent. It was probably her perfume.

What does this make us…?

Not willing to allow her thoughts to disturb her peace, Irelia closed her eyes and allowed the woman's warmth and her slow, steady heartbeat to lull her back to sleep.

Later... I'll worry about that later.

"Wake up, Plaything!"

The cheerful voice of the mage woke Irelia for the second time. The ropes were gone.

But she was still tied up.

She was sitting upright against the headboard of the large bed, her arms stretched to the sides and secured to the bedposts with heavy leather shackles and chains while her legs were spread slightly, her ankles tied to the bedposts of the leg end. And the gag was gone.

Blearily blinking against the rising sun that flooded the room through the open balcony doors, she could make out Syndra's form standing in front of the bedside table, setting down a tablet with a variety of breakfast on it.

"What... what's going on?" Irelia asked, still groggily trying to grasp her situation.

"Why, breakfast in bed, of course." Syndra crawled into the bed, having exchanged her black lingerie for a purple-and-black leather corset that further accentuated her already impossibly attractive waistline and hips, as well as black stockings and black opera gloves that left her fingers free.

Irelia uncomfortably tugged on her bonds. "I, uhm, really appreciate that, my sovereign, but I have to go…"

The mage straddled her legs, putting her hands on the warrior's shoulders and gently massaging them. "No, you don't. According to the agreement, I still have two hours to do whatever I want with you. And I intend to use them."

Irelia swallowed, feeling strangely happy about that. Syndra took a bite-sized sandwich piece and held it In front of her Plaything's mouth. Still a bit reluctant, the warrior parted her lips, accepting the food that was promptly taken away.

She looked at the mage accusingly while Syndra ate the piece, licking her fingers delightfully. She snickered. "Mmh...it's just too much fun to toy with you, Plaything."

Blushing, Irelia looked away.

"You're adorable." Said Syndra, taking another piece and holding it with her teeth before bringing her mouth close to Irelia's, her purple eyes fixating the flustered Ionian's.

She wants me to...oh gods. I can't just…or can I?

Cautiously, she accepted the piece, her lips brushing Syndra's ever so slightly. The mage sensually and provocatively licked her lips, taking another piece. She continued to feed Irelia this way until both of them were more or less sated.

Irelia just went with the flow, trying very, very hard not to think about what was happening to her. If she did, she would definitely freak herself out.

After letting her plaything drink a bit of freshly pressed fruit juice, the sovereign began to caress the warrior's body lovingly, nibbled on her skin, making her shiver and gasp continuously.

"My sovereign...I don't think we should-"

"Shush, Plaything. I'm trying to enjoy your body."

Irelia gasped when the mage bit her neck like she had done the evening before, nibbling on the sensitive skin and trailing her tongue over the mark she left.

"Wait…please...stop it!"

Syndra stopped mid-motion, slowly rising back up to face Irelia. "Does it...not feel good?"

The uncertainty in her voice made Irelia regret her words immediately.

"No, it...it feels wonderful…"

"So, why do you want me to stop?"

Irelia huffed in exasperation.

"Because we shouldn't be doing this! You shouldn't be doing this! You should be torturing me! That's why all this started in the first place, so you can get your revenge against Ionia!"

Syndra looked at her for a long time with an unreadable expression, her face getting closer. "I don't want to torture you anymore. I want to do this. I want you to be my little slave and I want you to enjoy it, Plaything."

Irelia stared at her sovereign, blushing a deep crimson, heat flooding her body.

"But-"

"Do you hate me?"

Irelia's eyes widened. "No! I mean…" she looked away, struggling to get the words out. "I...used to hate you. But not anymore."

Syndra swallowed, scared to ask the next question. "Why?"

"..."

"...why, Plaything?"

"...I really don't know...all I know is that I enjoy what you do to me. And that... I'm always thinking about you. I don't know what I feel or why, I just…"

The warrior looked away in shame. "Please...can we not talk about this, my sovereign?"

Syndra slowly nodded, her cheeks pink and a very warm feeling bubbling in her stomach, together with a whole host of confusing and conflicting feelings.

"Of course."

"...thank you."

Syndra cuddled up to her, caressing her hair for a few minutes.

"...Plaything...may I take off your bra?"

Irelia tensed up. "...why?"

Syndra chuckled. "Because I want to play with your gorgeous warrior's body. My body."

Irelia licked her lips in excitement. It was not a conscious reaction and she stopped as soon as she realized what she was doing, but Syndra had already seen it. She looked at the warrior, a grin spreading across her face. A childlike, but devilish grin.

"Excited, are we?"

Irelia turned her face away to hide the smile that she just couldn't suppress, no matter how hard she tried. "No. I am not. Wait, stop!"

Her sovereign simply ignored the protest and reached around her to open the clasp of her bra, smelling the cloth and inhaling her captive's intimate scent. "I don't believe you, plaything."

Irelia helplessly squirmed while the mage straddled her thighs, looked at her supple C-cup and bit her lips excitedly. "I know I said that I expected them to be larger, but I suppose it adds to your adorableness." Forcing Irelia to look at her face, Syndra used her free hand to caress her breasts, circling her pink nipples, tugging on them, rubbing them. Closing her eyes, the warrior bit her lip, flinching when the sensitive spot was tormented.

"Look at me, Plaything. Look into my eyes. I want to see you suffer."

Helplessly grasping the chains that held her cuffed arms in place, Irelia opened her eyes and gazed into the purple ones in front of her, fighting the urge to close them or look away. Her breathing grew ragged and every touch became tantalising, shame bubbling up in her gut.

Syndra studied her face, a softer expression on her features. She came closer. And closer.

Is she going to kiss me?

Irelia panicked, closing her eyes.

And gasped when she could feel the sovereign's wet tongue on her nipples.

I'm stupid. Why did I think that she would...gods it feels so good. But what am I going to do if she does it?

"Mmh…" The mage licked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh, massaging the other breast with one hand. It felt so incredibly good. The warrior gasped and squirmed, growing more and more aroused. She whispered something, just barely loud enough for both of them to hear.

"S-Syndra..."

Irelia immediately felt her bite down on her nipple. "Ouch! My sovereign! I meant my sovereign! I'm sorry!"

Her sovereign rose up to meet her face, a strange, flustered expression on hers. "That's...not why I bit. I was just surprised."

Irelia gave her a confused look while Syndra gently rubbed the hurting nipple. "...what?"

The mage smiled, putting her arms around her neck. "You never said my name before, Plaything."

She didn't respond for a moment. "I just...I don't know why I did it. It just happened."

Syndra looked at her, studying her face, blushing slightly and uncharacteristically fidgeting with a stand of her hair.

"...could you...say it again?"

Irelia swallowed. "Why?"

The mage looked away, an almost sad expression on her face. It was just for a split second before she hid it again. "I don't...hear it very often. And I like hearing it from you."

Irelia was surprised. She had never seen that expression on her sovereign's face before. Except...when we first met in front of her castle and everyone was afraid of her.

Swallowing, Irelia licked her lips and looked at her sovereign. "...Syndra?"

Both looked away, and Irelia couldn't see the happy face the mage made.

"Just so you know...this doesn't mean you can stop calling me by my rightful title, Plaything."

She nodded, hiding a smile herself. "Of course, my sovereign."

Irelia was clad in her armour again, her blades floating behind her. Syndra walked her to the heavy front doors, both of them staying silent.

When the warrior reached the entrance, she turned around to face the mage, swallowing once again. "So...until next time?"

Syndra nodded, caught in an inner conflict. They stood there for a few moments until Irelia nodded silently and turned around. She took a few steps.

Until she felt a pair of pale, soft arms around her torso, full breasts in her back and gasped, full, purple lips whispering into her ear.

"One more thing...I know you are touching yourself, Plaything."

"W-what? I don't-"

"You can still do that. But you are not allowed to cum. I want you to be nice and horny when we meet again. That's an order, my sweet little Plaything."

Before she could respond, the mage pushed her outside and closed the doors with a dull bang that echoed through the fortress.

Irelia stood there for a moment, flabbergasted and blushing like her life depended on it.

Wh-wh-what the hell?

So I realized 'Plaything' is a name slash title and therefore has to be capitalized. Now I have to correct all of them. Fml.

Also, here's a teaser: within the next few chapters, Syndrelia will visit a festival...in disguise! Woo!

As always, reviews are welcome, but I ain't gonna beg for follows and favs. Your call.

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