Irelia stood lost in thought before the entrance to Karma's chambers, awaiting a response after having knocked. She'd been summoned for reasons unknown, left to ponder the nature of this meeting with arms crossed over her chest. It'd only been several weeks since Noxus had invaded their lands, or more specifically Sion had. The tyrants refused to acknowledge any direct involvement in the battle, claiming that Sion had simply gone rogue and took a band of restless soldiers into battle to set things in motion by his own hands. That was nonsense, he'd practically brought an entire small army. Yet they had no evidence. It wasn't like the Noxian reputation could suffer any greater a blow to reputation than they'd already endured through the years, this was simply another notch in the belt of a long line war crimes and seedy political moves. What were they to do as Ionians? A counter-invasion was all but futile. Were they meant to merely sit and wait for the blood-red flag of a Noxian warship to crest the waters of the horizon?

"Ah, you've arrived!" A soft-spoken voice broke her concentration. She blinked once before locking gaze with Karma, who gave her a very friendly smirk. The captain gave the darker skinned woman a long look-over before speaking, entranced by her appearance. The way that dress shifted with a slight movement of those broad hips to show off one of those long, smooth legs, gleaming in the natural lighting of the nearby window. She couldn't help but ogle the woman head-to-toe before clearing her throat in realization of what she was doing.

"Ahem, yes. Uh, yes! I've been summoned?" Irelia asked, trying to get herself back on track. Karma nodded, a somewhat knowing glimmer in her eyes as a slender finger beckoned the warrior inside. Irelia closed the door behind her and took a seat at the desk, Karma slowly pacing to the other side with a click of the heels following each step.

"Flattering," Karma chuckled. Had she caught Irelia's gaze following that sway of her hips? The way her ass delightfully filled out that form-fitting dress? She couldn't help but stare, that outfit almost seemed to have been specifically chosen to draw her attention. Irelia swiftly tilted her head to the side and stared at a nearby bookshelf instead, clearing her throat. Karma turned her head and smirked at her companion, crossing her arms under her chest and taking a stance across the desk. "You can keep looking, if you desire. It's nice to be noticed by a somewhat younger crowd," she teased. She was certainly in high spirits, despite the heavy atmosphere that enveloped the capitol as of late.

"Ah, I... You look nice," Irelia simply put, finding the courage to lock eyes with Karma once more. "Ahem. I'd like to discuss the matter of why you've called me here." She was quick to change subjects, feeling her face heating up as they silently exchanged that look. There was a palpable tension in the room, though she wondered if she was mistaken. Was it simply her imagination? A blush had spread ear to ear - this was all very unlike her.

"Of course," Karma nodded, her gaze switching to the crystal ball seated on a small golden pedestal at the center of the table. Her hand waved over it. At first nothing happened, a few seconds passing by before a fog rolled into view. Irelia leaned forward to inspect it closer, a rather peculiar sight that she'd never witnessed before. The cloudy smoke was indeed, inside the orb, like a portal to a world that was no doubt far from where they sat. She kept her silence despite her awe, watching intently as the smoke rolled past. It cleared to reveal the bird's eye view of a grand building, comfortably built upon what appeared to be a floating mass of land far above the ground. "The Dark Sovereign's temple," Karma elaborated, the pair watching as the perspective of the structure perched upon the branch of a tree stripped of its leaves. As it settled it scanned the area until settling upon a window, through which it had the timely luck of catching a look at the woman herself. "Syndra." She spoke just above a whisper, as if she might incur the woman's wrath by the very gesture of uttering her name.

"Syndra?" Irelia repeated the woman's name aloud, the pair gazing at what was now a zoomed image of presumably a bedroom window. A direct look into the mage's personal chambers, where she was reading a book while laying in bed. "How bizarre... To watch such a fear-inspiring to be so casually lazing about with a book...? Surely it's some powerful, ancient tome." Irelia couldn't help but acknowledge, Karma seeming to find herself similarly curious. Without a word, the bird zoomed in closer to reveal the title of the book. "What does that say?" She squinted.

"I believe that's a romance novel," Karma chuckled softly with the observation. Irelia was visibly taken aback. "However, we are not here to spy nor discuss her taste in literature. Should you be willing to lend your aid, you will be visiting her palace with efforts to persuade her to join Ionia's cause. While she may live in our country, or... Well, technically above it, she has made it abundantly clear to have taken a neutral stance with no intentions or loyalty to our cause. The envoys that came limping back after their attempts at negotiation have all failed, to put it lightly." Irelia's eyes widened in shock as she listened to the proposal, doubt already surfacing in her mind.

"Surely you're not serious about sending me, are you?" Irelia scoffed softly. "Excuse me if I'm out of line but surely I'm furthest from qualified to try and diplomacy someone to join our cause, especially someone like Syndra. I do not have the experience, or the wisdom, or the-" She'd been gazing at the crystal ball all while she spoke, giving Karma the time to sneak up behind her. A soft, delicate hand rested on her shoulder, silencing her doubts.

"You will do just fine," Karma reassured her. "Need I remind you who rallied our men and swayed the hearts those who'd given up all hope to fight on?" She softly remarked. She leaned forward, arms slowly sliding down the front of the warrior's torso until her head rested on Irelia's shoulder. The captain couldn't help but acknowledge the woman's scent of cherry blossoms and the smoothness of her skin. Her cheeks lit up once more. "You have a passion for your country that many lack these days, I see no one better suited for convincing her than you," Karma cooed sweetly into her ear. It was almost melodic, making Irelia's heart and mind slowly melt. She was utterly putty in the older woman's arms.

"But surely you could take my place? You are much wiser and-" Irelia began to protest once more, but the soothing sounds of Karma shushing her made her freeze. It was right in her ear, practically burning her ear off with that cool breath. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, body tingling as she suppressed every last urge in her body.

"I've already attempted, but my efforts bore no fruit," Karma explained. "It must be you." Irelia sighed softly. "Besides, you seem rather interested in her, are you not? You haven't been able to pry your eyes from the sight of her this entire time," she laughed, all too knowingly. Irelia wondered if it was possible to die of embarrassment, knowing she'd been staring for far too long, making no effort to argue the observation. "I've noticed you've been rather... Stressed lately as well, perhaps this mission could help alleviate that. A nice change of pace from exerting yourself with day-in and day-out drilling and combat training." As she spoke, Irelia thought she felt Karma's hands roaming lower and lower down her body. She wanted to let it happen, if this was to go... Somewhere, but she quickly began to stand up and broke the embrace.

"Ah, yes, I suppose I have been, thank you for your concern," Irelia laughed awkwardly, quickly shifting behind Karma and towards the door. "I'll do what I can to gain her trust, we could certainly use such a - ahem - powerful ally," she agreed, trying her best to put on a stoic face. She made sure to keep her back to Karma as she spoke, trying to avoid giving the woman a glimpse at the noticeably large bulge in her tights. A swollen lump in the tight cloth running down the inner seam of the pants, tucked along her leg. Even if Karma was coming onto her there was a better time and place than the Council building in the middle of the day, but she was certain she was misreading the signals. Though... Had the woman always been so flirty?

"Of course. I wish you good luck in your efforts, I'm certain you'll succeed," Karma had remarked before Irelia exited the room. She now found herself on a carriage ride right to the front gates of the palace, recalling the events of their encounter once again to determine if she was merely imagining things. She'd long since calmed down since, but... Had there been an opportunity? Irelia had been lonely for quite some time, her line of work meant long days training and not much time for a social life. The touch of a woman, especially a woman such as Karma, would have been a very welcomed way to "de-stress", as she'd so suggestively remarked.

She shook those thoughts from her head. It was improper. Her ride stopped to let her off at the outskirts of the airborne isle, Irelia hopping off from the back of the large bird before observing her surroundings. There it was, the Temple that the Dark Sovereign resided in. It was impressive, to say the least, especially in person. She took a step forward, her ride spreading its wings and departing promptly with her safe arrival. It was glorious. It had a beautiful stillness to it that she'd failed to notice from spectating it through Karma's magic, the only movement being the calm rustling of the branches of cherry blossom trees that lined her path. She tread softly, taking in the sights with a wide-eyed gaze, immersing herself in the tranquility of the walk to the gates of Syndra's residence.

This peace was easily disturbed by an abrupt rumble at her feet. She leaped back, using her practiced dexterity to narrowly avoid what look to be a pitch black orb where she once stood. It dented the ground, stirring up the dirt around it, laying motionless in a way that suggested its immense weight and density before merely twisting into itself and vanishing. She blinked, shocked by the pit it'd torn into the solid ground. If she'd been slower there was no telling what damage it'd have done to her legs. She steadied her blades, having come naturally summoned with her evasive maneuvering.

"Syndra?" she called out warily. A silhouette emerged from nearby, hovering almost a foot off of the ground. There she was, the mage herself. A woman of terrible strength, her lust for power unquenchable and her empathy for the lives around her minimal. She looked much different now than she had this morning, dressed in proper garb that hugged her curvaceous figure rather nicely. Irelia couldn't help but give her an admittedly bold look-over.

"I thought I told the last dog that he and the rest of you are wasting your time," Syndra spoke coldly, moving into position between Irelia and the front gate. Her eyes glowed, suggesting the preparation of another attack. Irelia quickly put away her weapons, steadying her hand.

"I do not wish to fight. Please," Irelia requested humbly, standing her ground despite the menacing aura that surrounded her opposition. Syndra paused, crossing her arms. Well, she'd gained an audience with the mage, but what exactly was she meant to do now? "I... How much do you know of the situation?" she asked, with a clenched fist.

"I've watched it all. Your pitiful armies crumbling beneath the Noxians. It's a lost cause," she scoffed in return. There wasn't a single care in her voice. "I will not be your pawn, especially not to aid in a pointless battle. You may be able to sneak a few victories by playing the underdog, but they are far greater in number. In time you will be overwhelmed." Her words stung Irelia, who visibly flinched. She knew it was true.

"Yet, with your help, would could avert that tragedy! Do you not care at all? Not even a little?" Irelia took a step forward, bringing her fist to her chest as she pleaded with the mage. "They will not stop at our shores, eventually they'll come to disturb your peace too unless you pledge allegiance to them instead! Is there no agreement we can come to?" There was a clear fire in her proposal, one that seemed to make Syndra consider for a moment.

"That's nothing I haven't considered before," Syndra scowled. "Why would I sacrifice my dignity and time to play a part in your game? To let you try and use and order me around? I refuse." She was visibly upset by this point, turning and starting to float in the opposite direction. Irelia, rather frustrated at this point, called out.

"No! Wait!" Her arm reached towards Syndra, stumbling forward a few steps to grab the mage by the wrist. Her arm instantly jerked away, whirling around to slap the envoy across her face. She sneered back at Irelia, who rubbed her cheek sorely. "I'm sorry, that was out of line," she quickly apologized, realizing her error. Syndra didn't want to be controlled, and here she was trying to stop her from leaving. "What if we give you free reign? To do as you please? You do not need to ally yourself to our Council, merely to come help us defend our borders when the time comes. We will give no orders, no strategy for you to abide by! Would you not even briefly consider this? Please!" She again begged. "What would it take?" As she finished her speech, there was another momentarily lapse in the conversation.

"Your kind are so pesky," Syndra sighed. "You just won't take no for an answer, will you?" Her lips curled into a frown. Slowly she turned once more and started off, but this time towards the open field. "Prove to me that you are strong enough. That you are stronger the Noxians you would have me sink." She turned, now standing several yards away. Her voice carried itself rather powerfully, almost echoing. Her eyes glowed, the air stirring up. Irelia had no choice but to ready her blades, no opportunity to accept or refuse this challenge. It wasn't a request, it was a demand. An orb materialized at her feet, giving her little time to leap into the air. A rocky start, stumbling as she landed just a little closer to the mage - and given no time to recover as the first orb was picked up and tossed at her from behind. It struck her blades, making her stagger as she barely deflected the hit.

"Can we not- Gah!" Irelia gasped as she keenly avoided another attack. Then another. The number of these spheres were accumulating around her, and she didn't dare to land near an already existing one in a cautious effort to avoid an unexpected attack. These side-to-side motions weren't hard to keep up with, but Syndra showed clear ease behind her onslaught of attacks. There was no expended effort, no struggle to keep up with Irelia's movements. She'd barely moved from one spot, only making gestures with her arms while her gaze remained locked onto her adversary. These exercises went on for several minutes, sweat beading down Irelia's forehead as she landed towards the middle of the battlefield. So many scattered orbs surrounded her feet, fully encircled by several rows. Some had vanished, apparently not permanent matter, but they remained just long enough to keep her from getting comfortable.

"Here I am, kind enough to take it easy on you, yet all you've done is dodge and run. So typical of you Ionians, so scared of everything," Syndra growled. Had she taken Irelia's defensive fighting style as an insult? She kept her guard up, but caught by a sudden push of several balls before her. It was like a burst of wind, knocking those orbs into her and sweeping everything in its path back a few feet. She staggered back, barely managing to land back on her feet after doing a half-flip through the air from the force exerted alone. She gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of her. That was some serious power!

Another attack was soon coming, this one more telegraphed. Orbs lifted off of the ground and swirled towards Syndra, rising and then volleying towards her aggressively! Thinking fast, Irelia leaped just as they struck where she was standing. Using both her own blades and hurtling orbs as something of an airborne pathway over the top of the attack, she made her move. She moved her arms gracefully as she threw her own body towards the mage, her weapons moving into position to finally launch a counterattack. Carefully using the dull sides of her blades, she struck, momentarily catching Syndra off-guard before Irelia's body collided with her own. They landed with a soft thud in the grass, the trained captain swift to flip Syndra over and holding her wrists firmly behind her back. A struggle ensued, Syndra twisting and turning underneath the far physically stronger opposition. That thick, soft ass began to grind back into Irelia's crotch, who slowly began to grow acutely aware of how large that peach-shaped butt was! Her bulge was squished right along that cleft, slowly growing harder each time those hips rolled back into her own as she forcefully held the mage down.

"Yield!" Irelia demanded, hoping to avert drawing this out much longer. Syndra hardly seemed to notice the intrusive hard-on pushing against her backside as she cursed and lashed out at her captor. Irelia gritted her teeth, why was she getting an erection now of all times?! Yet... Goodness, Syndra's skin was soft! Her body so delightfully plump in all the right places, but still pleasantly firm and slender in others. That ass especially was like being pressed against a warm pillow, writhing and grinding back against her without any knowledge of Irelia's perversion. Her tights were fully tented, a noticeable tent straining the fabric, the aggressor even starting to move her hips into Syndra's on instinct. It was certainly wrong, this much she knew, but goodness it felt good. She was so deprived of opportunities for relief with her training that even this accidental rubbing was riling her up to no end! Such an improper display, she supposed this was her first time pinning a female in this manner. All of her soldiers were male, which she held no affinity for. At the very least, none of them had asses this round and wobbly!

"You- Gah, pervert! What the fuck is that?!" Syndra spat, venom laced in her tone. Irelia's face lit up, caught in her slightly self-indulgent act. "Get off! Get- Off- Of- Me!" The squirming grew more erratic, which only deepened Irelia's pleasure from those accidental strokes. She was practically on the verge of cumming from this awkward dry-humping alone, pre-cum staining the tip of her dark tights. She huffed slightly, her breathing quickening.

"Surrender first!" Irelia stood her ground, pressing down harder. "I will not give up on my mission!" She'd issue a formal apology later, though in truth she partly refused to continue feeling this plush body just a little longer. She'd already been caught in her shameful act. Syndra already seemed to despise her to some degree, it'd be difficult to further damage their relationship as it stood.

"You... Ugh, you dirty- Dog! You're a dog!" Syndra scowled, her face a vivid red. An emotion Irelia hadn't expected out of the mage, a rather cute, flustered expression. Despite her harsh words, she didn't seem entirely upset. Perhaps even a little aroused? The Sovereign's own gentle panting was audible, Irelia had keenly noticed. Perhaps she was only imagining it. "I surrender! You win, you fucking scum!" Syndra cursed, admitting her defeat. The magic word, releasing that iron grip on her wrists and allowing for the weight firmly pinning her down to lift. She scrambled out, flipping over and giving Irelia a rather intense scowl.

"Apologies, I... Have not had the touch of a woman in awhile, I didn't mean for-" Irelia had quickly begun to apologize, but Syndra harshly smacked the perverted captain across her face. Twice in the span of an hour, she supposed she deserved it once more. Again, massaging the stinging, red welt on the side of her face with a tender touch. For such a soft-bodied mage, she had quite a strong swing.

"Silence," Syndra spoke lowly, a pitch to that one simple word that spoke volumes to her anger. Her gaze shifted to that bulge for just a brief second, obviously disgusted by the very sight of that - in Irelia's humble opinion - large tent, before turning her head and lifting herself off of the ground. Literally, of course, hovering above the ground and immediately moving towards the temple.

"Where are you going?" Irelia called out. No answer. Syndra vanished through the gates, which promptly slammed shut, those heavy bars locking Irelia out for the time being. Irelia sighed and slumped over, knowing how royally she'd fucked the mission by this point, resolving to give it some time and return later with an apology gift. As... Well as to jerk off before returning, to avoid a repeat incident, she swiftly decided as she gazed down her painfully erect bulge.