~ SPOILERS for the 2nd act of Arcane ~

(this is the sequel to "Stillwater Hold")

(this chapter contains SMUT aka sexual content, reader discretion is advised)

Vi deftly grabbed her by the throat and slammed her onto the nearest wall in the span of a single breath.

   "So, you left my sister to die with Silco and fled to the shiny streets of the topside instead of standing up to him?" She nearly spat the infamous name.

The ring of keys slipped from Hiedra's fingers and clinked against the stone floor. The searing hatred from Violet's soft voice seeped inside her gut like molten lava and made her stomach churn. Gasping for air as the rock-solid grip around her windpipe tightened, she bit her lip nervously, which didn't exactly make her appear worried, but actually aroused. Granted, she was.

Luckily, even in the dark, Vi noticed how red her inmate's face was turning and let go. Although, she mainly did so to punch her in the stomach repeatedly.

   "You."

Hiedra held a gasp in.

   "F&cking."

Then clenched her teeth.

   "Cowardly."

Then winced.

   "Traitor!"

The last word out of the Zaunite's mouth hurt just as badly as her knuckles violently digging into her ribs for a fourth time.

   "Getting laid might improve your mood, y'know," she panted.

   "What?!"

Hiedra groaned, a trained fist colliding with her jaw. Fortunately, the sex worker wasn't easily injured or weakened, it took a lot to severely harm or exhaust her enhanced - and immortal - body. She blinked and one of Violet's fists struck her nose. Somewhat pained, the courtesan frowned and barked:

   "Hey! Don't go beating my face in!"

The answer she received was a well-placed kick right in her abdomen.

   "Works for me," snarled the pink-haired woman, accompanying the sentence with another three punches into her stomach.

Then, she smashed her foot against each of her shins, for good measure.

The prostitute remained sprawled upon the frigid stone wall, catching her breath as best as she could while attempting to seem unfazed.

Vi rubbed her fingers over her own bandaged knuckles, as if admiring her weapons.

   "You're not gonna fight back? Didn't think you were that much of a coward," she taunted.

Hiedra exhaled shakily, staring at the strong fist heading for her picture-perfect face.

   "This isn't how I fight," she stated.

In a mere second, Violet's hand missed its target and hit the stone. She had to get over the throbbing pain spreading through her right limb to realize where the hooker had moved to avoid getting hit.

Their faces were so close that Vi felt Hiedra's delicate breathing across her lips and the edge of the sex worker's nose grazed the hot-head's nose ring. Stunned by their proximity, Violet's mind went completely blank. It was like what had occurred in the shower room all over again. Except Inmate 2127 slipped her right-side hand's elongated fingers inside the brim of Vi's pants, with her thumb sticking out. Violet felt the smooth surface of nails glide over from the small of her back up to the front. In a sharp motion, Hiedra pulled her closer by the hem of her trousers, feeling the skilled fighter's breasts bump against hers. In that singular second, they both desperately wished for their shirts to vanish into thin air. Of course, that didn't occur.

Tension was building up fast in Violet's stomach and her inmate, perceiving it, gently shoved her onto a wall, for a change. Her hand dug deeper inside the piece of clothing and she promptly went in for a kiss, clenching the fabric to pull them even closer. As if they were famished, they both instinctively adopted a hurried, frantic pace. Inmate 516's dry lips scraped against the creature's velvety ones, without contrasting awfully. A tentative flick of the tongue soon became lustful licking, and soft nipping turned into ferocious biting. Hiedra's experience enabled her to alter her actions, as she followed Vi's innate vigor. Strangely enough, they were both momentarily dominating the other, either the courtesan led with her charm or her inmate won with sheer strength. Eventually, their fear that one or the other would stop was so overwhelming that they simultaneously did.

Panting, Hiedra kept her position, ogling at the lips she had to painstakingly let go. Violet's rage flared up in the blink of an eye, sparked by the recent exchange.

   "I'm not gonna be your toy."

It was a threat, spoken low and bitterly according to her habits.

   "You're right..."

Hiedra stretched the pants away and released the part she held so the material would clap against Vi's midsection.

   "I'll be yours."

A seductive smile stretched her lips and Violet, startled, gawked at the phenomenally sexy creature. Without waiting for a response, the prostitute pressed herself against Vi, with her left arm on the wall for support. She craved her contact so badly that she forgot to suggest a Deal. Inmate 2127 pecked the base of Violet's neck, trailing up faster every second until her lips brushed the jawline.

Meanwhile, the other young woman was severely torn between desire and hate, trying to choose how to react even though the hooker was definitely immensely distracting.

   "What the hell are you doing?" Her head swivelled to the side and their lips grazed, reviving the steaming passion she attempted to bury with her inquiry.

   "I'm simply trying to please you, Grumpy."

The sultry whisper sent a shock wave  of hunger through her entire being, convincing Vi to take control of the situation. She grabbed Hiedra's right hand and tugged at the prostitute's lower lip with her teeth to initiate another unbridled kiss. In a few moments, she had pulled the sex worker's right hand behind her neck to decrease the amount of space between them, using her free palm to cup the hooker's backside. The most experienced of the two straddled the other's right leg, cautiously nudging at the muscled thigh using her crotch. The Zaunite's grasp on her butt cheek tightened and she felt her sinking her teeth into the courtesan's tongue. Grinding against Violet ignited the further level of intensity they both yearned for.

The hallway was still deserted, fortunately.

Vi rapidly inserted her hands under the fabric of her inmate's shirt, her fingers glided across the warm skin, prodding as the women moved into each other's arms, and her thumbs etched the curves of the hooker's breasts.

Hiedra swiftly pulled her top over her head, arching her spine outward, and threw it into a corner, slamming her nearly naked torso back upon a very much stunned - but pleased - Violet. The prostitute kept rubbing herself up and down the hothead's body, now kissing any section of skin she saw. First leaving her hands anchored to Vi's broader shoulders, she too readily began exploring the nooks and crannies of Inmate 516's chest.

In due time, the attraction between them inevitably reached a peak where reining in their enthusiasm wasn't even an option anymore. Therefore, all their clothes were taken off except for their respective panties. Whether that was done by themselves or the other, with or without the convenient use of teeth, depended on the item.

Violet had pinned the sex worker down on the ground and was proceeding to kiss the area that was famously close to the courtesan's spotless groin. Hiedra sprang into a seated position, feeling Vi's nose poking at the rim of her underwear. Her heart pounding up her throat, which wasn't much different from how her inmate felt, she used her right hand and tilted the pink-haired woman's head up. Looking down into what seemed to her the most gorgeous gray eyes, she inquired in a taunting whisper:

   "Wanna go down that road?"

   "Yeah," Violet croaked, already inserting a few fingers under one side of the undergarment.

The hooker retracted her hand and Vi swiftly jerked the last element of clothing off of her. Curious at first, she lightly jabbed at the unblemished skin, her calloused fingers triggering the prostitute's desire and anticipation. She eased her left thumb inside the sex worker, moving it heedfully. The ironclad knots in Hiedra's stomach were were on the verge of ripping apart with energizing tension when Violet finally mustered enough confidence to begin tracing the outline of the opening she was presented with. Quickly enough, Inmate 516 assumed a rhythm. She scooted onto her knees, getting closer to clasp her right hand against the courtesan's back and feel her lips once more. She added a few fingers to the action and Inmate 2127 nimbly thrust her pelvis, not only forward, but consecutively up and down to accelerate the process. Submerged by crippling thirst, the Zaunite became suddenly increasingly motivated to reach her goal.

Struggling to moan as discreetly as possible, her inmate caressed her and nibbled her ink-decorated skin to encourage her. A timeless moment stretched between them, undeniably pleasant, but not quite what they both wished to achieve. Just then, Vi rubbed the perfect spot. It was as if every particle of the prostitute's frame was set ablaze with raw passion. She let out a repressed laugh, breathing heavily, resting her head onto Violet's bare back.

Inmate 516, while plunging her fingers deeper into Hiedra to apply a greater amount of pressure, squeezed one of the beautiful creature's butt cheeks as to angle her properly. At every release, the satisfied vocal sounds that escaped her inmate were another incentive to keep going.

Inmate 2127 masterfully slipped one hand under Vi's panties, saving the other one to steer the Zaunite's face as she languorously kissed her, often momentarily interrupting this said-kiss with pleased gasps. She clenched the strip of fabric crossing the young woman's inner thigh, dropping a kiss under Violet's left eye, exactly where the characters "VI" were tattooed.

   "Vi... III !" she half-groaned, half-cried, catching her breath.

Hiedra attempted to talk to her again, this time making sure she wouldn't accidentally moan before actually getting a word out.

   "Let me return the favor." she drawled.

Inmate 516 felt hardened nipples digging into her own breasts, yet she didn't need the extra temptation to want the ethereal beauty inside her. The mere thought of her was arousing beyond reason. As the night advanced, they both prayed to undetermined deities that dawn would never come - unlike them - and that their brief, steaming, smoldering time together would consequently never end.