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Arcane: Rule of Blood - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2025-10-20 00:24:31 +0000 UTCJinx moaned as he continued to kiss her, hands caressing her exposed sides while he pressed her against the wall, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer, refusing to slow down even a little.
Finally, they broke their kiss, a trail of spit hanging between them as the girl tried to regain her breath. Without pause, he kissed down her neck, one arm enveloping her waist while he put the other on the wall for better support.
Releasing his neck, Jinx swallowed, then grabbed his hand from her waist and guided it under her belt. “I did remember some of last night,” she while biting her lower lip. “I need more of that right now.”
Sliding his hand under her clothes, he felt the thin strip of hair almost guiding him straight towards her sex, his fingers lightly brushing her small lips to find her already wet, at the same time, he bit down on her neck, drawing another moan from Jinx as she arched her back.
Usually, he liked to take his time during sex, but Jinx didn’t seem to be in the mood for that, so he ran his fingers around her small opening twice, making sure she was ready before pressing a single digit inside, feeling the girl shiver under his touch.
“Shit, more!”
Ethan obliged, pushing a second finger inside her almost impossibly tight pussy and starting to move, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed as he felt her lift one leg to give him better access.
Releasing her neck, Ethan lifted his head to watch her, loving the way her face looked as he slightly curled his fingers inside her, digging into her flesh while pressing the base of his hand against her clit and moving even faster.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he couldn’t help saying as he moved his fingers, watching the way her eyes glowed as she enjoyed his attention.
Extending one arm to the side, Jinx grabbed an exposed pipe for support while her other arm wrapped around his back, nails scratching his skin as she started to lose control.
Ethan stopped just before she could cum, watching with an amused smile as she whimpered, then tried to instinctively move her hips in frustration before seeing his smirk and realizing what he had done. “You… Hmm… bastard! You better...”
He started again, halting her mid-speech and enjoying the angry glare she sent his way.
Releasing his back, Jinx lowered her arms, trailing a hand down his chest to eagerly fumble with his belt until she managed to lower his pants, long fingers freeing his shaft. “Shit… Hmmm… Can’t wait... to feel this monster in me.”
Ethan picked up speed, her sex squeezing his fingers as her muscles contracted.
Leaning forward, Jinx bit into his shoulders and grabbed his cock, hand pumping him twice before she started squeezing, almost painfully so. “Don’t you dare stop again!” she threatened.
Well, she certainly knew how to get her way.
Adjusting his hand, he finally pushed his fingers as far as he could inside her sex, then used his thumb to press harder against her clit.
Jinx dug her teeth deeper into his shoulder and came with a moan, her legs almost losing strength, pussy contracting around his digits even as he continued to finger her through the entire orgasm.
When he felt her legs finally stop shaking, Ethan pulled his wet hand out of her pants and used his other arm to keep her from falling, the woman finally relaxing her bite and took her teeth out of his now bleeding shoulder.
Jinx huffed, quickly regaining focus as she started pumping his hard cock again, eyes glowing purple and heavy with desire. “Haaaa… I need you inside me.”
Briefly, Ethan caught sight of a large moth landing on the wall to their side and wondered if Taylor was watching them, but he was beyond caring at the moment, instead, he started helping Jinx undo her belt.
Belt open, he quickly lifted one of Jinx’s legs further up and took off her shoe, throwing it aside as she pulled her pants down, letting them fall around one ankle while leaving only her soaked black panties in place.
Putting a hand under her knee, he held her leg in place and pushed her panties aside to reveal the thin slit of her pussy, small lips slightly swollen from the previous activities.
Jinx grabbed his shaft and squeezed one more time, then guided the head against her opening without saying anything, but her purple eyes stared at his face filled with almost maniacal lust.
He paused for a second to enjoy the sight of her petite body, then pushed forward slowly, his cock stretching her entrance almost impossibly wide and causing her back to arch, the tip of her hardened nipples pushing against her top.
With his free hand, he lifted her top, palming one of her exposed perky breasts while lowering his head and lightly sucking on her other nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. “Yes, yes, yes!”
When his cock was halfway inside her he stopped, giving her time to get used to his size, then, as he felt her taking another breath, he started moving, pulling back a little only to push himself further inside, each thrust drawing a gasp from the smaller girl.
Finally, he felt himself bottoming out, the head of his cock hitting her womb and causing Jinx to release a quiet scream, her insides squeezing his shaft with a dead grip, he gave her nipple a small bite and saw her completely lose control.
Biting her lips hard enough to draw blood, Jinx pushed herself up in the tip of her toes, her other leg curling around his waist and attempting to draw him further inside her even as her hands grabbed his hair for support and she came with her whole body, every muscle tensing.
Ethan gave her a second to relax, then grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, forcing them up against the wall over her head and started moving again, ignoring her cry of surprise and excitement to pick up speed as he started to really fuck her.
By this point, the Zaun ‘princess’ seemed to lose all capability to talk, simply gasping and moaning as he continued to trust inside her sex, the movement causing her twin tails to start coming undone and sweat to run down her pale skin.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again!” she managed to scream, a mixture of arousal and desperation coloring her voice. “I’m… I’m…”
Claiming her mouth again, Ethan gave one last trust, burying his shaft deep into her sex as he exploded, spraying wave after wave of cum inside her and causing her to climax one last time.
Releasing his hold on her wrists, Ethan barely managed to catch her as she collapsed against him, leg completely unable to keep herself upright, chest heaving from the exercise.
Shaft finally softening, he felt his cock slip out from inside her, his seed starting to leak, running down her legs to drip on the floor in copious amounts, being gentle, he lowered her on a bench.
“There,” he finally said after taking a few deep breaths. “Better now?”
“Haa… yep…,” Jinx managed to say, body fully relaxing. “Haa… haa… Maybe I can wait a few more days.”
He smiled, pulling his pants up and looking around the see where he had thrown her missing boot.
“Gods, that’s a lot,” she said, touching his leaking seed with a finger and giving a nervous laugh. “You, mister, owe me new panties.”
“I’ll put it on the list. Ready to leave? I think I hear Pyrrha approaching.”
“No way, my legs still feel like jelly,” She ran a hand over her messy hair, then adjusted her top before extending her leg towards him, purple and blue sock pointed at his face. “Dress me.”
He liked that she was being playful, no longer desperately focused on Vander, so he obliged, helping her pull her pants up and put on the missing boot, then he heard Pyrrha landing on the building and got up. “What about now?’
“Hmmmm…” Jinx mumbled, then crossed her legs, lifted her nose up and extended a hand towards him in an arrogant manner. “Carry me, peasant.”
Kneeling in front of her, Ethan gently took her hand and bowed his head. “As you wish.” Then he yanked her forward, throwing her body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, her legs hanging in front of his face as she yelped.
“Not like this!” Jinx complained, legs swinging around wildly as she hit his back with closed fists, so he turned around making sure to lightly hit her head on the wall. “Auch, you did that on purpose!”
“What? I did no such thing,” he defended himself, pretending to turn around again and moving her head come dangerously close to the other wall.
“I’ll remember this,” she growled from his back, but actually adjusted her position and didn’t try to escape again, letting him carry her out into the roof.
For a moment, Taylor’s eyes met his own, the girl unable to hide a blush on her face before she pretended to look away from him, but Ethan’s improved eyes caught the way her pants were all bunched up and a small drop of sweat ran down her neck.
He smirked, had she been...
Shaking his head, he turned to Pyrrha, seeing her take give a considering look at the way Jinx hang from his shoulder. “Did you have any trouble?”
“No, they didn’t have any of those hextech weapons you mentioned and moved in teams of 4, it just took time to locate all of them and do enough damage to cause a retreat. I take it Vander didn’t show up?”
“No,” Taylor said. “But Jinx seem convinced he was telling the truth, he knew too much about her life.”
“I see…”
Releasing Jinx back down, he saw her blowing a stray blue lock away from her face and smirk towards her two companions, as if daring them to ask about her disheveled hair. “So, Sevika?”
“I guess…” Jinx sighed. “She probably has a better idea of where to find Singed than even the remaining chem Barons.”
“Any idea of where to find her?” Pyrrha asked.
“Nope, never bothered to learn where she lives,” Jinx said, then tilted her head in thought. “Well, she’s probably still hiding from the enforcers, but we can ask around later, she’s trying to unite Zaun again so I bet she’s pretty easy to find.”
“Back to your home?” Ethan asked Jinx.
“Yep, I really need a bath right now.”
Behind him, Ethan heard Pyrrha turn to Taylor and half whisper. “Do you believe him?”
“Jinx seem to believe him, he knows a lot about this world.”
“Ethan,” Pyrrha called, easily catching up with Jinx as she moved through Zaun’s roof-line. “Can you… do you know what happens after I die?”
Looking at her concerned face, he tried to remember RWBY, unfortunately, he never finished the show. “Some, I don’t think the series was even finished when I died but…”
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Maelle.
Swirling her makeshift brush, she finished mixing the small pool of paint and drew a few lines in the ‘canvas’, a stretched piece of bed sheet she had found at the bottom of a box in Jinx hideout.
With practiced strokes, she gave life to the small painting, a simple, rough picture of the Bridge between Piltover and the lower city as she remembered it yesterday evening, then she lowered her arms, handing her palette to Isha so the little girl could finish her own childish work by her side.
Staring at the painting, Maelle didn’t know what to think as she felt the power there, a small amount of her chroma infusing the canvas and giving life to her work.
Eyes wide, she continued to step back, struggling to stop herself from fleeing before her back hit a table, startling her to the point she almost screamed, an open canister of green spray paint hitting her shirt before spilling to the ground.
She… shouldn’t have been able to do that! She was supposed to be a copy of Alicia and a copy couldn’t create a painting, it just wasn’t possible. Lifting her arm, she stared at her own hand in disbelief, green paint starting to dry against her skin.
Maelle had died, she had stayed in the canvas, refusing to leave as her body gave out, her chroma fading into nothing even as she desperately tried to think of what she could have done differently.
In truth, she had known she was going to die, but at least it would be in her own terms.
Ever since her brother died her life had been pain, her mother hated her, her sister would hate her too, but she was too busy with war to care, only her father still cared about her and she could see the pain in his face every time he looked at her.
Her burns weren’t getting better, some days hurt worse than others, but it was a constant thing and, while it wasn’t unbearable, she was tired, even talking had became a struggle, the fire having damaged her throat to the point she could barely form words.
Worse, she knew that the moment she left, papa would destroy the canvas, the place she had spent the last 16 years of her life, the place she had made friends… she knew it had been a creation, but to her it had still been 16 years.
At first, her reason for staying had been purely selfish, she had repainted Verso and tried to make her own perfect place but, as her body got worse, her thinking had changed.
Gustav, Lune, Sciel, Sophie… to her they were all alive, they were capable of thoughts and feelings, they could reason, cry, laugh… to leave the canvas would have meant sacrificing them, just like her brother had sacrificed himself for her. She was not worth it.
No, the best she could do was to stay, to give —and yes, enjoy— a few happy years before her body gave out, she owned them at least that much.
Was she wrong? Perhaps, perhaps they were never real.
Sciel pain as she lost her husband and child and tried to kill herself, Lune’s anger and dedication towards her parents, Gustav’s love, anger and desperation… Every expeditioner’s will as they paved the way towards the Paintress with countless sacrifices, perhaps it was all fake but, having lived 16 years with them, she couldn’t accept that.
Sometimes, she wished she had lost, that the choice was taken out of her hands because, in truth, she couldn’t have chosen anything else.
And then she had woken up here, alive and fully believing she was a copy, something Clea had made to… what? Punish her? Remember? Maelle had no idea, she had gotten a little drunk then, trying to bury her thoughts in alcohol while also embarrassing her sister.
Taking a deep breath, she approached her newest painting again, she needed one last test. Extending her hand, she touched the wet canvas.
Opening her eyes, she stood on the empty bridge, cold night air hitting her face and pushing her hair back, making it flow in the wind, her chroma spreading through the world and making it a little more real by the second.
Extending an arm to the side, Maelle willed her brush into existence, her hand closing around the flexible shaft with strength… she still had her powers as a paintress.
For a full minute, she just stood there inside her newly created world, then she screamed and waved her brush in a violent stroke, black croma filling her vision as she erased everything.
Snapping back into her real body, Maelle looked at the destroyed painting one last time and closed her eyes. She was really alive.
In her world she knew there were people who had never heard about painters and writers, so the thought that there could be other powers out there she hadn’t heard about wasn’t entirely absurd but…
Maelle felt utterly lost, neither the canvas, her family or their enemies existed in this world so, what was she supposed to do now?
Looking over Isha’s drawing, she smiled as she noticed the distinct blue hair of Jinx beside two red and two black haired figures, all of them seeming to be facing an endless number of stick figure enforcers.
She supposed she’d start her new life by helping Jinx reunite with her father and, if she was still a paintress, perhaps she had more to contribute than just her sword skills, after that she could think about the future.
“Good work,” she said as the little girl eagerly presented her painting. “Is that us?”
Isha nodded vigorously, then pointed at a bad drawing of her and Jinx glued to the wall, stared up at her with large, puppy dog eyes, lips pouting in a terrifying effective manner.
Maelle tried to resist, but it only took her a second to crack. “Alright, I’ll paint you a portrait.” She sighed, she’d just have to make sure not to use her power when doing it.
An hour later, the rest of their impromptu party arrived, Pyrrha looking somewhat tired while the others were mostly the same, only Jinx was a little disheveled, did she have to fight?
Stepping away from the almost finished portrait, Maelle approached the balcony and took a closer look at the group, the blue haired younger girl had a smile on her face but there was no signs of Vander with them and Ethan’s shirt seemed to be shredded in some places, as if scratched by an animal
Eyes glancing suspiciously, she also noticed the way Taylor trying to avoid looking at him… ah, that explained things.
Taking a closer look at the man’s perfect physique barely hidden by his fraying shirt, Maelle couldn’t help leaning forward over the balcony and briefly liking her lips. Hmmm… perhaps there was another reason for her to stay with the group.
“Hey, my sprays!” Jinx yelled when she finally walked up the stairs. “You!”
Clearing her head, Maelle saw the angry look Jinx was giving her open cans of spray paint and promptly used her secret weapon. “Isha said I could do it!”
“She’s mute!”
“She can be very expressive,” Maelle shrugged, lifting the little girl by her armpits and pointing her towards Jinx. “See?”
The puppy dog eyes worked great, Jinx just looking from Isha to her painting with a conflicted expression before huffing. “Gah… I need a shower anyway, but you better clean this up before I’m done.”
Maelle was briefly distracted by the way Jinx’s hips swayed as walked further inside the building towards the shower, then shook her head, she had never been interested in woman. “I take it Vander didn’t show up?”
“No,” Ethan shook his head. “You’ve decided to stay then?”
Maelle shrugged. “Not like I have anything else to do here. Besides, you said you remember pulling us while in a void so you’re the best chance I have of getting back.”
She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go back but, if it was possible, she owned it to her family… both her families, the one she was born and the one she had formed with her friends, to try.
“To be clear, I’ve as much idea of how or why it happened as you do.”
“I know, but it’s still better than nothing. Anyways, how much do you really know about painting?”
Comments
Justin Archibald
I quite like how all these broken characters are hopefully getting a chance to shine. Great work!
