The Arcana: Fragments

XXX: Mine, Again

Asra x Reader

I woke in the shop like any other day, for a brief moment my body felt foreign. I have awoke here for the past three days. He claims I have been here for years.

This city is a vague memory, this shop of an odd design. "I'll be back early", he says, "There's a new shop open by the bakery, I'll find you some clothes you would've-...that you'll like."

With that, he was gone. "I love you", he said. I replied back on instinct with the same words, he liked that.

Once he had departed I left the feather bed and sandstone room - which he claimed was my own - and explored some more. I scoured every corner of this building, looking for a sign of who he was, who I was, what we were - if anything. I recognized my aura in certain parts of the space; the merchandise corners with its array of potions, the bed in my bedroom, the kitchen. Still, nothing definitive. It was as if I was a ghost to a life I never knew I lived.

I wasn't sure how to approach the question of asking about my past to him. He made it very difficult to approach the topic entirely, claiming it would be too much to explain and that when the time is right he would tell me. "There is so much I need to explain", he would begin. "And with where I currently am with work and the duties the Countess needs me for...I promise we will discuss this properly, y/n, just not now."

I was obliged to accept his excuse, push aside my concerns for a later date. As I searched the shop once more, I noticed a tarot deck left in the reading room draw my attention. For some odd reason I got the distinct notion it was within the deck that I would find my answer. And so, flipping the shop's sign to 'closed', I seated myself in front of the deck and began my own reading. Sprawling out my deck, which I divided into seven in habit, I looked into my past. Asra claimed I possessed 'powers'. What he coined 'magic' and 'spiritual abilities' that most did not have. I did not believe him. That was until I split my deck and was hurled into memories deep in my mind. Swirls of random ethereal-like smoke enveloped my surroundings as my eyes looked into images that were not really there. It was Asra and I, the memories we had made throughout the years.

An outing to visit the beaches of the city. Walking at sunset among an underground market nightlife. Grooming the snake, Faust; a bowl full of bubbles and its slithering body darting into our arms so as to smother us in the cleansing foam, bringing us into a fit of laughter. The images all felt familiar, but not of my own.

I must've been entranced for hours by what the deck had to tell me because once I felt myself growing drained the blue sky seeping in from the curtains outside when I had entered had now turned a deep violet. I sat back, breathing deep to refocus myself. Asra stood in the doorway to the reading room, his mouth sealed, his eyes screaming something. Suddenly I felt as though I had trespassed somewhere I shouldn't have, even though nothing in the shop was deemed 'off limits' by my once past-lover.

"Asra", I whispered into the air. This encouraged him to stand up straight and walk into the shadows behind me, placing himself directly against my back. Speaking ever so softly, Asra inaudibled spoke a phrase in another language. Puffs of magenta and pink plumes rose from his palms, its scent hit my nose and I was instantly swept into intoxication. "You saw?" he asked. I nodded yes as my eyelids fell shut. "Good", he said, his palms going under my elbows to bring me to stand. His head fell into the top of my scalp, his breath blew cooly down into my shirt. Slowly, he began running his palms up and down my frame. It felt odd at first, but after catching another whiff of the scent from before he was able to push gently at my shoulders to bring my upper half entirely bent over the reading table. His hands roamed again, up and down then back up again. Lilacs and caramel. That was the scent.

Practically tearing open the laced shirt I wore he exposed my back to the cool night air. Pressing his lower half against mine he tasted and kissed all that he could get to. "Mine...again", he said in between inhalations. I could not resist the feelings he gave me, his touch and movements made my eyes close and roll back without control. Without much regard he undid the clothing to my lower half, tossing aside what fabric there was and pressed me further against the table. My leg rose to the table's surface, pushed upwards and held there. "Mine, once again", he repeated. I attempted to question it but my words were taken from me as I tried to speak, my thoughts clouded over and drugged back into ecstasy. Instead, a single moan escaped from my lips.

Grinding my hips with intractable strain, all I could think of was the fulfillment I needed in order to be satisfied. I began imaging what it would feel like as I listened to the muddled sounds of further articles of clothing dropping to the floor. "Say it", he suddenly said. I shook my head. I had no idea what he wanted me to say, nor had any recollection he had been talking. "Say that you are mine", he breathed into my ear hoarsely. White locks of hair fell across my vision, blocking my view of The Devil tarot card that for a brief moment I thought I saw glow. Lilac and caramel swooned over my senses. "I'm yours", I said aimlessly. That's when a smooth, consistent pressure was plunged into me. A fervid moan escaped me in sync with the length I in-took.

The fullness I felt was intense, his hip collided with my backside, sharp bones and warm skin. He held himself there. I breathed slowly to try and adjust. Abruptly, I became ultra aware of the room surrounding us, my arousal dissipated for a moment. I glanced down, my reading deck of cards all sprawled beneath me, some drowned beneath my chest. Their edges all glowed and my mouth fell open, and then he thrusted back into me. "Keep saying it", he ordered. His pace made the table beneath me scrape against the floor, I felt my insides moving under his strength. Bearing down on the pleasure I shut my eyes and kept up as best I could. Asra was ravenous, and aching for something. His moans were hungry and equally starved. Holding me down and against the table he plunged himself further, harder, and faster into me. Pitiful, squeals of sound escaped my lips. This feeling, the sensation and the frequency of it all. It was all I could do to make small vocalities that signalled to him I could not handle it yet equally wanted more. "I'm yours", I say again. A harder thrust than the others ensued whenever I said it.

Sweat beaded and dripped down the both of us, a slow 'drip' 'drip' of our fluids hitting the floor occasionally as we collided. A warm, clammy hand snaked around and under my chin, pulling my head upwards and flush against his own. Our mouths adjacent to each other, his slightly above my own. Ragged breathing and short stammered moaning filled the air. Quick swallows of air to remoisten our drying tongues. "I can't...", he says, his pace quickening. I understand what he means, I whimper a small moan, feeling myself tightening. The muscles to my lower half begin spasming, quick jerks of tissue I have no control over. "One more time, just one", he begs, his length hitting the end of my insides to where I'm practically drooling for release. "I'm...", I try. The shaking grows stronger, quick shouts of moans come from behind me.

"Yours!"

Two echoes of long moans sound over the shop and reading room. I don't feel how much he has filled me until he pulls himself from me. The warm drizzle of fluid escapes me and falls to the floor among the rest. He relaxes on top of me, disregarding my shallow breath. My leg is released from his grip and it falls limp off the table. I blink my eyes several times, trying to readjust my senses to normality. It is at this moment I realized from the intensity of the moment I had begun crying, droplets of my tears still fresh on the tarot cards from my orgasm. "I'm so happy you're back...I couldn't...This...I needed you back."

Without asking, I feebly place pieces together from his words. For whatever reason, which he will not reveal, I was gone. We were one. And then we weren't, until now, that is. I decide at this moment perhaps I do not need to know the full story. Because at this moment I am content. Whatever the clause, I am back. With him, nonetheless.

[07.15.2020]