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"Aha! So, the man who was so scared of my "creepy magic" can conjure flames?" He grinned devilishly, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "I'm shocked." [ this is like the third thing you have from me and i'm not rushing you i just had to. the update made me do it. @witchywolfman ]

Julian cocked an eyebrow at him, his upper lip slightly twitched, trying to give a face of disgust before it broke and he began to chuckle just a bit. Putting his hands up in defeat, giving a grin to the other. “Ohoho, is that sarcasm, magician?”

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“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” He turned away from the other and shrugged, only looking back over his shoulder at the other. The shit-eating grin hadn’t left his face the entire time, but he didn’t want the other to see him snicker at the dramatization. “I’ll never tell.” [ @ask-doctor-jules ]

#BIG OOF

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The bushes rustle, leaves falling to the ground. From behind them, a white beast lumbers out, sniffing curiously. Its fur is matted and covered in blood. It falls from two hind legs to all four, nose still twitching. It approached the count, its black and nearly lifeless eyes eyeing him curiously. [@witchywolfman <3]

Lucio is hiding under the shade of a tree,covered in only a big black blanket.He stares at the beast quietly,shivering while the moon glares down at them.It isn’t uncommon for him to resist his transformation,and he could /smell/ that this beast was just like him.He couldn’t tell who it was though,the scents too intense for him to pick up at the moment.

He looks at the beast quietly,with a pitiful whine.He doesn’t want to lose his grip on his human form.He hates full moons…

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Asra approaches cautiously. He knew the other was a wolf, and had the human in him been sentient enough, he’d question how the other could resist the change. He couldn’t even hardly comprehend much beyond the scent of someone who was like him. He approached, his snout wrinkling as he sniffed the air. So much was happening, he could barely even figure out what he was nearing, let alone know that it was Lucio. If he knew, all hell would break loose, and there wouldn’t be any stopping the beast. In any case, he nudged the blanket with his muzzle. The black eyes met Lucio’s, a curious glimmer flashing across them for just a moment. [ @flowers-from-count-lucio ]

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Lucio didn’t speak for a while,huddled close into the thick blanket.He just watched the wolf,that looked so similar to his own cursed form.Would this mysterious wolf be territorial,should he finally let go and change?The count felt the moon’s pull again,much more painfully,and he let out a soft sigh.

It already hurt enough,and it always felt better when he let the moon take him.Quiet,he closed his eyes,and stopped fighting.It didn’t take long,very light tan fur taking over pale skin,until a big werebeast not unlike Asra took his place,ears flat with a rather upset look.He didn’t growl,or even act anywhere near agressive.

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He startled, taking a quick step back and letting out a snarl. His body was rigid, and he let out a harsh breath. His eyes looked the other wolf up and down, trying to assess the danger, if there was any. He sniffed the air, the scent of the other suddenly becoming clearer. He took a cautious step forward, the tension clearly visible in his form. He gave soft and gentle sniff of the other’s fur, only to jump back once again upon recognizing who he was with. A growl rose from his throat, and he bore his teeth, a warning to the other: All threats will be eliminated.

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The big wolf stayed perfectly still,ears twitching nervously.He could sense the tension just rolling off of the other,and he did his best to look smaller than he actually was.He tried to at least wag his fluffy tail as a sign of good will,but it was slow and uneasy.

It of course hadn’t taken much for Lucio to understand and take in his fellow wolf’s scent,and even beneath the strong metallic odor he could pick up the magician’s scent.He held no ill will towards Asra,but he knew that the magician hated him.For what reason,he wasn’t entirely sure,but he had a feeling it was something to do with the other’s apprentice.Quiet,the blonde creature kept his head low to remain unthreatening,head slightly tilted.

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This was… Odd. Asra had never known the other to be shy, let alone timid. He stopped growling and tilted his own head, confused. He took another step toward the other, his eyes quickly focusing on the wagging tail. A sign of good faith, maybe? He took a few more cautious steps, bringing his snout close to the other’s. He took a whiff of Lucio’s breath, unsure of whether or not to trust the other. He’d taken everything Asra had ever cared about, and yet, here he was, submitting so easily to the magician. Moving to the side, he sniffed down the other’s body, even getting a little blood on the count’s coat. Finally, he turned back to the count, his uneasy eyes unchanging as his posture softened slightly.

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Lucio didn’t dare move a muscle,keeping his more friendly silver eyes locked on Asra carefully.He let the other lycanthrope get as close as he wanted and sniff him from muzzle to paws,the only movement being his chest rising and falling.He felt no need to hurt Asra;he hadn’t even been aware of another werewolf in Vesuvia!The only person who knew of the count’s condition was Muriel,and it was he and his wolf Innana that helped teach him how to keep his consciousness through the night.His white-furred companion must not have been so lucky.

At last,Lucio set his one front paw on the ground,before balancing to settle on his haunches.He seemed to relax too,feeling no sign of a threat as long as he made no move to attack Asra.He was very much aware that his missing leg gave him a disadvantage,but he’d trained out of that.athe tan,scarred brute of a beast knew that he had to make sure not to set Asra off either way.

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The white wolf moved in front of Lucio just as he sat down. It was strange, seeing another like him. Asra tilted his head, almost as if he wanted to ask how the other could do this. How he could maintain his composure even after the shift. As his human mind dealt with the change, he could feel the hormones rushing through his body. All the rage and aggression that could exist in a single being’s body swelled within him, primal and furious in its need. Asra felt lucky when he woke up. His wolf had only ever hurt animals, but he knew that one day he’d hurt someone. These things can’t be prevented, he rationalized, but of course he knew that was just something he’d told himself. An excuse to let the wolf take over so he didn’t have to deal with the pain of being what he was. But he did want- no, he needed to know how to control it. If he couldn’t, he knew he’d hurt someone he loved. So here he was. A white werewolf sitting in front of a tan one, his black eyes staring into the abyss of the other’s, trying to ask a question the wolf in him couldn’t quite formulate. How? How did he do it?

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Lucio let out a soft chuff,rising to all three paws just to sink his teeth into the blanket and lifted it up.Prior to his shift he always took his prosthetic off,and bundled it in a part of the blanket.Today was no different,and the arm weighed that part of the blanket down like it was in a cradle.

The tannish-gold beast tilted his head towards Asra,then the path in a signal to follow,before beginning to lumber further into the forest.They were too close to Muriel’s home.Lucio was always close to the cottage on Full Moons,since he normally spent them hunting with Muriel and Innana,but he knew that Asra may not be able to handle a human yet.He would have to pass his teaching from Muriel to Asra so the white beast would be able to control his wolf too.

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Asra followed, seeming to get the idea. He watched the tan wolf lumber ahead of him, watching the prosthetic swing in the blanket lightly. It was strange, seeing the other without his arm. It was almost like seeing him while he was sick, the vulnerability of the count apparent but unspoken. Had his mind not been clouded and foggy from the wolf, Asra would have been relieved. He was nervous about shifting so close to Muriel’s home, but he didn’t have time to get any further away. The shift started, and he had passed out before he could get any farther. He listened intently to the woods around them, almost waiting for something to come along. The blood on his fur had dried, but the thirst of the wolf hadn’t been quenched. It ached, deep inside his stomach, like a string pulling at the back of his mind.

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The light coloured beast stopped mid-step,head raised just enough to open his jaws a bit to catch any nearby smells.Muriel passed by recently,but the scent was stale.Hours old,he was likely safe in his cottage now.That’s good.Lucio huffed softly,and turned his head a different direction as the wind slowly changed.

A deer herd,perhaps a couple miles to the east.The wolf let out a joyed chuff and turned his head back to look at Asra,then jerked his head to the right and changed paths to follow the scent.

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When the wind changed, Asra’s ears perked up. He knew what the other was thinking immediately, and took off after the scent. The wolf was excited, even thrilled by the thought of the hunt. Catching something, anything, was like a child opening presents on Christmas day. He kept track of the scent easily, only slowing down once he got close enough to the deer. He waited for Lucio, the wolf in him curious as to what a wolf with only three legs could do. His human mind had heard legends of Lucio’s mercenary prowess, but would that translate well into hunting, especially as a wolf? He would have to wait and see.

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Lucio didn’t struggle to keeping up,his strides longer to properly distribute his weight between his remaining three legs so he wouldn’t be unbalanced.He stopped just ahead of Asra,lowering himself down just in case one of the deer happened to glance their way.They were downwind,thankfully,so the prey-scent was coming to them,instead of the other way around.

Slow,he looked at Asra with a soft huff before stalking his way through the darkness and bushes so he could get closer to their target.Lucio could already see two weaklings.An old stag,and an injured doe.Perfect.

Quietly,the large beast made his way around,and got close to his target,the doe.He figured Asra would rather have the buck.A challenge would be better for him,a chance to wind down.

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Asra approached the old stag, his breathing slowing as he stealthily made his way through the bushes. He waited for the perfect moment, his body coiled with tightly wound energy. He focused solely on the stag, listening for any movement. Finally, FINALLY he was ready. He pounced, lunging from behind the brush. He landed on the stag, and bit out a chunk of the animal’s thigh. When the deer began to thrash, it hit Asra with it’s antlers, causing the primal fury in his body to only let loose even more. He tore at the poor creature with his claws, splattering blood all over his fur. Once the creature stopped crying and finally fell over, dead, Asra bit its head off and continued to viciously destroy the body. It was almost like he did it for fun, his wolf. Of course, it ate parts of the deer and gnawed on it’s bones as any carnivorous animal would, but the wolf absolutely decimated the prey before hand. He was like a child, playing with his food and making a mess, but in a vicious and almost horrifying way.

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Lucio’s own kill was much less violent.Upon leaping upon the doe’s back,he was able to grab her throat in his fangs and pin her to the dirt,forcing her to quit thrashing as he bit down.A clean kill,quick and mostly painless for the animal.Lucio looked up,ears flat at the sight of Asra’s kill.Oh dear,that’s fucking scary.He shook his head,and with a soft ripping noise,the beast just about buried his muzzle in the dead doe’s belly in order to eat the softer,less lean parts.

The rest of the herd had escaped long ago,leaving the werewolves to eat,but Lucio didn’t mind all that much.If they needed to hunt again,it wouldn’t be hard to find where they went.Muzzle stained with blood,the blonde creature left the remainder of what he didn’t eat for the crows and other creatures that roamed,and began to move away from the clearing.It was nearly dawn….It was imperative to grab his blanket and start heading to the palace gardens.Agaim,Lucio looked at Asra.Would he see the magician during the day?

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The white wolf continued to rip his prey to bits, playing with the bones like a puppy with a new toy. When he noticed Lucio shifting to move away, he caught the other’s eye. The blood that dripped from his form wasn’t quite yet dry, and he had no intention of allowing the human part of his mind to wake to anything less than a terrifying sight. He gave the other a nod of his head, almost as if to say ‘go on, I’ll stay here.’ Once his human mind caught the small bits and pieces of the night, he’d come rushing to Lucio for answers. The magician wanted nothing more than to control the beast that roamed in his body every full moon, and the wolf knew that. After breaking eye contact with Lucio, he went back to ripping flesh from the deer, determined to finish his meal before the dawn broke and Asra’s body returned to normal.

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Upon recieving the little nod,Lucio left,picking up his blanket bundle on the way and heading back home to the palace.He’d been able to arrange the guard patrols to where the path to his room would be unguarded for a small window of time on full moons.And the guards were thankfully none the wiser.

When morning did rise,Lucio,now human,remained curled in bed,clean of blood and any evidence of his night in the woods.As per the norm,he would sleep through most of the morning and into the afternoon,hopefully uninteruppted.But it never really worked out that way.

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The next morning, Asra showed up to the palace. He’d demanded to see the count, storming past any guards he could. The ones he couldn’t would be spending at least the next ten minutes arguing with a mirage. He stormed down the count’s wing, and slammed his fist into the door repeatedly. “Lucio!” He shouted. “Lucio, open this door!” He knew what had happened. Or, at least, he thought he did. He’d woken up in the same puddle of blood and guts that he always did, but the first thing that came back to him was the other, laying under a blanket before him. He needed to know that the Count was alive- and that he wasn’t going to tell all of Vesuvia that there was a wolf among them.

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Lucio shot up when Asra began pounding at the door,flesh hand over his chest while his prosthetic lay on the table next to the bed.It took him a moment,but he realized who was at his door and had a good idea on why.The Count sat up,leaning back against his head board.”Come in.It’s open.”

He didn’t bother getting dressed earlier that morning.But he made sure to at least put something on so he wouldn’t have anything vulgar revealed to anyone who entered his room.But that also meant every old scar from so many years were on display,including the massive bites that cut off his missing arm.

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Shoving the door open, Asra stormed over to the bed, the anger at the manipulation he expected apparent on his face. Everything that had happened to him since his bite was swirling around in his brain, and not only did he need answers, he needed Lucio to keep his mouth shut. He took note of the scars, but was hardly intimidated by them. He’d heard tales of the Count’s bloody military conquests, and knew that scars had undoubtedly come from such gore. The bite marks caught his eye, as he had one just like it on his thigh, and it made him wonder how exactly the other had lost his arm. “You know what I’m here for.”

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The tired Count raised an eyebrow,before reaching to grab his prosthetic and put it on.”I do.You want answers.That much I could tell since….everything that happened last night.”The golden limb latched on,flickering to life with a small hum as Lucio got out of bed from the other side and wandered to the closet to at least pull on a robe or something.

“You don’t remember what really happened,do you?I can’t say I’m surprised.You’re feral,unable to control your wolf.But that isn’t meant as an insult.It’s only the truth of what I witnessed.”Lucio stated,pulling on the robe and wandering the room with a watering can that sat on his desk in order to water the many white roses around the bedroom.

“Last night,you had so many questions.Though neither of us could speak,I could see them.You’re free to ask now,nothing’s stopping you.And you don’t need to worry about volume.This room has been enchanted to be soundproof outside of choice phrases from me for years.”

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Asra shook his head, a bitter grin spreading across his face. He knew Lucio was right- the wolf that lived inside him was feral. That didn’t stop the sting he felt from being called feral by what he believed to be one of the more vicious warmongers of Vesuvia. It made him sick to his stomach to think that he was worse than the count, but the bloody piles he woke up in every month didn’t lie. “Well, let’s start with the obvious,” he spat. Out of all the questions swirling in his brain, one stood out above all else. It was one that plagued him since he’d found out what he’d become, and what he could do. He’d been searching for the answer to this question relentlessly, day and night, without even so much as a day’s rest. “Did you turn me?” The question came out like an accusation, pointed and seemingly omniscient. It made his blood boil to think that the person who had made him into this beast was right under his nose, escaping any retribution for the life he ruined. Asra knew he’d catch and skin whoever’d done it, whether he was a wolf or not.

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It didn’t shock the Count,to hear the question.”No.I’ve never turned or attacked anyone.The one person I have gone after is alive and well,and stays unharmed.You know him,your friend in the forest.I can’t say I regret it either.If he hadn’t met me there,I would still be just like you.”It wasn’t an insult,it was only a fact.Muriel had saved the Count’s life,because he knew he was suffering during the night.He couldn’t help Asra because no one knew about the wolf,except now Lucio.

There was no hostility coming from the royal,either.Which kept his pets calm,while the two dogs slept on the bed and his bird remained asleep on his perch.”I have no doubt that the beast that turned you is likely dead.There are a few werewolf hunters in Vesuvia.And by the looks of it,you’ve mostly lived here your whole life.Maybe that wolf already got their retribution,Asra.What matters is making sure you get control over yourself so one day you don’t find yourself eating a child.It’s not easy,but….it helps alot.Keeping in tune with your wolf has alot of perks,too.If you’re in enough control,you can shift outside of the full moon if you need to.I’d be willing to help you,if you want to try to control it.No tricks,no lies.”

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Asra’s tough demeanor faltered at the comment about children. He’d known it in his heart, that the wolf was capable of anything, but to hear the worst said aloud? It made his heart stop. He the anger in his heart all but faded, and he felt like his soul had shattered. It was like everything he’d done, all the measures he’d taken to protect the people around him, were useless now. He let out a deep, shakey breath. His eyes watered, and he squeezed them shut to clear his eyes of the liquid. All the thoughts that flashed through his head were about his loved ones- What would he do? What if he hurt Nadia? Julian? His apprentice? He couldn’t even comprehend the possibility of the situation, but he knew he had to face it. He looked up, making eye contact with Lucio. He didn’t think he could trust anyone, least of all Lucio, with his beast- but he also knew that, right here and now, he didn’t have a choice. “Alright, alright- will you help me? Learn to… control it?”

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“Of course.All you need to do is ask and I’ll help you.I know you don’t like me,Asra….but I know you don’t want to hurt your friends.If you wanted anyone to be hurt,you wouldn’t be here asking for help.But we can’t do anything here.We’ll take a ride out into the forest and get started.How well do you ride horses?”After that Lucio continued getting ready,to pull on a more relaxed outfit.”If you don’t ride I can let you borrow one of the slower horses we use for short rides like this.If you know what you’re doing you can take your pick.”The count didn’t mind either way.All of his horses were very gentle creatures,trained very well,but the concern was Asra falling off one of his faster-paced equines.He’d have to choose wisely.

Lucio had an empty schedule today,anyway.He always made sure to clear it for after a full moon,when he needed to sleep off the forced shift.Once he WAS ready,he headed for the door,passing Asra with no hesitation.”Come.There’s a shortcut outside to the stables,and we’ll take a path where we won’t be seen.”

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Asra faltered, taking a moment to think. “I’ve never rode a horse- But I have a beast friend who lets me ride him.” Noticing that Lucio was going ahead whether Asra was ready or not, he rushed to catch up to him. “So, I suppose whichever one is like that?” It was strange, not only working with Lucio, but to see him so- friendly. It was like this Lucio was a completely different person- Not the man who’d hired him to find a cure, and certainly not the man Nadia had married many years ago. As they passed the people he’d tricked in order to get to Lucio, Asra let them out of the magic that kept them arguing with the air. He didn’t want to keep everyone busy all day- What if Nadia needed something? Or what if his beloved apprentice needed protecting? He couldn’t risk it- especially if he was going to be agitating his wolf.

#this is SO LATE and i'm SO SORRY #life is hard and i am so tired

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Okay but.... Asra holding an embarrassed Faust?

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#she always looks gorgeous

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You suck

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@ask-doctor-jules

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The Arcana Blogs

If you consistently update your blog with only The Arcana stuff please reblog or like this soI can follow you. My TL is dead AF.

#hi yes hello #am werewolf asra

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It’s 4:30 am

#HINT: IT'S THE TEAPOT

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asra don’t be mean, it’s not julian’s fault he simply can’t shut up

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@witchywolfman

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(okay but you know i can’t keep my starter brain off..... im literally in dire need of this to happen @ask-doctor-jules )

#im screaming

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Lucio, seductively: Am I a bad boy?

Asra, deadpan: Yes, you’ve been bad

Lucio, still seductively: Oh yeah? How bad am I?

Asra, still deadpan: You’re a fucking nightmare to be honest

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

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Julian: Lucio’s dead…

Asra: ……………..‘oh no, not the dickhead-’ What do you want me to say???

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Time to get into Halloween mood! Here is a quick doodle requested by one of my lovely patrons! I was asked to draw Asra as a witch, which (hah) and I just couldn’t say no. I have to admit that I haven’t played The Arcane yet. But I absolutely love the designs and art style of the game.

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"Julian-" The magician sounded almost panicked as he called out for the doctor. "Julian, I need your help," Asra's face was sunken and pale from the strain and bloodloss he'd suffered on his way to Julian's location. He stumbled, and reached out to grab the doctor's arm for support. [ @witchywolfman ]

Julian’s attention was caught when he heard the weak cries, sometimes he believed he could hear them from any distance. His eyes went wide in fear and surprise when he saw the necromancer. Instead of letting Asra hang onto him, Julian wrapped his arms around the other’s waist and held him steady as he pulled him against his chest, already walking him into his house. Asra managed to catch him as soon as he was getting home. Brundle was excited to see Asra, but she knew Julian didn’t have time. A loud crash as Julian shoved everything off his work desk and laid Asra on top, already removing his gloves.“Asra, can you tell me what happened?”[ @witchywolfman ]

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When Asra rubbed in the right places, Julian’s free hand curled and gripped into his covers, pulling and letting himself squirm, thrusting his hips as his face grew a darker shade every time he almost made a sound. He wanted to beg Asra for more but he knew it was against his best interests, even if he did begin to tremble slightly after awhile. Julian looked up to the other with a saddened expression, but quickly became more obedient at his words. He just loved when Asra called him pet names. He nodded slowly at this, his lip twitched at Asra’s smile. “It’s your decision.”

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“My decision? Oh, but Ilya,” He mumbled as he pulled his finger out of the other. “I couldn’t do that to you.” Asra’s hands found their way back up to Julian’s face, and he cupped the other’s red cheeks. He brought Julian’s face down to his own and pressed a sweet, loving kiss to his lips. He kissed down to his neck, leaving little nips along the way. “Not after you were so good for me,” he muttered against the other’s neck. He gave the other a sharp bite, hoping to leave a beautiful bruise on his neck. His lips moved down to the doctor’s collarbone where he left more love bites, only pausing to admire his work. “What do you think, Ilya?” The white haired man let his lips work down to the redhead’s nipple, taking it into his mouth and giving it a gentle nip. “Have you been good enough for your reward? Or should you be punished for being naughty?” [ @ask-doctor-jules ]

#nsfw #asra x julian #asrian #asra the magician #asra rp #asra #the arcana rp #julian devorak #ask-doctor-jules

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