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It had been a few years since Scaramouche finally decided to choose his own path. After living his life in anger for decades, he knew he needed to start over. He changed his persona completely. Common folk knew him as “The Wanderer”, but he didn’t mind those close to him calling him “Scaramouche” or “Kunikuzushi.” For the past few years, he’d gone to travel on his own to see everything for the first time again simply to admire the beauty of life. He spent time in Sumeru first, travelling the rainforest and enjoying the most delicious of meals. Then to Liyue, where he’d seen a thousand beautiful orange sunsets on the highest of mountains. Eventually, he’d made it all the way to Mondstadt.
Scaramouche had been there before, but not in this headspace. He'd only been there when he was a Harbinger, full of hatred and anger. He’d never truly took a moment to admire the peacefulness and beauty of Mondstadt itself. Even though he hadn’t met as many people in Mondstadt as he did in his other travels, he felt welcome; safe. The locals of Mondstadt smiled at him, waved, offered pleasantries, and helped him feel the most welcome. They hadn’t known his past, but it didn’t matter. The locals of Mondstadt just cared to make everyone feel like family, regardless of who you were.
On one particular summer day during his travels in Mondstadt, Scaramouche found a vast field ahead of him, full of flowers and lush green grass. A small stream ran close by it, housing many fish and different wildlife. No people were to be seen around him, but he remembers the locals describing this place. It was Windrise. He thought to himself that it was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.
Scaramouche laid in the grass for awhile, staring up at the sky and watching as the clouds drifted by. He felt so at peace, like nothing else mattered but the beauty of nature that surrounded him. Minutes turned into hours, until eventually his exhaustion of walking there washed over him, and he fell asleep in a bed of grass with his hat tilted slightly over his eyes.
Mona Megistus was a local of Mondstadt. She was an astrologer, who didn’t go out very often due to her studies. Most of the time, she preferred to stay inside and spend hours online researching new topics and reading quite lengthy books about astrology. She did this for years, and only really went out to get essentials like groceries.
But there was one thing she did love doing in nature, and that was going to the midst of Windrise to watch the stars.
Mona didn’t live far from Windrise, so she would walk there most nights just to enjoy the scenery and admire the stars she loved so much above her. This night would be no different.
Right?
As Mona approached her usual spot by the Statue of the Seven to sit and bring out her sketchbooks, she saw something unusual in the grass that truthfully did startle her. Mona was quite paranoid of something happening this late at night out in this field, but she also knew how safe the area was.
“Hello?” Mona said with caution as she walked closer steadily. When she approached even closer, she realized she recognized this silhouette from somewhere. The small figure, short navy-blue hair, that big hat... was that Scaramouche?! It can’t be. Why would he be laying asleep in the grass at Windrise?
Mona held her books close to her chest as she stood directly over his side, confirming her suspicion. “S-Scaramouche??”
Scaramouche groaned as he finally woke up, using a single finger to tilt his hat out of his eyesight and gazing at Mona above him. He quickly jolted up, a mix of fear and embarrassment crashing over him.
“Mona?” He exclaimed, clearly relieved it wasn’t a stranger standing over him in a dark field. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here, creep? Are you plotting something again?” Mona replied, seemingly frustrated.
Scaramouche and Mona known each other prior to this. They weren’t ever particularity friends, but they weren’t really... enemies, either. They had their feuds, that’s for sure, but they never held any actual hatred towards each other. They tended to tease each other often because of this.
“I’m not plotting anything. I’m simply here to enjoy the peace of Mondstadt.” Scaramouche explained to her, somehow feeling humiliated by his own words. Mona only knew him as this great Harbinger, not someone who exists simply just to... exist.
Mona looked down at him, extremely confused and suspicious, until she remembered the rumours going around town about a curious wanderer in the area. It must be him.
“Heh, I’m glad you’ve decided on something that won’t harm anyone else for once,” Mona teasingly said to him, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a sharp head movement as she still held her books to her chest. “If you try anything though, I’ll have you know I’ll be first in line to kick your butt.”
Scaramouche never had a moment prior to now where he really got a chance to look at Mona. With his eyes and mind finally crystal clear, he took his chance to scan her in full. Mona stood above him, wearing her usual outfit of a skin tight bodysuit with shorts, and her arms sheathed by a jacket she put on to keep her from getting too cold out in the field that night. His eyes curiously ran over her hips and curves, admiring her every detail. Never did Scaramouche feel this sort of attraction towards anyone, but now it was burning.
She was so hot.
“Be my guest. You wouldn’t make a dent, Miss Megistus.” Scaramouche finally replied to her previous statement, smirking at her as he rose his arms and cupped his hands behind his head. Mona gave him a playfully angry look, then decided it was safe to sit down beside him. They sat beside each other in the grass with their hands in the grass and arms supporting their bodies.
The astrologer scanned his body up and down, taking note of the new anemo vision he possessed. The blues and whites of his clothing looked undoubtably good on him, a little too good, but Mona would take her chance to tease him for it.
“I like your new get up.” She complimented, seemingly genuine. “You look like a blueberry.”
Mona giggled at her own joke and Scaramouche chuckled quietly, his mind too pre-occupied on... other things. “You haven’t changed, have you?” He replied.
“Not nearly as much as you have. I mean, look at you,” Mona gestured to him. “You used to be a Fatui harbinger and now you’re sleeping in the middle of Windrise like a weirdo?”
Scaramouche shrugged. “It’s much more pleasurable to spend time enjoying the world than despising it, I find,” He stared at the night sky before looking back at Mona, “Especially when it leads to meeting an old friend.”
Friend? Mona’s eyes widened.
“Hmph, if you say so.” She was clearly flustered. Mona didn’t have many friends, not at all. Hearing Scaramouche refer to her as such greatly tugged on her heart strings.
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re sleeping in the grass, though.” Mona stated as she turned her head away.
The wanderer chuckled at her statement. “it’s not like I live here in Mondstadt now, Mona. I sleep wherever I can.”
Mona glanced at him, keeping the ‘friend’ statement in mind. She felt obligated to offer him a place to stay while he was in Mondstadt after that, but it wouldn’t even be such a bad thing anyway. Especially because... well..
She did find him a bit cute. She always had. But she’d never admit that, not in a million years.
“Pfft, well if you’re not too determined on sleeping with bugs, I can offer you some shelter while you’re here in Mondstadt.” Mona teasingly said to him, her offer standing true.
Scaramouche smirked, his mind immediately going to the gutter, yet also feeling grateful for this offer from her. She was truly kind to be offering this to him, especially while knowing his past of causing trouble.
“I’ll take that offer, Megistus.” He looked her in the eyes. “As long as there’s no strings attached.”
God, something about the way he spoke to her started to make Mona go a bit crazy inside. Even though she didn’t assume he was being intentionally flirtatious, it made her bit her lip slightly, nonetheless.
“Fine. But no funny business, Kunikuzushi. Or you’re back to sleeping in the grass like a bug for the rest of your stay.” Mona exclaimed as she got up off the grass.
Scaramouche’s eyes widened at the sound of his actual name. He hadn’t heard it in awhile, he even forgot she knew his actual name at all. For some reason, it turned him on even more than he already was. Regardless, he followed her actions as they are now both back on their feet, brushing off their legs as they both began walking back to Mona’s household in Mondstadt city.
On their 20 minute walk, Scaramouche insisted on telling Mona all about his travels. The people he’d met, the experience he gained, the lessons he learned; all somehow led him to straight to Mona. She caught him up on her personal life and studies too, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as his. The astrologer felt her heart flutter, staring at him the entire walk home as he completely flourished telling her all about his new life. It was so nice to see him so happy for once.
As they approached her doorstep, Mona took her keys out of her jacket pocket and began unlocking the door. “Welcome to my humble abode, Wanderer,” She exclaimed with a bite of sarcasm. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Even though Scaramouche was exploding with excitement inside that he was invited to stay with this gorgeous woman for the foreseeable future, he moved with caution and acted very politely towards her. Scaramouche smiled at her welcoming, taking off his shoes while noting that her entire house reflected her so accurately. It wasn’t messy, but it was disheveled slightly, with some of her clothes on the floor in random spots and empty alcohol bottles taking up space on her counters.
“Thank you, Megistus. You have a lovely place.” Scaramouche replied. “Didn’t know you were an alcoholic, though.” He picked up an empty vodka bottle off of her kitchen counter.
The astrologer scoffed, uncrossing her arms and ripped the bottle out of his hands rapidly. “H-hey! I’m no alcoholic!” She stated, clearly embarrassed. “What’s wrong with a girl having some fun once in a while?”
“Nothing, if it’s not alone.” Scaramouche smirked at her, realizing this was a perfect moment to make his first move, but he held back. He wanted to be polite. I mean, what kind of guy would he be if he said something sexual right after stepping in her hou-
“Oh? And what do you mean by that, Kunikuzushi?” Mona put the bottle down on a nearby counter, crossing her arms once again, her hips swaying. “Are you saying a girl can’t have fun on her own without a prick like you around?” She said teasingly.
Scaramouche snapped. There was no holding back those remarks now.
He walked up to her, eyes clearly filled with lust. Mona knows that, she was trying to provoke him. He began to speak, voice deeper than usual. “I think you’d have way more fun if I was with you instead.”
Mona gulped.
She stood looking in his eyes in silence for a few seconds. Mona knew he wanted this now, too. She glanced down at his hand for a moment before grabbing it and dragging him to her bedroom with urgency.
Mona guided Scaramouche to her bed where he sat with his legs off the foot of the bed, not taking his eyes off her for a second. Mona closed and locked the door behind them.
“Look who’s eager.” Scaramouche growled, feeling an erection already forming in his pants.
“Shut up.” Mona said quietly with a sigh, before finally sitting in his lap, facing him. An extremely heated kiss began.
As expected, they fought for dominance throughout this kiss, tongues exploring one another as Scaramouche’s hands began to wander her back. Mona felt his length growing impossibly harder under her, so she took her golden opportunity and grinded directly on it, hips rolling on his. Scaramouche let out the first moan, his desperation making his actions grow more and more aggressive. He unzipped the back of her bodysuit with force as Mona clawed at the fabric on his chest. They needed this from each other so badly.
“Ah...” Mona moaned quietly, looking down as she realized something. She grew so wet grinding on his cock through the fabric of his pants that it had soaked through. Scaramouche chuckled at this.
“You want it that bad? Huh?” He provoked her before jolting his hips upward into her wet area. “You should just be honest and fucking say so next time.”
Mona finally let out a loud moan before holding onto his shoulders for support. What happened to the new, polite Scaramouche from before? Does he only let his frustration come out when he’s so horny like this?
What does he mean by next time?
With Mona deep in her own thoughts, Scaramouche saw the opportunity to win the battle of dominance and took it. He wrapped his arms fully around her waist and flipped her over onto the bed with aggression, pinning her there for a moment to show her who’s in control. Mona accepted it, for now. She wouldn’t usually take that role, but she would do it for him.
She laid there so vulnerable and desperate. She wanted to let Scaramouche have his moment. He ripped the now unzipped bodysuit off of her, leaving her completely naked under him.
“Fuck, Mona, look at you.” He let his hands explore the bare skin of her body, tracing her curves and making his way up to massage her tits with passion. “Laying there like a desperate little bitch in heat.”
Mona exhaled heavily before smacking his leg at this remark. “J-just...” She struggled to get her words out. “Hurry up. Please.”
Scaramouche gazed down at her, eyes dark. “Beg.”
She whined. Mona was willing to let go of her integrity for a moment. Anything to get him to fuck her.
“Please, please hurry up, I can’t take it anymore” Mona began to squirm desperately under him. “Stop teasing me, please, Kunikuzushi.”
Scaramouche growled. After using his name like that, he had no choice but to continue now.
The astrologist watched him as Scaramouche untied the thick bow at his waist, throwing the fabric to the side. He opened his kimono, revealing his pale toned chest as he threw that fabric off the bed too. Finally, he got his shorts off, leaving him almost fully naked besides the white knee-high socks he refused to take off right now because there was no time to waste.
Nothing was stopping him now from pounding her with absolutely no mercy, but he wanted to prioritize her before anything. Most of all, he wanted to savor every moment with Mona and burn this into his memory. This wasn’t something to rush.
“Kuni?” Mona whined, confused on why he wasn’t continuing. He just stayed still for a moment, still admiring her body. “What’s wrong?”
Scaramouche snapped out of it and looked at her eyes. “I didn’t forget all those rude remarks, you know,” He stated. “I think you deserve some punishment for that.”
Mona laid still, even more confused. “Wha...?” She exclaimed, before realizing what he meant. Scaramouche intended on dragging this out for a long time.
He began kissing her tits, savoring every second before slowly making his way down her body. Eventually he was face to face with her glistening pussy, and it was clear just how badly she wanted this.
Scaramouche gave her slit one long lick and she shuttered. “Ngh... Ahhh...” Mona whined. The feeling made her even more desperate for release.
He looked up at her and began prodding at her hole with his middle finger. “Such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” Scaramouche degraded her. “Acting all tough but you’re already weak after one lick?”
Mona teared up, but smiled. She enjoyed this little game of his. “Fuck you.”
He looked up at her once again after hearing those words out of her mouth. His unoccupied hand held her throat with a grip before he began to speak darkly.
“I’ll make you regret that.” It wasn’t an empty threat.
Mona squirmed with excitement again before Scaramouche continued fingering her pussy with his middle and ring finger. He returned his mouth to her clit, his tongue exploring every crevice and lapping up her fluids. He did it with absolutely no remorse, occasionally sucking on her clit with so much force, she knew she was going to cum soon. Scaramouche curled his fingers inside of her, pressing up against her walls all while flicking her clit with his tongue. Mona had already turned into a hot mess.
“Ahh! Kuni, don’t stop, please!” Mona whined, her legs sandwiching his head between her plush thighs. “God, that’s so fucking good, please, I’m gonna cum!”
Scaramouche moaned into her pussy while continuing his antics, feeling himself grow so impossibly hard to the point where it was throbbing. Her moans were so lush, her voice trembling. Mona’s vulnerability right now was pure fuel for him.
But he had to stick to his plan. He was a man of his word, after all.
Mona had a single hand intertwined in his hair, gripping it and grinding into his mouth with desperation. Seconds before Mona was finally about to cum, Scaramouche felt it and pulled his mouth and fingers away from her pussy. He quickly pinned her hands down to the bed while she was distracted so she couldn’t touch herself to continue chasing her release.
Mona made an extremely frustrated noise. Looking up at him and thrashing around, she began to yell at him. “What the fuck was that for, dick?”
Scaramouche thought initially he’d feel guilty for this, he was a changed man now. He understood human emotion. But none of it was present. He felt that power again that he used to love as a harbinger. “You know exactly what it was for.” He loomed over Mona, reading her expression. “You needed to be put in your place.”
Mona growled at him and exhaled, feeling her orgasm that was once approaching now fade. Her pussy was throbbing, begging for any sort of attention. “Whatever, prick.”
“You’ve got quite the mouth, don’t you?” Scaramouche squints at her, grinning as he now used one of his hands to guide his hardened dick towards her pussy. He slid the shaft between her slit slowly, teasing her once again. “You wouldn’t want the teasing to go on any longer, would you?”
Mona whined at his actions. The feeling of his dick rubbing against her in such a way could make her cum on its own if it went on long enough. “N-no...” She managed to get out. “Please, don’t tease me like that any longer, I need you inside of me so badly.”
Scaramouche figured this was enough. As much as he enjoyed having this much control over her, he could barely control himself. His aching erection rubbing against her heat now had more control over him than his drive for power did. He released her other arm from his hold, cupping her cheek with his hand as he rocked his hips below them and continued the teasing. Mona nuzzled into his hand, looking up into his eyes with such desperation as they shared this intimate moment together. Then finally, finally, he used his lower hand to guide his cock into her warm opening.
Scaramouche and Mona moaned in unison as he speared into her. She took him so well, rising her hips to meet his as she took him all the way to the base. Scaramouche was restricting his own pleasure for a while now, so just this action alone almost made him cum then and there.
“F-Fuck, Mona, you’re so tight...” He moaned, fully sheathed inside of her and holding up his body above her with his arms. He felt curious for a moment. “Is this your first time?”
Mona opened her eyes quickly, a shocked expression before letting out an obnoxious laugh. “Hahaha, wouldn’t you like to know?” She’d caught him in a vulnerable moment.
Scaramouche felt angered by her remark and realized she was taunting him. In result, he pulled out sharply for a moment, Mona gasping at the sudden loss before he jolted back into her with utmost force. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s clear no virgin would act as slutty as you are.”
Mona moaned loudly at his actions, somehow getting even more turned on by being degraded by him like this. She liked having his pent up frustration taken out on her this way.
They glanced at each other's eyes before Scaramouche began thrusting inside of her with force. Mona’s tits bounced with every sharp thrust he made, and nothing turned him on more than witnessing this. Her lewd expression, flushed cheeks, teary eyes, smudged makeup; the sight alone could make him cum if he wasn’t careful.
“You like that, don’t you?” He spat, pounding inside of her as he watched her muffle her own moans with her hands. Scaramouche forced Mona’s arms down, pinning her again. “Don’t be shy with me, let it all out.”
Mona’s unfiltered moans and whines of pleasure began. “A-ah, fuck, Kuni, you’re so good,” She managed to get out of her mouth. “S-so so good, nghh... it’s so fucking big...”
He couldn’t help but moan loudly at her words, growling lowly as he began going much faster. Scaramouche loved being praised, she didn’t know that, but she truly set something off within him now.
“Mmmhh... fucking whore...” Scaramouche grunted, his thrusts picking up pace and becoming harder once again until the room was filled with nothing but skin slapping and a mix of their moans. As he went faster, he lowered one of his hands to meet her pussy, where he began rubbing and circling her clit strategically.
“O-Oh my god, fuck, please, Kuni,” Mona moaned, struggling again to speak. “Please don’t stop, please, please, right there, ah~” She was dangerously close to her orgasm.
Scaramouche just admired her, chasing her high and trying desperately to get her there before he did. He was close, too, but he didn’t want to cum before she did.
He had something very different in mind.
“Yeah, baby, let it all out.” Scaramouche said so lusciously. “Cum for me.”
Those words broke Mona. Her orgasm felt like an explosion, her eyes shut tightly as she arched her back into his dick and hand that was still rubbing her clit, easing her through her orgasm. She practically screamed, he was so good at it, so so good, she’d never had an orgasm like this, even on her own. Mona’s pussy tightened so hardly around his cock, he couldn’t move right now if he tried. Scaramouche kept his length buried to the base inside of her as she came down from her high.
He pulled out, still fully hard and removed his hand from her clit. He used his clean hand to cup her face once again, rubbing his thumb over her cheek as he admired her fucked-out, yet gorgeous expression.
“Mmmhh.. Kunikuzushi, how are you so fucking good at that...” Mona giggled after her statement. She opened her eyes to see his eyes still glistening with lust, before looking down and seeing him holding his still fully hardened erection.
“O-oh? What are you-” Mona managed to get out, confused, before Scaramouche’s once kind expression turned into a dark one.
“Get on the floor, on your knees.” Scaramouche spat, feeling his desire to now chase his own high take him over. It was his turn now.
“Hehe, whatever you say~” Mona giggled before listening to his orders. Little did she know he was about to fuck that cockiness out of her.
Mona sat fully naked on the floor, on her knees, still dripping from the aftermath of her own orgasm. With Scaramouche’s cock still slick with her juices, he gave himself a few strokes before looming over her.
“Open your mouth.”
Mona obliged, a grin on her face with her eyes drowsy. Scaramouche slapped his length on her tongue as she giggled again, before he slid his entire cock into her throat.
She made muffled noises, her hands immediately flying to his thighs for support. Scaramouche fucked into her mouth mercilessly, Mona gagging and pulling away multiple times before her throat adjusted for him. He balled up her long hair with a free hand, gripping on it, and forcing his cock down her throat all while choking her.
Mona never had someone so dominant and aggressive before. Truthfully all of her past experiences were extremely boring. But having someone use her like this, while also clearly caring for her somewhat, made her heart flutter. It’s all she ever dreamed of having. She loved being used like this.
Multiple strings of spit began to run down Mona’s chin, dripping down onto her tits and thighs as she continued to choke and gag on Scaramouche’s length. When he stopped his aggressive thrusts for a moment to admire the mess he made of her, she experimentally swallowed hard whilst having his cock buried deep in her throat. He moaned loudly and shuttered before using the grip on Mona’s hair to drag her off of his length to prevent himself from cumming on the spot.
“F-fuck.. Just like that...” Scaramouche stuffed Mona’s mouth full once again before she continued to swallow with his length inside. It felt so fucking good, the suction of her throat on the tip of his cock making him throw his head back.
He pulled out one last time, allowing Mona to swirl her tongue around his tip before thrusting his length back in at a rapid pace.
“Ngh, fuck, Mona, you’re so fucking good for me.” Scaramouche moaned. Mona prepared herself for the load that was about to come. “Take all of it, okay? Swallow all of it.” He reminded Mona and she nodded, cock still thrusting in her mouth with utmost aggression, until he finally came.
Scaramouche shot cum straight down Monas throat, holding her to the base by the back of her head and he growled loudly. She took it so well, swallowing it as it came, until he pulled out at last. Mona stuck out her tongue, a string of his cum dripping unceremoniously from it, and Scaramouche scooped it up and forced it back into her mouth. He squinted down at her, “Don’t let any of it go to waste.”
Mona chuckled as she swallowed the remaining fluids he gave her, still sitting on the bedroom floor as Scaramouche sat on the bed and came down from his high. They began to collect their clothes, but only putting their undergarments back on.
They looked at each other, a mixed of ashamed and shocked at what they just did with each other. I mean, they barely knew each other! How was this going to end?
Mona crawled under her blankets, nuzzling and getting comfortable by herself as Scaramouche watched. “Well? Aren’t you gonna join me, stranger?” She offered to him playfully before patting the spot on the bed beside her.
Truthfully, Scaramouche felt guilty after the way he treated her. He hadn’t done that with anyone, not sexually, and he felt he might’ve taken advantage of her in some way.
“A-are you sure? I mean, I can sleep on the couch, if that’s what makes you feel more comfortab-”
“Get over here.” Mona demanded. It wasn’t a question anymore.
Scaramouche sheepishly walked over and joined her under the sheets, and to his surprise, she cuddled up to him.
“That was so fun. I had no idea you were like that in bed.” Mona complimented him with full honesty.
“You aren’t too bad yourself, Megistus,” Scaramouche replied, keeping up his tough outer shell. However, that wouldn’t last long until he eventually had to tell her something.
“I... I’m sorry if that was... you know... too much for you, Mona. I wouldn’t want to hurt you in anyway, I just-” He cut himself off. This is one human emotion he didn’t have much experience with over the last few years.
Mona looked up at him, her eyes glittering. “What do you mean? I just said I had fun, dumbass.” She giggled. “I’m almost offended you think I wouldn’t enjoy that.”
They shared a look before they both broke into hysterical laughter. The situation was so odd, they both never would’ve guessed that this is how their night would end up.
“Maybe I should fall asleep in fields more often, if that means running into you.” Scaramouche thought out loud. Mona’s heart fluttered again, feelings developing for him that she couldn’t admit. Not now.
“Feel free to stay in Mondstadt for as long as you’d like, mysterious wanderer. As long as we get to do that again.” Mona smirked.
“Hey! What happened to no strings attached?!” Scaramouche pretended to be shocked by this statement before they both broke into laughter again.
He hadn’t planned on staying in Mondstadt for long. In fact, he was planning to depart to Inazuma for his journey the next day. But with this beautiful girl wrapped in his arms, laughing with him, until eventually she fell asleep in his arms, he sure as hell didn’t want to leave.
"Yeah,"
Scaramouche thought to himself.
"I think I’ll stay for a little longer."