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Having been sent out to capture Scaramouche by the Tsaritsa, you wandered around the mountains in Inazuma, doing anything and everything you could to somehow find the Balladeer. Your eyes scanned the area in hopes of seeing the other males body, just a glimpse would be enough.
You searched behind crates, buildings, trees, bushes, everything you could. Soon you arrived at the edge of an island and saw a large hat on a beach. The owner of that hat being Scaramouche himself.
You looked down along the edge of the water and saw the other harbinger chasing down crabs, getting pissed off whenever they buried their bodies into the sand. You laughed to yourself as you watched Scaramouche ball his fists up in fury, using every curse word under the sun to describe the shelled creatures.
"Really can't even catch a damn crab?? Is that how stupid you are?" You spoke, a smug grin on your face as you held up a crab you had just picked up. "It really isn't a difficult task, and neither will be taking your ass back to Tsaritsa so you can explain why you ran off with Raiden Shogun's gnosis."
Your face had cocky written all over it, something that just angered Scaramouche even more, his fingers sparking from the electricity that flowed from his body. The amount of power the man had in him was unknown since he wasnt a real human after all, just a puppet. Not even you had seen Scaramouche at his full strength, something you would later regret provoking.
"You think you can capture ME??" Scaramouche laughed, walking over to grab his hat and putting it on before throwing a long shock of electricity through your body, the voltage so high it made every muscle in your body tense up. "I'd love to see you try."
You groaned as the electricity stopped pulling at your muscles, your vision slightly hazy but it didn't stop you swinging your claymore at him, only the last swing doing any damage, cutting a large gash into Scaramouche's thigh, making him tumble backwards onto his ass.
"What was that, small fry?" You walked over to the male who was now lying on the floor, hands over the wound that was just slashed into his leg as he tried to contain the bleeding, but you were too fast, straddling Scaramouche's hips and pushing his hands away before digging your fingers into the wound, causing him to cry out in pain.
Blood began to pool underneath you both, Scaramouche's head pounding as he began to panic, but it slowed as you realised that the gnosis was no where to be found on his person, it was already hidden somewhere else. A smirk tugged on Scara's lips as he placed both his hands on your chest and sent a massive wave of electricity through you, but not enough to kill you, only enough to make it hurt. A lot.
"I said I'd like to see you try" Scaramouche spat, his venomous tone ringing in your ears as he pushed you off him while your guard was down, kicking you in the stomach with such force that it winded you. You groaned in pain, curling up on your side before speaking, the pain you were in was obvious in your voice.
"You sure you really want to fight me, Scaramouche??" Your eyes looked up at Scaramouche before you slowly stood up, excitement was plastered across Scara's face, its not like he hated you, in actuality you had a massive crush on you, but he hated the ides of it. So killing you was something he had only dreamed of, a way to get rid of these unnatural feelings. Though he never had the opportunity until now.
"I don't want to fight you, I want you dead." Scaramouche said plainly, electricity sparking at his fingertips again as he shot another wave of power at you, though missing as you moved out of the way, pulling your claymore out to swing at Scaramouche, sending him flying back into the side of a cliff from the help of your vision.
You walked smugly over to Scaramouche, holding your weapon over the top of his head, Anemo particles swirling around the tip of the claymore, ready to help push down. "You'd look quite lovely with my claymore between your eyes, don't you think?" You were panting in excitement, you had never gotten the opportunity to spar with Scaramouche but this was far from sparring, this was a battle to the death. Or so you thought.
Scaramouche slid his legs across your ankles, kicking your feet from underneath you before straddling your hips while using his hands to hold down your arms. He used his vision against your hands to force you to drop your weapon, a small whine escaping your lips as you reached for it but were cut off from your enemy snatching it from you. You gasped as he picked it up and held it over your head, the tip resting against your forehead.
"I think it would look better between your eyes." He smirked as you stared up at him, thinking of any way to get him off of you. Then you remembered seeing him stealing a pair of your panties from your room and a conversation he had with Childe, talking about his virginity. You couldn't help but laugh a little at your thought, causing Scara's smirk to quickly turn into a frown.
"Have you hidden the gnosis with all my panties that you stole? I knew you were a thief but I didn't think it was this bad." You bit your lip, holding back a laugh as you watched Scaramouches face turn a bright shade of crimson. You took this opportunity to use your vision and throw him off you before grabbing him by the ankles and sitting between his legs. "I wouldn't mind except you steal my favourite ones, does silk feel good around your cock when you play with yourself??"
"Shut up!" He yelled as he turned his face away from you, not wanting to look you with his blush growing furiously, your eyes watched him carefully. You could tell he was thinking about it from the growing bulge in his shorts.
"You can't be serious, you're enjoying this??" Your tone was filled with judgement, but you secretly enjoyed seeing the almighty Scaramouche like this, all worked up. You brushed your hand over his crotch before giving it a gentle squeeze, feeling the outline of his cock perfectly as it twitched at your touch, a choked moan escaping from his lips. You knew he wasn't the submissive type so you stayed on guard, waiting for him to switch up.
And as if on cue, he grabbed ahold of your wrists and turned you over, pushing himself between your thighs as he pushed his hardened dick against your clothed pussy. You whined quietly, staring up at him, waiting for him to start ripping your clothes off. "Yeah, I am enjoying it, and I'll enjoy breaking you and making you my little slut." His fingertips bruising your wrists as he tightened your grip when you began to struggle, his once blushing face now scowling at you. "What the fuck are you doing?? You started this shit, now I'm finishing it."
You whimpered quietly, now realising what mess you had gotten yourself into. You had heard the nasty things the Balladeer had said to himself while he masturbated, how he would always degrade you to himself. Things that made it seem like he needed his mouth washed out with soap. You knew how rough he got with himself over you and you feared what he would actually do to your body. His violet orbs were filled with hunger and lust, burning holes into you wherever he looked.
Using his vision, he practically burned the fabric off of your body, exposing your skin to his hungry eyes. His calloused hands let go of your wrists to roam your now naked body, running his fingers over the most intimate areas, your nipples perked and hard from the cold air settling on them. You shivered as you felt his fingers trail down your abdomen and to your sopping pussy.
"So wet for me already, good thing I don't have time for foreplay." He chuckled darkly as he swiped his fingers along your slit, coating them in your slick, his middle finger flicking up over your clit as he lifted his fingers upwards. A moan from your lips blessed his hears while he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking his fingers clean of your juices. You watched him, watching closely at how his tongue swipes over his fingers, your wetness now coating his tongue instead of his fingers.
Your clit throbbed at his actions, it was begging to be touched. You lifted your hips, pushing them up against Scaramouche's before speaking. "Please Scara, I want it so bad, promise I'll be a good girl for you." You whined, biting your lip. But Scaramouche knew it was all an act. He knew you were just playing dumb and you'd kill him as soon as he let his guard down.
"One one condition." He sat up on his knees, pulling his hat off and holding the hem of his shirt, ready to take it off. "Run away with me, betray your Archon and follow me instead. Let me show you what you're capable of." You could tell he was being genuine, he wanted you to come along with him. If he was honest, he wanted it from the start but he knew the Tsaritsa would send you out of all the harbingers after him and that he would take that opportunity to steal you as well as the gnosis.
You thought about it for a minute, leaving your home, running away with someone who consistently taunted you, who was always mean to you and didn't care about your feelings that much sounded like a bad idea. But it was this, or death. You knew you had no hope in hell of killing him, he was just too strong. A battle you were always destined to lose.
You nodded in agreement after you had thought about your decision, taking a deep breath before exhaling quietly. "Fine, I'll come with you. It's not like I could get away from you anyway. You would've come back for me and taken me with you even if the Tsaritsa hadn't sent me, isn't that right?" Your words made Scaramouche scoff as he pulled his shirt over his head, his body wasn't built at all but he was gently toned, just how you imagined him to be.
His lips quickly met yours, entrancing you in a heated kiss, immediately sucking at your bottom lip and pulling away once it was nice and swollen. "Be quiet will you." His words were blunt and abrupt, but not as harsh as he once was. Scara pushed his shorts down enough for his cock to spring out, the tip hitting his abdomen as it flicked up. You sat up a little to eye it up, noting how pink the tip was. He was a decent size, not too girthy, not too long, just right for you. You couldn't help but stare at his perky balls too, burning a mental image in your head of his cock, but it wasn't like you wouldn't ever see it again.
He ignored your staring as he rubbed his tip between your folds, covering his length in your sticky sweet slick, groaning quietly to himself, watching your puffy clit throb from the stimulation. Scaramouche looked up at you, seeing your eyes half closed, knowing you were ready for him before he pushed himself into you, sharply inhaling from the feeling of your walls around him.
You let out a loud moan, feeling Scaramouche's hips meet yours as he bottomed out, his face buries in the crook of your neck to hide the burning blush on his face. His thrusts started out slow, gentle, his lips grazing the sensitive spots on your neck before he began to nibble on those areas. He then started to get egged on by your moans, picking the pace of his hips up, slamming into you roughly while he began biting and sucking at your neck, leaving dark hickeys over your skin.
Your moans became raspy, your voice breaking every so often as you felt the tip of Scaramouche's cock kissing your cervix. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he hit that one spot inside you made it feel like you were on fire. Your walls clenched around his dick, notifying him on what he had done. A smirk etched across his face as he began slamming himself into that spot, over and over again, pulling you close to your orgasm.
"Scaramouche! Please, 'm close! 'm gonna cum!" Your small hands gripped onto the back of his hair, yanking it harshly as he bit into your neck, drawing blood from your sensitive skin. He had always dreamed of fucking you stupid, now he was finally able to do it.
"Go on then, slut, cum for me, don't expect me to stop though." He spoke in your ear before letting out a groan, knowing it would send you over the edge, and it did. Your gummy walls pulsated around his cock as you reached your high, your back arched off the floor, chest pressed tightly against his. And just as he said, he didn't stop, if anything his thrusts got rougher, faster.
Your body was weak from your first orgasm and you were already feeling the second one building up, your vision cloudy, all senses out except for touch. You felt yourself being lifted into a sitting position, you opened your eyes a little more to see you were now riding Scaramouche, his hands tightly holding your hips as he began thrusting up into you, watching your perfectly sculpted breasts bounce in front of him.
He was practically drooling at the sight, looking down at the white rings that were now present around his cock from you creaming all over him, he could cum just from the sight of it all, but he dared not, holding his seed just to make you work harder for it. "Look at you, leaving a mess all over me, disgusting little girl. You're such a dirty little whore. My dirty little whore." And there it was, his degrading tone was back, it drove you fucking nuts.
"Yes!! 'm your dirty little whore, all for you!" You cried, tears pricking your eyes as they began to water from the overstimulation. Scaramouche leant up to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while one of his hands went to your pussy, rubbing circles around your sensitive clit, using his vision to spark small amounts of electricity onto it. You threw your head back, letting out the whiniest of moans as you began bouncing yourself on his cock, slamming yourself down onto him, angling yourself so the tip of his length dug into your sensitive spot.
The balladeer took instinct to bite down on your nipple, sending you over the edge again, making you cry out in pleasure as another orgasm crashed over you. Beads of sweat sticking to your forehead and back, sitting yourself still as you let Scaramouche's fingers ride your orgasm out.
"Please! Please Scaramouche, I can't take any more! Fill me up, give me your cum!" You begged, eyes filled with lust. He knew you wouldn't last much longer as he laid you back down, pushing your thighs up to your shoulders as he began plough into you, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.
"Slut wants my cum?? That doesn't surprise me, you just want to make more of a mess!" He yelled, his thrusts getting sloppier as he neared his own release, leaning down to lick the tears that were running down your cheeks as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his cock twitching furiously as he dumped his seed inside you, ropes of thick white cum coating your walls.
He stayed still, both of you panting furiously before he slowly pulled out, watching his cum spill out from your hole, both of your fluids mixed together. He laughed darkly, looking at all the marks he made on your neck, slowly kneeling up as he began to dress himself. "You're mine. All mine." He spoke, now possessive of you. You nodded tiredly before you sat up yourself, going to dress yourself. But then you realised that your clothes were now shreds.
"Scaramouche!" You yelled, only getting a shrug from him. You were clearly angry over the fact he had destroyed your clothes but he didn't seem concerned at all.
"Calm the fuck down, my camp isn't far from here and lucky for you, I stole some of your clothes to take with me on my little trip~" You knew they were probably mostly pairs of underwear but at least it was something for now. You sighed as you stood up, trembling from how weak your legs are. Scaramouche helped you back to his camp which was strangely kind of him. And thankfully it was the dead of night in the middle of no where so not a single soul apart from the balladeer himself saw you naked.
'What have I gotten myself into?' You thought to yourself as you stepped through the door of Scaramouche's cabin, seeing the gnosis glowing under a floorboard, and suddenly your mission from the Tsaritsa came flooding back to you...