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When she opened her eyes her bed was surrounded by stars. She lay suspended in an endless expanse of the night sky, illuminated by constellations, shooting stars, and a beautiful and radiant full moon.
Mona knew at once that she was dreaming, but it didn’t stop her from admiring the scenery. When was the last time she had such a peaceful dream? Not another nightmare with the old hag harassing her, or all of her expensive equipment breaking, or one where his annoying face-
“Like it?” An irritatingly familiar voice asked.
“And here I was just thinking this would be a pleasant dream.” Mona huffed, sitting up to view the menace that she knew would be in front of her.
Scaramouche floated over the foot of her bed, seemingly suspended in the air by a pair of small, black, and batlike wings erupting from his back.
“No hat?” She asked, looking at the annoying face she had just been thankful for not seeing in awhile.
“My hat’s not fused to my skull. It’s not like I don’t take it off sometimes, you dumb broad.”
“Fair enough.” Mona shrugged. “What’s with the getup then?”
Though he wore no hat, a new ornament decorated his head. Two curved triangular horns popped out of the top of his head on opposite sides He was also wearing a loose fitting robe that ended slightly above his knees. It hung a bit low on him, exposing his collarbone and some of his chest. Also of note was the tail that spawned from behind him as well. Black like his wings and horns, and had an arrow shaped tip.
“And how does… that attach?” The astrologist questioned, gesturing towards his tail.
Scaramouche raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would, yes. That’s why I asked.” She snapped. His question was meant to fluster her, but she really couldn’t be bothered by that right now. Mona was more curious than she was dirty minded. Well… now that she thought about it, actually…
Her eyes now took in his entire figure. His pale, blemishless skin that must’ve felt like silk. The delicate features, his soft face, and…
Archons! Where was her mind going?
“Mm, fine. I’ll show you.” The Balladeer decided, sinking out of the air and landing on her bed.
“Figures you’d be a demon in my dreams…” Mona murmured.
“Incubus, actually, but close enough, mage. Two points.” He responded. Rather than unwrapping the garment, Scaramouche slowly shrugged it off, exposing his shoulders one by one until it fell and crumpled up at his waist.
When faced with his bare chest she failed to avert her eyes, despite her best efforts. “I didn’t ask for a show! Just show me the tail!” She barked.
The Balladeer let out an amused (and irritating) chuckle. “You seem to be enjoying what you see, though.” He stared back at her, very much noticing how instead of meeting his eyes Mona was fixated on his naked upper body.
“I am not!” Mona shouted. “I’ll admit you caught me off guard, but that’s all there is to it.” Contrary to her words, her gaze did not waver.
“That’s normal though, you don’t need to be embarrassed. It is amusing though.” Scaramouche commented, shifting his hips and allowing the fabric to fall a bit more.
“I’m not… Why am I still staring?!” She yelled to both the harbinger and herself.
“That would be my irresistible charm. I have that effect on women.”
“Oh drop dead!”
His smile grew, and he started to crawl towards her.
“Alright-fine-uncle! Whatever! Get off! I don’t care about your stupid tail you imp!” Mona demanded, ripping her arms out from under the blanket and attempting to shove him.
Effortlessly, he caught her arms, then pinned them back to the headboard. “Incubus.” He corrected, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Right, I don’t care what you- Huh? Incubus?” She questioned.
“Did you not hear me the first time?”
“Lord Barbatos, why am I dreaming about this Celestia forsaken harbinger being a perverted demon?” The astrologist asked, dismayed.
“Who knows? You must want me carnally or something.” Scaramouche teased.
“Oh shut up! Get lost already, won’t you?” Mona shouted, attempting to struggle out of his grasp to no avail.
“Nah.” He responded, before releasing her arms and briefly dismounting her to throw the blanket off of her.
Before she could make her daring escape and dash into the void of space, Mona noticed the feeling of air against her skin. Her bare skin.
“Where are my clothes?!” She shouted even louder.
“Never had a dream about being naked before? Weird. I hear those are pretty common.”
Mona tried to cover herself, but her arms remained frozen in place and her legs did not heed to her commands. “B-bug off!”
Scaramouche merely hummed in response, before finally letting his robe completely fall to the ground and stepping out of it. Once again, Mona was transfixed.
“L-“
“If you say ‘like what you see’ I’m going to strangle you.” Mona snapped, cutting him off.
“…You’re right. That does sound like something the 11th would say, doesn’t it? Ugh.” He agreed, faking a gag.
She wasn’t sure what else to say. Her body wouldn’t listen to her, and Scaramouche seemed to have no plans of stopping. There was only one option left. Her last resort.
…
“Mona wake up Mona wake up Mona wake up Mona wake up Mona wake up Mona w-“
“That’s annoying.” Scaramouche stated.
“Mona wake up Mona wake up Mona wake up Mona wake up mona-“ The astrologist continued.
“I said that’s annoying.” He repeated.
“Mona wake up mona wake up wake up wake up-“
“Wench! Shut the fuck up already!” The harbinger hissed, hopping back up on the bed-on top of Mona, and covering her mouth with a hand.
She lowered her brows and glared at him. He glared back with an equal amount of disdain.
“The temper on this brat…” Mona thought to herself.
“I don’t want to hear anything out of you from now on- Scaramouche began, beginning to move his hand. “unless you’re moaning my name in ecstasy.”
When he pulled his hand away Mona quickly opened her mouth to protest but her voice hitched and she found herself unable to speak.
“There we go.” He smiled, immediately switching gears. “Now…”
The only thing Mona could think to reassure herself was that this was a dream. This was not the real Fatui harbinger about to ravish her while she merely sat back and watched. Those weren’t his real, cocky, smug eyes staring back at her like he’d already won.
“It’s not real, so you don’t have to pretend you’re against this.” Scaramouche remarked, as though reading her thoughts. Right. She was dreaming. He probably knew everything she was thinking. No, no, not “he”. “He” isn’t real. This is just some image her mind concocted because she was up too late and hadn’t gotten off in weeks-
…What was that last thought?
“Good…” He whispered, and she felt both a chill and a wave of heat shoot through her body.
All she could do was pout in protest as Scaramouche continued to wear that fake saccharine smile.
In a flash, he bit down on her neck, hard.
“F-fuck!” Mona cried, finding her voice only to swear.
Instead of responding, he just chuckled into her skin, then lightly sucked at the spot he had just bitten. And then he did it again, on her shoulder.
“S-scara!” She whined. It wasn’t the worst pain in the world- but it still hurt! Wasn’t he just going get along with it and fuck her so she could wake up already?
“I wish you’d wake up with these…” He murmured, before doing the same slightly above her left breast.
Mona let out a shout similar to a moan this time.
“I’d leave them all over your legs and arms then, so everyone would see them and know you’re mine.” Scaramouche breathed.
What was he even talking about? She’d prefer it if he just went back to insulting her and threatening her life. Him saying these things just made her feel… weird.
“I wasn’t going to come at first. I was going to find some other dumb whore to feed on but…” He swirled his tongue around her nipple, eliciting a whine. “…you were thinking about me when you fell asleep. I could feel it.”
…Ah, right. The cursed harbinger had briefly occupied her thoughts last night. Those thoughts amounted mostly to “Ugh, I hate that guy! I wish he would show his face here again so I could blast water up his nose!” but they were thoughts of him nonetheless.
“You’ve-“ he licked a stripe down from her breast to her navel. “-been on my mind nonstop. It pisses me off.” He inched down lower, bringing his face dangerously close to her core.
“I’ve wanted to eat you since the moment I set my eyes on you.”
“Ah- S-scara!” Mona exclaimed, as The Balladeer suddenly began to suck on her clit.
“Yes. More of that.” His voice was demanding, and her entire being felt inclined to surrender to those demands.
His tongue swept lower, and he began to lap at her folds where her slick was quickly accumulating.
“Oh, stars…” The astrologist moaned.
He dipped his tongue inside of her a few times before removing it and going back to her clit.
“Scaramouche…”
He stopped his motions. “Yes, dear?” He asked, snidely.
“You’re… you’re going too fucking slow!” Mona hissed, as she regained feeling in her legs and locked his head with them. Her thick thighs may lead to stretching out all of her stockings- but it made it incredibly easy to restrain this shrimp of a man.
Scaramouche attempted to say something in response, but his voice was muffled by Mona’s pussy and the vibrations from his voice only served to further her pleasure. Huh, maybe he’d be more tolerable if he just used his mouth for this instead of being an insufferable prick.
He briefly shot her a look of annoyance, but that expression quickly shifted back to that all-knowing smug look he always adorned. What was-
“AHHH~!” She cried, as a sudden wave of electro hit her core. Her thighs went numb and released the harbinger, but he didn’t stop.
Instead, his tongue continued to traverse her pussy, moving infinitely faster than it had before. Worse still, it seemed to continue to radiate that electro energy, making her tremble in pleasure.
This was not the pace she had meant to set, nor did she want him using his… vision? Delusion? Who fucking knew, she was dreaming- but it was divine. A tingling sensation coursed throughout her entire body and her thoughts slowly melted away until all she could do was feel.
“S-scara… please…” Mona sobbed, overwhelmed with the sensation in the best way possible.
“That’s more like it.” He said, before continuing to relentlessly tongue-fuck her.
It lasted longer than she ever had before, despite his mouth feeling better than any time she had ever touched herself. She should’ve been over the edge in seconds, but she writhed under him for minutes, tears soaking the sheets beside her.
It was too much. Mona was so high and it seemed like she’d never go back down. Her orgasm felt close, but that feeling of closeness only seemed to grow without ever truly reaching its peak. It felt indescribably euphoric but agonizing all the same.
“Please…” She cried. It was deliberate, wasn’t it? He was waiting.
“Please what?” Scaramouche questioned, pausing his attack.
“P-please…”
“I’m waiting…” He hummed, playing with her clit with his index finger now.
“D-douchebag- douche- you…” She stammered
He raised an eyebrow, and sent another jolt into her core.
“F-fuck! Cum! Climax! Orgasm! Fucking- please just let me finish!” Her pride didn’t matter, right? This wasn’t real, so who cared?
The Balladeer cackled. “We’ll work on your manners another night, but fine, since I’m so merciful-“
“Cum then.” He stabbed his middle into her vagina, prodding her g-spot. A searing, violent, orgasmic sensation rocked her entire body and had her seeing stars.
Mona came with a scream, and Scaramouche made sure to keep injecting her with electro until her climax was completely over, and then some.
Once he removed his finger he gave her an innocent grin and asked, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I can’t feel my… anything, you… goblin…” Mona panted, trying to formulate a proper insult.
“A bit disappointed you didn’t last longer, but that’s fine. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Scaramouche told her, dismounting her.
“No you will not.”
“Like you’d be able to get me out of your head after tonight.” He smirked.
“I’m going to dream about thrashing your scrawny, shrimpy, short ass tomorrow.” Mona countered.
“Oh, my ass will be there, that I can promise.”
“Drop. Dead.”
Scaramouche waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not quite satisfied but if I fuck your brains out like I’d like you’d probably not wake up tomorrow. Bye bye, witch.”
“What is any of that supposed to mean? And no, don’t come back you-“ Before she could finish telling him off her vision became hazy and the image of a waving Scaramouche with a shit eating grin slowly faded away.
—-
She opened her eyes for real this time and stared at the ceiling for a moment. She felt like death. Like she hadn’t slept at all. Even worse, she was still incredibly horny.
“Arrogant bastard…” The astrologist grumbled. “...Didn’t even have the decency to let me examine his tail.”
Mona continued to stare at the ceiling, as if waiting to see if it would turn back to stars, before throwing the blanket over her face.
She was too tired to be thinking about this. She’d just take a brief nap so she could dream about stomping his ass into the dirt.