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The following contains sexual scenes and nasty words.  Don't read it if you are
underage or if you don't like stuff like that.


People....this one turned out weird.  It kind of took a wacky turn about
halfway through, and has a sort of creepy ending.  Still...I would like to hear
back if any of you actually liked this one.

-Pami


The Masque


It was a chilly fall day in October.  The sky was gray, and the weatherman
forecasted drizzle and showers all day.  Even the vibrant reds and oranges and
yellows of the falling leaves were somehow dulled by the dreariness.

She sighed as she glanced out the window at the depressing sky.  She was trying
to decide what to wear to the Halloween Feast and Ball she was attending that
afternoon and evening.  Oh, everyone would be dressed up anyway...that was part
of the group.  They got together whenever possible to re-create the middle
ages.  The glorious days of knights and their ladies.  Well, maybe it wasn’t
QUITE like that, but to her it was sort of like getting to be IN a historical
romance instead of reading one.  Something exciting always seemed to be just
around the corner, although in reality some of the events she attended were
kind of boring and she felt sort of like an outsider.  But she was determined
to make her mark in the society, regardless of how on the fringes she actually
was.  She just wanted to be acknowledged as part of the group.

Tonight was Halloween.  The special night when anything was possible.  And
there was to be a masked ball that evening, following the feast.  She figured
it would be the same old people, but the idea of hiding identities was a fun
one.  Who knew who would actually be there.  And the same old people could seem
exciting, and you could pretend, even MORE, that you were someone exotic and
interesting, and DIFFERENT.

She slipped into the dun-colored gown and reflected that the drabness of her
garb was pretty on par with the drabness of the weather.  It was a few years
old, and all of her friends had seen it ad nauseam, but it was comfortable and
warm.  She picked up her new gown and tossed it into a bag with a gold-colored
eye mask.  She hopped in the car and was off.

It was almost an hour’s drive to the event, and she got there right after lunch
had been served.  She saw her friends at a table across the room from the
entrance and waved to them.  She checked in and glanced around the hall.  Linen
tablecloths covered the round wooden tables, and there were different types of
candlesticks on them to provide the period lighting.  Everyone seemed to be
having a great time.  She looked closely and saw just about all of the same
people she saw every time, and sighed again.  Some of the ladies’ gowns were
magnificent.  To her left was a woman in a black and gold Tudor dress, draped
over a hoop, she surmised, and wondered how the heck women sat down in those
things.  Toward the back was a woman all in some kind of flowing gauzy dress.
Not very period, but she sure did look pretty.  Two little boys, about five
years old, ran by her, chased by their father, she guessed.  At least they were
all wearing matching tabards, and Dad was kind of handsome, too. She smiled.

She wove her way to her table and she greeted her friends.  Everyone was
looking resplendent in their holiday garb.  She pulled a chair up and sat down.
 The usual conversation flowed around her, and she participated from time to
time, still absorbed in admiring the clothing from various periods of the
middle ages that surrounded her.  Finally, someone addressed a comment to her.
It was one of her male friends, asking her if THAT was really what she was
going to wear for the ball.  His girlfriend hit him on the arm and told him
that it wasn’t chivalrous to ask a lady that question.  She smiled at him, and
simply remarked that she was comfortable and after all, there wasn’t really
anyone there she wanted to impress anyway.  His smile disappeared, and she
chuckled.  Yes, it was slightly meanspirited of her to say that, but he did
grate on her nerves from time to time and needed put in his place.

She wandered outside with a couple of friends and they watched the fighting
going on underneath the trees.  Some of the armor was plain leather, some was
chain mail, some was plate, but to her they all looked like they were having
fun.  The marshals kept an eye on the fighting going on to ensure that no one
was hurt and stopping the action when it approached the spectators.  Some ways
off, she could see the archers winging their arrows at a few targets shaped
like men.  And beyond them, the fencers went back and forth, epees hollowly
ringing in the air as they clashed.

She chatted with some of the other ladies, and the afternoon passed fairly
quickly.  Before anyone realized, it was time for the feast.  And it was
delicious.  Flaky rolls, chicken in various sauces, some kind of beef swimming
in a sauce that tasted like red wine, candied ginger and walnuts for dessert.
And other things, of course, but she didn’t want to eat too much.  She packed
up her feast gear...wooden plate, pewter goblet, knife and fork, and told
everyone she was just going to head out and put her things in the car.  People
were collapsing the tables and pulling the chairs to the sides to make room for
dancing.  The musicians were off to one side, making musical noises and, she
assumed, planning the selections for the evening.

She had parked on the far corner of the lot, away from the building, and it was
dark.  There were trees on one side of her, and her car blocking the hall, as
she quickly changed.  She pulled her long golden hair up, and wound it into a
knot, although wisps insisted on falling out.  Without a mirror, she reflected,
that was the best she could do.  She lifted the mask out and tied it around her
head.  It really didn’t hide her identity, but it made her feel....fascinating.
 Not like the brown wren who showed up in the beige dress that everyone had
seen a thousand times before.

She picked up her cloak and wrapped it around herself and gingerly picked her
way back across the lot, holding the train of her gown up, so it did not gather
dirt and twigs and leaves on it.  

She re-entered the hall and heard the strains of a recorder, or five, playing
some jaunty tune that she had never heard before.  And as she glanced around,
she saw that about half of the people there had masks on...because, you see, on
Halloween, Death came out to play, and in medieval times, you had to disguise
yourself so that he would not recognize you and would pass on to the next
unfortunate soul.  Of course, these were the MODERN middle ages, and many
people disdained to wear a mask, or a costume.

She saw a few of her friends about halfway across the hall, and made her way
over to them.  On the way, she smiled and nodded distantly at some people who
seemed to be staring at her. “Wow,” she thought, “My hair must be REALLY
wild...I had better get to a mirror and repair it.”  
She poked the gentleman who had remarked on her unremarkable dress earlier in
the ribs.  “Is this more to your taste, my lord?” she asked in a lofty tone.

He turned and looked at her and his mouth dropped and he said nothing. 
“Geeze...I make the effort and all I get is silence?  Harumph,” she said to him
in mock disgust.

His girlfriend turned to her and she stopped in mid-sentence.  Slowly her
friends looked at her.  She started to feel very uncomfortable.  “It’s the
mask, huh?  Too much?  Should I take it off?”

“Nnnooo,” the unlordly gent replied to her.  “You just look GREAT!  Where did
you get that dress?”

She smiled, and explained that she had bought it from a seamstress that she
found a few months back.  “It just fit right and I couldn’t turn it down.”

She and one of her girlfriends started to mingle, promenading on the edges of
the crowd.  Not in the dance floor, but not against the walls either.  They
chatted with people here and there.  They giggled together and marveled at some
of the costumes.  There was Cleopatra, and there was a Templar Knight in full
chain mail, and over there was...Death!  In a full length black cloak.  He
looked kind of spooky.  Like you would expect Death to look, she reflected.

Suddenly they were stopped by a man in a short sapphire blue velvet tunic.  He
was not wearing a mask, so of course they recognized him at once.  

“Well met, my lady,” he smiled at her, ignoring her friend, “You look
wonderfully well.  I have missed you.  And what are you costumed as this
evening?”

Her friend whispered that she was going back to their “home base” and left her.
 To face him.  Her ex-boyfriend.  The man who had once told her he would break
her heart.  And he had.

She inhaled deeply and smiled, “I come as the Sea, milord....don’t you
appreciate my efforts?”

He was indeed thinking that she was looking wonderful.  Her sea-foam green
gown, in the Italian Renaissance style, accentuated her full breasts, and the
gold mask made her chocolate brown eyes seem darker and more mysterious. 
“Well, milady, I knew that the sea had WAVES, but not curves like that,” he
flirted with her.

She blinked back the tears that suddenly threatened and swallowed the lump in
her throat.  “Well, I should have known, my lord, that YOU would find some way
to make me feel like a dumpy cow.”  And she turned and walked as quickly as she
could, without running, to the exit.  

Why did he have to be here?!  She hadn’t seen him at an event in so long that
she thought she had forgotten what he looked like.  Then, BAM, he showed up, in
her face, looking like a god with his angelic smile and white-blond hair.  She
had been so good lately. There were even full days that passed that she didn’t
think about him anymore.  After all, it had been a year since they had even
seen each other in passing.  And for him to insult her so.  She was just
thinking that she was ready to move on, FINALLY.  She pulled off her mask and
the tears fell.

His mouth had dropped when she stormed out so abruptly and he wondered what he
had said to her.  He sighed.  He HAD missed her.  Seeing her in all of her
finery made him want nothing more than to claim her for his own.  He glanced
around the room and saw her friends glaring at him fiercely.  Ah well, they
hated him from day one anyway, he thought to himself.  But their opinion hadn’t
swayed her feelings one bit.  He found himself walking slowly toward the exit.
He had to see what had upset her so.  God knew he had done enough to hurt her
in the past, but he was damned if he was going to let her hate him for
something that he didn’t even know what it was.

He walked out into the night and didn’t see her at first.  The moon darted
behind the clouds and there were no lights in the parking lot either.  It was
very dark beyond about ten feet past the hall.  His eyes accustomed themselves
to the darkness and then he saw her.  She was all the way across the lot, and
he could barely hear her talking to herself.

He looked around, and saw no one, so he started to cross the lot after her.
Her mask was on the roof of a car and she had pulled her hair down so that it
streamed past her shoulders.  And he heard her...

“I will NOT cry over him anymore.  I will NOT let him hurt me anymore.  He is a
SCHMUCK.  He is NOT worth this.  It has been over a year.  Why does his opinion
even matter?  No, it doesn’t.  That’s right, girlfriend, it doesn’t.”

“You know, its ok to talk to yourself, dear, but YOU answer yourself.  Now THAT
is scary,” he called out to her in a laughing tone.

“Fuck you,” she called back.  “What the hell are YOU doing out here?  Come to
give me a little more?”

“What on earth are you talking about?” he asked her, genuinely perplexed.

The almost full moon showed itself and they both paused.  He felt like his
breath was stolen at the way her hair glowed in the moonlight and it picked out
the white embroidery in her pale green dress.  She felt like she had been hit
in the stomach at the way his hair seemed to form a halo around his head and
reflected the moonbeams in the silver edging on his tunic.

“Oh, you know what I mean.  You know how I am about my weight.  And yet you
made that asshole crack about my curves inside.  I hate you.”

“Dearest, sweetest Lady, I NEVER meant to hurt you about this.  I know how
sensitive you are.  But you DO look heavenly tonight.  I always loved your
curves.  And so would any red blooded man in his right mind.”
“Well, that lets you out, then, doesn’t it?” she cracked back.  She knew she
was doing it again.  The best defense was a good offense, she had always
maintained.  But with him, it was necessary.  She needed to move on once and
for all.

He came closer to her.  And sighed.  He HATED it when she got like this.  “You
are such a BITCH sometimes.”  He paused.  “And I mean that in the best of ways
of course.”

“Just go away, ok?” she asked and she turned away, trying to hide the tears.

“Are you crying?” he asked.  Even though he knew full well what her answer
would be.

“Nnoo,” she sniffled.

“Come here,” he said, and pulled her around and into his arms.  She just felt
right there.

She cried and cried.  She wasn’t even quite sure why she was crying anymore,
because when the rational part of her piped up, it reminded her that the reason
she was crying was holding her in his arms, and surely that couldn’t be a good
thing.

Finally, she stopped.  And she sniffed, “I am such a DORK!”

He laughed, and pulled her face up toward him.  “But you are a cute dork.  And
I DID miss you.”

“I missed you too,” she smiled.  And stood still while he wiped the tears off
of her cheeks with the sleeve of his tunic.

“And I STILL think you are the sexiest woman here,” he told her with a smile on
his face.

She giggled.  “Yeah.  Right.  Ok.”

“Oh ho...don’t believe me, eh?  Well... would I do this with someone who wasn’t
the sexiest woman here?”  And he pulled her close on kissed her.

She knew what was going on.  She was being about as stupid as she could be.
She was almost over him, and here she stood.  Kissing him.  It felt WONDERFUL.
She sighed, and leaned up and kissed him again.  

The passion flowed like it had been yesterday that they had professed their
love for each other, not a year ago.  His teeth reached out and nipped her
lower lip and she groaned.

“Remember that?” he murmured in a low tone.

She smiled again.  “The first kiss.  I remember.”
“No,” he rebuked her.  “It was the SECOND.”

“Yes, I know.  But to me it was all like one BIG kiss.  Not two smaller ones.”
She glowed up at him with the memory of their first date.

“Yes, well...” he leaned up against her car, bringing her with him. “Do you
know how much I wanted you that night?”

She laughed throatily.  “Not as much as I wanted you.  But...good things come
to those who wait.  And we did.  No matter how hard it was.”

He looked down at her again and was struck by how RIGHT things were when he was
with her.  “I have waited over a year for this to happen again,” he told her,
“And I cannot wait any longer.”  And he leaned down into her, his body pressing
against hers.

She reveled in the feel of his hard chest against her swelling breasts.  His
leg pressed between hers, and she felt the firmness of his thigh against her
pussy.  His mouth found hers, and their tongues dueled back and forth.

She wrapped her arms around him and grasped his firm ass, pushing his short
tunic up and finding that he had no underwear on.  And she laughed into his
mouth.

“You find my ass amusing, wench?” he asked mock sternly.

She chuckled up at him and continued caressing the downy cheeks of his bottom.
“Oh no, milord.  I LOVE your ass.  But you were....regimental...tonight.  Did
you KNOW I would be here?”

“Ah, my love, I had only HOPED to find a fair maiden here.  Little did I know
that the fairest of them all would be mine for the taking.”  He smirked down at
her.

“And you think I am yours for the taking, milord?” she inquired archly.  “I
don’t THINK so.”  She pulled her hands off of him and down to her sides.

He pulled her arms back around him.  “Oh no, my dear...don’t THINK at all...
just FEEL.  Who else makes you feel like this?”  He asked as he wrapped her
hair around his hand and pulled it back, exposing her throat to his mouth.  He
swiftly reached down and bit her, hard, right at the base of her neck.  He
licked her neck from side to side, knowing that this, more than anything, made
her hot.  And he slowly ground his thigh up against her pussy, feeling the heat
through the brocade of her gown and knowing that she felt it too.

She moaned.  Damn, he knew all the right moves to get her going.  In addition,
he still owned part of her heart.  Why should she fight him?  

Her hands crept below his tunic again and kneaded his ass.  He laughed
triumphantly against her neck and licked lower.  He pulled her chemise lower
and used his hands to pull her tits up over the top of her bodice, exposing
them to his gaze.  In the darkness they glowed pale white, and the nipples
seemed brown, rather than the dark pink color he knew they were.  He reached
down and caressed one, watching it harden before his eyes.  And he leaned his
head down and licked the other with his tongue, feeling it grow and engorge in
his mouth.  He sucked the tip between his teeth and bit it, holding it firmly
between his teeth while his tongue flicked back and forth across the incredibly
sensitive nerve endings.  He could hear her moaning lightly above him and knew
he was pleasing her.  That turned him on almost as much as her touching him.

And her hands had slowly moved around and she was stroking his hard cock now.
She sighed breathily.  “I missed this guy, you know,” she told him as she
pulled away from his hands and mouth and dropped to her knees to give him a
hello kiss.  Her tongue flicked the head and he groaned.  “Such a PRETTY
penis,” she mockingly told him as she licked all around the head of his prick.
He hated it when she said that he had a pretty one, although he supposed that
was preferable to her saying that she hated to look at it.  In fact, as she
drew him deep into her mouth, if she wanted to say it was pretty, as long as it
made her want to go down on him, she could say anything she damn well wanted.
And then he stopped thinking as he felt the head of his cock at the opening to
her throat.   She had always wanted to deep throat him, but she had trouble
with it.  Not that he didn’t appreciate her efforts, but a plain old blowjob
was great too.  He went to pull out and she stopped him.  She looked up at him,
and he looked down into her bottomless dark eyes.  He felt her swallow and then
swallow again, and then he was THERE!  She had taken all of his cock down her
throat.

“Oohhhhh....” he groaned and shut his eyes.  It felt incredibly hot and wet and
fucking awesome.  He could just feel her tongue around him as he pulled out a
few inches and then back down her throat.  “You are so incredible,” he moaned
to her as he slowly and steadily fucked her face.  She moaned and the
vibrations from her larynx were too much.  He pulled himself out of her mouth
quickly.  And pulled her to her feet.

She looked at him questioningly.  She knew it was the first time she had taken
all of him in her mouth, but she thought she was doing it right.  And now he
had made her stop?  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked him softly.

He looked at her in disbelief, and kissed her long and hard, tasting his precum
on her tongue.  “No.  No.  You did it too good, I am afraid.  I don’t want to
come just yet”

She smiled at him.  “You know I love the way you taste.  Kind of like brie.”
They both laughed.

“Truly, you are an evil wench,” he told her.  “But I want you to feel good
too.”  He pulled her to the back of the car, bent her over the trunk, and
lifted her gown over her waist.

“Regimental, milady?  And you took me to task for that,”  he told her as he ran
one finger down the crack of her bottom and along the wetness that was seeping
out of her.
“Well....MY dress is longer than YOUR tunic.  And it IS more comfortable.  And,
OH!” she exclaimed as his fingers suddenly spread her pussy lips wide and she
felt the chill of the night air against the heat of her sex.

“I am tempted to make you pay for that.  Your cheeks are so temptingly white in
the evening.  Perhaps I should spank you to remind you that those in glass
houses should not throw stones.”

She moaned as his palm caressed her exposed ass.  “But then someone might want
to know what is going on.  And while I am sure you wouldn’t mind them knowing
what a slut you are...my wife might not understand why I am the one you are a
slut for.  And you ARE my slut.  Aren’t you?” he asked as he ran his fingers up
and down her cunt to her asshole and back.

He felt her tremble as his forefinger suddenly thrust deep into her pussy.  God
she was wet.  And hot.  And she moaned.  “Be quiet.  You don’t want anyone to
come out and find us here, do you?” he asked her rhetorically, knowing that she
wouldn’t answer.

He fucked two fingers in and out of her now, feeling her thrust back on them.
“MMMmmmmm,” he moaned.  “Your cunt is so hot for me.  Do you want me to fuck
you now?  Hmmmm???”

“Yes,” she panted, “Yes.  I want you inside me.  Now.  From behind.  Fuck me.
Hard.  And deep.  Please.”

“Now, now, be a good girl,” he told her as calmly as he could with his cock
stroking over her engorged pussy lips through the wetness.  “Tell me.  Tell me
where you want me to come.”

And he rammed his prick deep into her tightness.  They sighed as one.  “You
feel so good inside me,” she murmured at him.

“You feel so good around me,” he growled at her, “I have missed you.  And
this....TOO much.  I know...I am not going to last long this time.”  Already he
could feel his balls churning.

They grunted each time he thrust into her.  She loved this feeling.  She loved
feeling him inside her.  No one got her this turned on.  Just him.  Damn, she
thought fleetingly, she still loved him.

He loved this feeling.  Her walls clamped tightly around him, as if they were
made for him, and him alone.  Damn, he thought fleetingly, he still loved her.

“Where, damn it.  Where do you want me to come?” he asked her again.

“Please,” she told him breathily, “Please...come....inside...me....”

Oh God, he thought.  Inside her.  She wants me inside her.  She still loves me.
 I know it.

“I can’t wait, love.  I...am...going...to....come....” he stammered with each
thrust into her slick and tight cunt.

“Come....please....”she answered.  “Come...”

And he thrust one last time into her and held it there as, with a muffled yell
into her hair, he felt the semen rocket out of his cock and fill her.

She felt it.  The throb and pulse of the jets of come inside her.  And it
triggered her own orgasm.  She screamed into her fist and collapsed on the
trunk of her car as she swore the clouds cleared and the stars came out for one
magical moment.

He lay gingerly on her back, feeling himself soften inside her.  And she
reveled in the feel of him against her.  He finally pulled out and straightened
his tunic.  He smoothed her gown down over her exposed bottom.  He turned her
around and kissed her lightly.  Romantically.  

“I love you.  I have missed you so.  We WILL find a way to be together,” he
told her.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back inside?” she asked him.  “People will wonder
where you are.”

“Did you hear me?  I said that I love you,” he told her testily.

“Is THAT what you said?” she challenged him, hating herself for doing this, but
not being able to stop herself.  “Perhaps what you meant to say is that you
love fucking me, but you need to get back to your family now.”

He angrily looked at her.  “Happy Halloween, my lady.”  

“Happy Halloween, milord” she replied distantly, wondering what the hell she
was doing.  And reflecting that this was an ugly tangle that no one would come
out of intact.

He sighed.  He took her hand and lifted it to his lips.  “I do love you.  And I
will call you.”  

“Good night, milord,” she said, withdrawing her hand from his.

He turned and walked away.  She watched him go, wondering to herself why she
hadn’t bothered to tell him that she had her phone number changed.

The moon came out and glistened on her sea-foam green dress.  There was a
rustling in the nearby trees as a dark figure emerged.  She gasped as she
recognized Death.  “You had better put your mask on, my lady, so I do not
recognize you again.”

She choked as she put on her mask.  She inhaled deeply and took Death’s arm.
“Milord, shall we?”  


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