We spend our lives hiding behind masks. The people we are at work are not the people we are with our friends; the people we are with our friends are not the people we are with our families. But while life is a series of deceptions, it is more so for us, than for others. I am not what most people see. Walk past me in the street, what do you see? A short, thin, pale girl. Dark hair, falling forwards to hide eyes always pointed to the ground. Reading a book, or sketching a flower, or huddled up with a group of people as quiet and awkward as I am. Easy to overlook, easy to ignore. You walk on, and think nothing more. You don't see what I see. And what do I see? I look at myself in the mirror, and I see this; a short, thin girl, with skin so pale as to be almost pure white. Dark hair that becomes strangely liquid towards the end, the strands and curls blending together into a shadowy mass that runs like ink in the rain, hanging forwards over two great, black eyes. Narrow lips part to reveal a mouth lined with narrow fangs, slender, white fingers and toes uncurl to reveal slender, black claws in place of nails. I'm not...conventionally beautiful, I admit. But I work with what my Keeper gave me. And compared to some of the others at the freehold, I got off lucky. Once I was human. Now I am Lost. I am a Changeling - a Darkling, a Razorhand. I am the embodiment of night-time violence. I am the gleam of moonlight on a scalpel, the hiss of a dagger slipping from its sheath, the sensation of blood on one's hands in the dark. And I am, I must admit, given to describing my condition with more romanticism than it deserves. For that, I apologize. Perhaps it comes with being an artist, or a member of the Emerald Crown, for I am both. The Emerald Crown. The Spring Court. The Court of desire, of rebirth, the Court that refuses to cringe or weep or rage at what has been done to us. We have been stolen and enslaved by the Fae of ancient legend, twisted and torn and replaced by false-men and women so no-one realizes what has been happened, but we have survived and escaped to make new lives for ourselves. While Winter, Summer, and Autumn dwell on the past, we do our best to accept, to move on and to live anew. Look at me again. I don't look like the average Spring Courtier, do I? For all our noble philosophies, the stereotype sadly has more truth to it than I'd like - the Court has more than its fair share of beer-swilling playboys and vapid, bitchy socialites. But Desire has many forms. I find mine in art; I draw, and paint, and dance and sing, though I'm not too good at the last one. The Faerie who took me in the night, pressed a knife in my hand and whispered into my ear 'kill, kill', remade me into an agent of destruction, and so upon my escape, I remade myself into an agent of creation. Such do I find freedom. But Desire, like I said, has many forms. Today I am going to taste another of them. The Spring Queen has arranged this for me, as thanks for services rendered. I hate putting the skills my Keeper taught me to use, because the darkest parts of me adore doing so; the scent of blood, the sensation of sliding a knife between two ribs, two bodies wrapped together, gasping and bleeding, the last breath of a dying man and the sight of his last spark of life fading from his eyes. I love it. I love it. Does that make me a monster? Perhaps, but if it does, I am at least self-aware enough to hate my murderlust, and only put it into practice in the direst of circumstances. So does the Spring Queen's assassin hide in the body of a quiet, nervous artist, overlooked by all within and without our Court. I digress. Forgive me - I don't usually talk this much, let alone speak about subjects so...intimate. In my hands, there is a masque. To the eyes it is a simple thing - black, faded and worn, the sort of thing bought once for a fancy party then abandoned at the bottom of a drawer. But under my fingers, I can feel the thrill of faerie-magic, of Glamour, coursing through the weave. It is a Token, a very simple one, one of...I don't know how many. I feel a nervous flutter of excitement at that thought, and part of me, the part of me I will be leaving behind tonight, whines anxiously that I should not have told the Queen to 'surprise me'. The magic is simple. Once activated and worn, I will not be recognized. I will be seen, and remembered, but those who see and remember will not connect those memories with me when the magic wears off. Tonight, I can do whatever I want, and there will be no consequences. The thought is liberating. The thought is terrifying. I put the masque to one side for now, rise from my seat, and face the mirror. Piece by peice, I remove my clothing. My top is the first and easiest to go, and my skin pimples at the cool air washing over my shoulders and arms. Next, I unbuckle my belt, and slowly roll my jeans down my narrow hips and slender legs. It takes a while - they're quite tight - but in time I am left, standing in my underwear before the mirror. Black, lace. Expensive. It's a shame it won't be seen tonight. My bra is unhooked and carefully placed to one side, revealing small, pert breasts, the nipples little patches of grey atop the pale flesh. I reach down and slip my thumbs under the wasteband of my panties, and pause a moment. This is not the final step, but part of me feels...it is certainly close to it. I lick my lips, take a breath, and yank the sliver of black material down before I can dither any longer. And then it is done. I raise a leg, my underwear still clinging tenaciously around my ankle, flick it away, and let out the breath I was holding. There is a strange feeling of...freedom, almost. Release. At first I think, like a butterfly that has crawled from its chrysalis, but realize that isn't quite right. I am who I was before, but the baggage of the past has been left behind. Like a snake which has finished shedding its skin, then. The butterfly-esque transformation will come soon. My fingers find the masque and bring it to my face, only to pause half-way. This, then, is it. This is the moment. When I don the masque - if I don the masque - I will be a different person. Is that person just another lie, like the magical weave that keeps my fae nature hidden from the mortal world? A persona adopted for the situation I have engineered for myself? Or is it a placebo, a prop required to coax my true nature, something wild and daring and free, to the fore? I stare into the inside of the masque, and the empty eyeholes seem to stare back, challenging, daring. A thought comes to mind, then, and for the first time, my voice breaks the silence. "We are not who we are. We are who we choose to be, no more and no less." I don the masque. The effects are...not quite instantaneous, but not far from it. A faint, pleasant shiver runs up my spine as the magic bound within the fabric takes hold, and my whole posture shifts before my eyes. My shoulders roll back, pulling me up from my usual, anxious slouch and pushing out my small breasts, the grey nipples standing out stiff and proud. Hands are planted almost defiantly upon the narrow curve of my hips, my legs spread a little further apart - and while it might just be a trick of the light, I fancy that I can see the first, faint liquid glimmer between them. There are two doors. One, to my left, contains the reward my Queen has prepared for me. To the right, the door I entered through, and will lead me back to normality. There is none of the hesitation, the malingering, the nervous hand-wringing and time-wasting I might normally have gone through. I simply turn to the left and stride through. This room is far more lavishly decorated than the one I have just left. The floors are heavily carpeted, and I take a moment to clench my toes, enjoying the sensation of the warm, fluffy material squeezing between them. Flickering candles dot the walls and hang from the ceiling - electric lights hurt my eyes - and the room is dominated by a large, four-poster bed. Four men dot the room, either sitting or standing, and the sudden silence tells me that I have interrupted their small-talk. All four of them wear copies of my masque. Aside from that, they are naked, and I suddenly imagine how their chatter must have grown steadily more awkward as I dithered over undressing and donning my own solitary garment. Poor boys, not knowing where to put their eyes, propping their courage up more and more with the wine provided while they waited. They certainly know where to put their eyes now. This is my reward. This is what my Queen provided for me in exchange for the silent murder of three mortals, ensorcelled and working for Privateers, other Changelings who work to sell us back to our once-masters. A fantasy, any fantasy, fulfilled at her expense and in total privacy. I told her, nervous and stuttering, that I wanted to taste the most primal Desire of all. Something beyond sex, which I have experienced, and making love, which I have not, but dream of. I am going to fuck these men. Or they are going to fuck me. Or both. And I think it shall be both. And yes; I use that word very particularly. Fuck. This is the sexual act torn down to its most base, primal form; wild and frantic and free, divorced from morality or emotion, full of spit and sweat and come. The magic bound into our masques ensure that I will never recognize these men, and they will never recognize me, even if we walk into Court tomorrow and stare one another in the eyes. This is the madness of complete safety; the knowledge that one can do anything, anything at all, and there will be no repercussions or ramifications. The Gentry remake us in such a myriad of forms, and the men my Queen has gathered for me are no exception. One is young, about my age; his body bronzed and athletic, blue-white flames playing on his head and his chin, along his chest and arms, and at the base of his cock, which even now is beginning to spring into life. An Elemental; a Fireheart, obviously. The next is a Beast. His kith - the particular specialty his Keeper remade him as - is harder to divine, but he reminds me of a snake, covered in fine, brown scales, with a flat nose and slitted yellow eyes. They peel off as I approach, silently circling behind me, as if to try and herd me towards the other two. The third is a Fairest. He looks like an elf sprung from Tolkein's legends; tall, slim, with just a touch of androgyny, he watches me with eyes as large as my own, but piercing blue while mine are black as jet. The last is...my heart skips a beat, and despite the masque, a little of my old persona swims to the surface as I stop in mid-step. The last is an Ogre. He is not the largest of his kind, but compared to my slender frame, he seems huge, with muscles that look to have been carved from stone and clumps of moss clinging to him where a normal man would have thick curls of body hair. My eyes wander south and...I don't know how I'm going to take him. He isn't even hard, and the length of thick, grey flesh hanging between his legs is already the biggest I've ever set eyes upon. And then the moment passes, and I resume my slow, measured advance. My hands reach out, trailing fingertips across the Beast and the Elemental's chests, then curl to beckon them into following me. The Elemental does so with almost indecent haste, while the Beast matches my own stride. The Ogre and Fairest draw closer together as the other two men drive me inexorably towards them, until they stand in a tight ring around me; trapped in a prison of warm flames, cool scales, rough stone and silken flesh. All four of them are taller than me, and pressed between them I feel so small, so delicate and sexy. And the hands - oh, the hands. They don't ask for permission. They reach and take, and they are everywhere. The Elemental behind me goes straight for my breasts, squeezing the pale mounds and tweaking the nipples with clumsy enthusiasm. I let out a quiet sigh and lean backwards, wrapping an arm around his and the Beast's shoulders, letting them take my weight. The Beast wraps his arms around my midsection and pushes his face into my neck, kissing hard, biting soft, and whispering dirty fantasies into my ears that set my pulse racing with anticipation. The Fairest's dainty hand finds its way onto my mound. His long fingers coax me into opening my legs for him, then slide further, cupping my lower lips and running through the wetness now gathering there. I bat my eyelashes and whisper to him, and he slides a finger into me, drawing forth my first, proper gasp of the evening. Even then, it is quiet. I've always been quiet, even during sex, and I wonder if the masque will help me find my voice in the hours to come. And the Ogre...his huge fingers touch me so carefully, so delicately. Every movement he makes is slow and deliberate, as if he has to think every action through in advance, lest he hurt me by accident. Of the four, he runs a finger down my chin, and gently cups my behind, holding and supporting me as the others have their fun. Even as they explore my body, I explore theirs. My left hand finds the Beast's length; it's hot, wet and sticky, free of the smooth scales that cover the rest of his body, and I can feel it growing thicker and harder under my touch. His only reaction is a small smile, which I catch out the corner of my eye; he remains eerily still as my fingers run up and down his length, over the strange bulge at the tip and back down to the base. By contrast, the Elemental jumps as my fingers wrap around his offering; compared to the Beast he's reassuringly human down there, and already hard, which doesn't surprise me. He thrusts into my palm as I jerk him. I catch his head between two fingers and give a little squeeze, which calms him down a bit; I'll have need of his reckless, lusty passion later, and I don't want him to come too quickly. I move my left hand, still trailing streamers of whatever wetness covered the Beast's organ, and grope blindly for another cock. My fingers close once, twice, on empty air, brushing legs bit finding nothing, and on the third attempt wrap around something large and heavy. A sudden, rumbling breath from the Ogre tells me I've found him. I can't...christ, I can't get my fingers all the way around it. I paw hopelessly at the mammoth organ and feel the head slap against my hip; it's so hard, so fucking hard, softer than the rest of his stony body but it's still so much harder than any mortal man's organ should be. How am I supposed to take him? Shit. Well, I guess that's what I get for saying 'surprise me'. The Fairest doesn't wait for me to get to him. His long fingers wrap around the hand I have on the Elemental's organ and, gently but firmly, pull my hand away and place it upon his own. I almost want to rebuke him for that, but the feeling of his skin on mine is divine; it's unbelievably smooth and there's a very gentle tingling, like soft static or an almost imperceptibly faint vibration , where we touch. I glide up and down his length and all the while, I wonder, what that's going to feel like inside me? His finger slides a little deeper into my heat, as if in answer to my question. On a whim, I release the Ogre and squirm one of my arms free from the press of bodies, reaching towards one of the half-empty bottles of wine the four men had been working through before my arrival. I can't reach it, but someone passes it to be nevertheless. I don't know much about wine, but from the label, I guess it's expensive; the sort of thing supposed to be sipped and savored. I lick my lips, throw my head back, and upend the bottle into my waiting mouth. The rich, fruity liquid cascades down, more of it splashing across my body than into my mouth, painting crimson lines down my chin, my breasts, running from my nipples onto my belly and beyond. The four need no invitation. They dive in, four tongues and four pairs of lips licking, sucking, and kissing their way across my body, pausing to bite gently whenever they cross my breasts, or to take a much deeper lick if they bow low enough to get between my legs. My own lips wrap around the neck of the bottle, gulping down what's left of the wine, savoring the taste almost as much as I savor the patches of warm, tingling sensation roaming around my body, until well after every drop of wine has been licked up. The bottle is tossed aside, discarded and forgotten, to roll into one corner of the room. They're gathering closer around me now, pressing eagerly in from all sides. The feeling of their bodies on mine, their touches and kisses, is electrifying, but they want more. I want more. My mouth waters, and I know it's time for the next step. With a hand on the Ogre and the Elemental's chests, I push them back a step so I can sink down to my knees. Their stiff cocks jerk and sway invitingly before me. The first thing that hits me in the smell. Not the sharp, unpleasant tang of unwashed bodies, but something else. Something deep and musky that sets my heart fluttering and arouses a sudden heat in my belly; the combined smell of their potence, their masculinity. And all of it, mine. Excited by the thought, my head turns this way and that, comparing, contrasting, evaluating, deciding. Hands brush trembling shafts, the tip of my tongue laps daintily at shining beads of liquid, and the air is cut with heavy breaths and soft sighs. The Fairest runs his hand through my hair; I can see the strange, semi-solid curls winding and dripping through his fingers as he encourages me towards his long, slender offering. The Elemental keeps trying to step closer, his own cock occasionally bumping against my nose or my cheek, while the Ogre seems to be quietly trying to stop the others from pushing too close in around me. The Beast is content to wait, and to watch, though his odd shape keeps catching my eye. Part of me, drunk on the sensation of these four men competing for my attention, wants to keep them hanging for longer. But my desire to tease is not as strong as the desire I have come here to sate, and on a whim, I pick the Elemental. He's the most normal, I think, so it seems like the best place to start. And he has been so adorably eager. I catch his eye and - yes, just from that look, he knows, the grin that splits his face shows it to the world. No more hesitation. I gulp him into my mouth and work my way down the shaft, pulling back a little then pushing forward a little more, slathering him with my saliva until his tool glistens and the guttering false-flame at the base hisses and spits as the fluid trickles into it. I bob my head two, three, four times on his cock, creeping a down his shaft until he tickles the back of my throat. I tip my head and start gulping, but I can't quite get him down before I start gagging and have jerk my head back. He slips out of my mouth with a wet slurp, ropes of spittle and precome stretching out between his tool and my lips for a moment, before splattering down over my chin and breasts. One of them makes a joke - "better luck next time!" - and we all laugh, even though I'm trying to wipe my face clean at the time. A fool's errand, really, since it's only going to get messier as time goes on. The sight of another cock being thrust before me stifles my giggling, but not my grin. It's the Beast; I eye the odd, bulbous head swaying before my waiting mouth for a moment; it gleams with his own wetness in the candlelight, and I don't see his sac, so...it must be internal, I guess, and the fluid helps it slip out when he's ready to use it. Whatever. A finger runs up his length delivers the gathered bounty into my mouth; it's strange, a little sour, but not unpleasant. That answered, I take him properly, wrapping my lips around his slimy shaft and washing my tongue over his head. This, finally, gets a reaction from him; a sound that's as much a hiss as a sigh, and a pulse of thick, tangy precome floods my mouth. I pull off and look up at him, look him straight in the eye, and open my lips for him to see the wad swirling around my tongue; then it's gone, with an audible gulp. His cock is still dribbling; part of me desperately wants to see how much he'll come when he finally peaks. I want to feel it on my skin... The thought should surprise me. Hell, it's a thought I shouldn't even have; of course, I'd had sex before, but it had always been very simple, very plain; clutching at some distant, romantic ideal. It's the Masque, I think, as I run first one hand, then the other, through my own wetness. Or maybe it's me, unchained by the promise of anonymity. I briefly massage my lower lips before wrapping fingers slick with my own juices around the Elemental and Ogre's cocks. Or at least, the tip of the Ogre's; I can't get my fingers all the way around his meat, so have to settle for massaging his head, gently running my slim fingers over his crown. It seems to have the desired effect, though, because my wetness is soon joined by his own pre; it drips down to patter warmly on my thigh. I tug the Elemental twice, then flail blindly until I grab the Beast, and give him the same treatment; jerking one, then the other, back and forth as I go to work on the Fairest. His cock is long, the skin beautifully soft, and the strange vibration I felt earlier buzzes pleasingly on my tongue. I hum in return as I bob up and down, a tuneless melody that shudders back against his length. I find myself slipping further and further down him with each motion of my head, like I was with the Elemental, but this time...no, this time, I'm not stopping. His precome is sweet and as his taste fills my mouth, I can feel my throat relaxing, like there's something in it to help the process...which wouldn't surprise me, really. A lot of Fairest are rebuilt as living sex-toys by their Keepers. I must be using him just like they did, but I don't care. The Masque again, no doubt. A few more inches vanish into my mouth and I feel the same pressure at the back of my throat, but this time I'm ready for it; I gag, a little, but keep swallowing, helping him down into my throat. The urge to gag vanishes as he crosses the threshold, and I suck him down deeper, until my nose presses up against his crotch. His scent is intoxicating, like a drug. I can feel myself starting to get short of breath, but there's something I need to do, quickly. I release the Beast's cock and wave the others back so they can get a better look, then run my hand down my throat, showing off the faint bulge where the Fairest's cock has slid down my gullet. Then, just as I'm starting to see stars, I jerk my head back. There's a thick, guttural, retching sound as the Fairest slides out of my throat. His cock slapping wetly against his belly and webs of saliva spray everywhere, splattering my chest and legs. There's a moment's silence. Then, they applaud, and I burst out laughing. An attempt at wiping the mess from my body is abandoned after it just gets smeared around; I turn it into a bit of a show, rubbing the slick fluid over my breasts and tweaking my stiff nipples for them. I feel so incredibly free, so liberated; a world away from the shy, nervous little Darkling girl the world sees when it looks at me. The guys shift around me, a little awkward, waiting to see what I'm going to do next; go back to sucking them off, or move over to the bed? I give the Ogre's cock a little lick, then take him and the Elemental by the hand and lead them towards the four-poster. I direct the Ogre to one end and the Elemental to the other, then hop up between them and roll onto my back. I sigh and let my legs fall apart, slipping two fingers into myself - not that I needed it, I can already feel my wetness drizzling into the sheets - as the Elemental positions himself between them. Tipping my head back, I can see the silhouette of the Ogre looming over me, his cock jutting out like some great standing stone. I nuzzle up against it, licking the bottom of the shaft and teasing my fingers through the thick moss that covers his groin and his sac, letting his scent, like wood and peat and smoke, flow through me. A tap against my fingers tells me that the Elemental is ready; I slip my fingers out of myself and let out a low gasp as he penetrates me. He has the decency to go slow at first, easing himself in and out, only picking up speed as I relax into his thrusts and start grinding my hips up towards him in return. The Ogre drags his cock back and forth across my face, letting me work him with my tongue; licking, kissing, and when a particularly strong thrust from the Elemental knocks my teeth against him and gets little reaction, even a few tender little nibbles against his shaft. I swivel my hips up to help the Elemental get a better angle as his thrusts increase in pace; he's completely missing my g-spot and is ignoring my clit, but his deep, frantic pace is still getting me going; looking down the length of my body, I can see my pale skin is flushed salmon-pink, and I can feel the first waves of an orgasm building. Annoyingly, from the way the Elemental is screwing his face up, I think his is coming as well. For a moment, I dither; I want to get off, but I don't want him to get off yet. But I have three more cocks waiting to service me, and besides - this is my night, not his, so fuck him. I twist and pull my hips up, forcing him to slide out of me, then blow him a devilish kiss as he slinks away to be replaced with the Beast. He looks me over, then grins, and - Oh. Oh, god. That tongue. Is that prehensile? I spread my lips for him, all but begging him to go to town on me with that thing. It's long - maybe six inches - and forked, and I desperately want to feel him using it on me. He obliges and kneels down between my legs, and I let out a lusty moan as he starts to lap up the fluid trickling from my slit; I feel him lapping my thighs, my groin, my mound - always teasingly close to my sensitive spots, but never quite hitting them, and he insistently bats away my hand away whenever I try to direct him or start working myself towards the relief that I need. At last, the narrow, forked tip flickers against my labia, winds its way over my clit, and begins to explore my most tender flesh. He writhes inside me, exploring my heat, until I let out a shrill squeak and buck against his face. Now that the Beast has his target, he doesn't relent; he manipulates my g-spot with punishing attentions, making me writhe and squirm, one hand grasping madly at the bedsheets, the other wrapped around the Ogre's cock. I hang on to the huge piece of flesh as my orgasm finally hits, washing through my bucking, spasming body like a wave even as I rain sloppy kisses down upon the earthy grey flesh pushing against my face. The bed creaks as I collapse down against it. Thankfully, they give me a minute to recover; one of the Ogre's huge hands cups my breast, working the flesh with the gentleness I've come to expect from him. The Beast goes back to gently licking me, but this time I'm grateful for him focusing on my legs; I'm still too tight and sensitive for any real attention down there. The Fairest, who's been content to watch quietly comes over to join us, and even the Elemental stops sulking as the four men start to touch and massage me, rubbing my breasts and my belly. I keep working the Ogre's length, but with much less vigor, content to enjoy the feeling of being touched and the heady scent of sex in the air. Now and then, a hand will slip lower and graze my slit or circle the tight pucker of my ass, an eye always carefully watching my reaction. At first they get the odd twitch or grimace of discomfort, but as the long, silent minutes go on, their efforts are met with sighs and gasps, and the increased trickle of wetness from my slit tells them that I'm ready to go again. There's a brief argument among the Fairest, Elemental, and Beast about who should get me next; the Fairest says he's got "something special" planned, the Beast points out he's not actually had a proper go yet, and the Elemental's just being greedy. The Ogre shoots me a weary look as I sigh and roll up onto my hands and knees, pointing my small, tight backside towards them and waving it enticingly. I just want someone in me. I don't care who, and I tell them as much. There's a bit more bickering, then the Beast finally climbs up onto the bed next to me. The bulbous tip of his cock prods cautiously against my entrance, and I spread my legs a little so he can penetrate me easier. Even then, it's slow, and the feeling of being spread, of his fleshy bulb pushing my lips wider and wider apart, is divine; almost enough to push me into another orgasm. Then the moment passes as he pops past my entrance, and he slides the rest into me in one smooth motion. I can feel the shape of him inside me as he begins thrusting; his shaft is a little thinner than the other guys', but I can feel his bulging head as it strokes back and forth within me. It's a strange feeling; not as intense as the feeling of being fucked by someone with a bit of girth, but rhythmic, almost hypnotic; like my insides are being massaged. I croon approvingly and go back to working the Ogre. He holds me by the shoulders, keeping me upright as I get both hands on his cock. It points right at my face, and like this, I can actually get the tip of his head into my mouth; it's just narrow enough to fit, and he doesn't seem to mind my teeth on him. He's flanked by the other two, and soon I'm passing my mouth from one to the other; sucking down the Fairest's length - not all the way like before, though - then passing over to theatrically gobble the Elemental's offering, then passing back to work the Ogre with my tongue and lips before starting again. I feel like I'm in heaven; the Beast's settled into a good rhythm and while I don't think I'm going to come from his dick, the sensation keeps me hot and excited as I taste the three cocks in front of me. The Ogre's gone very still and quiet; I wonder if he's feeling left out. The other two are easier for me to take, so I find myself lingering on them more and more. My jaw hurts if I linger on him for too long, so give up on my attempts at blowing him and just go to work with my tongue; alternating between working his head with my lips and lapping at the sensitive spot just behind it with my tongue. He begins to grunt in time with my attentions, and I can feel a heavy pulse beating through his flesh. I slip my hand down his length and fondle his balls, wondering if - yes. I feel them contract, feel his grip on my shoulders tighten, and realize he's about to blow his load. The head is pointing right at my face. Even if I had time to get out of the way, tonight, under the spell of the Masque, I know I wouldn't. I open my mouth, stick my tongue out, and look coyly up at him as he comes, pouring thick ropes of pungent, earthy seed into my waiting mouth. I quickly go back to working his shaft, nimble fingers working up and down, squeezing out every drop I can. It splatters across to tongue and my cheeks, dripping down onto my chin and the sheets below. I tip my head back and close my mouth to stop any more of his come escaping, then wriggle free of the Beast's cock and turn towards them. Once I know all four pairs of eyes are on me, I very deliberately open my mouth, showing them the small lake of seed in my mouth and coating my face. Then, I purse my lips and swallow. It slides down easily, and I fancy that I can feel the heat of his come pouring into my belly before their astonished eyes. I lick my lips and coyly ask them who's next. The Ogre mutters something - he's got good stamina, he claims, he'll be ready to go again in a bit - and staggers off to catch his breath. The Fairest steps forwards - the others have had their turns, and now he fully intends to take his. He joins me on the bed and I ask him how he wants me. He doesn't reply. Instead, he presses his slim, lithe body up against my own, takes my head in both hands and kisses me passionately. Our tongues twine and dance, and he doesn't seem to care about the lingering taste of the Ogre's earthy load. Instead, he just pushes himself tighter against me, until I can feel our twin heartbeats fluttering together, even as my nipples drag teasingly against his tight chest. Finally, he breaks away, smiling mysteriously, and begins to work. He manipulates me with the same firm insistence I felt from him earlier, rolling me onto my front, pushing my head forwards into the sheets, and lifting my rear up into the air. I feel incredibly dirty and exposed like this; face down, ass waving in the air, like I'm just waiting for someone to come along and slide into me. Two slim fingers dip into my heat, working back and forth until they drip with my wetness. They retreat, drawing a soft mewl of disappointment from me, but something new quickly shuts me up; a wet finger, gently drawing circles around my ass, occasionally pushing against the puckered muscle, as if asking permission. I bite my lip and nod; I hear the Beast saying something, then feel a measure of cold, slimy liquid being poured over my ass. A little of it trickles down the curve and mixes with the heat, making me jump; I guess there must have been a bottle of lube hidden somewhere, because the Fairest's finger eases past my entrance. I grunt as I feel the first knuckle pop into me, then the second as he slowly pushes deeper into my bowels. It's a strange feeling - tighter than normal penetration, but the absence of a cock in my pussy leaves me feeling almost hollow, as if something's missing. A second finger joins the first, and the Fairest begins to twist them around, spreading me out, making sure I'm going to be loose enough for him. I dig my sharp little teeth into the sheets and whimper at the feeling. It doesn't hurt, but...it's going to, I think. The fingers retreat with a faint sucking sensation. I take a deep breath as his tip probes my ass, then exhale and try to relax for him. The Fairest makes a frustrated noise and mutters something - something about me being so tight, I think - then the sudden cold of the lube dripping over my ass makes me squeal around the wad of linen in my mouth. The fingers reappear, spreading my tight hole as wide as they can as more lube is dripped in, which really gets a sudden squeak from me, as the icy liquid runs into the hot depths of my ass. Then the fingers vanish and there's a few more words from the Fairest. The other two materialize; the Beast crouched down by my head while the Elemental sits next to me and starts to go to work with his hands; massaging my breasts with more care than he's shown before, while the Beast whispers into my ear; how sexy I am, how beautiful I looked when I came, how hard he is for me. How hard they all are for me. I cast a glance across the room and I can see the Ogre, standing a little way off, is already hard again. I did that, the Beast says. I grope out, supporting myself on my elbows as I find their cocks. Not really jerking, just holding, feeling the pulse and throb of their heartbeats through their shafts. Throbbing for me, hard for me, ready for - The Fairest shoves into me, and I can't help but cry out. I whine and squeal as his cock slides further into my ass, letting the other two go so I can claw madly at the sheets. There's a stinging, burning feeling around my entrance as he stretches me out, the muscles protesting at his sudden penetration. But he comes forwards relentlessly, leaning over me and pushing my head deeper into the knotted sheets, until his hips settle flush against the curve of my backside. My ass. There's a cock in my ass. I've only ever had something in my ass once before today - a small toy I'd bought over the internet, and even that made me feel guilty and anxious for days. But now...there's a cock in my ass. I feel the Fairest shift behind me, drawing back, then thrusting forwards again. I'm being fucked in the ass. This beautiful, elegant man is fucking me in the ass. And I like it. His arms wrap around my midsection and hold us as close as lovers. His head rests over my shoulder, and he whispers in my ear; asking me if I like it, asking me how it feels. I turn my head, as much as I can, kiss him, and whisper two words. "More", I say. "Harder." He obeys. He pulls halfway out of my ass then slams his hips forwards, driving himself as deep into my bowels as he can. He repeats the motion twice, three times, and with each thrust, the tightness and discomfort lessens even as strange, faint vibrations that emanate from him flows through me, setting my nerves on fire with pleasure. The Fairest allows me to pull my head up out of the sheets, and I come face to face with the Elemental's cock; I don't even pause before gulping it into my mouth. Every thrust rocks my body back and forth; all I can do is hang on as the hot, humming piece of flesh impaling my ass jerks me too and fro, shoving the Elemental's cock deep into my mouth with every thrust. I can't really suck him properly, but I don't care; the feeling of being taken from both ends is divine, the simple presence of him in my mouth enough to help move me towards my second orgasm. The Fairest is picking up pace, now; his hips slapping against my thin buttocks with each thrust, one hand pushing my head deeper onto the Elemental's cock while the other slips between my lower lips, gently stimulating me even as he fucks me even harder from behind. I moan needily around the cock in my mouth, instinctively thrusting back against him, even as the Elemental's hands maul and knead my breasts. And when I come, I come suddenly; the fingers inside me hook against my g-spot and my whole body goes rigid, the tight ring of my ass clamping against the invading cock as I twist and spasm between the two men. And then he's gone, to be replaced with a sudden, strange emptiness. I spit the Elemental out of my mouth and roll over, looking at the four of them. I feel like...like a queen, or a princess, enjoying her harem; using them even as they use me. I'm already covered in spit and sweat and come; I can still taste the Ogre's seed in my mouth, and my face still glistens where it hasn't been smeared off against the sheets. I'm not done, not yet, not for a long shot, but...I think my boys are. The Elemental is flushed and sweating, the Fairest has flopped against the other end of the bed, and there's a steady flow of precome dribbling from the Beast's cock. Only the Ogre still looks fresh and ready to go after his time out. I almost feel sorry for them. Poor, poor boys. Their bodies just can't take the pace. My pace, I think, gleefully. God, this Masque. What is it doing to me? But still. Time for the finale. I begin issuing commands; not loudly, not bossing or ordering, but directing the four of them into the places I want. The Ogre, lying on the bed. The Elemental, behind him. The Fairest and Beast up front. The sight of the Ogre's cock jutting up from the bed gives me a moment's pause, but I've taken all of the others, and I want to try him. I clamber back up onto the bed and straddle him, pressing his length between my wet slit and his stony body, sliding up and down until it glistens with my fluids. Then I lean back, spreading my lips for him, letting him see how wet I am. Beads of liquid gather amidst the hot folds and run freely down my legs I feel the Elemental's hands slip under my armpits and lift me up. The Fairest moves the Ogre's cock into position, gently batting the thick piece of meat against my entrance. And then, slowly, so slowly, I lower myself onto it. The tip isn't so bad. It's eased into me, spreading my pussy wide, but there's no real pain; just the same feeling of being stretched, like when the Beast popped his bulbous head into me. Further, deeper...the Beast works my clit as I descend, countering the first spikes of pain with waves of pleasure, the feelings mixing as they surge around my tense body. Another inch and he's properly penetrating me now, my lips stretched around the thick, grey meat of his cock. The Fairest squirts some lube into his hand and rubs it into the point of our union; a thin gasp slides out of my gritted teeth at the rush of cold, but it helps, it helps a little... I can feel the thing inside me, a huge, heavy object that pulses in time with a foreign heartbeat, shifting and stirring as the Ogre moves upon the bed. He wants to thrust, I think, but he's staying very still, afraid of hurting me. Hah. It already feels like I'm being ripped in half. But there's pleasure there as well; I'm being stretched so wide, every nerve of my passage, from the lips to the g-spot to my most innermost depths, are being stimulated. My body burns, and it takes the brush of his thick, mossy hair against my groin to tell me that I've done it. I've taken the whole thing. I suck in a deep breath, slowly steadying my breathing, as I get adjust to the feeling of the thing inside my heat. The pain has died down to a distant, background ache, and the feeling it leaves behind is divine. I lean forwards and tease my fingers through the knotted moss on his chest, tracing the lines of the muscles underneath. And behind me, I feel the Elemental moving into position. One down, I tell myself. Here comes number two. There's the now-familiar cold rush of the lube as he prepares my ass. I'm still a little loose, but the first person to take me there didn't have to contend with the Ogre's meat filling me up, and it takes him two goes to get into me. His hands find my breasts and squeeze as he slides home, completing the second penetration. I'm so...so full. I feel stuffed, and it's agony. Beautiful, sweet agony. I move my hips, grinding forwards, letting them slip a little out of me, then sliding backwards to take them back into my tight little body. Lips draw back as I hiss one word into the air. "Yesssss." Only then do they begin to fuck me in earnest. The Ogre's thrusts are slow and deep, letting me feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of my hot, wet slit; a constant, heavy stimulation that leaves me gasping as the Elemental works me from behind. His strokes are faster and shallower, pumping away at my tight pucker while twisting and tweaking my nipples. I swivel my hips, wriggling back and forth on the two throbbing shafts inside me, trying to find the best angle as the other two step forwards, their cocks hard and inviting. I can see precome beading at the Elemental's tip, and the Beast's bulbous head glistens wetly. I wrap my fingers around them both, for a moment just letting the motion of the two cocks fucking deep into me jerk my hands up and down, before sucking the Beast into my eager, waiting mouth. His precome spills into my mouth, leaving wet strings that slap against my bucking body as I switch to the Fairest, taking him as deeply as I can before a particularly deep thrust from the Elemental makes me buck and squeal out loud. And so it goes. We can't really change position; I'm pinned, impaled, upon the two men inside me, so I settle for rocking my hips, sometimes in time with, sometimes against, their thrusts as I alternate between sucking on the two cocks in front of me. Sweat beads across my aching body as my wetness smears across my thighs; my chin and breasts shine with spilled precome and saliva in the glimmering candlelight. My whole body burns; the pain has long since merged with the pleasure flooding my body, the intense feeling of being filled up sweeping away the lingering discomfort; I crest one orgasm, distantly hearing the Ogre and the Elemental grunting as I clamp down on their throbbing lengths, only to spill over into another as a hand - I can't tell, and I don't care, whose - worms in to tweak my clit. The Beast comes as I work him with my mouth; licking, sucking, working the sensitive bulb of his head. His seed floods my mouth and I quickly pull back, swallowing as his second and third pulses splatters across my face and my bucking breasts. He retreats, groaning, and I can feel thick, sticky strands dripping from my nose and my chin as I'm fucked. The Fairest follows afterwards, painting a second load across my body; his warm, sweet seed adds to the glistening wetness on my breasts, even now starting to slide down to gather in my bellybutton. I rear up, arching my back and stretching towards the heavens as the two remaining men increase their pace, pushing my sore, sensitive body remorselessly on towards a third and final orgasm. The Ogre finishes next; I can feel the huge piece of meat invading my body pulse and twitch a moment before he floods me with his come. The feeling of his liquid heat spilling into my body finally drives me over the edge and I scream, so loud the bastard Keepers back in Arcadia probably heard it, scream in pleasure and pain and release and above all else, scream out my freedom, that most precious of things for those of us among the Lost. The Ogre stays in me until the Elemental, finally, finishes, shooting his own load deep into my bowels, before pulling his softening length out of my ass and collapsing backwards. I fall forwards, collapsing over the Ogre's prone body and snuggling up against his mossy chest. I can feel him going soft inside me, leaving me feeling hollow and empty, longing to be swept back up into the heaving, sweating press of bodies. Lost in the haze of the afterglow, I roll off the Ogre, distantly hearing the wet slithering of his length slipping out of me, and his seed spilling down my legs as I settle into the ragged remains of the sheets. My whole body aches, from my legs up to my tingling slit and ass, through my stiff back, sore arms and tired jaw, but it's a good ache, a satisfying ache - and for some reason, lying in the half-light of the near-spent candles, I remember the moment I finally tore my way out of the Hedge. Sore and bleeding and confused, but above all else, laughing and crying with the sheer joy of life and freedom. I smile, then, in the dark; a big, drunken, snaggletoothed grin. For a moment, I think I hear singing, but my mind refuses to concentrate on any one thing for more than a few moments. Time passes, and one by one, the four men come to me. Each kisses me once, despite the mixed mess of seed still anointing my skin, then vanishes into the growing shadows around me. Then, the singing again. Closer now. I open eyes which had half-closed, to see a new figure, a female figure, slide out of the gloom. Another Darkling, like me, but tall and shapely. Her skin is almost as pale as mine, but tinged with the barest hint of blue, like ink swirled into milk. Her head is crested with a great crown of horns, and a soft, lilting song falls from her lips as she approaches. The woman reaches down and gently lifts the come-stained Masque from my face. With its enchantments removed, I recognize her instantly; the Spring Queen, my Queen, the woman who made this happen for me. She regards me with loving, iridescent eyes before speaking. "My thorn, my sweet, my love. Did you enjoy that? Did you find your desire?" The words weave into her song seamlessly. I can only nod as her arms slide under me, gently lifting me from the bed and carrying me away into the shadows. She must have cleaned and dressed me, and seen me home safe, because I remember nothing between then and waking up in my bed, the Masque lying on my pillow as the only sign that what happened was anything but a dream. And so, we reach the end of the story. What do you see when you look at me now, I wonder? Something unbalanced, dirtied and depraved? Or empowered and confident despite my unassuming form? Either way, you know a great deal about me - not just about the events of that night, but about who I am and how I came to be here. I have few secrets left from you. But I have one. One thing you don't know. My name. And I shall not tell you it. I am as anonymous to you as those men were to me; and like them, I would not have shared with you what I have if not for that veil of safety. Because one way or another, we spend our lives hiding behind masks.