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The Ballad of Lincoln the Lewd	By : Mr-Dusk Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 16524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sunrise emerged from the mountains to the East, but in the private bedroom of the Turner fiefdom, velvet drapes and a locked door concealed Paige’s boudoir as pleasurable acts too intense for modest eyes were conducted behind them.

“Ah… Ah… Lincoln, can we stop? …We’ve been at this for… eight hours…”

Lincoln put more pep in his pace while leaning in close to her face, “I decide when we’re done, Paige, now give me some honey.” Lincoln pushed his tongue into her mouth, and a drooling tango commenced.

The two of them moaned lovingly, Paige especially so while squirming in Lincoln’s grip.

“Yeah, yeah! You want some white gravy in your biscuits, Paige!?” Lincoln asked loudly.

“Yes… Yes! Give me, give me!” she shouted in reply.

Lincoln braced his loins and pushed once more, as deep as would be permitted, and let his cream top Paige’s pie. He shivered in delight as he let loose every drip that he could. Lincoln sighed in relief as he collapsed on top of Paige, the both of them spent for energy.

“Ah, that was good.”

“Thank you… Master, that was amazing…” Paige managed to mutter with deep breaths.

“What else could you expect, Paige?”

Lincoln snapped his finger as he knelt up, and on cue, Carol appeared, “You called, Master?”

He pointed to his filthy, cum crusted dick, “Time for your breakfast, and I need my sword polished.”

Carol giggled, “As you command, my Lord.”

…

Much later, Lincoln, Paige and Clyde were walking down the street towards the stable outside.

Paige bowed respectfully before Clyde, “Thank you again for helping my people, Inquisitor.”

“Think nothing of it, Madame Turner. Oh yes, before I take my leave, I need to have a word with you milady.”

Paige raised her brow, “What is it that you wish to speak with me of?”

Clyde’s face turned a serious expression, “You see, I didn't just come here to help secure the deal between your fiefdom and the merchant lords of Midden. I also came to give my report to you on my investigation.”

Paige paused, looking confused, “…I never ordered an investigation.”

“I did,” Lincoln spoke.

Clyde resumed, “Lincoln had informed me that you had sent envoys to the king, only to have their heads sent back. This is a most grievous and frankly disturbing crime and I've been spending the last few weeks looking into it.”

“So what have you uncovered, Clyde?” Lincoln asked.

“If I were a betting man,” Clyde briefly adjusted his glasses, “I'd say that this was the work of professionals, hired swords and such. You'd have to have quite a lot of coin to get people to do things like this. Alternatively, it may have been perpetrated by some really sick individuals whom decided to make sport of helpless people...but that would be more likely the case if this was one envoy, not several.”

As they approached the stables, they saw a trio of girls patiently waiting near a rickshaw carriage.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay, Inquisitor?” Paige asked.

“I’m afraid not, I need to deliver this report to my superiors. I’d be able to conduct a more in-depth investigation if I had some more time and with my supervisor’s approval.”

“At the very least, we’ll see you off, old friend,” Lincoln stated.

Clyde approached one of the girls, a redhead with curly hair, freckles and glasses, a small gust of wind swayed her ample bosom to the side. “Is everything all right, sir?” the redhead asked.

“It’s gone well, Penelope, are we ready to go?”

Penelope nodded, “Yes. Haiku and I have restocked on supplies and I believe our little prisoner has rested enough.” She motioned to the girl that was lying on the dirt, her butt jutting out to the air and her face lying on the dirt, her mouth releasing loud snores that could probably wake the dead.

“Still a pain in the neck, is she?” Lincoln quipped.

“Yes, but I found that a firm hand and a solid restraint can do wonders for her rehabilitation.” He walked towards the sleeping girl.

Paige leaned close to Lincoln, “Who is that, Sir Lincoln?”

“My sister, Lynn Loud Jr.” he responded nonchalantly.

“Why is she company to the Inquisitor?” Paige asked.

“I’m not at liberty to say; only that she owes a debt to be paid in his service.”

Clyde snapped his hand above Lynn’s head, “Lynn, wake up.”

No response, she just continued sleeping.

Clyde snapped a few more times, “Lynn, wake up!”

After it was evident that she was completely in a deep, relaxing slumber, Clyde realized he had no choice but to use more… direct force.

“Pardon what I’m about to do, but this will look a tad brutish,” Clyde motioned to the sullen-faced girl in his entourage, “Haiku, please pull her bottom covers aside.”

“Of course,” she replied, bending down and pulling Lynn’s bottom to the side, revealing her anus.

Clyde pulled out his Inquisitorial Baton, the symbol of his office – a short truncheon of about a forearm’s length, topped on one end with a golden icon representing the Church Inquisition – and knelt behind Lynn, he raised the object above his head and with one fast motion, rammed the bottom end into her anus, “Lynn! WAKE UP!”

Lynn screamed as she jumped high and started running around while clutching the area around her bum where the baton was stuck in place, “Ow, ow, ow! What in the hell-!?”

Lynn managed to calm herself but she was still aching on her bum as she walked up to Clyde, cringing in pain.

Clyde looked down upon her with merciless, stern eyes, “Had a comfortable rest, Lynn?”

Lynn groaned, “Do you have to give me such a rude awakening every time, Clyde?”

Clyde cleared his throat loudly upon hearing his name.

Lynn stammered for a second or two, “Uh… I mean, my Liege?”

“Better,” Clyde walked up to the rickshaw, making sure that the ropes were fastened securely.

Lincoln and Paige approached Lynn, “Hey Lynn…”

Lynn was moderately surprised to see and hear him again after so long, “Oh, Lincoln, hi… didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.”

Lincoln smirked, “So… no threats or casual punches or anything?”

“No… it’s great to see you.” Lynn then yelped as Haiku twisted the baton shoved up her bum.

“Let’s go Lynn, we don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Ow, ow, ow! All right, all right, I’ll get to work! Sorry Lincoln, duty calls!”

Lincoln shook his head and sighed, “At least she's not on a stake or in shackles...”

Paige stared at Haiku, who possessed a rather peculiar form. Her skin was as pale as a corpse and there was a scar running all around her neck, there was also a highly unusual air about her, something more that lay beneath her cold and, frankly, unsettling exterior.

“Oh my, what in the good heavens happened to you?” Paige asked her.

“I died.” She replied matter-of-factly, as though her curt response would mean everything.

“What do you mean?” Paige asked.

Just then, Penelope appeared beside Haiku, “Oh don’t worry about her, ma’am, I’m helping to keep her alive! Hi, I’m Penelope!” she extended her hand out to Paige.

“It’s uh… nice to meet you.” Paige responded, and shook her hand.

“Does Lincoln treat you well?” Penelope asked.

Paige was unsure how to answer this perky and frankly extroverted girl, “Well, I suppose you could say that, he really means well for me.”

“I’ll bet, I heard that he is amazing with you in bed…” Penelope responded.

“Um… what?” Paige asked quizzically.

Before she could reply, Clyde shouted towards her angrily, “Penelope, let’s go! I don’t want to have to drag you by the hair again!”

“You would!?” Penelope asked with unexpected enthusiasm, before running towards the rickshaw, her bosom bouncing like large bags of coin on a jerking carriage, “Coming, my Liege!”

She briefly turned back to Lincoln and Paige, “Farewell! I hope we can get another chance to talk soon!”

“She seems… festive.” Paige commented.

Lincoln nodded, “I’m sure Clyde keeps with all manner of odd company in his line of work.”

…

Nightfall came over the town of Midden. Most people knew better than to stick out in the streets at night, for the only noise at this time in the city’s schedule were the shuffling feet of prowling thieves, or more insidiously, dangerous killers, either assassins sent to kill an intended target by some rich benefactor, or else a deranged psychopath thinking himself a wolf among sheep.

The Royal Viceroy likewise knew this and secured himself within his quarters. He had prepared a hot cup of tea for himself as he finished the last bit of documentation to be sorted out for tonight. After stamping the last bit of paper, he took in a sip of his cup and leaned back into his seat. No sooner had he done so than he started feeling a strong, dull pain in his temples. He felt fluid pour from his nostrils, and he instinctively wiped his hand on it to clean it, only to be shocked upon seeing that it was blood.

“What in heaven’s-” his words failed to pass his lips as he felt his legs lose feeling, but not before he felt his throat suddenly shut for no apparent reason. He fell to the ground, struggling to move, attempting to crawl towards the door.

The door to his room suddenly pushed open, even in his weakened state, as death’s grip pulled him further away from the living world, he saw someone come in.

“Forgive me…” she said.

He attempted to reach out with his hand, but failed as darkness engulfed him.

…

A week had passed since the incident with the Turners, and things seemed to be returning to normal for Paige’s domain. Much of Midden’s wealth was put to work rebuilding her town’s depleted economy and infrastructure, and it was nice to see people with happy faces and full bellies.

More importantly, she now had someone to rely on for moral support in times of crisis, a man in her life now that her father was gone. He also had the added benefit of being an amazing lover. There was only so much Lady Paige could do, and having someone supporting her was a blessing she would not deny.

After Lincoln's business with the Turner Fiefdom concluded, he had decided to remain as a guest in the Lady's home until he heard word from the Royal Viceroy if he was needed for anything else. Until then, he had enjoyed the past few days in leisure.

Midday, Lincoln, Paige and Carol had just completed another hour of good carousing in the bedchamber. Lincoln sat up, clothed in nothing more than a posh bathrobe, open and exposing his full frontal nudity. He stretched his arms and looked back on the boudoir, seeing an exhausted Carol and Paige were cuddling together as their orifices seeped with Lincoln’s adoration.

A loud knock sounded from the door, “Who is it? Stay your entry, for I am not decent!” Lincoln responded.

“Begging your pardon, your Lordship, it’s the maid and I’ve come to inform you that a dignitary has come in, and he’s come with a considerable force of men at his side.”

“Did he state the nature of his visit; and how it would warrant him to bring such company at his side as well?” Lincoln asked.

“Only that it was a matter of grave importance regarding the state of Midden.”

“Grave importance? Tell him to wait in the meeting room, I need to get dressed.” Lincoln would have probably asked to see him much later, but bringing armed men warranted a bit of a faster response.

“Mmm… Sir Lincoln?” Paige stirred awake from bed, rubbing the crust from her eyes, “What’s going on?”

“Looks like someone from Midden’s got some important news for me; now I’m sure it’s nothing, you can go back to bed Paige.”

“But Linky…” Paige whined, “You’re not in bed, and I can’t go back to bed without you.”

He approached her and gently pecked her hair, “It’s all right Paige, and hopefully I won’t be long with this person. For now just keep Carol company, I’m sure you two will want to catch up.”

“He’s right, Paige,” Carol suddenly rose, licking her lips as she eyed Paige, “We should keep ourselves sufficiently moistened for Master’s pleasure, and I can help you with that.” She tackled Paige and began giving her tongue in her mouth.

“Good girls,” Lincoln muttered, trying to hold his boner down, “Don’t finish before I return.”

…

Lincoln put on his usual knight uniform and sat behind the desk of the meeting room, waiting for his guest to arrive.

The door opened and Paige’s faithful aide peeked inside, “He is ready to speak with you, my Liege.”

Lincoln nodded, “Let him in.”

A skinny guy with wizened skin and a hawk-like nose entered, dressed in black and red and wearing a similarly-colored beret.

“Greetings, good sir, please, have a seat.” Lincoln announced graciously.

“Thank you, sir Lincoln, but I would like to have this matter resolved as soon as we can.” The dignitary replied curtly.

“Of course, so, what is this I hear happening in Midden?”

The dignitary adjusted his sleeves as he sat down across from Lincoln, “Yes well, I must warn you that this will come as a significant shock.”

Lincoln’s brow furrowed at the apparently heavy air this news would bring, “Well, what is it? What happened?”

The dignitary sighed, “The Royal Viceroy of Midden has been murdered.”

Hearing that whole sentence caught Lincoln completely by surprise, this was the first he had heard of it, “How… What happened? Who killed him?”

“We’re not sure, exactly…” he cleared his throat, “…One thing that we know for certain is that you, the Lady Paige, and Inquisitor Clyde were the last persons to see him alive, and as such, we have reason to consider you, the Lady Paige, and the Inquisitor as prime suspects.”

That was definitely shocking news, so much so that Lincoln briefly stammered before recomposing himself, “I see, well, I suppose that would be an understandable assumption. So, what are Lady Paige and I to do now? What of Inquisitor McBride?”

“The Royal Knights have intercepted the Inquisitor and are presently questioning him on the matter. As for you and Lady Paige, well, it is currently decided that you will remain here under house arrest pending a formal investigation.”

“I see, so, who’s going to be responsible for conducting this investigation?”

“As this involves the apparent murder of a government official, the Knights have decided to send a senior member to be put in charge of that matter.”

“I see, and who would that be?” Lincoln asked.

“Let me see…” he pulled out a note from a pocket on his robe, “Ah, here we are, one Lady First Knight Ronalda.”

Lincoln’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that name, “Come again?”

“Lady First Knight Ronalda.” The dignitary reiterated.

Lincoln audibly gulped, “Do you mean, THE Lady First Knight Ronalda Anita Santiago?”

“Yes, the very same.”

“I see…” Lincoln turned away, looking as though he had seen a ghost, “May I ask why her, in particular?”

“Apparently, because of you,” he paused, then continued, “Apparently, when Lady Ronalda heard that you were involved in this, she went out of her way to be the one that would personally take charge of the operation. I’ve no idea of the history between you two, but all that matters is that this crime is resolved soon.”

…

Lincoln slowly marched back up to the bedchambers. This was the worst news he had heard since he found out that he failed his sword-fighting exam, thrice. He opened the door despondently, though he briefly forgot the incoming dread marching his way upon seeing Paige and Carol bathing themselves in their feminine fluids, their skin glistening like polished steel.

They stopped with their canoodling once they noticed Lincoln entered, looking as though someone punched the wind from his lungs.

Paige, who was on the bed, beneath Carol and eating her pussy out, was the first to see Lincoln, “Sir Lincoln! You’ve returned! Would you like us to pleasure you?” She then noticed the look of worry on his face, “My Liege, what is the matter?”

Lincoln walked towards the bed and dropped himself on the mattress on his back, covering his eyes to hide his expression of woe.

“Master… what is wrong?” Carol asked, worry in her tone as she and Paige moved close to comfort him.

“The Viceroy of Midden has been murdered.”

Paige was shocked upon hearing that, “What? How? What happened?”

“I don’t know myself,” Lincoln sighed, “but right now, unfortunately, you and I are among the prime suspects. Clyde is being held somewhere right now because he’s a suspect too. We’re all under house arrest until the investigator arrives.”

“Damn, that is some unlucky news, isn’t it?” Paige commented.

Lincoln groaned, “That’s not even the worst part.”

“What could be worse than being suspected of murder and confined to one place?” Carol asked.

“The investigator, I know who it is. She’s a lady knight named Ronalda, better known among the Knighthood as Ronnie Anne.”

“Who is that?” Paige questioned.

“She’s… well, I knew her from the Academy, and I wish I didn’t. In a manner of speaking, Ronnie Anne’s got it out for me.”

“Let me guess,” Paige ventured a theory, based on what she knew about Lincoln so far, “You fucked her too, didn’t you?”

“What, no!” Lincoln protested, “She was horrible to everyone, especially me!”

“Oooh!” Carol chirped, “Sounds like you’ve got a big score to settle with this one.”

Lincoln heaved a long sigh, “You have no idea, Carol. Half of me wants to strangle that bitch’s neck while the other half wants to fuck her brains out!”

“Don’t despair Master,” Carol gently caressed his pelvic area, “With me and Paige by your side, I’m sure we can deal with whatever she can throw at us.”

“Yeah!” Paige added, lying down next to him and running her finger on his shoulder, “Just give us the word and we’ll make this Ronnie Anne wish she were never born.”

“Oh… you girls…” Lincoln hugged them together, before moving his hands down on their bums, “Now give your daddy some sugar, I’m going to need a lot of it before she gets here.”

Paige and Carol nodded, “With pleasure, Master.”

…

Four days had passed since Lincoln heard news of Ronnie Anne’s arrival. In the meantime, he had nothing better to do than to than sit around the Turner estate, eating, sleeping, practicing a bit of swordplay and some exercises to keep himself in top shape, in addition to having Paige and Carol keep him satiated.

Then the day had arrived; an announcement that a moderately-sized force of knights had arrived, bearing the insignia of the Lady First Knight Ronalda. Flying above her head was her personal banner, bearing a fearsome, serpentine dragon devouring a naked man. Some had started calling her "The Maneater," as there were many men who followed her direction, awed by her prowess and valor, and that those same men tried to woo her, only to be broken in heart and spirit; those men who die by her hand are said to be luckier than those who live to know her.

The dignitary from before, who had made his residence in the Turner fiefdom for now, walked out to go greet Ronnie Anne, “Greetings, milady.”

Ronnie Anne did not acknowledge his presence, just eyeing the towerhouse where Lincoln was residing with Lady Paige.

The dignitary extended a hand to help her, “May I be so forward as to assist you off your steed, milady?”

She turned to him, evidently disdainful of his attempt at courtesy, “Did I ask for your hand? Or are you eager to see how fast I can cut it off, dog?”

The man quickly withdrew his limb, and cleared his throat, “Pardon, ma’am, I did not mean to seem so forthcoming.”

“I didn’t ask for an apology either,” she rudely spat at his shoes, “pathetic lickspittles like you have no privilege to talk to their betters, just tell me where I can find him and get out of my sight.”

He did as told and promptly placed himself on the sidelines and coolly brushing Ronnie Anne’s toxic jab aside.

Ronnie Anne wasted no time dismounting her steed, walking towards the entrance of the towerhouse and immediately threw the doors open. Paige was down on the ground floor, at the other end of the entry hall, keeping herself composed before the intimidating female knight that entered into her home.

Paige was the first to say something, “Greetings, Lady Ronalda, and welcome, I am-”

“I know exactly who you are, Miss Paige…” Ronnie Anne interjected, “I also know that you’ve been very uncooperative with us lately, and had the audacity to try and rebel against the crown. If it were up to me, I’d burn every last one of you treasonous rats in your filthy hovels.”

Paige braced the cords in her muscle at Ronnie Anne’s overtly hostile remarks, holding back the urge to break her nose.

“In any case, I suppose you have that limp-legged rabbit of a knight around here? When I heard of his exploits I had a good larf of the news until I learned they were true, I could scarcely fathom such news. When I’m done here, it’ll be a pleasure to turn you both in and behead you myself.”

Paige had initially suspected that Lincoln’s tales of Ronnie Anne’s abrasive nature were exaggerations, but after hearing all that’s come from Ronnie Anne’s mouth so far, she finally realized just the kind of toxic, condescending she-devil she really was.

Master Lincoln’s plans for her later on would make tolerating her holier-than-thou nonsense all the more deliciously cathartic…

“In any case, Lady Ronalda, if you are in need of lodgings, we would be more than happy to accommodate you here in my residence.”

Ronnie Anne walked around, appraising the looks of the towerhouse, “This place is so rural and subpar, and yet I suppose it will do. I’ll take your biggest room.”

Paige nodded, “That would be mine, but if the Lady permits, I have a wonderful guest room-”

“Did I stutter?” Ronnie Anne interrupted, before walking up to Paige and snapping her fingers in her face, “I said, ‘I will take your biggest room’ and just because you’ve offended me with that presumptuous insolence, I’ll have your maid do my laundry and your cook prepare my meals,” she gestured to her accompanying knights, “I’ll have my retinue take you down to one of the stables, you’ll be spending the night with the horses, hope you don’t mind horse dung smell.”

Paige said nothing to that, but she did have another question, “And what will become of Sir Lincoln?”

“That is my concern for now, but all you need to know is that your conviction or acquittal will hinge upon his. I’d pray for mercy to the gods, ‘cause you’ll need a miracle of mercy if either of you expect any from me.”

Paige walked away without complaint, though she muttered under her breath, “The only one in need of a miracle will be you, Ronalda.”

…

“Again…?” asked a young female, remorsefully.

Another, more sinister voice responded, “You know the consequences of what would happen to your master if you don’t do this for us, correct?”

Her voice cracked, “I’ve already done as you’ve asked… please, I don’t want to do this.”

The other man slammed a sharp dagger onto the table, a dagger which the female recognized, “I’m afraid that you are in no position to demand, my dear. You will kill the Lady Knight Ronalda and you will do it quickly, while suspicion is still on that Lincoln Loud fellow; is that understood?”

She nodded, and quietly slinked away into the shadows to perform her dark deed.

…

Later that night, Ronalda sat comfortably on a chair in Paige’s room with her captive, Lincoln Loud, slouching against the backrest while her head was leaning to the side, eyeing the man before her with a smug sense of entitlement.

“So, Ronnie Anne, you seem to have done pretty well for yourself since graduation.” Lincoln commented, attempting some small talk with her.

“That’s Lady First Knight Ronalda to you, lame-o. Trying to be friendly with me won’t change my mind about your conviction.”

Lincoln raised a brow, “I thought this was just an investigation, I’m not guilty yet.”

Ronnie Anne smirked, “When I’m through with you, you will beg to be guilty.”

“You know, threatening your fellow knights is a very ignoble thing to do.”

“And pointing out your superiors’ flaws is insubordination, so you can consider that a demerit for when it’s taken to the courts.”

“Good to see that being a senior knight hasn’t dulled your sharp tongue in the slightest.”

“Nor has my talents with a sword. I don’t know what you’ve been up to, lame-o, but whatever you think you can do to me, I can do so much worse…”

Lincoln simply smiled, unfazed by her implicit threat, “Of course, Lady First Knight.”

After dealing with Ronnie Anne, Lincoln was confined to a guest room, where another one of Ronnie Anne’s entourage stood guard in front of the door. Lincoln sat on the bed, staring out the window with a long drop to find down below.

Carol manifested into view, “Oooh! That Ronnie Anne just makes my skin boil!”

Lincoln leaned his head on her bosom, sighing happily as he felt her soft demon flesh on his face, “There, there, my dear, in a few moments we will put that wretched bitch in her place. How is Paige?”

“She’s all right, just a bit discomfited by having to stay with the horses in the barn, and with a pair of knights as security detail.”

“I see, then I suppose we can put our plan into action then…” Lincoln drew out the words of the last half of his sentence.

“What’s wrong, master?” Carol asked whimsically.

“It’s just that… well, you know…” his voice was tinged with regret.

“You mean, the plan? Oh master…” Carol giggled, “Have you forgotten already? I am yours always, no matter what.”

“Very well… there really is nothing else to it but all the same, get back to me as soon as you’re able to, and not a minute later, got it?” he asked sternly.

Carol attempted a salute, “Yes sir, Master Lincoln!” and she approached the door, invisible and intangible, and whispered a hushed temptation to the guard.

He slowly followed the Succubus’ words through the air while Lincoln snuck out from his confinement. It was a good thing that Ronnie Anne would continue to underestimate just how competent Lincoln really was, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to do this sooner.

…

Paige busied herself while waiting in the stable, tending to her personal horse.

“Yoohoo?” came the sing-song voice of Paige’s compatriot, Carol.

“Carol?” Paige walked towards the entrance to see Carol hovering towards her, “You’re here, I take it that the plan’s been put in motion?”

“Indeed, and I’ll see to my end of it with the rest of Ronnie Anne’s men, you go and assist the Master.”

Paige went on her way back to the towerhouse, hopefully she wasn’t too late and wouldn’t be spotted either.

...

In the master bedroom, where Ronnie Anne was making residence, she was gorging herself on a chunk of roast mutton, “For a filthy, rural backwater, this place sure raises some good mutton sheep.”

“Will there be anything else you wish, Milady Ronalda?” asked the maid.

“Just if my bath has been drawn and prepared as I asked for, exactly.”

“Yes, Milady, exactly as you wished.” The maid responded.

“Very good, now, please leave, I can go and bathe myself, if I need anything more I will send for you, understood?”

“Yes, Milady.”

After the maid departed, Ronnie Anne undid her knight’s armor, letting them drop down to the floor with a loud clang, and soon she was as naked as a swaddling newborn. She entered the bathroom and found the brass tub prepared with warm water and soapy bubbles. Slowly she dipped her feet into the foamy water, and reclined into the tub, heaving a deep sigh as she allowed herself to rest after a long day of ordering people around.

“Can’t believe that lame-o’s actually managed to make a bit of a name for himself,” she rubbed some tallow soap on her arm, “still, once I’m done getting rid of him, I won’t have to put up with any other nonsense he might cook up.”

Ronnie Anne dunked her head into the water for a good few seconds, keeping her eyes shut to make sure none of the moisture got into her eyes.

Then with an unexpected jolt, an unknown hand yanked her out of the water. With a loud gasp she exhaled and spat some of the water out.

“Hello, Ronnie Anne…” It was Lincoln Loud, looking upon her from the side with a fiendish grin.

“What the-?” Ronnie Anne had no time to respond as Lincoln grabbed her arm as well and threw her out of the tub.

She scrambled onto her four limbs, “What do you think you’re doing, Loud!?”

“Something that I should have done a long time ago!” Lincoln closed the distance between them and kicked Ronnie Anne in the sides, drawing a sharp cry of pain from her.

“Gah! Dammit, stop that at once!” Ronnie Anne demanded.

“Fuck you, perra!” Lincoln shouted out harshly, “I’ve been waiting to get to do this for ages!” He pinned her on the ground, using his pelvis to weigh her onto the floor, sitting just below her ribcage, and started pummeling her face. The sound of her shrieks and cries was like music to his ears.

…

Outside of the palisade, the miserable lot of knights who accompanied Lady Ronalda sulked about their campsite, trying to get comfortable.

Carol hovered around nearby, feeling goosebumps being within such close proximity of unprecedented levels of frustration, “Skorth! It’s a veritable smorgasbord of lust!”

The knights who followed after Carol’s voice scurried into the camp, all of them looking dazed. Their vacant gazes drew the attention of the other men in the camp.

“What are you guys doing here?” asked the camp leader, “Shouldn’t you be in the village with Lady Ronalda?”

“Hello, boys…”

A sweet, siren-like voice echoed in the open air, something that shouldn’t be possible, not to mention it was equal parts unsettling and enticing. All the men present turned in the direction and saw an unearthly beautiful blonde-haired maiden strut towards them, her golden hair seemingly hovering over the parts of her body that needed to stay hidden until the proper moment.

“I can feel you boys want to have some fun. If you all agree to serve my master Lincoln, I’ll fulfill all of your deepest and darkest fantasies,” she announced in a deliciously seductive tone.

The pensive mood of the men assembled seemed to dissipate, no words needed to be said for what they, as a collective, agreed upon.

Carol smiled, “Let’s get this party started!”

…

Ronnie Anne managed to push Lincoln away after getting her nose bloodied, and the two of them scrambled up to their feet, Ronnie covering her boobs and closing her legs.

“All right, that does it, you bastard! I am going to kill you!” Ronnie Anne bellowed.

Lincoln merely laughed, “You don’t have the guts, Ronnie Anne, much less the clothing for it!”

Ronnie Anne turned a bright red, “Just shut up Lincoln! I can still wring your filthy neck!” She had no opportunity to do so as Paige snuck up behind Ronnie Anne and gripped her in a cobra hold.

“What in the-? Paige! How did you get past my guards!?”

“I don’t answer to you, wench!” Paige retorted and held her tightly.

“Good work, Paige!” Lincoln moved in closer to the two, wasting no time. Once he was near Ronnie Anne, he struck a blow to her belly, “I hate you, Ronnie Anne! You’ve done nothing but put me down and spit on me when I was down; how about you have a taste of your own medicine!?” Lincoln smiled with an almost psychotic glee as he raged upon Ronnie Anne, using her abdomen as a punching bag.

“Gah! Stop it, ugh…! Damn you!” Ronnie Anne continued to struggle against Paige’s grip.

He proceeded to strike at her head, bruising and gashing her skin and giving her a black eye. Ronnie Anne could feel her strength being sapped from her as Lincoln seemed absorbed in his fury. But with an effort of will, she managed to kick Lincoln in the nuts, the latter falling back to massage his pain.

“Master Lincoln!” Paige loosened her grip on Ronnie Anne, giving her the opportunity to bite into Paige’s arm and shake her loose. Ronnie Anne followed with an elbow to the face and shoved her into the wall, tearing a piece of fabric from a tapestry on the stonework to drape over herself.

Thinking quickly, she rushed down the stairs, “I’m going to get my men, and when I get back I’m going to pull your head off and shit down your neck, pendejo!”

…

Ronnie Anne finally managed to reach her men’s camp, seeing them laying about, unusually content.

“Hey! Hey! Over here!” The knights turned, surprised, to see their disheveled and desperate commander run up to them, half-naked at that. “Everyone, take up your weapons! That fool Lincoln tried to have his way with me, now let’s go run that bastard’s guts in!”

They all just stared at her, looking with a vacant emptiness in their eyes.

“What are you idiots waiting for? Come on!” Ronnie Anne shouted again.

One of the knights walked up to her, looking a bit dizzy as he loped forward to her, “Oh, uh… hello, Milady. You look like crap.”

Ronnie Anne fumed at that statement, “What do you think, you moron! Now get your weapons, now!”

“Yeah um… no.”

“WHAT!?” Ronnie Anne marched up to him and pulled him by the collar, “Why NOT!?”

“Because they serve me now, bitch,” Ronnie Anne turned to see Lincoln and Paige, both looking not particularly worse for wear.

Ronnie Anne had no time to react when the knight she accosted kicked her in the side. He then gripped both of her arms and held them behind her, before throwing her towards Lincoln.

“You lose, Ronalda,” Lincoln motioned for Paige to hold Ronnie Anne’s arms down, while Lincoln knelt down in front of Ronnie Anne’s legs, tearing the fabric concealing her body, revealing her womanly snatch.

“I always wondered what a perra’s snatch would taste like.”

“No, don’t you dare!” Ronnie Anne shouted angrily. Lincoln reached down and began licking her labia, and goosebumps ran down his spine. “Hmm… never thought the taste of dog would be sooo good.”

“Stop it! Stop at once! Help!” Ronnie Anne screamed, trying to kick Lincoln off of her lower torso.

“We don’t work for you anymore, Man-Eater! We serve Lincoln the Lewd now!” his men shouted.

Lincoln looked up to face Ronnie Anne, “Hear that, Ronalda? Your own men have decided you’re just a no-good perra, I call the shots now, and don’t you forget it!” He continued to eat at her lower hole, nibbling upon the outer layer of her labia.

“Stop it! Lincoln, please!” she continued her feeble protest.

“Oooh, the magic word? That’s the first time I’ve heard you use common courtesy, Ronnie Anne!” Lincoln said mockingly.

“Ah! Aah!” Ronnie Anne could feel herself grow more aroused by Lincoln’s foreplay. She squirmed as her thighs tightened around Lincoln’s head.

“Oh no you don’t!” Lincoln exclaimed, and he poked two of his fingers up Ronnie Anne’s anus.

“Yaah!” Ronnie Anne yelped with surprise upon feeling her tight second hole getting raided.

“Paige, please shut her up, her screams are killing the mood.” Lincoln ordered.

“With pleasure,” Paige pulled her panties out from her, balling it up, and ramming it into Ronnie Anne’s mouth, “I hope this will suffice, Master.”

“Excellent,” Lincoln whispered, before he took his fingers and opened up Ronnie Anne’s sex lips, and he proceeded to taste her interior flesh. Ronnie Anne groaned as she, futilely, attempted to liberate herself from her oppressor, who continued to press his way into her, intent on defiling her.

“Ooh, Paige, I’ve found her lady cherry” Lincoln managed to get Ronnie Anne’s clitoris to emerge from its socket, and though Ronnie Anne’s mouth cried protests, her clit demanded otherwise. Lincoln reached forward and began licking it playfully, and Ronnie Anne’s vulgar noises grew louder in volume, titillated by Lincoln’s ravishing.

Paige continued to hold her down, but she was starting to feel aroused as well, and she was eager to engage in the debauchery with her lover. Lincoln continued his play on Ronnie Anne until, with increasingly intense quivering, Ronnie Anne released her womanly fluids into Lincoln’s face.

“Ugh, what a mess, Ronnie Anne,” Lincoln commented, “Still, now that you’re thoroughly moistened, it’s time for the main event.”

Paige could wait no longer, “Ooh, Master Lincoln, I feel a bit of longing swell in my heart, may I participate in thy pleasure?”

“But of course, Paige, the more the merrier,” the knights in the background cheered happily at them making pleasure over the reviled Ronnie Anne.

“Now, Paige, please, set yourself so that Ronnie Anne gets a taste of you.” Paige did as told and pressed her pelvis on top of Ronnie Anne, leaving just her nostrils barely exposed for her to breathe.

Lincoln sat up, pushed Ronnie Anne’s legs and he plunged deep with his knightly lance into her gash. Ronnie Anne released a muffled scream as Lincoln went to work on her. At the same time, He proceeded to dig into Ronnie Anne, lewd squelching noises echoing from the joining of their erotic flesh, and making sweet love with his tongue and Paige’s, holding hands and tenderly enjoying his engagement with the two ladies.

Lincoln grabbed a hold of Paige’s hair as he pushed his length in and out of Ronnie Anne, all while Paige was bouncing up and down on Ronnie Anne’s face, whose head was forcibly struck against the ground with every time that Paige descended upon her.

Lincoln could feel himself about to release, and he gripped onto Paige’s breast tightly to signal that he was ready to climax. Paige wrapped her arms tightly around Lincoln, gripping him tightly. Lincoln slowed his pace, his thrusts more powerful. After a couple more, Lincoln pressed in and unloaded himself into Ronnie Anne, who muttered a scream, of delight or shame is uncertain, muffled by Paige’s panties, while Paige released her liquids from out of herself and smearing Ronnie Anne’s face.

“Lincoln the Lewd! Lincoln the Lewd! Lincoln the Lewd!” chanted the Knights in the back, thoroughly enjoying the show.

…

Carol, who’s belly had bloated with the sheer amount of lust that she had consumed, wandered aimlessly back into the kitchen of the towerhouse.

“Mamma mia! A monster!” shouted the fat chef, looking horrified to see the Succubus come in, and fled for his life. Carol could do nothing but look, dumbfounded, at the receding form of the chef, before she realized that she had forgotten to cloak herself from his sight.

“Oops…” Carol laughed to herself half-heartedly as she brushed off her oversight, “I’m going to have to do something…” she hiccupped, “…about that, but maybe tomorrow.”

She was dawdling further towards the exit when she noticed a sound, “Hmm?”

She quickly managed to pull her cloaking enchantment upon herself before the person on the other end of the door entered. In came a cloaked figure, a female upon closer inspection. She pulled a ring with various tools lined along them and opened up a cupboard that was locked, unlike any of the others; she deftly picked the mechanism holding her away from the contents, and opened a private collection of rare spices and ingredients, presumably for Lady Paige’s personal consumption.

Carol hovered closer, being more mindful of what was occurring. She watched as the thief carefully placed a pouch inside, removing and replacing it for one containing some cane sugar. She then closed the sealed cupboard, making sure to lock it, and prepared to depart.

She briefly paused as she looked upon the deadly trap she had placed, “May the Gods forgive me for that which I’ve done and will do.”

Carol watched her exit and go out of the door, though she did not follow, “Hmm… interesting.”

…

The following morning, Lincoln awoke in his and Paige’s bedchambers, stretching his tired limbs as he smacked his lips, and he glanced sideways to see his red-headed maiden by his side.

He scuffled out of bed and entered the adjacent bathroom, where Ronnie Anne was forcibly strapped to a wooden frame of some sort, crouching on the floor while her arms were tightly fastened to the wood. Her head was similarly held in place by various, painful-looking straps, and blunt hooks kept her mouth open.

Lincoln walked in, dropped his underwear, and prepared to relieve his liquids.

Ronnie Anne attempted to break from her restraints, attempting to plead with Lincoln.

“Pleath! Hinkoln, weleath me!” she exclaimed.

Lincoln ignored her, instead letting her have her first golden shower of her new life as Lincoln’s bitch.

“Aah!” Ronnie Anne continued to squirm futilely as Lincoln’s urine splashed her face and filled her mouth. When he was down, Lincoln looked down to see the pitiful state she was in, and he cracked a gleeful smile.

“That’s a good look for you, Ronalda…”
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The Ballad of Lincoln the Lewd