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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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Cold iron bars and dusty bricks was all that Ronnie Anne could see as she was left naked in the cell of the Turner Domain, having once again been bested by Lincoln and one of the few allies she had left having cast her lot with him.

She was naked, cold and alone, Paige refusing to even dignify her presence in her home with even the most basic of creature comforts; “it was what she deserved” Paige said hours earlier, and aside from that, the feeling of total defeat finally overcame her, her hubris and willful nature broken and leaving her a quivering, vulnerable mess.

The sound of footsteps stirred the female prisoner shivering in the fetal position, shuffling back to the corner as she anticipated the worst. Her terror abated slightly upon seeing that it was Lincoln, holding a tray with two loaves of bread, a grilled fish and a cup of water.

“Hey Ronnie Anne,” he unlocked the cell and entered, “I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable last night, and I got you some breakfast.”

She didn’t move from her spot, she just continued staring at him with cautious dread, which forced Lincoln to move closer towards her. He knelt in front of her and placed the tray on the floor.

“It’s all right Ronnie Anne, none of the other girls are here, I just came over to check up on you.”

Her tensed figure calmed and Ronnie Anne pensively approached the tray, snatching one of the loaves and the fish. She ate rather vigorously, having not had any real food in quite a while, so her focus turned away from Lincoln, not seeing him shift positions to her side.

“I’m sorry about the harsh measures I’ve taken with you Ronnie Anne. It felt nice, almost fun actually, to be able to put you in your place like that for a while; but then, seeing you beg like that, well, I couldn’t help but feel like cutting you a little bit of slack. I mean, it could've been worse, a lot of your men wanted to... well do to you what I did, and I really didn't want them to.”

"...I noticed,” she interrupted, before biting into the grilled fish, “one of them even whipped his out and jerked off on me before...well...using the latrine."

At that, a spark of anger seemed to flare up in Lincoln, "What? What was his name? I'll cut his-"

"That doesn't matter anymore, Lincoln; what’s done is done."

A moment of awkward silence hung over the two, the only noise being the sound of Ronnie Anne eagerly consuming her meal. She took a moment’s pause to turn back to Lincoln with a question tugging on her mind, "...why did you stop them?"

"What?" Lincoln replied.

Ronnie Anne elaborated upon her query, "...you could've let them do whatever they wanted with me, but you stopped them. Why? What's your angle?"

Lincoln shrugged, "I’m not sure myself, Ronnie Anne. Maybe I felt that would've been too much; maybe I just wanted that honor to myself; maybe I didn't want to defile your body any more than, well... than it already had been."

Ronnie Anne looked away, towards nowhere in particular, "...Well...this will sound stupid, but I was saving myself for the man who'd best me. Nikki teased me earlier, saying that I was saving myself for you..."

"I did best you though." Lincoln replied snarkily.

She continued, "...You got the jump on me when I underestimated you, you even managed to get all my men on your side with the help of a magical slut, you had the Turner fiefdom as your ally, and you even captured the heart of my thrall – all this from the knighthood washout...I just couldn't accept it." She took a deep breath, and turned back to Lincoln with determination about her face, "Lincoln Loud, could you... take me as your own?"

Lincoln was apprehensive, such was his instinct when dealing with Ronalda, "You're not trying to pull another fast one on me, are you?"

Ronnie scoots back and spreads her legs, her hands on her coochie, "Just shut up and fuck me, Lame-O. Make me another of your whores."

Lincoln glared at her, "Don't call my lovers that."

Ronnie Anne sighed, "Fine...make me another one of your lovers."

He crawled towards her gates with a sigh, "You really ought to get to know your new friends better..."

Ronnie pouted, "I would if Paige showed me a little more kindness."

He raised an eyebrow, "Like the kindness you showed her?"

She blushed, Lincoln struck a chord there, "...Please stop being right."

He just smirked, "Why? It's too much fun. Besides, if you’re going to be one of my lovers, you better get used to me being right."

He reached down and licked Ronnie Anne’s outer folds, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her. Her nipples turned hard as Lincoln raised her knees above his body, giving him more room to explore and indulge on her light brown flesh.

Ronnie Anne whimpered at the feeling of his soft mouthpart touching her down there, licking her smooth skin like some childish treat. After some seconds, a trickle of Ronnie Anne’s wetness burst forth and slid upon Lincoln’s tongue, the white-haired knight shivering with goosebumps of delight at the taste.

“Seems like your salty attitude’s affected the taste of your fluids, Ronalda,” Lincoln teased.

“S-stop that, you weirdo…” she responded sheepishly.

“I do what I please, puta,” he replied harshly, while opening her entrance a bit wider, as he was now about to push his taster a bit deeper into her tasty nethers. He shivered with giddy delight as more of her meat tingled his taste buds.

“Are you… mm, just going to eat me out all day?” Ronnie asked, gasping with pleasure.

“If I could…” he slurped up a small chunk of her woman flesh, and then continued, “I’d eat you out for a whole week, but even I like a little variety for my feasts.”

He lifted himself up on one knee and grabbed ahold under Ronnie’s knee, lifting her up and grasping her hair tightly with his free hand.

“Ouch, dammit, you’re a rough son-of-a-bitch, you know that?” Ronnie remarked.

He laughed heartily as he licked her face, “Get used to it, Ronalda, ‘cause my girls love ‘em rough and raunchy.”

He reached in with his mouth and thrust his tongue into her mouth, exploring and sampling Ronnie Anne’s oral orifice. His mighty man-spear thrust out from the fabric of his trousers and seemed to peck upon Ronnie Anne’s lower orifice.

Lincoln pulled away, both him and Ronnie Anne were gasping for breath, and in Ronnie’s case, she had some blood rush to the cheeks of her face.

“You look primed and ready, let’s go till your garden shall we?” Lincoln did not wait for a reply as he started poking into her opening. She gasped at his boldness, smiling a warm smile at Lincoln’s confidence, something she failed to notice, or refused to notice long before.

“From now on this will be your life, Ronnie Anne,” he said smugly, “If you want this good life,” he inserted his tip into her now, drawing a sharp gasp from Ronnie Anne’s lips, “You’re going to do what I say, no matter what I ask; refuse and I’ll cut off your tongue and leave you in some bathroom in the ass-end of nowhere and leave you to get pissed and shat on, am I clear?”

Ronnie Anne nodded her head vigorously in response, enjoying Lincoln’s invasive procedure into her. He plunged back into her oral breach and began dancing about with her tongue yet again as he conducted a secondary thrust into her babe hole.

Lincoln pressed into her, driving the back of her head into the wall, vigorously tickling her senses of pleasure as he knew them to be. Now he took his other hand under the back of her other knee and lifted her off of the floor, keeping her suspended using the wall behind her. He now drilled in deep, and the sound like raw meat getting tendered and slapped together could be heard, their juices seeping and amalgamating like warm broth.

Even though Lincoln had his way with her a while back, for Ronnie Anne she felt like this was the first time she was truly making love to Lincoln. All the terrible things she had done unto him, all the abuse, the verbal hazing and so much more, felt so much now like old regrets she would probably never live down regardless of her genuine desire to overcome the woman who she once was and, presently, wished she had never been.

Lincoln moved down now from her face to her chest, suckling upon her chocolate brown teat. Ronnie Anne bit her lower lip as drool slowly upon her chin, her mouth sounding releasing lewd moaning noises as Lincoln planted himself in her garden. He continued to poke through her virgin plot while she embraced her newfound source of joy, her arms wrapping tightly around Lincoln’s neck. Lincoln’s pestle continued to mush its way inside of her mortar with intensity and ferocious speed, but around half a minute of their love-making session, he slowed down once again, plumbing into Ronnie Anne till his balls kissed her vulva.

Ronnie Anne dug her fingers into Lincoln, whining loudly as she felt herself wrap and tighten on his meat, whimpering as she could feel the climax of their intimacy draw closer and closer.

“I’m gonna... I’m going to cum! Ronnie Anne!” Lincoln muttered as hot, lewd breath escaped his lips and warmed Ronnie’s breasts.

She groaned louder now, before managing to say, amidst the sounds of her bliss, “Dammit! Dammit, Lincoln, just jizz in me already you… you greenhorned rabbit!”

Lincoln screamed angrily, as he popped himself into her, “Don’t call me a greenhorn, puta!”

He ejaculated into her, and Ronnie Anne released a low shriek that echoed softly across the walls of the cell that they found themselves in, her eyes rolled up her top eyelids as she felt every sticky drop find their way up her hole. Lincoln pulled out, breathing heavily, while Ronnie leaned against the wall, breathing even more than he did, feeling satisfied as though she had partaken of a grand feast, albeit one where her lower mouth did the feeding.

Lincoln cuddled behind her, his lance pressed against her skin. He kissed her cheek as her breathing normalized.

“This is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship between us, puta.” He said with a smug grin.

Ronnie could not reply but laugh nervously and smile back.

…

Lincoln gathered his harem together inside the meeting room, though all but Nikki were present.

“It’s good to be able to breathe easy now that we don’t have the knighthood on our tail, but that still doesn’t solve the riddle of who killed the Viceroy, and more importantly, why?”

“It’s a mystery for the ages, my Lord,” Carol mused to herself, lying down upon the air above everyone’s heads.

Paige looked aside, annoyed by Ronnie Anne’s presence, “I still do not understand why she deserves to be here, let alone be privy to what our plans are.”

Ronnie Anne attempted to apologize, “Lady Turner, I…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Paige snapped back, “You may have earned Lincoln’s forgiveness, but you have yet to gain mine!”

The room briefly entered a state of silence after Paige’s outburst, with Ronnie Anne feeling unnerved and Paige’s veins still seething with outrage. A minute later, Lincoln broke the proverbial ice, “All right, if that’s all there was left to be done, let’s proceed to new business. I’ve had Nikki go and examine the properties of the poison left for us by some erstwhile assassin; with any luck, she can shed some light on us about who tried to off us in a manner so underhanded.”

“Meow!” Nikki responded as she skipped into the room, “Hey everybody!” she proceeded towards Lincoln and seated herself on his lap, nuzzling his face lovingly as she did so.

“Nikki, don’t you have something to tell us?” Lincoln gestured to the others, looking a little annoyed that Nikki could think of hanky panky so soon, except for Carol, who knows what it’s like to be a magical female with needs.

“Fine, but you owe me a few hours of your time later, if you know what I mean?” she said with a naughty wink.

Lincoln sighed exasperatedly, before responding, “Yes, yes, now please, enlighten us with your findings?”

Nikki set the vial of the poison down on the table and explained what she found, “So, without a doubt, it’s definitely a lethal poison meant for killing people painfully but silently.”

“Well, that helps us identify what they used, but does it tell us anything about who it came from?” asked Lincoln.

“Had you asked any old apothecary, they couldn’t tell you even if you paid them a boatload of silver; but I’m not just any old potion-brewer, and this stuff isn’t your common, run-of-the-mill poison. This is the poison of the Onivas Thieves’ Guild.”

Paige looked confused, “What is this Guild? I have never heard tell of this organization.”

“Very few do,” Nikki responded, continuing, “Those who’ve never seen ‘em except in small glances think of them as little more than some kind of bogeyman skulking in the night. Those in the know are aware that they are the Kingdom’s most clandestine organization that perform a ruthless, yet necessary, function for the crown.”

“I know who they are,” came the response of Ronnie Anne, surprising those in attendance, except for Nikki, who was likewise privy to that knowledge. “Let’s just say that I know of them from… an acquaintance in the know.”

“Interesting,” Paige cocked an eyebrow, “care to share with us what you know about them, Lady Ronalda?” she asked, sarcasm laced in her tone.

Ronnie Anne paid it no mind, understanding that right now, she was not in any position to negotiate, “Despite their name, the Thieves’ Guild is not just a gaggle of cutpurses and muggers; it’s better to describe them as being the Royal Family’s spy network, keeping tabs on the unknown elements both within and without. In exchange, the Crown is willing to look the other way regarding their more shady practices; within reason, or so I’ve been told.”

Lincoln rubbed his chin thoughtfully, processing this new information, “Well, that helps explain who is trying to off me; the question now is, why?”

“No offense, Lame-O” Ronnie Anne started, before Paige shot her a dagger glare, “But I hardly think your success in Elem would warrant the Royal Family to consider you a threat, though I fail to see how they would think that unless they were extremely paranoid.”

“Oooh… I smell foul play afoot, Master,” Carol hovered near Lincoln, gently rubbing his shoulders, “Corruption and conspiracy! The real-life makings of a theater play if I’ve ever seen one, and the city of Midden the stage.”

After Carol’s rather colorful commentary, Lincoln proceeded into deep thought, “Now we know who is after me, but now we’ll need a plan to find out more information.”

“Well, if they’ve found out that you’re not dead yet, I doubt this will be their last attempt on your life.” Ronnie added.

“Perhaps we can use this as an opportunity to lay a trap on them?” Paige suggested.

Lincoln nodded, “That would be ideal, but something tells me they won’t try to sneak back in here, if I’m alive they may think that I know of the attempt, and they won’t try to strike me in the same place twice. I suppose the only way to get them into a position where we are advantageous will involve treading very close to their own turf.”

“Hey, no risk, no reward, right master?” Carol winked as she joined Nikki in nuzzling him.

…

Midden in the dead of night, and like all large cities, it is a dangerous place to be once the goodly folk have locked their doors and windows and put themselves to bed. Wetworks and wicked business most foul are allowed to be made in the evening gloom, and the rats in the gutter seem ready to feast on the scraps of the aftermath.

Tonight, however, a different sort of predator slinked across the rooftops, and if one were to listen carefully, one might have heard them pass through the irregular breeze in the winds, or the faint bending of wood on their ceilings.

Carol and Nikki deftly soared and leapt across the rooftops of Midden, searching for the mystery person that attempted to have their lord and lover put into the grave.

“Say, Carol?”

Carol turned to her Maenad comrade, “Yes, Nikki?”

“You’ve noticed it on Lincoln, haven’t you?”

Carol briefly considered what she meant, but didn’t need to think hard on it when she realized what she, another magical creature, was inquiring about, “Oh yes, I’ve seen it.”

“I thought it was only a legend…” Nikki leapt another wide gap between roofs, almost losing her footing on the other, were Carol not there to assist, “…Thanks, oh, and I didn’t think he would appear in my lifetime.”

Carol nodded, “My thoughts exactly, though perhaps Fate is drawing much closer than any of us had ever realized.”

“Should we tell them, Carol?”

“No, I think it’d be fun to see how this plays out, maybe something exciting will happen later on.”

The two magical beings followed the myriad invisible scents of the mortal folk of Midden, looking for the scent that matched that of their little assassin. Soon enough, their attention was drawn to a small, tight-knit cluster of buildings, assembled in such a way as to make it difficult for natural light to shine over it. The scent of elusive and secretive folk could be perceived all around them.

Nikki took a whiff of the air, “This place definitely smells like a den of thieves and murderers.”

Carol nodded, “You’re not wrong, but there’s a bit more in there too, a conspirator of high station; his ill-intent is strong amidst the rabble-knaves he consorts with inside.”

There were few entrances that an ordinary human could enter from, although for the two magical ladies, it was no major obstruction. Their lithe forms and highly flexible bones and joints allowed them to slither through without expending too much energy for the endeavor. Soon they arrived above the bars of a tall chamber, where a dim candle illuminated a young, brunette lady and a middle-aged and stout fellow.

“What in the bloody hells happened, Renee!?” shouted the man, “I ordered you to have him incriminated for Ronalda’s death, and recently I find that not only does Ronalda live, but that now she is his prisoner! Do you think this is a joke, you worthless strumpet?”

The female, Renee, attempted to hold firm, but if you paid close enough attention, you can see every inch of her body quiver in fear and just a hint of outrage, “I… I don’t understand, it should have all gone according to plan…”

The stout slammed his palm on the table between them, “Well, there’s always going to be fucking surprises that just throw your fucking plans down the gutter, aren’t there?”

“P-please, I can try again, just give me some time…” she was unable to complete that statement when her visitor angrily raised his voice again.

“Enough! This is your last chance, or else you’ll see Spade again chopped up in pieces in the fucking sewers!”

By the way her face scrunched, she put even more effort to keep herself from doing anything she’ll regret, “I’ll… I’ll be sure to do better. In fact, I will personally go and kill him myself, and I’ll bring back his head as proof.”

That seemed to assuage the cautious man, who left with only a stern warning as the last words for his visit with the assassin.

Once he was away, she turned to the corner, and covered her face with her hands, attempting to stifle the sound of sobbing from no one in particular.

Nikki frowned, her emotions leading her thoughts even if she didn’t know enough to render proper judgment, “Poor girl, I don’t know what is going on, but it’s a grim affair she’s gotten herself tangled in, eh?”

Carol nodded, “Oh indeed, and her talents are wasted on that uncouth swine. I think I know another man who is far more worthy of the services of someone like her.”

The two giggled as they left to inform Lincoln of this new information. Plans of action were formulating in his head and soon they had a way to turn the tables on the shadow players hounding at them from the hidden shadows…

…

Renee’s spirits had felt a small touch of hope swell within her, the first time in a long while, upon receiving some potentially fortuitous news.

Lady Knight Ronalda announced that Sir Lincoln was acquitted of charges and wishes to bring him back to Midden to formally complete a report to deliver to the their superiors. This was as good a time as any to prepare for putting Lincoln down and saving Spade.

Nevertheless, she needed to be careful, Lincoln and Ronalda may have figured out someone was after them, otherwise they probably would have told someone and have the city watch purge the Thieves’ Guild’s hideout. The fact that they haven’t told anyone obviously meant there was a strong chance that they knew, and were planning to capture her unawares; but it would take more than a pair of careful, or possibly lucky, knights to catch a member of the Thieves’ Guild.

Hiding amongst the crowds of the Midden market street, she walked purposefully towards her most reliable, if unwitting, ally: The street doctor, with his familiar bird’s beak mask and long, deathly black garment to protect him from the potential miasma wafting through the throngs of masses that are also his patients who, if misfortune so chooses, would need to avail of his remedies.

On his cart of various medicines and balms, she looked to a few small ampoules of green, oily fluid, marked with the fatal mark of skull and crossbones. She approached the doctor, who greeted her kindly.

“Hello, Miss, back for another dose of vermin poison, are you?”

She responded with a casual, disarming voice, “Yes, well, you know how fast these damn rats breed: almost as bad as rabbits.”

“No truer statement than that,” he plucked a bottle of the poison from his cart, and the two exchanged the bottle and a rattling bag of silver between each other, “You be careful with that thing, Miss.”

Renee nodded, “Don’t worry, it’s in good hands.”

Sunset, the hour of her plan was drawing closer, so she scouted around to make sure that any potential issues that might cause unwarranted hiccups to her plan would be far away when she gets to the matter. Skulking about the area of the city barracks, she could see Ronnie Anne and Paige instructing the garrison on drill, just as her employer had requested of them for the remainder of the day; that should mean Lincoln will be alone at his current place of stay.

She began examining one of the least-treaded parts of the city, and approached the door of a nearby tenement. The wood was rotten and pockmarked with the feeding marks of termites, the outer wall’s layer of plaster had faded and chipped in several areas, and the windows were mostly shattered and cracked. Opening the door as it let out a creak, several mice scurried away from the noise and the light as the swing of the door disturbed the blanket of dust upon the floor, and upon seeing that there was no soul making residence here, she smiled a hopeful, if somewhat grim, smile.

“Perfect.”

She rounded the corner of the tenement and found a cart loaded with some tinder. She pushed it a ways until it abutted against the crumbling wall of the building, then after a short breather, she plucked a pair of flints from a pouch on her belt and lit a spark on the dry hay; with a few gentle blowing from her lips, Renee initiated the beginnings of a conflagration, and departed to settle things once and for all.

…

A modestly-sized crowd had entered the causeways to see the bright orange corona of one of their old buildings set ablaze, all wondering what had happened. In the meantime, Renee quickly made her way to Lincoln’s staying place.

She prepared her weapon – a thin stiletto coated in the poison that she had acquired earlier that day. She had a small opening to finish this before anyone realizes what happened. Silently she slipped into the inn and made her way upstairs, and as soon as she found his room, she unlocked his door. In the far corner of the room was a bed with Lincoln’s sleeping form and white hair peeking out from over the blankets; the moment was upon her, it was do or die!

She strode quietly over the floor and held her weapon over her head, and plunged it into the prone form upon the bed.

She muttered an apology, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… but it’s the only way I could save Spade.”

“Spade, eh?” A voice suddenly appeared to her from behind, “Even if it’s a good reason, that’s still not very nice.”

Shock and surprise forced her to turn her head and widen her eyes, to see Lincoln sitting upon the window sill, smiling casually at her apparent failure. She pulled her stiletto off the blanket, taking it off and revealing a few thick pillows and a small tuft of sheep wool.

She attempted to stab Lincoln, but was quickly accosted at the wrists by Ronnie Anne and Paige, who seemed to be waiting in ambush.

“What the-? How? You were supposed to be at the Barracks!” Paige twisted the wrist of her hand where the stiletto was and it dropped onto the ground.

Outside the city barracks, the other Ronnie Anne and Paige quietly retreated into a nearby alley. Ronnie Anne snapped her finger and immediately she morphed into the form of Carol, similarly, Paige pulled out a small black orb and threw it on the ground near her feet. Smoke engulfed her form before it was replaced by Nikki.

“Lincoln’s a clever bastard, isn’t he?” Nikki remarked with a grin.

Carol responded gleefully with her hands clasped near her cheek, “I know, isn’t Master just the best?”

Once clear, they headed back to rejoin him, in the meantime, Lincoln had some questions for his new visitor. Ronnie Anne and Paige tied her up on a chair by her wrists and ankles, after taking off any weapon or lethal accessory off of her. She looked away and to the floor, the weight of loss hitting her mentally like a weight gripping her emotions.

“All right, talk!” Ronnie Anne approached her and swiped her with the back of the hand, “Who sent you! Why are you trying to kill Lincoln? Why were you trying to kill me!?”

Lincoln pulled Paige aside, “Paige, could you pull Ronnie Anne aside and calm her down? I need to speak with her alone right now.”

She smiled deviously, “Of course,” Paige walked up behind Ronnie Anne and pinched her ear, “Come on, puta, Master says he’d like to interrogate her alone.”

Ronnie Anne yelped in agony at Paige’s grip on her appendage, “Ow, ow! Come on!” she protested all while being led out of the room, and as far as she and Paige were concerned, they had unfinished business.

“Now that they’re gone,” Lincoln walked up towards Renee, sliding another chair in front of hair and leaning on the backrest, “We can finally get to some cordial exchanges.”

She still said nothing, what was there to say? She lost, and any hope of saving Spade only grew dimmer.

“I guess we can start with introductions, I’m Lincoln, but I’m assuming you knew that, on account of the fact you seem out to get me and Ronnie Anne. What’s your name?”

She turned to face her former target, before responding in a rather soft voice, “I’m Renee…”

“Renee… that’s a nice name,” he looked at her straight in the eye with a comforting smile, “So Renee, what’s a pretty girl like you doing trying to kill a guy like me?”

She didn’t respond right away, she didn’t feel like there was any need to say anything at this point, he should have killed her already, if Ronnie Anne had any leeway in this matter.

Lincoln repeated his question, firmly but gently, “I’ll repeat the question. Why are you trying to kill me?”

There wasn’t a trace of hostility in his voice, an odd thing as there was no real incentive for him to consider treating her so kindly, unless perhaps this was some psychological subterfuge that Lincoln was using.

“Does it even matter? I’ve already caused so much trouble for you, just behead me or what your pleasure is and be done with it.”

Lincoln looked her over for about a minute, and then he seemed to be looking into space, to nowhere in particular while he considered her fate.

“Did we miss anything?” Carol asked as she descended, floating from the window with Nikki following from below, climbing with feline grace.

“Ah, not at all, in fact, you are just in time,” he turned to Renee, who was as surprised as Lincoln imagined her upon seeing a demon and a magical being.

“Will you two keep an eye on her? And make sure not to cause her discomfort, my business with her isn’t finished.”

“You can count on us, Master,” Nikki smiled as she laid herself down on the bed, cupping her shin with her paws as she dreamily watched Lincoln leave her and Carol to keep guard, which goes to show the kind of trust he placed in those who follow him.

“I didn’t think I would ever see a demon or a Maenad in my lifetime.” Renee commented.

Carol hovered in front of Renee, faces but inches apart from one another, “Were it not for Sir Lincoln, we probably wouldn’t even be here in the same room.”

“So, what’s the deal, lady?” Nikki started with her questioning, “What do you got against Sir Lincoln? I mean, Ronnie Anne, I can kind of get; in all the time I’ve known her, she’s almost never been anything but a pain in the ass. Sir Lincoln, well, I understand it a little less so.”

“What is there to tell?” Renee began, “I was ordered to kill Ronalda, and implicate Lincoln for it, something that should have been easy to do had someone not told him of the poison, it seemed.”

“Guilty as charged!” Carol chirped cheerfully, “I was the one who actually saw you come on in when I was skulking about the halls that night. I’m sorry; well, not really; if that threw your plans into disarray.”

“It would have been so much simpler,” Renee turned away, a small tear on her face, and a sniffling from her nose.

Nikki saw it and looked at her worriedly, “Hey, what’s the matter, was it something we said?”

“Does it even matter?” She asked through a sob.

Nikki knelt up from the bed, “Hey, hey, girl… uh, Renee… Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“I’ll never see him again…” Renee ceased to speak with either of them, she lost herself to a vague or regretful longing, weeping for a monumental failure, “…and it’s all my fault.”

“There, there, little mortal,” Carol reached out for her face, and Renee instinctively recoiled from her approach, “Fear not, I have no intention of hurting you, I am simply going to… shall we say, uncover the truth you seem reluctant to share.”

Carol slowly lowered her forehead against Renee's who slowly accepted this gesture. A small glint of light emerged from the contact, and the succubus's expression went through a number of changes.

Nikki quietly groomed herself as she witnessed the succubus work her magic, she knew that this was how succubi entered the minds of their victims but she never would've believed one would use it to help someone who was clearly in a dire situation. After a few brief minutes, Carol slowly pulled away and Renee took a couple of deep breaths.

The succubus mused, “Poor little thing, caught in the webs of fat spiders,” Carol proceeded to the door, “Nikki, stay here and keep watch, I need to tell Lincoln this.” Carol floated and phased out the door, eager to share what she learned with her master.

…

An hour had passed and Lincoln returned, with Carol floating beside him and Paige and Ronnie Anne at his side. He locked eyes with Renee, a clear sense of understanding and realization as he approached her again.

“Hello, Renee,” Lincoln began, “Carol told me everything.”

“Does any of that matter to you?” she responded coldly, not really having any reason to believe he wanted to help.

“It matters a lot. Nikki, cut the rope,” Nikki obliged and with a quick flick of her cat’s claw, Renee’s bindings were undone.

Renee’s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked wistfully down at her restraints, like she was still cuffed by manacles that her eyes could not see, though everyone else in the room knew she could have gotten away right then and there.

“Why?” Renee asked, genuinely confused now.

“Because Renee, I want to help you.”

Renee’s head hung low, as if the weight of her sins piled themselves on her shoulders, “It won’t make any difference; my mentor is gone and I’m fairly sure he’s dead now. I’ve failed…” she broke down into tears again.

“What a baby…” Ronnie Anne jabbed, which earned her a hard right hook from Paige.

“I’ve got nothing to live for now…” Renee exclaimed, between her sobs.

“Stop,” Lincoln ordered, moving into her personal space, and holding a hand out, “Renee, please, take my hand.”

She turned away from him again, “Leave me be!”

“No,” He said, placing his hands on her shoulders, moving her to face him, “You're better than this, probably more than you think right now,” He took a deep breath, and asked another question, “Are you truly sorry for what you did? Are you just going to kill yourself without even trying to make up for your mistakes?”

Renee calmed down a little, but the next words out of her mouth still quavered, “I... I... I don't know...” she wiped some tears from her face, “My master always told me to never kill unless I needed to or was ordered to; I've never had innocent blood on my hands before, for what I’ve done, I deserve to die...”

Lincoln gently placed a hand on her cheek, and pulled her face to face his, “And it might never wash off; but it is far worse that the next innocent blood that is spilled – yours.”

Ronnie Anne rudely interjected again, “Uh, Lincoln, she just said she’s killed a lot of people.”

Lincoln shot her a nasty look, “Shut up, puta!” Ronnie Anne hastily complied, “Listen Renee, the fact that you feel remorse for what you done is a good indication that there's something worth saving... will you let me try to save you?”

“I... how?” she stammered her words, “I'd... would you really help me?”

“Of course I would,” he stated with a benevolent, disarming smile, “saving people is something I'm good at... especially if they're pretty girls.” He ended that last sentence with a blush.

Carol snorted, “If she were a guy, he'd totally let him die.” Paige nodded.

Lincoln turned to them “...guys, come on, I’m trying to have a moment.” He returned his attention to Renee, “Renee...I can save you. Surrender yourself to me, and I can give you a new reason to live.”

Renee turned to him inquisitively, “H-How do you mean?”

He cleared his throat, then answered, “Well, if you'll have me, I can be your master. You can take orders from me, as part of my retinue. If you refuse… well, I wouldn’t want to have to put someone like you behind bars.”

“I…” she began, her words stumbling nervously, “well, I'm afraid... but can you truly save me from everything I've done?”

“Look to my entourage,” he replied encouragingly, and he gestured towards the other women, who waved and smiled at her, all except for proud, vain Ronnie Anne, “I've saved them from the worst things they've done and could do. I saved a demon from constantly preying on a village of innocents, I saved a noblewoman from losing faith in honorable men, I saved a dishonorable knight from her own depravity, I saved a kitten from being led astray, and I can save you too.”

Renee looked into his eyes, which reflected and validated the sincerity of his words, “You have the same look as my mentor, Spade, when he found me when I was lost… alone.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and faced him once more, “Okay… what must I do?”

“Disrobe,” Lincoln ordered, “Take off everything you have, rid yourself of any weapon or poison you have on you as well.”

Renee would be lying if she wasn’t a little taken aback by that, but for reasons that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, she found herself doing so, as though disobeying any of his commands was somehow uncomfortable for her to bear. Scant seconds and she was as bare as her day of birth, “Ah... I've never been naked with a man before.”

Lincoln approached her, “I can tell, but fret not, this will be easier than you think.” He was now within her personal space, arms slowly about to engulf her, “Lean in, my dear, I want to feel your vulnerability.”

She leaned into him, feeling his warmth as their skins touched, “Please, don’t hurt me…” she asked, even though there wasn’t any danger for her.

“You know I won’t,” Lincoln replied reassuringly.

She cooed, which caught her by surprise, but regardless, she liked the current situation, “What should I do next?”

“Touch me,” Lincoln could feel his pole pitch upward, and it was time to take things to a new level, “Touch my manhood, I trust you enough to do so.”

Reflexively, she reached down, and could feel the magnitude of his meat, “Oh my…” she blushed.

“So, Renee…” Lincoln began, “how many men have trusted you enough to let you freely touch them?”

She shook her head, no man has touched her, nor has she allowed any man to touch her, not even her mentor, until Lincoln.

“Well, I’m trusting you, Renee,” he said, guiding her hand to his dagger, “you have the eyes of a scared and lonely girl who wants someone to be vulnerable with, and I can be that person.”

“Oh...” she touched his hardness a little more, still feeling embarrassed, and yet surprisingly confident, “No one's ever been so forward with me before... I-I'm not sure what to say... but, I've never felt so safe with someone before, not even my mentor.”

He chuckled softly, “Hehe, I tend to be very forward. If it makes you uncomfortable though, we can stop.” She shook her head, in spite of herself, she wanted to continue, which warmed Lincoln’s heart all the more, “You made a lot of progress already. I have one more order for you now...I don't think you know what it is, but I'm sure you have an idea.”

This time Renee curled her lips to a naughty grin, “I know, and I'm proud to call you my Master;” She kneels down and removes his pants, taking his dick into her hands “and to prove my loyalty, shall I pleasure my Master's dick?”

Lincoln raised a brow, pleased with her initiative, “Oh yes...my order was for you to lay with me tonight, pleasuring my dick with your body. I assume you have never done this before?”

“No, I never have…” she replied, “…and yet, it feels like I know just what needs to be done.”

“Consider me your first, and only,” Lincoln pulled her face up from the chin to face her before she went to work, “I will take care of you from now on.”

“Yes, my Lord…” and she began kissing and licking his masculinity, a primal hunger awakened in the pits of her soul.

“Oh, Renee…” Lincoln sighed out her name, as Renee indulged upon his bittersweetness.

Nikki smiled licentiously, “Master Lincoln sure works quickly, doesn’t he?”

“I know, isn’t he amazing?” Paige complimented, sighing longingly.

Ronnie Anne huffed snootily, “Yeah, which is why he likes me best, ‘cause I’m as amazing as him.” Ronnie Anne earned a tackle from Paige for that quip.

Lincoln threw Renee face down on the bed once she was done bringing him up to full mast, and he moved himself close to her ass, feeling the heat waft from her gluteal folds.

He gripped her fat butt cheeks in his hands firmly and pried them open like splitting a roasted goose from the bottom. He licked his lips, and started working on her flesh, tasting and pecking on the womanly flavor therein. Renee smiled as blood rushed inside her cheeks, she heaved deep breaths into the cloth of the pillow she clawed from further on the bed.

She spoke her next words out slovenly, drool slurring her words, “M-My… my Liege…”

“That’s right,” Lincoln muttered, “Call me your master and give yourself, your everything, to me.” He nibbled on a few patches her bare-bottom skin.

A pleasure the likes of which she had never known before crawled delightfully upon her spine, her upper jaw gripped her lower lip, letting out a promiscuous moan while Lincoln was tasting her femininity, and she squealed with delight each time he came upon a particularly sensitive section, and it was extra special for her because she has never even known she would have spots like that on her person.

“Renee… Renee, my sweet little thing, my beloved little thief; you’ve stolen my heart, but now I will steal your virginity.” He sat up from his position, and posited his own dagger towards her gash, ready to strike.

He reaches his hand out, and without prior notice, Lincoln grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back with much force, drawing a pained yelp from Renee, although she did not disapprove of Lincoln’s rough handling, to her surprise.

He smirked, lips curling like a cat in a good spot, “Do you want this, thief? Ask and you shall receive, but I need you to scream for me, I want to hear you beg for my favor!”

“Yes! Yes, I do want it! I want you and everything that comes with it! Give me, give me, GIVE ME!” she exclaimed.

Lincoln mused, “Always wants to have everything, like the slippery snatcher you are; have at thee!” and he pushed into her, stopping as the base of his pole touched her sex lips, releasing a sound like a shank stabbed through ham. Renee yelped, her eyes almost popped from her socket as her mouth hung open, droplets of her spit flinging every which way her face was jerked about.

Lincoln proceeded to cut into her then, the sweet and savory grind of their sex parts making noisy, sensuous music together. “Everything you want, I will give you. Join me and your every wish will be fulfilled, just give yourself and serve me forever, my brunette shadow.”

With what little of her mind was still lucid, she managed to howl out, “I will! I will! I promise, I will follow you completely! I’ll follow you to world’s end if you ask me, my Lord!”

Lincoln accelerated his pace; he gripped her hair tighter and grit his teeth, savoring the tingle of pleasure rubbing against the sides of his manhood. The shots of delight that came with pressing forth and pulling out made him move faster. A smile like a madman curled from cheek to cheek, his eyes half-liddled, his loins screaming feverishly into his mind for the sweet, sweet sensation of release!

With a joined bellow from Lincoln and his thief-toy, it seemed like the walls of the room itself seemed to vibrate with their white-hot passions. After a good ten minutes of agonizingly good sex, Lincoln unleashed the floodgates and fattened her ovaries with his seed, and Renee’s belly seemed to blow up as room down there was used up.

Lincoln let her go, slipping his flaccid baton out of her tight ditch as Renee fell limp on the bed, breathing heavily, her mind confused by the pleasure and the pain, heaving deep breaths. He laid down on top of her, kneading her breasts and licking her sweat-flecked face.

He whispered into her ear, “Thank you for letting me inside of you, my dear. Now, I will fulfill my end of the bargain.”

“T-thank… you, my L-lord…” she breathed out before falling asleep, exhausted by Lincoln’s pillaging.

…

Far and away was tucked a lonesome stone tower, basically a silo with a single portal that lets in some light and small enough to keep its only resident inside.

The sound of jangling keys stirred the raggedy prisoner from his position, his hair long and ungroomed, patches of dirt and dust on his skin and clothes. A burly, thuggish man stepped in, carrying a plate with a loaf of bread and a cup of water – a prisoner’s sustenance.

He dropped it some feet away on a simple, termite-chewed table, before he turned and exited, locking the door again. The prisoner pulled aside a chair and sat down to another meager meal. He had lost count of the days and wondered how long it had been since he looked over the same door, the same floor cracks and wall crevices. If there was one thing thieves hated more than anything, it was having their freedom stripped away and having to be penned like sheep. Still, he did not give up, there was always a means of escape, regardless of how airtight his confines may seem; Spade never became the head of the Thieves’ Guild by staying inside prison walls for long.

His train of thought was disrupted when a loud scuffle was heard just outside, turning his attention cautiously to the heavy wooden door. He pressed himself cautiously to the side, ready to pounce on whoever was coming.

“Spade? Spade, are you in there?” His ears perked, that was a familiar voice if he ever heard any.

He did not respond, his honed senses taught him not to trust the first thing he sees or hears, as much as he’d like to get his hopes up.

The door slowly creaked open, and light entered into the room once more, followed by a shadow moving towards the inside. “Spade? Spade!” the voice called out once more.

A familiar figure entered the chamber, and Spade’s caution softened, for in the first time in many weeks, he felt a true sense of relief.

“Renee?” he asked, his voice weak from inadequate nourishment and occasional lashings, but it was just enough for him to call out to his apparent rescuer. Renee rushed up to and held her mentor in a warm embrace, tears and laughs of relief and joy rushing from her face.

She quivered with relief as her words came out, “Oh, Spade! I found you, I’m so glad!”

Spade was seemingly caught aback with joyous surprise, as he returned Renee’s hug, “Oh, oh… oh Renee, how did you find me?”

She let him go, her smile becoming more modest, “I had a little help.”

Outside, Lincoln was busy slapping his pet succubus silly, looking positively livid at what she needed to do in order to pull the necessary information that led to this rescue.

“You stupid, miserable, obscene harlot!” he screamed like a raging maniac as he clutched Carol’s neck, strangling her as he swatted her cheek-to-cheek; Carol herself didn’t seem to mind, smiling with bemusement instead of recoiling in pain, as though provoking Lincoln into physical tantrums was just naughty merriment.

Spade gazed at him, and the entourage of other women with him, and was befuddled by what was going on, “They seem… friendly.”

“Not quite what you expected? Don’t worry about it, that’s just something they need sorting out right now.” Renee responded, not changing her expression.

…

With Spade and Renee’s help, Lincoln was successfully able to uncover some incriminating and irrefutable evidence that revealed a small group of Midden’s nobility conspiring against the crown. Justice was swift and a slew of arrests were made by the knighthood not soon afterwards, and Midden was placed under martial law until further notice.

Lincoln’s task was deemed finished in the city, and for now, he has been awarded a reprieve for his stellar actions. He spent a few more days in the Turner Estate, before preparing to leave for his family home in the Bellows County.

As he proceeded downstairs from Paige’s towerhouse, he peered out the window to see Paige bidding farewell to her people, as she promised to follow Lincoln and serve him to the best of her ability, leaving her trusted steward to keep things in order.

“You worried about her, Sir?” from above on one of the scaffolding was Nikki, letting her legs and tail dangle as she looked down from her precipice.

“I just don’t want her to feel obligated into my service because of what I’ve done for her. I don’t want to take her away from the people who follow her and depend on her.”

“Sir, you sell yourself a little too short,” she jumped down from the precipice, landing next to Lincoln and rubbing herself against him, purring like a cat placing her scent on a trusted one, “She does this out of her own decision, you did a good thing and set her domain on a good path, and this just confirms it.”

Lincoln smiled, it was comforting to have affirmation that Paige’s home was in good hands and now, she just wants to tag along because she’s come to love him, heart and soul. He was the first man in her life who she’s come to rely on since her father, and she’s not going to miss out on what that entails, it seemed, “I guess that’s a nice thought, when you put it like that.”

Nikki climbed up behind him, dangling off the floor while wrapped around his neck from behind, “Indeed, now shall we leave soon? I’d like a little change of scenery myself.”

She hung onto Lincoln up until she reached the main entrance, at which point she whisked away to make preparations elsewhere, and also not to cause any commotion from her presence to the humans.

Lincoln stepped outside, feeling the warm sun bathe his face as he took a few seconds to adjust, before turning aside and seeing Paige shake hands with her steward, bidding her good luck for her journey ahead.

Paige waved at Lincoln who returned the gesture in kind, happy that he was the one who put the smile to her face. What happened next was so sudden, for he had no idea in the first place that this would happen, but it did…

…Ronnie Anne pantsed him.

“What in the Hells!” was all Lincoln managed to mouth out while Ronnie Anne was laughing her ass off behind him.

“Ronnie Anne!” Lincoln was livid at his latest mistress’ prank.

She managed to calm herself as she felt knots on her belly and needed to calm down, “Oh man! You’re gonna be so upset about it, but that was so funny! I just needed to prank you one final time while I had the chance.”

Lincoln’s anger boiled his blood and one could almost imagine the steam escaping his ears at Ronnie Anne’s audacity. Still, he recovered from it quickly, and a devious smile formed onto his lips.

…

Lincoln and company were once more on the open road, with more companions than ever before. They rode upon a cart carrying Lincoln at the helm, his succubus by his side, and the remainder of his harem sitting on the benches, including Renee, who decided to follow her new lover and master as a token of her gratitude.

The only one not riding was tasked with pulling the cart as its “horse” for lack of a better term. Ronnie Anne, as punishment for her little prank on her master, was bound, gagged, and attired in the manner of her horse; her arms were bound by the elbow, fingers strapped tightly; her feet were forced on their tiptoes using thigh-length leggings; weights hanging from piercings upon her nipples forced her to bend forward; completing her little ensemble was a parade plume jutting from above her hair and a mouth gag keeping her bitch-mouth closed.

Lincoln could only smile at his decorative work on Ronnie Anne, for as he saw it, she looked ever better than she ever did, “You comfortable, Ronnie Anne? It’s still going to be about ten miles till we get to our destination. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re fed and watered, at least.”

Ronnie Anne grunted in frustration, but inwardly, she smiled to herself; this punishment was worth getting one last prank in on her favorite bunny-boy.

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The Ballad of Lincoln the Lewd