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The Ballad of Lincoln the Lewd	By : Mr-Dusk Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 16509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Far to the south of Onivas was the Peninsula of Ibellica, home of various small duchies and principalities who lived in a tenuous state of relative stability. Everyone in power respected the status quo, even if it upset the more ambitious among them.
In the Duchy of Chávez, governed by the Casagrande family, there lived Roberto Alejandro Martínez-Millán Luis "Bobby" Santiago, Jr., also known as Sir Roberto, and Bobby to his closest friends and family, the mightiest hero of the Duchy and of the peoples of Ibellica.
When the Great Trogg Horde invaded Ibellica, Bobby was one of the first to face them in their initial invasion. They fought valiantly, but in the end they had underestimated the numbers and ferocity of the Troggs, and many were killed, Bobby was left barely alive, stripped of his armor and strung upon a tree with thin ropes that cut into his wrists and ankles.
As the Troggs pillaged and slaughtered in the distance, Bobby, distraught and prepared to resign himself to Death’s grim embrace, bore witness to a miracle.
Boniface; the Patron God of the Ibellicans and Brother of Biarce, the Sword God, appears to have seen one of his faithful suffer, and could not ignore the cry for aid. So from his perch in the heavens, he delivered his spear, a gleaming suit of armor, and a strong and spry stallion with small wings on its ankles.
Knowing what he needed to do, Bobby donned the armor, picked up the spear, and mounted on the steed. With speed like the wind it rushed for the besieged Castle, and like a scythe through wheat, Bobby cut through the Troggs by the scores. Eventually, he confronted the fearsome leader of the Troggs, a great pale beast who stood at least two heads taller than most men, and empowered by the God of Beasts he was mightier and more savage than his minions.
The duel between Bobby and the Trogg warlord lasted for nearly a day. Storm clouds loomed overhead and rain doused the fires left in the wake of the Troggs’ raiding, and the battle raged on still. The great Trogg was covered in cuts and gashes, while Bobby was bruised and battered, and his armor was torn in many places by his opponent.
But the agile and swift Bobby overcame the brutish yet clumsy Trogg, thrusting the divine weapon through the roof of his mouth, the tip rising from the top of his skull, and the monster fell dead.
Sir Roberto had won the day.
The day following the great battle, with the wounded cared for and the dead honored and interred, Roberto paid a visit to the Temple of Boniface to offer his thanks and dedicated his victory to the deity, placing the spear upon the altar, to return Boniface’s weapon to its rightful owner, and also placed a carved effigy near the tree where he was lashed upon and where he bore witness to Boniface’s miracle, marking it as a sacred place.
…
It’s been a year since that great battle, and Bobby still served valiantly as the defender of Chávez, and a standard by which other knights of the realm and other places abroad are measured.
Still, being a model of chivalry didn’t mean Bobby was good and well-mannered at all times and in all places.
Just like now as he has stripped his lady love, Lori Loud, naked and lying on some hay in a non-descript barn, partaking of each other’s flesh.
Bobby was fondling one of her teats while pinching and playing with the other one.
“Oooh, Bobby… ah…” Lori moaned lovingly in her lover’s embrace.
“Would you care to partake of my meat, Lori-lou?”
“Yes, my love…” Lori stuck her tongue out, panting like a dog, hungry for Bobby’s toasty brown hero sandwich.
Bobby obliged and cupped her chin and gripped her hair, using them to guide her face to his crotch, and dipped his sausage into her opening. The tip extended past her uvula and down her neck, forming a bulge. Tears streamed down her face from almost-choking, but she held steady as Bobby pushed in his big ‘un.
“Oh, mi Corazon, you are such a Cerda, you’re sloppy and you stink, I love it!”
Lori could barely hear what he was saying, she was too engorged on his meat to think. Her eyeballs rolled upwards in her sockets, moaning and gagging as she could only think of his throating her, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me Bobby! Choke me on your cock!’
“Fucking hell, babe! Here it comes!” Bobby released the buildup inside his excited member, letting out a stream of his salty jelly down Lori’s gullet. She gagged and moaned loudly as she took it in like a champ, her mind reeling into ecstasy.
Bobby cleaned himself up and put his ensemble back together, he glanced towards Lori, naked and desperately gasping for air while covering her eyes with her arm.
“Hey, Lori-lou, when you get dressed, try not to leave any trace of our little lovemaking here, the stable boys probably wouldn’t handle it very well.”
After Bobby left, Lori coughed up some extra cum in her throat, and then she laughed heartily. Nearby, a horse who seemed to be watching them from the side, leaned in and made a neighing sound like it was laughing.
“Oh shut it, you,” Lori picked up her shoe and tossed it at the intrusive animal.
…
After gussying herself up, she returned to the castle quarters, seeing to her entourage. Lori and four other maidens of martial prowess were presently residing in Chávez Castle, their services required to deal with some minor disturbances along the border of a neighboring domain.
Lori was the leader of a five-person band of women-warriors, the Klessirpemdo, who lent their services to worthy lords who could pay their fees but more importantly glorify their reputation as an honorable party. Each battle maiden was also blessed with an affinity for various magical elements, which made them a formidable force beyond their skills at arms.
Rebecca “Becky” Barnes was the warrior attuned to wind. Originally a vigilante who harried corrupt nobles, greedy government agents and other law-abusing ilk along the Great Riverways that crisscross the mainland, she came across Lori Loud who, it would seem, was hunting down one of Becky’s marks for unrelated reasons. The two eventually met up and started working together. She alternates between moods and attitudes often at the drop of a hat, though she can keep a single goal in mind and can be trusted to see them through to the end.
Dana Mackenzie is the sister of renowned smith Chaz Mackenzie, who supplied her and most of her compatriots’ equipment and a few of their weapons. Of her teammates she was the most level-headed of her group, and Lori often defers to her when she was indisposed for whatever reason. She wielded a special lance with a built-in drilling mechanism, crafted by her brother; though it looked cumbersome, Dana’s affinity for Earth magic blessed her with exceptional stamina and the ability to wield them without much discomfort.
Fiona Fisk was their most agile teammate; quick on her feet and especially when it came to responding to threats on or off the battlefield. She acts distant and aloof to anyone she does not immediately know, which is sure to rub certain people off the wrong way and leave a bad first impression for others, but is really quite a party animal when allowed to loosen up. Fiona wielded the power of water, and she used this to change the proverbial tide of battles, disrupting her foes from a distance with bursts of her hydromancy, but also uses it to close the distance between them to land a killing blow.
Carlota Casagrande was the eldest female of the Casagrande family. She was a buxom tanned female with full breasts and hips that seemed to exceed her shoulders, as well as muscular legs, powerful enough to break a bundle of wood like how one would tear paper. She was energetic and agile, and vigorous in her mannerisms. For this she was given a pair of enchanted greaves that radiated with the elemental attributes of fire, courtesy of the Casagrande matron, Rosita, talented in crafting items with mystical attunements.
Lori Loud was the eldest sibling of the Loud Family, and the fiancé of Roberto Santiago. She was the leader of the Klessirpemdo, and wielded each of the elemental powers of her underlings; while she was not as specialized in using them as her teammates, she makes up for it by combining them in creative ways to gain an edge in battle.
Though Lori was not fond of having to part with her man, she wanted to visit her family in Onivas, and her fellows wanted to tag along; Carlota and Dana particularly because of a boy they liked, Joey Hilton, who lived in Onivas and worked as the steward for the Loud family.
Becky was eager to come along because she was hoping a certain somebody would finally fulfill his promise to her and Fiona just went with the flow.
Lori and Bobby were hugging as the rest of the Klessirpemdo were mounting up their horses, “Are you sure you’ll be okay without me, Boo-boo bear?”
He smiled confidently, “Relax babe, I know we’ve barely been apart since we’ve been together, but you don’t need to worry about your big bad bear.”
“Aww…” she poked his nose playfully, “All right, but as soon as anything comes up you can’t handle, send me a message, all right?” she gently patted his cheek.
“You’ll be the first to know, babe,” he replied while pecking her on the neck.
Fiona rolled her eyes as she trotted closer, “Hey, can you two hurry up? We’re wasting daylight.”
The two giggled, slowly separated themselves from each other, until they were only holding hands, “Well, I suppose I will see you again soon, all right?”
“Take care of yourself, bella.” He flashed her a confident smile.
…
After about half a week on the road with his custom-made Ronnie Anne-pulled wagon, Lincoln and his harem arrived at the outskirts of the Loud Family’s estate, the county of Shryefox, with the town of Royal Woodshire to be seen in the distance.
Lincoln smugly glanced down at Ronnie Anne, “You sure got a lot of stamina, Ronnie Anne, though I suppose you’d have to, running your mouth for twelve hours a day.”
Ronnie Anne, still harnessed to the wagon’s cords, was exhausted, in pain and trembling at the knees, having spent a sufficient, if not excessive, amount of time pulling the wagon carrying Lincoln and his female followers.
“Come on, Ronnie Anne,” Paige goaded her on, “We’re almost at the town, I’m sure they have a nice cool water trough for you to drink from.”
Sure enough, once they rolled into the town, they parked near a stable where a trough filled with clear, clean water could be found.
“Paige, could you unharness Ronnie Anne and give her a sip? I need to speak with the stablemaster.” Lincoln got off the wagon leaving the girls to their own devices.
Paige was only too happy to oblige, “All right, you Ibellican hussy, giddy-up.” Paige tripped Ronnie Anne to the dirt, and goaded her towards the trough, “Come on, girl, you gotta work for your hydration, now.” Ronnie Anne struggled to move, her legs gave way and her arms were still restrained, reducing her to squirming and having Paige pull her along to get where she needed to be.
After some extra effort, Ronnie Anne finally reached the trough, Paige grabbed her hair and gently guided her lips to the water, before letting her go, as she proceeded to drink.
“What a hussy,” Nikki snickered as she peeked over the wood.
The stablemaster took note of Paige and Ronnie Anne by the trough, “Are your ladies all right, sir?”
Lincoln didn’t even glance to his women, “They’re fine, that’s just how they show each other appreciation.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” the stablemaster saw that Lincoln had finished the entry on the logbook and left a piece of silver, “Thank you sir, and might I say, it’s good to see you back Sir Lincoln, and making a good account of yourself, too.”
Lincoln smiled, “Don’t I know it.”
Stepping out of their vehicle, Carol asked the maenad how she would hide herself in public, “So, how do you go about in the open presence of humans? Got an invisibility spell like moi?”
“I could, but there is something I’ve been meaning to do for the Master,” she made a gesture with her fingers around the top of her upper pair of breasts, and soon, a dull, glimmering aura formed around her and she instantly shrunk down. Where she once was now was a small, lithe white cat, with a small patch of blonde hair on its head, “Meow this way I can spend as much time as possible on Master’s soft, cozy lap, and I’m the purr-fect fit now, too!”
Carol smirked, “I could learn a thing or two from you.”
Lincoln walked down the main thoroughfare of Royal Woodshire, leading to the mansion by the other side of the town.
Townspeople, familiar with Lincoln, as they were the other Loud family members, greeted him cordially.
Lincoln admitted to missing the unconditional adulation from serfs loyal to his family; perhaps it may have been mandatorily forced, but he does feel the people were genuinely friendly to the Louds, especially since the Louds’ patriarch was an elevated peasant himself.
Lynn Loud Sr. began life as a simple peasant, the unfavorite of several brothers. He probably wouldn’t have amounted to much were it not for his stroke of luck and quick wits. Between a golden animal, some brushes with deadly creatures, and an odd being who seemed to have a vested interest in his courting of a noble maiden, Lynn Sr. seemed to have it made. Now he has become a successful lord of his own, if modest, stretch of land, and the story of his rise to fame seemed like something from a fairy tale, but it was the truth.
Lincoln carried the playful Nikki in her cat form between his arms, with Ronnie Anne, Renee and Paige following beside him while Carol was floating just above his shoulder.
Renee walked up to her master, “So Master Lincoln, you grew up around these parts, didn’t you?”
“Indeed I did,” he nodded, gently stroking Nikki, “I was the only boy of ten girls.”
“Ten?” Renee giggled, “maybe being around women for so long is why you have been so good to us.”
“I suppose you could say that. Almost everything I know about females I learned from how I lived with my sisters.” He shyly scratched on his nose, feeling a little timid about his true life.
“Ever had any wet dreams about your sisters?” Carol asked, mischief in her tone.
“Carol!” he snapped at her with a bit of a raised voice, “Of course not, do you think me such a depraved reprobate?”
She rapidly winked her eyes at him, “Perhaps, just a little, considering the kinds of vulgarities you seem eager to visit upon us.”
The other girls seemed to blush and look aside, and Lincoln scowled in the direction of the succubus, “I am going to put you to the lash for that.”
Carol smirked at the thought, perhaps moreso than Ronnie Anne, she loved getting into a little bit of trouble with her Master Lincoln.
Two guards stood at the entrance of the mansion where the Louds lived. Lincoln greeted the old but familiar faces of the guards posted there, allowing him and his lovers through the court wall separating the town and surrounding countryside from the manor compound.
Groundskeepers and various manservants briefly turned their attention to Lincoln advancing down the main cobblestone pathway. Lincoln and his entourage arrived at the door, where he paused for a moment.
“What’s wrong sir?” Renee asked, looking as puzzled as the rest.
“I don’t want to presume anything, but you know now you serve me, do you mind if I expect a little service from you girls?”
The others looked a bit confused for a moment, but Carol already figured out what he wanted, “I believe the Master is asking you to open the door for him.”
“Oh, but of course, Master Lincoln!” Paige walked up to the door, she turned to Ronnie Anne, “Come on, Ronnie, help me with this thing.”
“What, why?” the Ibellican asked incredulously.
“In case you forgot, you’re Master Lincoln’s servant now, so get used to this.”
“Yeah, Ronnie Anne,” Lincoln teased, “Get going.”
Lincoln slapped her brown ass as she proceeded towards the door, drawing a blush from her as she moved forward to help Paige open the door.
“Thank you, ladies,” Lincoln strode past them, happy to see them put to work and eager or content to do so.
The inside of the Louds’ mansion was a long red carpet down the main hallway, leading up some steps to the upper story. To the right was a small opening leading into the dining chamber, beyond which was the kitchen where the cooking staff operated in. To the left was the lounge, where people would come to rest, relax, or perhaps for recreation – high-quality drinks, books, musical instruments, maybe some painting – hobbies to occupy the residents’ time; behind that was the servants’ quarters. The second floor was where the bedrooms for the Louds were, many of which have since left on their own ventures, and so these rooms were repurposed as needed for the residents’ uses.
Upstairs and far down the left of the mansion hallway was the Masters’ chambers, a lofty room with the finest, elegantly dyed drapery and master-crafted furniture and walls adorned with paintings, animal heads from wild game, and a few pedestals with busts and sculptures. Inside the parents, and thus heads, of the family were busy enjoying their intimate company, making love with each other.
“Damn it all, Lynn!” Rita shouted, sitting on top of her husband’s lap, getting shafted up her arse by his substantial masculinity, “I’m tired of this butt-fucking! I want you to ravage my pussy!”
Lynn Sr. gave his wife a light backhanded slap on her head, chastising her for daring to speak out of line, “I’ve told you before, Rita, we’ve sired enough children already, and I’d rather we spend the rest of our lives having more chances to enjoy each other’s’ company, am I understood?”
Rita whimpered, annoyed that she couldn’t get to engage in what she wanted to do, it wasn’t her fault she was exceptionally fertile, but she also understood what Lynn Sr. was getting at; were it not for that, she would have more fun doing all manner of licentious extremes with him, just like the good ol’ days.
Lynn Sr. took on a serious tone, “Just for that, I’m going to extend your dry periods for a week!”
“No please!” Rita begged, “I’ll be good, I promise!”
Last time Lynn declared a dry period, she went crazy for the three days they didn’t have any sex. Rita caused a bit of a ruckus, riding a horse buck-naked through town and in the neighboring county, desperate for Lynn Sr. to give her the naughty attention she wanted.
But he stuck to his principles, and decided to give Rita the comparatively light punishment of chaining her up in the dungeon for at least a few hours; Rita only ever needs a reminder of what happened then and she usually returns to a placid state of being.
“Woaah!” Lynn Sr. hissed out while ejecting his sperm into her anus. Rita was contented by the feeling of her ass loaded up like a waterskin.
“Hyah! Aaah…” Rita grit her teeth and relaxed her breathing, the tingle between her cheeks caused her to knot her muscles a bit, twitching with the goosebumps that came from it. Her husband went limp and let his wife slide down on the floor; exhausted, she took a nap to recover, naked and still dripping with her man’s love.
Lynn Sr. cleaned up and put on his comfortable set of woolen robes, and left his bedroom to go and see if there was anything he could nibble on.
While heading down, he could see the door opening, and who came through flanked by a small group of women than his only begotten son, Lincoln Loud. He beamed with fatherly pride to see his young white-haired little wonder come in.
“Lincoln, my boy! Welcome home!” he carefully rushed down the steps to greet his offspring.
The father and son gave each other a hug, “Hey, father, it feels like so long, hasn’t it?”
“Two months and a half,” Lynn Sr. added, having kept account of the days Lincoln was away for training, “but it might as well have been almost an eternity!” he laughed heartily, “Seeing you here, and hearing of your accomplishments, is one of the best days I will ever know as a parent; especially for a knight of such talent!”
Lincoln turned away, scratching the back of his head humbly, “Well, I just give it my best, you know? I’m sure any other knight would have succeeded if they applied themselves.”
“I wouldn’t know about that son,” Lynn Sr. leaned in beside him and whispered into his ear, “Between you and me, I’d say everyone except the senior leaders in the knighthood are a bunch of meatheads with hardly a brain in their skulls.”
The two men laughed. It had been a while since Lincoln and his father were able to bond together like this, especially when he left for training some time ago. Imagine his delight upon hearing that his son had been making waves catching some ne’er-do-wells near Elem and the corruption in Midden.
To say that he was impressed with his son would be quite the understatement, and he wanted to talk to him about all that’s come to pass since he bade Lincoln farewell some time ago.
…
Lori and her group arrived at a pier, hiring a river barge to sail them to the town nearest Shryefox county.
Dana and Carlota were talking excitedly among each other about what they would do once they got to meet up with Joey.
Becky was sitting by the pier, her toes dangling some feet above the water, she seemed to be humming a happy little jingle from her lips, fiddling with a little something in her hands.
“What the heck is that?” Fiona walked up next to her, bending down the see what her comrade was doing.
“This?” Becky showed her and pointed at a little star-shaped fruit in her hand, “This is a Paopu Fruit.”
Fiona looked at her quizzically, “Never heard of it… so what does it taste like?”
“Kind of tart, especially if you eat it raw,” Becky replied, “Oh, but this isn’t for eating, I actually finished this years ago, I’m keeping the rind.”
Now this warranted some additional questioning, “Why in the world are you keeping a fruit rind for?”
“Seriously, Fiona? You don’t know what a Paopu fruit is?”
She shrugged, “Not a clue.”
Becky sighed, but then figured she owed her teammate a quick explanation, “When you share a Paopu fruit with someone, it means that you’ve basically intertwined your destiny and the other person’s forever; Close friends, family, loved ones, it’s basically a declaration of your support and care for one another for all time.”
“I see… so, who’s the lucky one who owes you this paopu fruit?”
She grinned excitedly, “I’d love to tell you but, I want it to stay a secret for a while, it’s more delicious like that.”
Fiona shrugged, “Delicious, huh? Well, whatever you say, Becky.”
…
Lincoln relaxed on the soft, velvet cushions of his bed in the comfort of his bedroom, he had cast off his clothes and let it all hang loose, with only a robe draped upon his lean frame. After chatting up with and getting back to speed with his father, he figured a little rest and relaxation in familiar environs would be nice after a fairly long time traveling down the road.
Before he decided to retire for the day to bed, he still had a touch more energy he wanted to expend, and he knew just how to go about dispersing it.
He yanked Carol by her hair and threw her to the bed, chest-first, and followed by pulling her ass up to the air using her tail. He was still irate with her speaking out of line and punished her appropriately, but he and Carol both knew there was only one reason he’d dole out these “punishments” to his lovers, and it was simultaneously simpler and more complicated than mere slave-disciplining.
“You made me seem like such inbred trash, so now you get what you deserve.”
Carol merely wiggled her ass expectantly. Lincoln reached down, and after using his fingers to split her orifice open, tasted her savory demon flesh. Carol yelped in pleasure, clutching the bed sheets hard and biting her lower lip. Lincoln tried to pry her butt wider to get inside, Carol had already modified her butt flavor to something Lincoln would prefer, and the deeper he got in, the more pronounced the taste.
“Man, he’s really at her, isn’t he?” Ronnie Anne commented, feeling a bit frisky, herself.
“Yeah… Gods, he really knows what a woman wants, doesn’t he?” Renee added, rubbing her thighs together expectantly.
Nikki returned to her normal Maenad form, “Well, we can’t let Carol have all the fun to herself, can we?”
The other girls nodded and moved in; Ronnie Anne and Paige flanked Lincoln’s sides, Renee came in from behind, while Nikki lifted Carol up by her arms and then slipped underneath and upside-down from her, with her Maenad pussy mere inches from Carol’s face.
Lincoln briefly pulled away, and noticed his girls get into position, “Hey, you girls want to get in on the action too, don’t you?”
Paige and Ronnie Anne came at his erection from the sides, and began rubbing their mouths against his member; Nikki came in from the bottom and feasted on his balls, and Carol helped herself to the pussy’s pussy.
“Eeep… you girls know your stuff,” Renee proceeded to start working on his arse, assaulting the last of his sensual spots not being worked on by the others.
“F-fuck…” Lincoln quivered in delight, this was the best feeling in the world, he continued and moved down to Carol’s puss, opening her devil’s doors and raiding her treasury. Carol’s succubine orifice already spurted out her sweet temptations from its opening; Lincoln greedily consumed her sweet, sultry nectar.
A bead of pre had emerged from his tip, and Ronnie Anne quickly took advantage and slipped it into her mouth, which annoyed Paige, who had also noticed and wanted it for herself, but Ronnie Anne teased her with the vulgar middle finger, which made Paige clamp down just a little bit harder than she needed to.
“Ow! Hey, no biting!” Lincoln struck Paige on the head, reprimanding her for hurting him. Paige proceeded a bit more slowly, although she was still pretty angry at Ronnie Anne for leaving her in the lurch.
Nikki took one of Lincoln’s balls and tried to fit as much of it into her mouth as possible, being very careful as she played around with the precious scrotum with her somewhat rough, feline tongue. Her legs closed around tightly on Carol’s head while the latter was doing tongue on her bottom. Her tail whisked about in every open direction, indicating her own pleasure from tasting Lincoln’s ball and Carol entertaining her down there.
“Damn, you girls are going all out!” Lincoln gasped out as he felt his muscles go tight and hold back the jolts of bliss passing through his mind.
Renee continued to play around his anus, reaching under to caress his free orb that wasn’t in Nikki’s mouth, gently running her delicate fingers across its surface.
The assault on his body made his mind reel ever towards climax, and soon, he needed to let it all go, “Damn!” Lincoln’s meat released its warm, white gravy over the faces of Nikki, Ronnie Anne and Paige, as well as on Carol’s belly. Carol excitedly exploded a little earlier as oozing fluid all over his face, Lincoln leaned back, resting against Renee, who caught him and let him recline. Lincoln was breathing heavily, a smile over his lips.
The girls gently set him gently on his pillows, and took positions all around him to make him cozy as he slumbered. Each girl took turns kissing his face, before they worked on cleaning up the bodily fluids left in the wake of their orgy.
…
Morning comes over Shryefox, the roosters take their place on the fences and crow to the first rays of dawn. The sunlight slowly crept into the window of Lincoln’s room, and slowly illuminated over his face.
Lincoln stirred from the throes of sleep, his limbs gradually flexing to awaken his body. He lifted himself up to see his ladies, naked and scattered about the mattress, all looking very restful. Lincoln got up from the bed and shook off the fatigue in his limbs.
“Good morning, Master,” Carol suddenly emerged from nearby, floating and nuzzling Lincoln.
“Good morning, Carol, I’m guessing you want your usual morning fluids?”
She nodded excitedly, “Of course Master!”
She knelt down and in front of his crotch, looking up with the most adorable attempt at puppy-eyes that a demon like her could do.
“Open-wide, my dear,” Lincoln placed his pelvic piece into her mouth, and she engulfed it with her lips. Lincoln whizzed into her whistle and she eagerly drank up the morning piss Lincoln had built up while sleeping.
Carol pulled away, her cheeks inflated with urine, which she slowly and eventually downed into her gullet, and drawing a sigh of satisfaction from her lips.
After cleaning themselves up Lincoln and his lasses were brought down and enjoyed themselves with a big, hearty breakfast. Nikki was once again in her domestic cat form, eating with Lincoln on his lap, feeding on a few of the pieces he shared with her, not to mention taking a few for herself if she could help it.
After finishing a piece of pork leg, Renee turned to Lincoln, “So, what are your plans while we’re staying here, Master Lincoln?”
Lincoln shrugged, he was thinking of maybe lounging about the rest of the days he was here, maybe partake in some hunting, bag a deer or a bear or two; He could also catch up on anything new with his father, see if he had anymore fancy stories to tell him, maybe write it in a biography or something; there was also talk of a fair coming over, maybe he could buy something nice and enjoy some rare foods and drink.
Heck, he might even indulge in the latest trends in torture-fornication. Clyde had recently brought some new equipment over and Penelope, his follower and prisoner, had nothing but the best to say of her experiences with it; might be fun trying them out on his girls and see who liked what.
In the midst of his musings, a manservant came in, making himself heard, “Attention my esteemed Sir Lincoln, but I just wanted to apprise you of some guests who have arrived, one of which would be glad to see you.”
“Oh?” Lincoln turned his attention to him, “And who do I owe this announcement to?”
The manservant turned aside just as the arrivals walked in, “Announcing the arrival of the glorious Lady Lori Loud and her companions, the venerable Klessirpemdo.”
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne’s eyes widened in surprise as they saw Lori, Carlota, and the other girls walk in. Lori waved to her little brother.
“Hey Lincoln,” she waved with a smile, “You look like you’ve been doing pretty well for yourself.”
“Hey Lori!” Lincoln got up and ran up to her, giving his oldest sister a hug, which Lori returned in kind, “I missed seeing you around!”
“Aww, you missed me that much, didn’t you?” Lincoln nodded while holding her tight, the bond between the two was exceptionally more than with any of the other siblings. Lori, as the eldest, had an obligation to the household as the one who would look after Lincoln, the only male of the House of Loud, and the one who would likely inherit everything that came with it. Lori had spent much of her youth being Lincoln’s caretaker and tutor, she taught him most of what he now knows and molded him in preparation for knighthood when he wanted to follow in her footsteps.
“Of course I did, you’re my oldest sister!” He said, looking up to her, a look of genuine familial love on his face; Lori and Lincoln were certainly the closest siblings of the Loud children, and they didn’t even need to try hard to show it.
“Well, look who it is, Ronnie Anne,” Carlota moved away from the group and approached Ronnie Anne, her cousin, “I never expected you to be here, accompanying Lincoln of all people.”
“Hey, Carlota,” Ronnie Anne’s answer came about as being surprisingly meek. As far as she could remember, Ronnie Anne was always vain and more than a little cocky in the presence of others who were beneath her social standing, so seeing her little cousin demonstrate even a modicum of restraint, especially since her whole personality had basically turned a whole new leaf, was surprising for her.
As curious as she was, Carlota had other things she wanted to get done before the day was over, “I don’t know what your deal is, prima, but you’re gonna have to tell me later,” she walked back towards her friend Dana, leaning on her shoulder, “We have a pressing engagement that requires our utmost attention.”
The two of them left, leaving only Lori, Becky and Fiona behind. Becky leaned down towards Lincoln as soon as he broke contact with his older sister.
“Hey there, little Lincoln, well, maybe not so little anymore, but you remember me, don’t you?” Becky put up the sweetest smile, eager and pleased to see Lincoln.
“Hi Becky, it’s great to see you,” During the infancy of Lori’s group of warriors, Becky struck up a close friendship with Lincoln; the two seemed to possess shared interests, and they got along well because of that. Becky was almost like another sister for Lincoln, although without the baggage of being biologically-related.
“Good to see you too, little guy!” She ruffles his hair a little, which Lincoln did not seem to mind, “I’m guessing you’re going to be hanging around Shryefox for a while, right? By the way, I’ve heard about what you’ve been doing around the Kingdom from some news criers in various towns on the way here, I got to say, you are just full of pleasant surprises, aren’t you?”
“Becky,” Lori cut in, she cleared her throat, reminding Becky about respecting personal boundaries, as much as she and her brother were friends.
“Oops, sorry Lori,” she backed off a foot, looking a little self-conscious once Lori brought attention to her frankness.
Lincoln gently put a hand of reassuring gesture on Becky’s arm, “Don’t worry about it Lori, I don’t mind what Becky does.”
“Hey, Lori,” Fiona strutted up from behind, calling the eldest Loud child’s attention, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hit up the local tavern scene.”
“Go ahead Fiona,” Lori turned back to her brother and Becky as soon as Fiona turned a corner and left, “Now Lincoln, I’m going to speak with Mother and Father, just to catch up on things with them, but I also have a little bit of business of my own to handle here; I trust you and Becky will be fine?”
“Don’t worry about it Lori, me and Becky get along just fine, and the others…” he pointed to Ronnie Anne, Renee, Nikki and Paige behind the table, just mindfully paying attention to what was going on, “Well, I’m sure Becky will get along just fine with them.”
“Perfect!” Lori turned around to head out, but she glanced over at Becky one final time, “You should probably get comfy in one of our guest rooms Becky, before anything else, all right?”
“Sure thing Lori,” she turned back to Lincoln, tapping the tip of his noise, “And when I’m done, I’d like it if we could have some quality time together, just like the old days, if you don’t object to that, Sir Lincoln?”
Lincoln shook his head, “Not at all Becky, we’ll have a grand old time, I bet.”
…
Lincoln was with Renee at the stable, where he was finishing up with saddling a spry racing horse. Becky asked Lincoln to some fun racing the horses in the racing track, something they used to love doing together back in the early days.
“So how do you and Becky know each other, Master?” Renee questioned, helping Lincoln from the other side of the steed.
“When I was a lad and Lori was just starting out her little warrior group, she brought in Becky, who was just getting out of the business of riverside vigilantism to go legit. She spent a lot of time with us, and she seemed interested in spending time with me; it was actually pretty fun when she was around, we loved most of the same things, and she told me all kinds of fun stories.”
“Sounds like you two were the best of friends,” Renee remarked, helping Lincoln mount on the horse.
Lincoln nodded, “It sure was.”
Becky soon arrived, waving at Lincoln from a short distance, telling Lincoln that she would likewise prepare herself for their little horseback contest.
Lincoln turned back to Renee, “In any case, are you sure you don’t want to go back to the others? I don’t want you just sitting around here, getting bored or anything.”
“Don’t worry about it, Master Lincoln, I’d really like to get to know you better, which is why I’ll be keeping watch of your for a little while; it’s the least I can do for trying to end your life some time ago, and I want to make amends about it.”
Lincoln was touched by her sincerity, “Well, all right Renee,” he bent down and the two shared a kiss, “You don’t have to push yourself so hard for me, but if you ever feel needful, just tell me what you need and don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”
She nodded, smiling, “Of course, Master Lincoln.”
Lincoln set off to the starting line of the track, where Becky had emerged with a steed of her own and took her position next to Lincoln.
Carol suddenly appeared next to Renee, she gently patted the rogue on her shoulders, letting her know she was there, “Master Lincoln seems a bit oblivious, doesn’t he?”
Renee formed a humored smile on her face, “He can be a little thick-headed, that’s for sure.”
“Something tells me she might want to join our entourage,” Carol hovered upside down while stretching, “I can sense a powerful desire for the Master in her soul.”
“I wouldn’t mind having her around,” Renee leaned against a wooden pillar of the stable, “She seems like a fun girl to have around.”
“You’re not jealous, at all, with all these women vying for Master’s affections and growing in number?”
“I’m glad that we are growing in number, it’s nice to know that Lincoln has so many people in his life who care about him. On another note, I wouldn’t be jealous because I don’t have much to worry about, we aren’t in competition, but if we were, I would have the leg up.” Renee was bold, confident even when knowing two of her companions were magical creatures.
“Your spirit is to be commended, Renee,” Carol admired her gumption, though partly because she was amused by Renee’s human confidence.
Lincoln and Becky were racing each other down the track, both were fairly-matched when it came to equestrian skill, born from their competitive youths spent doing the same, which served them both well later in life.
“Still the same old racer you’ve always been, haven’t you, Lincoln!” Becky cried out from the horse beside him.
“If it ain’t broke, why fix it, right?” Lincoln responded back, feeling exhilarated by the air passing back as he raced alongside his old friend.
The two leaped over a line of hay set up as an obstacle, not disturbing even a single wick from it as they jumped. Becky took a bit of a lead as Lincoln’s horse briefly slowed to adjust itself during the land.
“Eat my dust, Lincoln!” Becky shouted as she looked over to see Lincoln tailing behind.
“I don’t think so!” Lincoln urge his horse to speed up, gaining a bit more on Becky.
It looked as though Becky would take this win, but Lincoln crouched from his position, letting nothing deter him as he rode forth.
A thin ribbon of paper was wrapped betwixt the two poles of the finishing line. Lincoln looked like he was just a little bit behind of the redhead as they pulled closer.
It seemed like Becky was the sure win, but Lincoln’s horse lowered its head ever so as they claimed inches ahead of Becky’s.
This would prove advantageous as Lincoln horse penetrated the ribbon with its snout, before Becky’s horse could break it across its chest.
After the race, Becky and Lincoln brought the horses back in, Becky smiled as she dismounted and wiped the sweat off her brow, “Good race Lincoln, still got your mad horse riding skills, don’t you?”
Lincoln dismounted and lent the horse back to the stablemaster, before turning to Becky, “Once you learn to ride, it’s practically second nature.”
They sat down on a bench in the shade, drinking from some animal skin canteens with water. The two leaned against the backrest, enjoying each other’s company. A light breeze blew in and cooled their faces, and Becky felt it was time to prepare for her next move.
“Hey, Lincoln,” Becky started, holding back some excitement, “I was wondering if, later today, we could go to that secret place we used to hang out at?”
“The secret place?” Lincoln pondered for a minute before he caught on to what she meant, “Oh, you mean that place; of course, Becky!”
“Great!” she stood up, smiling, “How about around sunset? You still remember the way over there, don’t you?”
Lincoln nodded, “Sometimes when I come back here, I actually head over there a couple of times to clear my head.”
“Perfect, all right, see you then!”
Renee and Carol continued to spy from the distance, outside of Lincoln’s notice.
Carol had a warm expression on her face, “Aww, the redhead is going to do a little special something for the Master, how romantic.”
“We should probably keep an eye on them, just to be safe; besides that, I wanna see what Master Lincoln’s secret place looks like.” the thief retreated back to the shadows, grinning an impish smile with her succubus companion in tow.
…
Off the beaten path leading away from the hunting grounds of Shryefox County was an almost imperceptible trail overgrown with grass and covered in the detritus of the surrounding woods. Hardly anyone goes through this path, or even know about it, unless by chance or if they had a good eye for trailblazing.
In days past Lincoln and Becky found and followed this little untrodden pathway whenever the young boy was feeling like engaging in make-believe adventurers, with his red-headed best friend along to play whatever role he wanted her to assume as he imagined.
He brought a shortsword with him to clear some brush that had grown since last he was there. After a few minutes trudging through the pathway, he eventually found the place he remembered fondly with Becky, undisturbed as it had been since they were young.
A tall waterfall fed into a small lake with sparkling, clear waters; long grass, cattails and lily pads, but that was not the only sight of note in the area; strewn about around the body of water were ruins of what seemed like houses and such, though no record of habitation in this place existed until it was claimed and settled into what is now known as Shryefox county.
Lincoln once looked over some books and scrolls to study the ruins, but found no good point of reference in anything he has read that resembled the architecture that he found there. The most prominent feature of this area, besides the ruins, was a tree growing from an elevated embankment that extended just a little past the shallows of the lake opposite the waterfall bottom, a tree which appeared to be a palm-type, at that, which was very peculiar as trees such as these were more commonly found, and thrive in, the warm climes of the Southern lands, particularly the continent far to the South of the schwertist realms.
Each time he visited, Lincoln could feel a soothing, and just a little bit electrifying, warmth in the air, a warmth like the kind one would feel in a hot spring; his younger sister, the scholarly Lisa, once told him that it was possible for lands otherwise unsuitable for certain types of plants and animals to have unique features of its geography which create an ideal condition to shield itself from the surrounding climate, creating an environment that would allow tropical plant life, such as this palm, to grow with minimal difficulty.
The fruit borne of the tree was very peculiar to say the least: stems connecting to yellow-orange fruit shaped like five-pointed stars hung beneath the shade of the palms, which looked nothing like any fruit Lincoln had ever seen before. Becky enlightened him a little bit about the nature of the fruit, citing that it resembled something she was told in a legend.
The tree was properly known as a Paopu tree, and the star-shaped fruit were an artifact of symbolic importance in the traditions of an island society said to reside far to the south of the known world. Paopu fruits were said to be given by one person to another as a gesture of commitment to the other, when the exchange is made, that person and the recipient of the fruit intertwine their destinies with one another for all eternity.
Whether or not any of that is true did not seem important for Lincoln, nor did he ever consider the enormous significance of what he did as he took a Paopu fruit once for Becky, and presented it to her as a declaration of his close, steadfast friendship with the older girl. Becky appreciated the gesture, but for her, who was a bit of a romantic at heart, she took the gift of the Paopu fruit as being far more meaningful than what the lad had probably intended.
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