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      Lori_Loud, Leni_Loud, Luna_Loud, Luan_Loud, Lynn_Loud, Lincoln_Loud, Lucy
      Loud, Lola_Loud, Lana_Loud, Lisa_Loud, Rita_Loud, Lupa_Loud, Libby_Loud,
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      Published: 2017-08-10 Completed: 2017-09-25 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 22199
****** The Loud Mountain ******
by Thundermoonbear
Summary
     Commission fic. A story about the Louds going back to their ancestral
     home to learn the dark and mysterious history of the family name.
     Fluff and Lewd ensues.
Notes
     Commission fic. A story about the Louds going back to their ancestral
     home to learn the dark and mysterious history of the family name.
     Fluff and Lewd ensues.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Loud Mountain, chapter 1:  New arrivals.
As a summer dawn broke upon the loud house, the sun barely shining its good
morning over the horizon, a family gathered into a van that started with a loud
“BANG!” as it pulled out of the driveway and began its long trip to the
foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in North Carolina. During the long
drive, much of the time was taken up by the Louds entertaining themselves in
one fashion or another, with Lori messaging Bobby, Leni sleeping with her head
on Luna’s shoulder, Luna and Luan listening to music and comedy albums, Lynn
chowing down on some jerky while looking out the window, Lincoln reading an
adventure novel since he knew he’d need a bigger book for the trip,  Lucy
resting her chin against the door and doodling on the frosted glass from her
breath, the twins doing their best to ignore each other from their most recent
scolding for roughhousing in the van, and Lisa balancing between reading to a
sleeping Lily and finding a way to prevent the worn out shocks from smacking
her against the roof of the van every time they hit a bump. All the while, Lynn
Sr. was listening to the radio and driving while Rita was on the phone with her
father, Albert.
Lincoln looked up from his book, speaking in a low and hushed tone: “When you
live in a house as big as mine, you never know what might happen next. For
instance, Pop-pop apparently just inherited some land from one of his big
brothers. It’s some kind of big manor and he wants all of us to come out to see
it and help clean up the place.”
He looked down for a second, troubled by a thought: “You ever get the feeling
that maybe you’ll never know who you really are? Like, I don’t know a lot about
my family outside of my sisters. I didn’t know Pop-pop had any siblings…come to
think of it, I don’t know any of my extended family outside of him.”
As he was lost in this thought, Lucy looked over from the window to stare at
her despondent brother. In spite of her usual demeanor and appearance, she
hated seeing him this way. She liked listening to the conversations that he’d
have with nothing. 
She felt his words dig into her a little, in spite of her knowledge of a lot of
history, she knew next to nothing about her own family’s past. She pushed her
worries away for a moment as Lincoln began to speak again.
“This could be a good opportunity to learn some new things about the family,
assuming I’m able to find anything while we fix up the house for the summer”
He went back to reading his book while Lucy swam in her thoughts, she decided
she’d work with him, the curiosity gnawing at her. She needed to know what kind
of secrets her family held in one of their ancestral homes.
Several hours of driving, two meal breaks, five bathroom stops, one flat tire
and a pickup game of rugby later. 
The exhausted Louds took their final exit and followed the winding roads
through the quickly thickening forest to a small town of mostly wooden
buildings that looked very old, but still decently populated with lights on
throughout the down and the few people that must have passed for the local
nightlife walking around. The van drove to the edge of the town before turning
onto a dirt road and going further into the thicket. They finally pull into a
clearing in the forest to find a series of lamps leading to a shack. The van
stopped in front of the small building to see Albert in front of it, waving at
them.
The family crawled out and stretched themselves under the pale moonlight as the
parents spoke with Albert.
Albert hugged his daughter, “Hope the trip treated you well enough, and nobody
got hurt?”
Lynn Sr. rubbed the back of his head, “Nothing too bad, Lisa has a bit of a
headache, but I’d say everything went as well as it could have”
Rita looked around for a moment before turning back to Albert, “So…where is the
place?”
“Oh, right” Albert gestured to the stables that were nearby, “This place is
pretty old, since this is still here”
He gestured up a lit wooden path that was slightly overgrown with weeds, “The
actual manor is up that trail, off to the left path.”
The parents decided to scout ahead with Albert to get a better lay of the land.
Before leaving the van, Rita turned around and eyed Lori for a moment, “Lori,
sweety. Make sure that the others don’t wander off anywhere, keep them here
until we get back, okay?”
Lori looked up from her phone from a moment for a moment before shrugging,
“Sure, mom. Just try not to be too long, most of us are literally dying to see
the place and get some rest.”
“Speak for yourself!” Lynn piped, “I wanna see what this place has”
Many of the sisters were in agreement, favoring exploration over sleep at the
presence of a new area. Lori groaned, “Fine, then explore the stables and the
shack until they get back. And no wandering off, got it?” She ended with her
authoritarian voice.
The others mostly sighed in compliance wandering over to the old wooden
building, most save for Lincoln, who watched the adults wander down the trail.
He walked into the shack and started looking around. The place looked as though
it were untouched for the longest time. The rough structure still standing
strong against the test of time with the leather furniture and wool rugs
covered in a decent layer of dust. Lincoln wandered into the lodge’s lounge
area, covered in cobwebs and lit by a single lamp in the doorway.
Lincoln cracked his neck,” Jeez, this place really is old, there isn’t any
power here. And look at this room, everything looks like its straight out of a
haunted house.” He wandered around the room clearing the webs off of one of the
chairs before sitting down and immediately getting back up and coughing from
the dust cloud he created by upsetting the massive amount that was on the seat.
Opting not to try that again, he wandered around the room, looking at old
paintings of hunts and stopping at an old cabinet. He opened it to find a lot
of nice looking glass bottles full of liquid, he opened one to smell it and
felt his nose hairs burn. He but it back and closed it before wandering out to
the stables to join his sisters.
Meanwhile, with the older Louds…
As they walked along the trail, Albert gestured to the branch in the path,” Off
to the right, that path leads to the larders and grain storehouses. We’ll take
the left one to get to the next branch.” 
They walked for several more minutes before hitting the next branch, “This
right path leads to the farmhouse and the fields, with an orchard beyond it.
Let’s keep moving on the left path”
As they reached the next branch, Albert cleared his throat,” This right path
leads to a lake with one of the paths to the garden going past it. Let’s keep
moving.”
As they went on, Lynn Sr. Wiped his forehead, “Jeez, this place is huge, what
happened here anyway?”
Albert took a deep breath, “ I’m not really sure myself, the family was pretty
disconnected for a while, the last generation before mine barely talked at all
about the history of the place and my generation was the last to even see the
place. My big brother got it after our dad passed, and he visited the place
only a couple of times before he kicked it. Now it’s mine and no one’s really
lived here in over 65 years.”
Rita walked beside her father, “So then, why do you want to restore the place?”
He chuckled and looked at her, ‘You’re kidding, right? This place is massive
and appropriately sized for a big family like ours. If you and the kids don’t
want it, I can at the very least sell it so that I can leave you guys something
that you can actually use.”
Albert was always one to think about his family first, even when they were
worlds away.
They reached the final branch,” This one leads to a clearing with some
outbuildings for guest housing, the left leads to the manor with the path going
forward to the garden as well. We should head back for the kids now; they’re
probably getting antsy to see the place.”
Back at the lodge…
The twins had fallen asleep in the lodge while Lori kept Leni from wandering
into the forest. Lisa had Lily laid down with the twins as she was collecting
dust samples and wood chips. Luna was singing country songs while Luan dropped
a hip-hop beat. Lynn was tossing horseshoes that she found in the stables while
Lincoln sat on the roof of the stables, watching the trail as the adults made
their way back to the van.
Lincoln slowly got up and stretched and got ready to climb down when he spied
Lucy on the roof as well. She was staring up at the moon giving Lincoln an idea
that brought a mischievous grin to his face. He slowly walked towards her,
being sure to remain completely silent. His moment came with a rush of summer
midnight air that rustled all the trees, distracting the little black haired
girl as her brother wrapped his arms around her and jumped off of the roof.
He could feel her tense in his arms and could have sworn she was about to
scream when his feet hit the ground. He rolled on his shoulder and let go of
Lucy once he was kneeling. She spun a little as she recovered from the shock
and stared back at him. He got up and patted her head, “Just making sure you
were awake.” 
“I am always awake Lincoln, even as this body rests, my spirit wanders an
eternal plane from which no rest can be found.” She said with a sigh.
Lincoln chuckled and walked with her, “If you say so, sis. But for a cold
creature of the night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt your heart beat that hard
before.”
He couldn’t see her begin to blush at his last statement, but she wasn’t
talking anymore. He chose to leave things be for now as he saw Lori come out
holding a sleeping Lisa.
 
As the older Louds came back they gave everyone directions to the manor to make
sure they didn’t get lost while they brought the van and everyone’s bags to the
manor ahead of them.
“Hey, Linc. Go grab the twins for me; we need to get everyone to the manor
before it gets too late.” Lori said, the exhaustion as clear in her voice as it
was on her face.
Lincoln grabbed Lynn and each of them carried a twin. He looked around for Lily
to see that Leni was cradling her with half closed eyes as she wandered up the
trail with Lori. Luan and Luna were continuing their duet as they strolled up
the path. He noticed Lucy was with Lori, but couldn’t see her now.
He assumed she went to the manor already and focused on keeping Lola asleep and
enjoying the night air.
Meanwhile with Lucy…
She had disappeared from sight when Lori looked back to make sure everyone was
in tow. She didn’t look it, but Lucy was rather athletic, being able to run
even faster than Lynn when necessary.
She darted ahead of her family to clear her mind as she wandered the dimly lit
trail to the ominous building in the distance. She couldn’t believe that
Lincoln was able to get the drop on her, but she was lucky that he didn’t hear
the poems she was reciting tonight.
She had been in a strange mood lately, ever since she saw the image of a
vampire lying naked with a woman, she began to have odd thoughts. Thought about
being that woman, about how it would feel to be taken completely by some dark
and sinful force.
Her poems now began to reflect it as she read more into something called “dark
fantasy” erotica. She began to blush even harder at the thought of Lincoln
hearing her depraved thoughts. There was a strange mix of fear and excitement
in the thought, the same feeling as when he grabbed her and jumped off the
roof, it made her feel like she’d have a heart attack.
She now had two missions while she was here, to learn about her family’s
secrets and to explore this strange feeling she got around Lincoln.
While she was lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice she reached the
manor until she almost walked face first into the door.
She opened the large wooden doors, delighting in how it creaked loudly as it
swung open, echoing throughout the halls of the old building. This kind of
place was a dream come true for Lucy, being filled with the perfect atmosphere
for her dark hobbies. But before she could start on her new journey and in
spite the act she put up around her brother, she was as exhausted as everyone
else.
Rita showed her to her room, a decently sized one that seemed to be somewhat
clean of dust and cobwebs on the second floor. The manor was more than large
enough with plenty of rooms already made as bedrooms that everyone could have a
room to themselves. She didn’t have time to revel in the beautiful atmosphere
as she flopped onto the large bed and drifted off to sleep as she heard the
doors begin to creak open again bringing one final smile to her lips before
being claimed by slumber.
Back with Lincoln…
He walked through the large doors into a large entry hall that led into a
massive foyer. Their bags decorated the entry hall mixing backpacks and duffle
bags with old paintings of family members and copper coat and hat racks. He and
Lynn walked up the stairs to the second floor of the massive room and followed
it back to a large series of halls littered with random doors.
He walked with Lynn to the rooms where the twins would be staying and laid Lola
down, watching her cuddle a pillow before closing the door behind him. He and
Lynn high-fived before parting ways and finding their respective rooms. His was
at the back of the second floor, next to another pair of double doors. He
grabbed his backpack and sauntered over to the room, opening it to find an open
window letting fresh summer air into the room as the moonlit up what the small
lamp in the corner didn’t. He had a massive bed to himself, which was all he
cared about at the moment. He hesitated for a moment, remembering his
experience with the lodge's furniture, but threw caution to the wind, valuing
some well-needed sleep over cleanliness. He quickly sunk into slumber just as
easily as he sunk into the pillow mattress, managing to grab a nearby blanket
and bun-bun before losing all consciousness.
In the morning…
As the morning rays shone over the mountain, Lincoln found himself slowly
crawling out of bed and landing on the floor with a thud and a groan. He got up
slowly and stretched before covering his nose my being greeted by his own body
odor after the long trip. It was only then with a full bladder and stinky pits
that he realized, “Oh crap, I don’t know where the bathroom is!”
He stumbled out of his room feeling the dusty wooden floor under his bare feet
as he began to wander the halls. He didn’t quite get a sense of scale for the
manor until now, with the large network of halls that made up the second floor.
He tried to be as careful as possible as he peeked through each squeaky door.
After searching for a few minutes and possibly waking up Luna, he wandered out
to the foyer and down the stairs to find Lynn, wandering just like him. Their
eyes met and Lincoln looked around before asking, “Bathroom?”
Lynn shrugged and kept walking around, “I didn’t find squat on the second
floor, but there’s gotta be one around here somewhere, right?” She said with an
exasperated tone.
Lincoln nodded as the pair continued to search for a washroom of any kind. They
found a set of stairs leading to a large, empty room with large sinks and
counter tops with hooks dangling from the ceiling in the back of it. They spied
a bathroom in the front of the room, but Lynn was faster than Lincoln as she
dashed into it with a celebratory “woot!”
Lincoln was willing to wait for his sister, but his body wasn’t able to keep up
as he was about to burst. He looked around frantically before spotting one of
the sinks and thinking for a moment to himself. The internal argument didn’t
last long as he rushed over to the substitute urinal and let out a long sigh as
he felt himself getting lighter.
As he zipped up his pants, he stretched again feeling ready to face the morning
before turning to see a stunned Lucy in the doorway. His blood ran cold as he
saw her frozen where she stood. He went to speak to her, but she dodged into
the room and out of the doorway as Luna descended the stairs behind her, still
rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
 
“Please tell me you bros found a can in this joint—“ she stopped when she saw a
relieved Lynn exit the small room before slipping in behind her with her own
celebratory “WOOT!”.
Lynn looked over to Lincoln, “Well, I was going to say it’s all yours but—“
“No worries, Lincoln was just looking for it to make sure we knew where to go”
Lucy said with her stony expression.
Lynn looked between the two for a moment before shrugging, “Whatever, thanks
for the help then, Linc. I’m gonna see if there’s any food in this place.”
Lincoln waited for Lynn to leave before swallowing the lump in his throat and
looking back towards Lucy.
She darted over to him in an instant and got on her tip toes to whisper in his
ear, “I won’t tell, but remember. You owe me for this, big bro.”
The way she phrased it seemed strange to him as he nodded and ducked out of the
room.
He disappeared up the stairs as a smile touched Lucy’s lips. She had never
actually seen a boy’s private before and was surprised at how big Lincoln
looked as he hung his length over the edge of the sink. The thoughts of her
fantasies returned in full force as she caught herself licking her lips.
She was pulled from her mind as she heard Luna walk out with a satisfied smile
as she strolled up the stairs. She would have to keep a close eye on him to see
what else he does today.
Upstairs…
As the rest of the family gradually found themselves in the foyer, the parent
came out last, going over to a set of large bathrooms near the entry hall. As
they disappeared behind the door a set of audible slaps could be heard by Lynn
and Lincoln with their hands over their foreheads.
The day began with the parents leaving for the town to pick up food for the
family to sustain them past the breakfast bars they brought for the morning.
After they left, Albert came out of his room running, flipping himself over the
railing of the second floor and shoulder rolling once he hit the ground. He
stood up, laughing, “HAHA, I’ve still got it, kiddos.”
The kids gave a series of golf claps as Luan lifted up a card with a 10 on it.
Albert began showing the kids the whole of the manor,” Through these door in
the back, we have the main dining hall; the bedrooms are above it on the second
floor. Through the door on the right there’s an old ball room with viewing
decks and eating areas on the second and third floors overlooking it. To the
left there’s the main kitchen. The basement is mostly a local storehouse for
the manor with its own larder and grain storehouse with even a small stable in
it that has a ramp leading out of the side of the manor. The second floor has
the bedrooms, along with a few bathrooms, with a drawing and tea room to the
rights and the viewing decks to the right. The third floor has rooms that used
to be dedicated to the family members that lived here before. There’s probably
a bunch of their old stuff in there. Finally, on the roof there’s dining areas,
an observatory with a small lab and library in it, along with a small rooftop
garden at the back of it.”
 
Each of the children’s faces began to light up as they saw just what this
massive forgotten place had in store for them.
They first headed north from the manor up the trail that led to the garden, and
even though it was overgrown, many of the original plants were still alive and
well with a certain magical majesty  still in the air of the winding paths of
cobblestone leading to a large greenhouse that was too dirty to see into.
They headed down the trail to see the other areas of the grounds. Exploring the
nearby clearing that had what looked like a small neighborhood built on it. Old
wooden houses in various states of disrepair decorated the field in three cul-
de-sacs with a main building standing at the front of it all nearest to the
trail.
The Lake was bigger than any of them had thought, being unable to even see the
forest trail on the far side of it. There were a couple of shacks with a few
small boats beside them, and a fishing dock wrapping around a small portion of
the lake’s bank. 
The farm was completely overgrown with weeds from not being used in so long,
with the farmhouse overlooking it, the mill, and the barn. They went further
back to see the orchards and the vineyards that still seemed to be functioning
well despite being left alone for so long.
The larders and storehouses were cleaned out, leaving the massive underground
stage chambers to serve a nothing more than an echo chamber. 
They finally ended back at the stables and the welcome lodge to find the van
pulling in through an enormous iron gate. They parked before stepping out and
opening the doors to reveal a metric ton of groceries. Everyone began hauling
the goods back to the manor, finding that Albert had done what he could in the
couple of weeks he had before they arrived to update the old place. He put
coolers in the manor’s larder dusted some of the rooms to the best of his
ability, hauled gallons of water to be stored for baths and brought in a couple
of portable generators to keep some better lights in the manor running. 
As they got everything stored, the met up for the official family meeting in
the foyer, letting Rita take center stage as she delegated everyone’s
missions. 
Rita cleared her throat, “ Alright Loud family, here’s what I need from
everyone.”
She began pointing to each of her children in succession, “Lori, I need you to
work with Pop-pop and help him to get the manor cleaned up. 
Leni, I need you to work with us to figure out new décor for the grounds. 
Luna, I need you to work on getting this place some power, we’ll work out the
details at lunch. 
Luan, I need you to help with cooking, making sure everything gets used
properly and that none of it goes to waste. 
Lynn, I need help Lana with structural repairs for the grounds. 
Lincoln, I need you to go through and make a list of necessary repairs for each
of the areas of the grounds. Well decide our next missions based on your
findings. 
Lucy, I need you keep watch over the others and if anything happens, you tell
me immediately. 
Lola, I want you to work with Leni in fixing the aesthetics of the manor before
moving on to the rest of the grounds.
Lana, I need you to handle the structural repairs with Lynn and later I want
you to work with Luna to get other plumbing, water, HVAC and electrical systems
running in the grounds. 
Lisa, I want you to see what we can do about preventing the grounds from
decaying further and to work with Luna and Lana to make sure everything
operates as well as it possibly can. 
Hon, I need you to keep an eye on Lily while I run out to get all the paperwork
signed for the permits and contracts and get materials with the girls.”
She finished with a deep breath and clapped her hands, “Everyone got it?”
The Louds stood up and saluted her before dispersing. They all began to head
either towards Albert or the door when they were stopped by a yell.
“WAIT!” Rita boomed, loud enough that it echoed throughout the manor and some
birds scattered from the nearby trees.
“Before any of that, all of you, get cleaned up. It smells like a locker-room
in here.” She said, waving a hand in front of her nose.
Albert chimed in, “There are three full bathrooms upstairs and a couple more of
the third floor. First come, first serve.”
The kids then scurried up the stairs, some of them trying to remember the rooms
they slept in before rushing to one of the bathrooms and finding that the taps
yielded nothing.
An echoed yell from Albert came from below, “You have to boil the water in the
basement and pump it up the upper rooms!” 
A groan echoed in return as the kids rushed to the basement to find they needed
to start wood fires o boil the water. Lori almost screamed, “This place is
literally stuck in the stone age!”
Lana and Luna overtook her and began stuffing the furnaces as Luan lit the
fires and operated a large set of bellows that blew into all of them.
Lynn and Lincoln were hauling the gallons of water over so that they could be
put into pots while Leni scoured the store rooms and found some hidden soap. 
Lori began priming the pumps under Lisa’s instruction while Lisa checked every
water valve on the way to the bathrooms to make sure there were no further
hiccups.
Albert saw Rita off before coming down to check on the kids, his face was
struck with surprise as a delighted smile lit up his face.
He mumbled under his breath, “They work better together than any crew I’ve ever
worked with in my life; this place is in good hands. I’m sure they’d be proud
to know how the family’s grown since their day.”
After some baths…
They all got into some clothes more befitting their environment with Lori
favoring some jorts with a low-cut red flannel shirt. Leni wearing a loose
canvas colored blouse and a set of jorts like Lori. Luna was wearing skinny
jeans with an old Metallica shirt and work gloves along with a tool belt. Luan
was wearing a chef’s smock and yellow capris. Lincoln was wearing an orange
flannel shirt with a tank top underneath and a pair of dark jeans. Lucy wore a
pair of pants under her signature black dress and for the first time, she was
wearing running shoes instead of her usual flats. Lola had her hair tied up
with a red and white spotted neckerchief and wore a pair of overalls similar to
Lana’s. Lana wore a long sleeved red shirt under her overalls with a pair of
work gloves and a tool belt. Lisa wore a pair of boots and coveralls, her
glasses being protected by goggles.
They all set out to start their jobs to get a rough understanding of the sheer
scale of the project they were working on. The most excited of them all being
Lincoln and Lucy.
Lincoln was beyond psyched for this new adventure and the opportunity to
explore his ancestral home.
Lucy was just as excited, but for a few more reasons. Being one of the most
observant children in the bunch, she had already noticed a slew of secrets
during their tour.
There seemed to be hidden rooms throughout the manor, with a system like the
vents at home going throughout the building. The buildings nearby seems to be
built be different generations based on the style in which they were built and
the state of decay they were in. In the forest trail between the lake and the
garden, there was a hidden path that she could see leading deeper into the
forest. There also seemed to be a small trial that continued around the lake
and let to another hidden place. The farmhouse was much bigger than she would
have thought and she could have sworn she saw a woman in the window when they
passed by it. She also spotted a series of markings at the back of the
storehouses, with what looked like a few doors set into the floor near them.
She wasn’t one for squealing, but since no one was around, she began to skip
down the trail filled with glee at the wonderland of mystery she had found,
giggling to herself.
Her speed led her down to the stables quicker than she anticipated, attributing
her increased speed to the fact she was wearing proper footwear for the
exercise for once.
She hopped on top of the welcome lodge, crouched down and waited for Lincoln to
arrive, knowing that he’d be the only one other than Luan to do some actual
work today. 
As she saw his orange form jogging down the trail with a smile on his face, she
knew that in that moment, they were exactly the same. And she couldn’t wait to
start exploring the grounds with him, but decided to hang back, making sure to
not to give Lincoln the feeling she’s hanging over him.
She lay down on the roof so that he wouldn’t see her as he took a break to
stretch in front of the stables. She closed her eyes and focused on him, she
could hear his breath, his mutterings about how he kind of wished there were
some horses still around to make use of the stables before walking into the
lodge to explore it properly.
In the town…
Rita pulled up to the town hall and went in to sort out the permits she’d need
to restore the grounds and found that as soon as she mentioned the manor, the
gazes went wide with surprise that someone owned the place.
After she proved that she was working with the current owner, a record keeper
for the town approached her with the permits handing them to her with a kind
smile, “I thought I’d never see a family return to that place after the history
it’s had.” He said with a gentle and tired voice.
Rita gave him a puzzled look, causing him to shake his head, “you should
probably learn about the place you’re staying in, It used to belong to an old
family, and they were the life of this town. The members of that family kept a
quite home here while they managed various projects and pursuits around the
country.”
Rita was signing the permits when she finally thought to ask,” What was the
name of the family that originally owned the place?”
The man was surprised at her question,” you don’t know why it’s called ‘Loud
Mountain’? It was originally owned by an old and vast family. Your family, the
Loud family.”
Rita couldn’t even begin to understand her family’s true history, but her
children were about to begin unraveling the story that spanned back over 200
years.
 
End Note:
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first commission fic, “The Loud
Mountain” This is the first in a five-part saga that I was commissioned for,
but I may very well pursue this story beyond the commission as it has a really
interesting premise that I want to thoroughly explore. Look forward to the
following chapters, coming very soon.
***** Loud Mountain, Chapter 2: Scratching the surface *****
Loud Mountain, Chapter 2: Scratching the surface
As Lincoln opened the door to the lodge once more, He felt a new sense of
control and curiosity fill him. This was his time to shine, to fully exercise
his investigative abilities to help make their new home as amazing as possible
as well as learn his family’s lost history.
He looked over to a desk near the door that had a lantern on it last night and
started there. The desk had a drawer containing a ledger with dates, names,
objects, and amounts.
“Bartholomew Davis: Fillington Delivery Co.: June,16,1835: Grain, 5T.
Barley,50lb. Beef,80lb. Potatoes,60lb. : Lawrence Loud.
As Lincoln scoured the ledger, finding similar entries going for the next
several years, the gears spun in his head. “This lodge must have been like a
check point for things they ordered for the manor before having them delivered
to other places on the grounds. Looks like one member of the family did this
job for every generation, going until about the 1950’s. Wait….Lawrence….LOUD!?”
Lincoln was struck with surprise seeing that all of the family members on the
ledger had the same name…Loud.
He scratched his head before setting the ledger back down and looking around
the rest of the lodge. He noticed that the paintings in the walls had extremely
old pictures.
One showed the manor while it was in the final stages of its construction, with
a semi-completed roof and a large family standing in front of it. Another
showed the manor with more of the forest cleared in the background, making it
look more like it did in the present, but this had a completely different, yet
equally large family in front of it. Another showed the manor with an
observatory on the roof, with yet another different large family in front of
it. This continued for several more portraits until there were too many faces
to keep track of.
All of these painting had one common thread, their titles. Each of their
plaques read “The Loud Legacy: Circa” and then the year the painting was made.
He looked at the room as a whole once more and noticed a series of chairs with
a table in the center, a bar off to the corner next to the liquor cabinet and a
writing desk on the adjacent corner.
He realized that this was likely a meeting area for business deals, and walked
over to the writing desk. He found it cluttered with old receipts and
documents, signed by the same family members as the ledger.
He gave the whole lodge another look, taking note of the solid structure of the
building and that it only has some bad dust and worn furniture before leaving
it to look at the stables.
Lucy heard him leave and carefully got down from the roof before sprinting to
the tree line of the forest to observe him from afar.
Lincoln looked over the stables, finding it to be in a much worse condition
that the lodge, with the wood splintering and being eaten by termites. He saw a
horseshoe embedded in the wood and sighed, “And that was probably Lynn’s doing.
This place will probably have to be torn down to make room for something like a
garage.”
He walked over and yanked the stray metal out of its wooden prison, and looked
at it, surprised by how heavy it was. He turned it over to find a set of spikes
that looked well-worn along with a set of strange symbols engraved into the
shoe between each spike. He sketched the shoe and symbols in his notebook
before tossing it into the bucket it was taken from and walking off.
After Lincoln had walked far enough down the path, she bolted over to the lodge
with a large sack, looking around and grabbing the ledger as well as one of the
old liquor bottles before rushing out to the stables and grabbing a horseshoe
and stuffing all of them into the bag and placing it on the roof. She was going
to need all the historical data she could get if she was going to fully
research their new home the best way she knew how.
Back with Lincoln…
He had reached the storehouses and upon closing himself in, he found that the
door was the only light source the place had since the lamps were out of fuel.
But as he went to grab his flashlight he noticed the room started to become
brighter. He looked up and saw a glowing blue trail start to form on the
ceiling going from the door and following a strange pattern before ending at
the far corner of the room.
He carefully walked over under the minimal light and saw that the glowing trail
light up five strange markings that went deep into the stone, one was a diamond
shape, another was an upside down triangle, one was a star, one was a heart,
and the final one was in the shape of a chalice. He used his flashlight to see
what he was writing as he took note of all the oddities in the room before
scanning the room for any structural damages.
He took his final notes about the massive stone room, noting only a few small
cracks in the plaster before walking back out.
“Oh man, I need to check this place out again when it's dark. Lisa might like
to know that someone here knew how to use bioluminescent materials. Those
looked something like keyholes…I wonder if I can’t find the keys. Heh, or maybe
Leni could pick them.”
Lucy watched him walk away before darting into the room and gasping at the
glowing trail. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small beaker,
collecting a sample of it before taking her treasure trove with her once more
as she hid it and watched for Lincoln to enter the next area. She had
goosebumps for the past two hours at all the strange things she was finding.
She was certain that something strange was going on and couldn’t wait to
investigate further, but tempered herself remembering her secondary goal as he
disappeared around the bend of the trail.
Meanwhile, back at the manor…
Luan was successfully balancing three different cooking stations while making
sure that a large tank of water was kept at simmering heat for the night's
baths. While she danced between the different stoves and ovens, she couldn’t
help but giggle to herself. No one really noticed how often she cooked for her
pranks, and the only thing she loved more than the payoff was the preparation.
Putting effort into small details and having the patience for the perfect
moment to act was her true talent. As the smell of a freshly baked pie began to
waft through the kitchen, she paused for a moment as her eyes rolled back and
her knees trembled as she drank in the sweet scent that her meticulous labors
produced. Lunch would be ready soon and she could hardly wait to see them dig
in.
Luna, Lynn and Lana, were walking around the outside of the manor, looking for
any major structural issue with the building, but finding none.
Lana scratched her head, “Something’s not adding up here. This place has been
left along for a REALLY long time, but the outside of the place looks fine.”
“Yeah”, Lynn added, smacking the outer wall of the manor with her fist, “This
place is ridiculously strong, it’s like a castle or something.”
Luna looked up at the roof, “you dudes saw the fricken observatory up there,
this place has to be ridiculously strong to support all of that weight.”
They walked up to the roof and walked to one of the corners, when their eyes
went wide. The corners of the building were made up of the stripped logs of
seven trees arranged in a hexagon, with the spaces in-between filled in with
metal.
Lana wiped her hand across the cornerstone, “Holy cow, This thing is
unbelievable, how did they get all the metal to fill all of this in? Is all of
the manor like this? No wonder it hasn’t fallen.”
Lynn stretched her arms above her head, “Welp, guess we only need to throw a
fresh coat of paint on the place and call it a day for this.”
Luna knelt down and scraped some of the bark and showed it to Lana, both of
them having a puzzled expression, “Uh, dudes, the wood is still alive, this
bark is still fresh and everything. It’s like the trees were shaped into the
house or something.”
As the three sisters continued to look around the strange building, Lori, Leni
and Lana were on the second floor with Albert, gradually cleaning the rooms on
the second floor. They had gathered a metric ton of dust and cobwebs before
taking a small break while Albert hauled it all outside.
Lori flopped onto one of the bed, “Good lord, this is literally more work than
I’ve ever done before in my life. I guess it’s worth it though if we wind up
getting this sweet place.”
Leni looked out a window, breathing in the fresh summer air, “I dunno, sis. I
think it’ll take like, a lot more work before this is the dream place we want.
It doesn’t even have a washing machine yet.”
Lana rested against a chair, sighing,” True, plus we still need to get
electricity and running water in this place. We’re living like cavemen right
now, and I do NOT do pelts, not in this summer heat.”
“I dunno, I think you could, like totally pull it off if we got some nice faux
fur and made a skirt and crop top for you.” Leni giggled, half joking.
Lana thought about it for a moment before the chair slid from her leaning and
she landed face first on the floor, “…Not one word”
Lisa was up in the observatory, wandering around in amazement as the setup she
was given to work with. She had already investigated the exterior and interior
for decay, which she found none. This raised several questions when she
remembered there was a lab on the roof. The observatory itself was impressive
enough, needing only a good cleaning of the telescope lenses before it could be
used again. But it paled in comparison to the lab proper. She tried to open the
door at the back of the observatory, but found it wouldn’t budge. She looked
around and saw a metal valve on the wall nearby. After jumping to grab on and
trying to pull herself back to the ground be yanking on the wheel, she finally
got it to loosen.
A hissing sound came from the door as it depressurized, surprising Lisa. “To
think that this old place maintained a lab, and not only that, but kept a
vacuum seal on the place when it wasn’t in use. Whoever owned this place knew
their procedures.”
She slowly pried open the steel door to find a spotless lab that looked like
she was teleported through time.
Everything from the reinforced leather hazmat suits, the veritable library of
aged chemicals and miscellaneous ingredients to the large clean metal
workbenches that look properly optimized for a wide range of live experiments.
Toward the back she looked up to see a library with a series of small walkways
and ladders that went up the tall walls to match the height of the observatory
behind her.
Next to her, she found a large wooden cabinet, locked behind a large stone lock
with an upside down triangle on it. She pulled out a tape recorder and clicked
in the record button.
“Lisa Loud, Loud Mountain, Loud Manor, laboratory, 5/4/17. Premises retains a
staggering amount of stability from a seemingly unknown source. The maintenance
of the premises may be linked to the information contained in a secured on-site
laboratory. Must conduct further investigation to confirm or deny such
hypotheses, stand by for updates.”
She clicked the stop button and slid the recorder back into a pocket before
leaving the lab, closing the door behind her and going to the valve to re-
secure the lab and preserve its condition. Next to the valve, she noticed a
panel of the wall had swung out like a small door to reveal a metal lever. She
reached up to pull it down, and upon hearing it click into place, felt the
walls shiver slightly as she heard another hissing sound.
She looked over to see the door sinking in slightly to become flush with the
doorway. And a few seconds, the hissing stopped and the lab was as she had left
it, in a vacuum seal.
She made her way back down to the foyer, it would be lunch time soon, and she
would need all of her strength for what was to come.
As Lisa made her way back down, Lynn Sr. had his eye on Lily as she crawled
around the large dining room and he got it cleaned and ready for the coming
meal.
He wiped his brow, “Whew, you ever think that just like people can be happy
that they are needed, that houses are happy when a family stays in them? Like
it feels what the family feels? I always used to wonder that when I was a kid,
alot of times it sounded like my house was alive. Like how there would always
be something that was just perfect that the house had, and that it did it for
the people in it.”
He looked over to see Lily walking around and giggling as she walked in circles
or in some random path in the room.
“Heh, probably not.” He shrugged as he struggled to get the ridiculously sized
tablecloth set.
Back with Lincoln…
His stomach gave a low growl as he reached the farm. The light morning meal
wasn’t going to last him much longer. He decided to head back after he
investigated this place.
As he passed through the wooden gate to the dirt trail for the farms, he looked
up at the large farmhouse. It was much bigger than he would have thought,
reaching up two stories with a large roof and looking to have a great deal of
room inside.
“Did they hire farmers that weren’t part of the family? Why else would they
have this big of a building?” He scratched his head as he walked up to the
door. He found a large stone lock on it, with a symbol of a diamond on it.
“Another lock, are all of them made of stone…let’s see about that.” He looked
around and saw an old axe covered in rust. He shrugged his arms, “Worth a
shot.” He said before picking it up and lining it up with the lock. He put the
axe over his shoulder and swung it as hard as he could.
A sudden shock sparked as the axe hit the lock, turning the handle into
matchwood as the axe head fell onto the deck.
After checking his hands for any splinters, he looked over the lock to see it
was perfectly fine, but the axe head had a sizeable dent in it.
“Okay, key it is then. Great” he huffed as he took note of the building. It
wasn’t in perfect condition, but it was still solid, with some wood rot
creeping up the sides of the building. He saw a couple of windows were cracked,
but none were broken, and he wasn’t about to risk a fall to get into a place he
might not be able to get out of.
He left the farmhouse alone for now, turning his attention instead the old barn
that was on the other side of the dead and overgrown fields.
He made his way over, noting that of all the buildings he saw so far, this one
actually reflected its age. It looked as though it were about to fall over,
with several extra supports being added to the sides to prevent it from falling
over.
He contemplated just marking it for removal when he saw a light in the upper
floor of the barn. He tried to get a closer look, but couldn’t get a decent
vantage point. He swallowed hard and entered the barn, hoping Lucy was watching
in case anything went wrong.
The place was decrepit, but still looked like it might support his weight if he
climbed up the ladder. He stepped through the dead hay and eyed the ladder
carefully. It looked new, oddly enough. And as he climbed up the ladder, he
found that the loft of the barn had rugs covering most of the floor. A couch
and chair were hauled up into it, along with an old TV and some boxes. There
was a cooler with a small AC unit attached to it, and everything was hooked up
to a battery that had a wire going up to the roof.
He took his notes, before looking in the boxes. There were old movies and
gaming stations with all of their accessories. His jaw dropped at the treasure
trove before him. He made a note to return later to take advantage of the place
before leaving.
He kept heading back, finding smaller barns and houses for the livestock. He
approached the houses; but felt something strange about them, like a monster
was in them. He was about to turn away from it when he remembered.
“That’s right, if you can’t do it yourself, get someone you trust to help you.
And no one has your back like family… LUCY!”
A shadow popped up right next to him in an instant, groaning, “You didn’t have
to shout, I have been following you since you left.”
He rolled his eyes, “That sounds about right. Hey, I need your help checking
these out, this one’s giving me a bad feeling.”
Lucy simply nodded before walking towards the houses, with Lincoln quickly
catching up to her. They both walked up to the houses, finding that the feeling
was coming from the largest of the henhouses. They inched closer, finding that
they became more scared they closer they got. Lincoln felt something touch his
hand, and he instinctively held on to it. Lucy focused on the feeling her hand,
feeling a little safer knowing that he was there with her.
They steeled their nerves and walked closer, but stopped as they saw a pair of
glowing eyes from inside the small dark house.
Lincoln squeezed his little sister’s hand, “Lucy, I want you to run and get out
of here, get the others let’s take care of this after lunch.”
She squeezed his hand, “I’m not leaving you for dead, we’ll leave together and
come back together, with the others.”
Their eyes snapped forward as they saw a twisted smile in the darkness as it
let out a raspy voice, “Whichever path you choose, you are at least smart
enough to know you can’t win. Go, leave, and come back when you are prepared.”
They nodded before Lucy put a death grip on his hand; “Hold on tight” was all
she said as she bolted away, dragging Lincoln with her. He struggled to keep up
with her, almost tripping several times as she escaped the place. She stopped
at the main trail, giving them both a breather.
As soon as Lincoln could claw air back into his burning lungs, he screamed,
“What the FUCK was THAT!?”
He was still hyperventilating while Lucy gasped, “I…I think that was a wraith…a
dark spirit that inhabits a place of rest .”
“Why is it here?” he said, still reeling from the encounter.
Lucy stood up straight and looked back at the farm, “I don’t know. Like most of
this place, it’s a mystery.”
Lincoln was finding his lungs and trying to get his heart out of his throat
when he noticed that Lucy’s hands were shaking. He walked over and wrapped his
arms around her, and hugging her close. She felt her arms around his shoulders
as she buried her face in his neck. He began stroking her midnight hair,
whispering in her ear, “It’s okay, sis. We’re okay. Let’s go back, we’ll get
some of the others and go back once we’re ready…you’re sure that’s what it is?”
Lucy was released from his embrace as she wiped her face with her sleeve, “I’m
not sure, but I think it could have been a wraith. If we’re taking it down,
we’ll need some salt, a lot, actually, and oils and silver or gold.”
They agreed on getting some proper assistance and taking that thing on
tomorrow. But for now, they needed to get some food.
The pair made their way back and Lincoln felt his hand intertwine with Lucy’s
once more. She squeezed him gently, “Thank you”
He smiled at her, “Thank you too, Luce”
Back at the manor…
The children started gathering into the freshly prepped dining room as the
smell of freshly cooked food started wafting into the room, causing a choir of
moans to come from all present.
A shout came through the door, “Quit standing around like a bunch of jive
turkeys and help me with the food!”
A sweaty Luan burst through the kitchen doors with large platters in each hand.
She set them down on the table before grabbing Lori and Luna by the arms and
pulling them into the kitchen with her. They came out moments later with the
rest of the food. A large spread of freshly cooked beef short rib with shitake
mushrooms, sided with a small bowl of jambalaya along with large pitchers of
sweet blackberry iced tea were set along the table.
The kids were all washing their hands when Rita walked through the door, with a
large envelope in her hand. She tossed it on a nearby table before joining her
children. They all took a seat, save for Luan, who was feeding Lily.
They all dug in and the meal passed with little idle chat before everyone
thanked Luan for the meal. Luna, Lana, and Lynn joined Luan in the kitchen for
dishes while Lori, Leni, and Lola went back up for cleaning detail with Albert.
Lynn Sr. took Lily and went to the ball room to start cleaning it. Rita joined
the girls in the kitchen to discuss their next step.
She helped to dry dishes while she spoke, “I got ahold of all the permits, so
tomorrow I’ll need you girls to work with your father and pop-pop to get
contracts for all the materials and equipment for installing the new systems in
the manor. Lincoln should have a full report on the grounds by the end of
tomorrow, so we can start working on that after we get the manor in working
order.”
They all nodded in agreement before finishing the cleaning, leaving Luan to
prep the next meal while the others dispersed to investigate the manor further.
As they came out of the kitchen, Lincoln and Lucy came up to them. Lincoln
beckoned Luna closer, so she bent down to hear him.
“I need you to do me a favor, and find us either some silver or gold,
preferably crosses. We had a bit of a problem back at the farm and I’ll need
all of your help to get rid of it.” He carefully explained, in just above a
whisper.
She slowly nodded, “Sure bro, this oughta be good.”
He looked to his side to see Lucy emerge from the kitchen, giving him a thumbs
up.
“That should take care of the materials. I’ll look over the rest of the grounds
and we’ll meet up tomorrow evening. That should be the best time to take care
of this.” He said, with a determined look.
They parted ways as Luna rejoined the others upstairs and Lincoln went back out
with Lucy. They made their way back down to the lake and started investigating.
The place was mostly water, giving little to look into. The fishing shack was
slightly decrepit and the small boathouse was in decent condition, with
barnacles crawling up the posts of the house. The slowly rotting wood of the
shack hid nothing interesting, housing only old fishing rods, bait and tackle,
and some materials to repair the fishing boats.
When they looked on the side of the shack, they noticed one of the baits had
rotted completely, but one of them looked ancient, but was in perfect
condition. He jotted down a few more notes before walking up to the boathouse,
which was also locked, but this time with a star symbol. Remembering his last
experience, they decided to leave it for now and instead check the forest trail
that led to the garden.
The path was slightly over grown, but got worse as the path went on. As they
drew nearer to the garden, the forest around them became far thicker, until no
sunlight reached the ground. They arrived at the gate, finding it oddly clean
of the vines and weeds that had claimed the rest of the trail. Upon entering,
they found the garden’s cobblestone walkways to be completely clean, but the
flowers and plants had grown out of control. They continued forward to the
greenhouse, but found it locked by the heart lock.
“How many keys does this place have?” Lincoln groaned.
“Just the five, I think.” Lucy replied, looking up at the greenhouse.
“Well, after we get the initial report done, we really need to start working on
all of this crap. We have a bunch buildings locked off and a fricken monster in
a henhouse. We have a lot of work to do. “He said, mostly to himself.
They followed the trail back to the manor and went to their last stop, the
outbuildings.
They arrived at the front building, noting a large wooden fence with symbols
carved into the tops of the posts. They found the door unlocked and entered the
dark house. It was still in good condition, holding only a light layer of dust
on the surfaces of the large house. Its first floor had a few tables with
couches on either side with a long desk in the back of the room that was set in
front of five pairs of doors in an indentation on the wall with three facing
them and two set into the sides of the indentation. There were staircases on
either side of the room leading to an upper deck with a pair of large double
doors in the back.
Lincoln lit their way with his flashlight as they explored the place. There
were two small bathrooms, a small bedroom and a large bedroom that were through
doors off to the sides of the main room. The tables and the desk all had empty
oil lanterns. The floor cracked under their feet as they went behind the desk
to examine the doors. The three on the rear wall had different locks on them,
one was a crescent moon, another was an atomic symbol, and the last was a dog’s
head. The two sets of doors of doors to their sides were locked with the
chalice lock.
Lincolns eyes began to twitch with frustration as he took a deep breath, “Make
that EIGHT keys, great.”
Lucy grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his thoughts, “At least we have a
bigger mystery to solve, and we can do it together. Just think of the secrets
we’ll learn once we get through this.”
He looked over to his little sister, “Lucy…did….did you hear?”
She nodded in reply, “It bothers me too, I want to help, I want to know where
we came from, and maybe I won’t feel so empty or alone if we do.”
He pulled her into a hug, “Alright, Luce. Let’s give them our report so far and
keep investigating this place on our own until tomorrow night. We’ll help the
others get the rest of the manor cleaned up and see if there are any clues in
there.”
They broke from their embrace and began their trek back to the manor.
Back at the manor…
With the second floor’s bedrooms and bathrooms cleaned up, Lori, Leni, and Lola
went down to help Lynn Sr. get the last of the ball room cleaned up before
heading to the drawing and tea room as well as the ball room’s viewing decks.
Lincoln and Lucy walked through the doors and gave Rita their report. She was
slightly confused as they explained what they could without getting her
involved in the mystery. After that, they joined the sisters upstairs.
They found that most of the second floor was almost spotless, with the rooms
being tidied up as much as possible without a proper washing machine. They
walked into the tea room to find the other sisters ogling the cabinets full of
fine china and ornate tea sets along with the kitchenette with a cabinet full
of spices, herbs, and leaves for teas.
They got the tea room cleaned up, which went quickly with the extra hands,
before moving on to the drawing room. The room had a bunch of empty lanterns in
it with the doors closed and the curtains drawn. There were canvases and paper
tablets set onto easels in the corners of the room with a series of pillows and
sheets arranged in the center of the room.
There was a strange scent in the room, it set everyone in a strange mood, and
the girls began to shift awkwardly while Lincoln and Albert began to struggle
with their pants. Everyone in the room was beginning to blush as the room felt
like it was heating up. Lucy held her breath as she rushed to the back of the
room and threw the curtains back before flinging the doors open, causing a rush
of fresh air to flood the room.
Once everyone caught their breath and calmed down, they started carefully
cleaning the room up, Lincoln and Lucy both found that the lanterns had two
reservoirs, one for oil and another still had something in it, a strange violet
liquid. They both took a vial of it from the lanterns and hit them in their
pockets.
With the rooms cleaned out, they quickly cleaned up the viewing deck on the
second and third floors, noting that Lana would need to fix up the furniture
with Leni to make everything comfortable again. S they finished the last of the
cleaning, dinner was almost prepared.
They headed down and cleaned up before helping Luan to bring out the pots of
beef stew and platters of loaded baked potatoes with pitchers of milk and
water. With the table set, the family indulged themselves in Luan’s culinary
prowess.
Once the meal was finished, Lincoln gathered up the dishes, “hey, Luan gets the
first bath, she’s more than earned it for all the work she did today.”
No one was in a position to argue as Luan ruffled her little brother’s hair,
“Thanks, Linc. you’re really the apple of my eye, get it?” She said as she
tossed a red delicious to him, giggling as she hopped up the stairs.
It shined like a diamond as he stuck it in his mouth, looking like a stuck pig
as he freed up his hands to carry dishes. Luna, Lucy and Lynn helped him to
clean up the meal’s mess and add more water hot water to the tanks for their
baths.
Once they were finished, they all left to enjoy their free time until they sent
to bed. Lucy went and grabbed her back of treasures, which she hit in a small
cubby in the hidden vent system. Lincoln made sure that there was plenty of
water before walking back up to his room. He found fresh sheets and blankets on
his bed with an oil lantern ready to be lit with a box of matches next to it.
The sun hadn’t set yet, so he went up to the room to look at the sun as his set
behind the trees. When he got up there he found Lisa walking out of the
observatory, mumbling into her recorder. She was muttering something about
locks, and figured that there was another of the stone nightmares in there as
well. Despite the difficulties he was facing, Lincoln couldn’t help but be
excited; he had already seen so many new things and started working on a
mystery in his ancestral home in only one day.
“Speaking of secrets and mysteries…” he said, pulling out the vial in his
pocket. He popped the cork lid off of the small glass container and waved it
under his nose. A rush of warmth washed over him as he felt his lips, ears,
hands and groin start to tingle. He quickly stuffed the cork back into the vial
and took several deep breaths to get the effects out of his system. “Damn, this
stuff is strong.” He huffed as he slowed his breathing.
Lisa walked over to him, “And what are you doing with that? I doubt that
inhalation is a viable method of testing an unknown substance.”
“hmm?” He asked, looking down at her, “No, I think I know what this is, but I
don’t know how or why it was in the drawing room.”
He handed the vial to Lisa, who examined the liquid closely before repeating
the test Lincoln performed. As soon as the fumes hit her nose, she struggled to
stand. She quickly re-corked the bottle and tried not to drop it as she
steadied herself.
“Y-you…said you…found this in t-the…drawing room?” She stuttered as he handed
the vial back to her brother.
He nodded before slipping it back into his pocket.
“Interesting, I will have to obtain a sample and run some tests” she said,
wiping some drool from her chin.
Lincoln tried not to worry about the possible mess he may have just started as
he headed down to get a bath.
Once he was clean and in some fresh clothes, he realized how worn out he was
from the stressful day. He turned I for an early night and wrestled with
thoughts on how to find the keys as he drifted off to sleep.
Back at the farm…
The shadow in the henhouse drifted out of its dwelling, letting out a loud
screech. As the echoes rang out through the mountains, a few more shadows
appeared in front of the first one.
Its twisted smile return as it spoke with a growl, “He have intruders, they’ll
be coming to remove us soon, find a dwelling here for the night and let us
prepare for their slaughter.”
The group of dark clouds laughed as they spread out into the barns and pens,
sinking into the ground as they took their rest.
***** Loud Mountain, Chapter 3: Our home *****
Loud Mountain, Chapter 3: Our home
As Lincoln dreamt, he found himself in a large wooden chair with ornate
carvings in the middle of a large circular room with a cobblestone floor and a
pattern etched into it. He looked around but couldn’t see far into the wall of
darkness that obscured anything that was more than a few feet in front of him.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared in that darkness, then another, and yet
another. More pairs of eyes appeared until the darkness was full of them.
Lincoln was starting to sweat now as he worried what might happen next. The
eyes became faces that he had never seen before, and they started to float to
and fro as they started to hum in a strange song.
Another chair slid forward from the darkness until it was a few feet away from
Lincoln, facing him. A light that shone above him released one final shadow as
it descended closer to Lincoln. It came to rest on the other chair and took
form.
It transformed from bottom to top, revealing what looked like a 25-year-old man
with shiny black leather shoes, a full old-timey suit with gloved hands, and
ending with a soft, round pale face with a light grey beard and shoulder length
white hair. The man gave Lincoln a sly smile and stretched his arms out to his
sides, gesturing to himself.
“Lysander Loud, in the almost flesh.” He said with an equally sly tone, full of
pride and a mischievous glee. He extended his hand out to Lincoln, “And you
are?”
Lincoln eyes him carefully, “Lincoln Loud, how did I get here?” he replied as
he shook Lysander’s hand.
“Well I’ll be damned, we still live on, that’s a hoot.” He said with a chuckle.
He looked Lincoln dead in the eyes now.
“I’m a Loud that came from before, a long time ago if I had to guess. We
contacted you and a couple others and I’m letting you know the mess you just
got yourselves into.” His expression was softer now as he sat back in his
chair.
“Lyvia, my sister, left a few guardian spirits to ward off any intruders should
everything go to hell in a hand basket, which I can only guess it did.” He
looked at the wall of humming faces surrounding the two of them.
“You and Lucy are on the right track, but I’m afraid without the right
incantation you’ll have to get rid of those things the hard way, good thing
Lucy and Lyvia are kindred spirits, otherwise the entire concept of magic would
go right over your snow-capped head.” He finished with a smile.
His form started to become smokey again, “Looks like I’m not long for this
little encounter. Just remember that this is Loud Mountain, and you are a Loud.
This is your home, now prove it.”
And with that, he tapped Lincoln’s forehead, causing him to jolt awake in his
bed, covered in a thin film of sweat. He took a few minutes to calm himself
down, deciding to talk with Lucy about it after he got a morning bath out of
the way.
He grabbed his essentials and wandered out of his room to the nearest bathroom.
Having an actual lay of the land was nice as he didn’t have to aimlessly wander
this time. He walked over to the closest bathroom and walked in, wiping the
last of the sleep from his eyes. He opened them to see the small, pale, and
naked frame of Lucy sitting on the edge of the bathtub facing away from with
her arms covering her soft budding chest. She turned her head slightly, with a
blush covering her cheeks.
“If you could please stop staring, I’d like to take a bath now, unless of
course, you want to join me?” she said in a meek tone, trying to tear her eyes
away from the bulge in her brother’s underwear.
Likewise, Lincoln was almost captivated by how soft and full her butt looked
despite her young age, her lack dress hid an already developing figure of a
beautiful young lady.
Lincoln stammered, “U-uh, right…sorry, I thought I was the first one up.” And
turned to leave.
“Wait” her voice froze him in place, “Did you see her too?” She asked, her
words burning with curiosity.
“her? Wait…do you mean…what was her name?...Lyvia?” he struggled to remember.
“So you did?” She inquired.
“No, I met her brother, Lysander. He told me about the wraiths she left and
that we have to prove ourselves.” He recalled.
“She told me she forgot the incantation she used to conjure the guardians, so
we'll have to go with plan A. We’ll go at twilight, that’ll be when they’re
still weak, but the spells will be strong.” She explained.
“Alright, until then, we should keep an eye on them, just in case they try to
move before then.” He said as he walked out of the bathroom and shut the door
behind him
Lucy took a few minutes of deep breaths before sinking into the steaming tub.
She looked over at the pink vial that was with her clothes.
“Soon”, she thought to herself.
After breakfast…
The kids broke for the day’s jobs, with Lucy and Lincoln walking towards the
bard with a large bag in hand. With some effort, Lincoln had gotten himself,
Lucy and the bag into the loft of the barn without shitting himself as they
both realized there were more pairs of eyes coming from the animal houses and
pens.
They restocked the cooler with drinks and snacks and got comfortable as they
began waiting for twilight.
As Lincoln was about to sit down, he turned around to find Lucy had gone
missing. A moment of panic that she may have been taken was quickly quelled
when he saw her on the ground, walking towards the pens and houses.
He was about to have a heart attack as he jumped down from the loft and ran
towards her. Only to have her make a “stop” motion with her hand.
Lucy walked a few more steps before kneeling down and putting something in the
ground, then doing the same about 30 feet out on either side from the first
one.
Lincoln got a closer look and realized that they were crosses, and she was
sprinkling blessed salt around and in-between them before spritzing everything
with holy oils. She turned back to her brother with a small smile on her face,
clearly proud of her handiwork.
Lincoln gave a concerned look, “Will that really work?”
Lucy gave a sigh as she turned around and walked up to the line she had made,
looking directly into a pair of eyes in the pigpen.
“Our father who art..”
She was interrupted by a loud crash that moved faster than she could see, the
shock from it nearly knocking her over.
They both looked in amazement at the barrier of pale golden light that had
formed from the line she made, keeping the twisting shadow at bay.
Lucy reached into her dress and pulled out a sizeable cross and held into her
lips while she pressed a hand to the barrier, feeling a strange warmth envelope
her hand.
“Daemones incendimus” was all she said, but the shadow immediately burst into
flames, letting out a horrendous shriek as it fled from the barrier, retreating
back to the pigpen and sinking underground.
Lincoln could hardly believe what he was seeing, his little sister had just
stopped and repelled something that froze them with fear the day before.
She turned back again, slipping the cross back into her dress, and looking back
at him with a bigger smile this time, “Convinced yet?”
His mouth was agape as he nodded, he had never seen something so awesome up
close.
She walked past him, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the barn.
Once he was sure they were safe, he looked at her. “So, want to explain what
all THAT was?”
Lucy looked back over to the barrier, sighing, “I have been studying both sides
of the occult for years, learning all about how different cultures use magic
and how different kinds of magic work well against others. Those wraiths were
summoned as guardian spirits, so they’re bound to the land they were summoned
to. The church has its own rules of magic, and by turning the ground into
hallowed ground, I took the land from the wraiths. That barrier may as well be
a giant brick wall to them.”
She looked up to see Lincoln with his eyes closed, slowly nodding, “So…we’re
safe until twilight?”
She nodded in response, eliciting a small celebration from Lincoln as he got up
from the couch, “Awesome, because there’s a bunch of old games and movies from
when Pop-pop’s brother was staying here.”
She looked over to the old boxes as Lincoln began rummaging through them.
“No offense Lincoln, but I’m not really a fan of videogames.” She sighed.
Lincoln chuckled as he set up a PlayStation and popped Castlevania: symphony of
the night into it before losing it and booting it up.
“I think you’ll like this one.” He said as he sat back on the couch and let the
16-bit soundtrack ring out in the loft.
“Where to begin, Alucard.” He said with Lucy becoming intrigued by the world of
the game.
Hours later…
“Alright, now we’re in the long library, what now?” he said, looking over to
Lucy, who was holding a guidebook that they found they needed after about half
an hour of dying and wandering aimlessly.
Lincoln looked at his watch to find that it was almost lunch time, and they
began to wander back to the manor.
Lucy found herself staring at Lincoln more and more on the way back, causing
him to raise an eyebrow at her.
She wandered closer to him and wrapped an arm around his as they walked, “Hey,
do you think we could grow your hair out?”
A smile touched his lips, “Only if we can get Leni and Lola to make the outfit
I can really look the part.”
“It is good to see a non-insulting depiction of a vampire.” Lucy reflected.
“Oh, that reminds me, I think I saw a dvd with the complete series of something
called Hellsing, we might want to watch it, I think it has an Alucard too.” He
said looking up at the noontime sky as clouds began to roll in.
Lucy let out a contented sigh, “I’d like that, maybe after we clear a bit more
of Castlevania.”
After Lunch…back at the barn…
With a few more hours of Castlevania completed and Lincoln banging his head
against the wall known as Galamoth, Lincoln decided to give his brain a break
as he rummaged around in the boxes once more before laughing as he grabbed the
Hellsing disk and slid it into the dvd player.
After five minutes, they were both hooked.
Before the first episode ended, a storm began to rain down upon the grounds and
the pair found themselves called to by an afternoon nap.
Lincoln looked over to the barrier with a hint of concern when a pale hand
touched his chest.
“It’s okay, the barrier won’t disintegrate. I would have to remove it to make
it go away, or something really strong would have to break it.” Lucy reassured.
Lincoln took a deep breath before nodding and lying down on the couch, with
Lucy lying on top of him.
Lincoln closed his eyes, but couldn’t rest, worrying over what might happen if
something managed to break the barrier, all he could do was get Lucy out of
there and get her back to the manor.
As he continued to ponder over what he’s able to do with this whole mess, the
keys, the wraiths, and the phantoms were only adding to his sense of
helplessness as he was met with more and more challenged that he could never
overcome in his current state.
He was pulled from his thoughts as he realized that roughly an hour had passed
and Lucy was already deep sleep.
He sighed, wishing he could relax like she could, when he felt her shift on top
of him.
He thought she might be awake when he heard her begin to mumble, “Come on, just
be my Alucard, by silver haired king of the night.”
She must be having an interesting dream, he figured. Then she began to crawl
closer to his face.
“It’s alright; you don’t have to be afraid. I’ll always be yours, even if you
doubt me. I can feel my sins crawling on my back, but you grant be salvation in
an even deeper darkness.”
She had her arms around his neck now with her cheek resting against his chin.
“No matter what happens, I’ll be yours. You make me feel alive and make every
day worth living. So please stay with me…Lincy.”
Her last word sent a shockwave through him. He knew that the last few days had
certainly brought them closer, but he had no idea that she thought about him
like this. After his experiences with Ronnie Ann, he had no idea that love
could manifest itself in such a sweet and nonviolent way.
He was a little conflicted, he knew that he loved his sister, and that he’d
protect her at any cost. But, he’d do that for all of his sisters. There was
another feeling though, a sort of seizing, tingling feeling in his gut, similar
to how he felt when he was around Ms. DiMartino. This feeling was a little
different though, he felt comfortable around Lucy, he knew her better than
most, even better than most of the family.
He was still lost in thought when he felt a pair of warm lips again his chin.
In spite of the heat that was now spreading through him, he figured that she
was still in a dream, not noticing the blush that was spreading on her cheeks.
They both tried to stay perfectly still, trying not to let each other know that
they were awake, but their accelerating hearts betrayed any possibility of
stealth.
Lincoln finally took a deep breath, “Once we get rid of those things, want to
spend some time together…alone? I need ot talk to you about some stuff.”
He felt his little sister shift on top of him, “Okay…am I in trouble? I didn’t
mean to come on so strong.”
Lincoln cleared his throat, “No, no. It’s okay, I just want us to have some
time alone together to talk through this, I still have a lot to figure out
myself, so how about we find some place tomorrow?”
He felt her nod against his chest, then get up. She stretched wide before
putting her hands down, one of them landing over the crotch of his pants.
They both jumped a little at the sudden sensations before quickly getting off
of the couch and looking out the barn door.
It was late afternoon now, and they would need to head back for dinner soon.
Then they would need to prepare for the coming fight.
As the siblings awkwardly got their bearings, two pairs of eyes watched them
through a smoky window, invisible to the children.
On the other side was Lysander, lying on a large burgundy upholstered dark
walnut chesterfield sofa with a young woman lying on top of him.
She had pale skin with jet black hair that came to her shoulder blades with her
bangs covering her eyes. She wore a deep purple high-low dress with a silver
necklace bearing the symbol of the seal of Solomon.
The pair looked on at the children when Lysander ran his fingers through the
woman’s hair, parting her bangs to look into her brilliant blue eyes.
“Reminds you of the old days, doesn’t it?” He asked with a gentle smile.
She returned it and nodded, “Doesn’t help that they look exactly like us,
weren’t you surprised to see Lincoln?”
“It was like looking into a time warped mirror.” He chuckled.
“Looks like their hearts are awakening.” She said to herself.
“Hmm, but Lincoln…he hasn’t awakened yet. The other two have, but this whole
thing kinda hinges on him.” Lysander said, with a hint of concern in his voice.
The woman nuzzled into Lysander’s chest, “Leave them be, Sandy. They’ll be
fine, just give them time.”
“I know, I know. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. Now…where were
we, Lyvia my dear?” Lysander cooed looking down at his sister.
The pair shared a gentle kiss, gradually deepening as the window closed,
leaving the two in darkness once more.
Back at the manor…
Luna, Lynn and Lana went with Rita to the town to see if they could get orders
for materials for the grounds while Lori, Leni and Lola were with Lynn Sr.
investigating the underground level of the manor. Luan was still in the kitchen
today, baking pies and toffee bars. Lisa was tucked away in the lab again
today, but found that most of the tomes and encyclopedias had little locks on
them, and she had figured that the key was in the locked cabinet with the
strange lock on it.
She was about to ask Lincoln if he found anything when she remembered that no
one had entered the third floor yet.
She followed one of the stairways down and opened the door to the hallways of
the third floor.
She looked around, finding that the layout was almost the same as the second
floor, the main difference being that there were balconies on each side of the
house. The bathrooms were in the same place as well. But, instead of the floor
being filled with bedrooms, it was filled with rooms that housed the hobbies
and private passions of the previous residents. She began looking for a room
that might have belonged to the last scientist of the manor.
After opening doors leading to rooms related to fashion, the occult, animal
care, and other specialties, she finally entered a room containing metal tanks
and a cabinet of glass beakers with a messy desk full of folders and loose
papers and an armchair in the corner.
“Victory at last!” She exclaimed, rushing over to the desk, rummaging through
it.
She quickly grew more frustrated as she searched the room, finding it full of
distractions but missing her true prize.
Exasperated, she threw one of her very rare tantrums, collapsing on the floor
and pounding the ground with her small fists in frustration.
“What curse lies on this land that prevents me from attaining the hidden
knowledge of this place? Even after that accursed Lysippe tempted me with her
secrets.” Lisa moaned.
After huffing for a few more minutes, she looked forward to see an abandoned
lab coat under the armchair.
Desperate for any answers, she crawled forward. Reaching under the chair, she
pulled out the lab coat and got herself up. Searching the pockets, she left her
hand wrap around something. She opened her hand to find a small key, the key to
the library’s books.
While not being the key she wanted, it was certainly the key she needed. She
excitedly rushed back to the lab and locked herself in, grabbing an
encyclopedia off of one of the shelves and feeling an utter euphoria as she
heard the lock click open. The book was still in perfect condition and opened
with a large appendix of flora that she hadn’t even heard of. A wide grin
stretched across Lisa’s face as she discovered what she would be doing for the
several days.
She pulled a vial of pink liquid out of her pocket and looked at a light
through it.
“I will unravel the secrets of this place yet.”
Back with Lincoln and Lucy…
They were just finishing dishes when Luan emerged from the kitchen, stretching
her back as Luna came down with Lisa under her arm. Lynn stood just outside of
the manor, under a second-floor window. A bag flew out the window and fell
towards her. She caught it effortlessly before looking up to see Lucy’s head,
popping out the window to look down at Lynn. Lynn gave her a thumb’s up before
running down the trail to the farm. Lori and Leni began walking out the back
door of the manor, sneaking off to the farm along with the others.
After the others had left, Lincoln and Lucy waited for their parents to go
upstairs before giving a wink to Albert and walking out the front door.
As the pair approached the farm they found the rest of the sisters, standing
around the barrier that Lucy had made.
Lucy walked up and grabbed the bag from Lynn, taking out a large bag of salt
and handing it to Lynn. Lynn slowly poured it out in a circle surrounding the
pens and the houses while Lucy handed a bundle of crosses to Luan and a spray
bottle full of holy oil to Luna. She turned to Lincoln, giving him a book out
of the bag, “Read the page I have marked, we’ll hold them off until you get the
ritual working”. The girls quickly set up the rest of the barrier and they all
saw a faint golden glow flow through the circle before dissipating.
With the preparation complete Lucy approached the circle, cross in hand. She
pulled a small bag of ashes out of the larger bag and dipped her thumb in it
before crossing her forehead.
She stepped through the barrier and stood just on the other side of it, trying
her best to stand tall in face of what was happening in front of her.
A series of shadows that stood out against the fading twilight climbed out of
the ground in the pens and houses. Their eyes lit up with an orange glow and
glistening fangs shimmered in their dark mouths.
Lucy could feel a bead of cold sweat roll down her face as they lumbered toward
her.
“Back again, and with allies this time I see” One of them rasped.
Lucy held tighter onto her cross as she stared them down.
As soon as they came within ten feet of Lucy, the others joined her.
Luna entered the arena with silver knuckles, Lisa came in with a strange liquid
in a vial that had a spray nozzle, Lynn came in with a large bone that had
symbol etched into it. Lori and Leni entered with crosses of their own, and
Luan entered with a set of tarot cards. Lincoln didn’t enter yet, as he was
thumbing through the book that Lucy gave him.
One of the shadows cackled, “Seems like they don’t know how to use religious
magic”
“Indeed” said another, “It lends itself rather poorly to offensive
applications”
The girls stood firm, but nervous. All save for Lisa, who stepped in front of
the others and pulled the trigger on the vial.
A mist of green came out and hung in the air in front of her.
She sprayed it several more times before stepping back and pulling a match out
of her lab coat. A smirk touched her lips as she held it against a piece of
flint.
One of the wraiths began to chant in tongues before getting cut through by a
glowing card.
It let out a shriek and charged forward wandering into the mist as a flaming
match flew into it.
A column of fire erupted from the gas, turning the wraith into cinders.
As the smoke began to clear, the shape of Luna rushed forward sinking a silver
clad fist into another of the wraiths.
A hole appeared in it as cards cut through two more that were near it, throwing
the beasts back.
Just as the girls were gaining confidence, they froze in their place as a
familiar pressure surrounded Lucy.
In the henhouse, a pair of eyes opened and a large wraith wandered out.
“Good show, kids. But, I’m afraid you don’t belong here.” He said in a whisper
that echoed in their minds.
In a flash it was in front of Luna, picking her up and hurling her outside of
the barrier with ease.
She recovered from the blow and look to see Lincoln, with one hand holding a
knife and bleeding while the other held a book. He had his eyes closed and was
whispering something.
She retuned her focus to the action, where things were quickly turning bad.
Leni and Lori set up miniature barriers to protect Lisa as she threw more bombs
and Luan as she threw cards to give Lynn and Lucy cover as Lynn fought of the
lesser wraiths with the bone that was now glowing red and smoking from the
symbols it had and Lucy was whispering something with a cross in her hand.
Two more of the lesser wraiths were banished and the third was on fire and
being attacked by Lynn.
Luna rushed back into the barrier and felt like she hit a brick wall, she
looked around to see what was stopping her to find a strange black mark on her
shirt.
She saw the mark beginning to spread and ripped her shirt off, throwing I into
the barrier and watching it burn.
She rushed in to back up Lynn and take out the last of the small fries, finding
quick success.
As the last of the lesser wraiths fell, they heard clapping and look to see the
main wraith smiling and pointing to the sky, where the moon was now beginning
to shine through the trees. The barriers began to fade a little as the wraiths
eyes began to glow brighter.
“This is going to be fun.” He grinned.
He let out a booming roar that sent most of the sisters flying outside of the
barrier. Only Lucy remaining as a strange dark red glow hung around her.
The wraith set its eyes on her and stomped on the ground, creating a barrier of
his own behind her.
 
“No way out, your folly ends here.” He said, with a smile too wide for any
normal creature.
He was on her in an instant, but stopped short. The wind he created blew past
her, lifting up her bangs to reveal eyes that were glowing a dark shade of red
as a small smile touched her lips.
A hole opened up in the darkness behind her as Lincoln walked through. The
threw the dagger at the wraith, who dodged it with ease.
Lincoln reached out his bloody hand and Lucy opened her hand to reveal a
strange necklace with a sigil on it that bore two ornate “L”s that mirrored
each other. The rim of the necklace had small fangs on it that had punctured
her hand.
She held the necklace in her bloody hand and grabbed Lincoln’s.
The pair took a deep breath as Lincoln began to glow orange to match Lucy’s
dark red.
They spoke in unison as almost sung an incantation.
“We seek the echoes of the words our elders spoke and the streams carved by the
old blood that flows through our veins. We beseech our pasts for the strength
of the souls that surround us, protect us, and guide us. We upset the ashes of
their bones and rekindle their souls from their cinders. Come forth, Louds.
Join us in our plight that we may all rise above and carry on our glorious
legacy.”
The words froze the wraith as it stared as the two children before it.
As soon as they had finished the ritual, a black smoke rose from their hands
and shot up to the sky before turning the sky black.
A massive choir of sinister laughter rang out from the pitch black sky as yes
lit up the darkness. They flew down and the wraith looked at the kids one last
time and gave a gentle smile and a farewell before he was consumed and shredded
by the spirits.
“Welcome home, masters.”
***** Loud Mountain, Chapter 4: Family secrets *****
Loud Mountain, Chapter 4: Family secrets
Lincoln and Lucy looked on as a pillar of darkness swallowed the wraith before
them. A sea of glowing eyes and laughter swirled above them, and as the pillar
dispersed, two figures were left in its place.
Lysander and Lyvia stood in front of their descendants with smiles on their
faces as they held hands, mirroring the stance of Lincoln and Lucy.
Lysander nodded, “Good to see you figured out a way to clear out the pests,
children.”
The other girls looked on in shock and amazement at the spectacle before them.
“It’s good to see you two getting along so well, but you still have a long ways
to go before you make this home your own.” Lyvia said with a soft monotone
voice.
Lucy began to fall as her knees buckled, but Lincoln caught her and held her
close as he kept eye contact with his ancestors.
“Looks like Lucy’s down for the count, you all did very well, we’re all very
proud of you.” He chuckled
The two began to fade into the air once more as Lyvia waved goodbye, “Get some
rest, we’ll talk again soon.”
As the specters faded, the sky returned to normal and the other ghosts returned
from whence they came.
Lori walked over, covered in dust and took Lucy from Lincoln, “I’ll get her
back to the manor, you get the others and get meet us back there, we could all
use some rest after this.”
Lincoln nodded before rushing over to check the remaining sisters.
Leni was cradling her hand, which looked like it was burned somehow as Lisa
poured a random liquid on it. He heard Leni squeak as she winced before looking
in amazement as her hand began to smoke. Within less than a minute, the smoke
cleared and her hand was back to normal. She pat Lisa on the head before
skipping back up to the manor. Lisa had holes in her clothing from splashes of
the chemicals from her bombs. She looked like she already used whatever was on
Leni on herself, as the skin under the burnt clothes looked pale and soft. She
beckoned Lincoln over before placing a spray bottle of blue liquid in his hand.
“If any of the others have injuries less severe than a broken bone, this should
fix them up for now. I need a hot bath and to get back to the lab.” She groaned
as she rubbed her neck.
Lincoln nodded before looking around for the others.
Luna was talking with Luan as they both reenacted the moves they used during
the fight and laughed. Once he got over to then he realized that Luna was
topless and glued his eyes to the ground as she turned around.
“Think that spray can fix my threads?” she giggled, loving how cute and awkward
her little brother was.
He shook his head as he took his shirt off and held it out to her, “It might be
a bit small, but it’s probably better than nothing.
She pushed his hand back into his chest and pushed his chin up to look into her
eyes.
She gave a gentle smile and kissed him on the nose.
“Keep ‘em open, love.” She spoke in her fake cockney accent.
She backed away so that he looked at her full frame, her jeans were torn at the
knees, her arms were stained with dirt and bruised slightly, but her chest was
still mostly clean. He couldn’t look away. He was captivated by the peppering
of freckles that ran along her shoulders and above her gentle breasts. She was
built so much differently than Lori or Leni, with more modest features that
gave her a beauty that was all her own, her arms were skinny as was most of her
body with her gently sloping breasts, her slightly dark nipples, her tight
stomach, her soft hips that were accompanied by a deep V that ran down into her
pants.
She struck a pose and gestured to herself, “There’s no part of THIS that needs
to be hidden away, love.”
She giggled at how much he was blushing before putting his shirt back on and
watching her walk away, paying attention to how her hips swayed. She looked
back one more time and winked before disappearing down the trail.
He was brought back by a hand slapping him on the back; he looked over to see
Luan with a huge grin on her face.
“Enjoy the show? I swear that ghost thing was your wingman or something.” She
grinned.
Lincoln cleared his throat before looking Luan over, and aside from some dirt,
she looked fine.
She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side before pulling a
hand of cards out of her pocket.
“I was in the back, and I wasn’t making a magic shield, nothing got close to
me. Anytime they would get near, I would ghost ‘em before they could do
anything.” She giggled.
She put a finger to her bottom lip, “Unless of course you were hoping they
managed to rip off my clothes too?” She said with mock shock.
“Like THIS” She yelped as she pulled her shirt open, popping off some of the
buttons.
Lincoln looked away, but peeked after a few seconds only to be blasted in the
face by water.
He looked up to see Luan had rigged up a flower onto her bra.
She almost fell over laughing as she walked off, “See you back at the manor,
perv!”
He dried off his face with his shirt before looking for Lynn.
She was leaning against the barn, blowing on her hands with a pile of bone
shards a few feet away.
He walked over to find that her hands were badly burned, with blisters forming
on her palms.
She was breathing heavily as Lincoln walked up to her, holding the spray
bottle.
He put a hand on her shoulder, and could feel her jerk as she looked up at him.
there were tears forming in her defiant eyes as the pain ripped through her.
Lincoln held up the bottle, “this should fix it, just hold still and get ready
for a slight pinch.
She nodded and screwed her eyes shut; Lincoln pulled off his belt and gave it
to her to bite down on as he grabbed one of her wrists. As soon as the liquid
hit her burnt skin, he heard her squeak and steam erupt from her palm. He could
hear a popping sound along with some sizzling. Within a minute, the steam
cleared and her hand looked even better than it did, with her callouses
disappearing as well.
He grabbed her other wrist and sprayed it as well, feeling Lynn’s arm tense in
his grip and hear her whimper as her hand steamed.
After her hands had recovered, Lynn spat out the belt and hugged her little
brother close and buried her face in his shoulder.
He could hear her sniffle and hugged her tight, “It’s okay Lynn, we made it
though. I promise we’ll be better prepared if anything like that happens
again.”
She looked him in the eyes, “It’s okay, I never did anything like this before.
Next time I’ll use a weapon that doesn’t burn my fucking hands.”
He pat her on the back and sent her on the trail before looking back at the
pens and houses.
He walked into the large henhouse to find how well made it was on the inside.
It was almost like a rookery, with every stall of its four floors having screen
windows with shutters and large empty troughs in the back of the building for
food and two semicircular rooms on either side of the main building that had
roofs similar to the windows of the house and dried up baths that had fountain
spouts on them.
In the middle of the ground floor, there was a statue of a chicken with a
plaque on it.
“To my beloved Henrietta, grandmother to my feathered friends and friend to all
of the farms creatures, may you rest in peace.”
“I guess this was an important place to the family, or at least to Lyvia, maybe
Lucy knows something about it.” He mumbled to himself.
A sting in his palm reminded him that he had cut his hand earlier for the rite.
He held up the bottle to his hand, and pulled the trigger to feel an icy
sensation cover his palm before being replaced with an unusual tingling. It
didn’t hurt, but the tingling was uncomfortable, feeling like his veins were
vibrating in his hand, causing him to squirm awkwardly.
The steam that erupted from his pores didn’t help either as his hand switched
from feeling very cold to very hot. After a few seconds it began to cool down
until the steam had cleared and his hand was like new.
He looked back and forth between his hand and the bottle, “I really need to
find out how Lisa makes this stuff.”
Back at the manor…
Lola, Lana and Lily were already asleep along with the parents, leaving only
Albert and a lone oil lamp in the foyer. He sat on one of the large dark brown
upholstered sectional couches that surrounded a series of tables that decorated
the open floor with the lamp resting on the table in front of him. He faced the
main doors and watched as shadows passed the front windows and went to the back
door.
He grabbed the lamp and sprinted through the manor to the back door, easing it
open to see what was coming.
When he made out the figure of Lori holding Lucy, he feared for the worst. But,
when he saw the little girl’s head shift to look at him, he breathed a sigh of
relief.
“Did everything go okay?” He asked, with a cautious curiosity.
Lori nodded, “Went a well as could be expected, the others should be along
shortly. They should be fine since Lisa made a compound in case anything went
wrong.”
He spied Lucy’s bloody hand, “And what about her?” he said, carefully eyeing
the wound.
“Hm? Oh, Lisa should be by soon to fix her up, she collapsed so I wanted get
her back here first.” Lori answered.
Albert nodded knowingly, “Ah, put her up in her room, Once Lisa gets back I’ll
send her up to tend to Lucy’s wounds. In the meantime, you should get a bath.
There’s a hot pot of cocoa for everyone in the kitchen when you get out.
Lori smiled and nodded before wandering into the darkened manor.
Albert greeted most of the girls similarly, and had to wait for Lincoln after
being told by Lisa that he had it. He high-fived Luna as she walked in and
rushed up to her room to get some clothes and a shower.
Finally, Lincoln walked along the side of the manor holding a book and a spray
bottle. He looked even more tired than the others, and seemed like he might
collapse like Lucy.
“You performed the rite, didn’t you?” He concluded, getting only a slow nod
from Lincoln in reply.
He put a hand on his grandson’s shoulder, “If I had to guess, that compound
takes up some stamina too, I’m impressed you’re still standing. If you go up to
your room, there’s a little something for you. I need you to go and fix up
Lucy’s hand, there’s something for her too. I think you both have a lot to say
to each other after that.”
Lincoln gave him a puzzled look, but nodded again and trudged his way back into
the manor.
Albert sighed to himself as he closed and locked the door for the night, “It’s
a good thing I made sure Rita and Lynn won’t wake up no matter how much noise
those two make tonight. I hope Lysander knows what he’s doing.”
In Lincoln’s room…
The exhaustion was quickly taking over Lincoln’s body as he struggled to take
every step. He tossed the book onto a dresser where he saw a small envelope
next to a glass. He shuffled over to it, and opened it to find a note and a
small glass of iced tea. The note read, “Go forward with renewed energy”
He shrugged before drinking down the gently sweet liquid and flopping onto his
bed.
After a few minutes, Lincoln’s tiredness slowly drained away as a cool feeling
washed over him. Breathing became easier and he felt refreshed.
With his newfound stamina, he cracked his neck and grabbed Lisa’s spray bottle
before wandering back out into the darkened halls.
He reached for Lucy’s door, opening it to find the windows were open and the
lamp was blown out.
He could feel the summer air blowing in nicely from the mountainside as pale
moonlight shone along the floor, giving a blue illumination to the room.
He walked over to her bed and found her lying still. He leaned down to hear her
soft breathing.
He kissed her on the cheek and felt her stir, then suddenly jerk as she drew
her hand to her chest.
Lincoln wrapped an arm around her back, bringing her so that she sat up.
“It’s okay Luce, I brought some medicine for that, let me see your hand.” He
instructed.
He gave him her hand and he brought the nozzle over her palm before pulling the
trigger.
She yelped as the cold hit her bloody hand, then he felt her squirm in his
grasp as the steam poured out of her hand.
Once she was healed, they both took a deep breath.
Lincoln rubbed her back, “I’m going to go take a bath, you should to the same,
and then we should probably have a chat about…stuff.”
Lucy nodded, “Okay, I’ll get cleaned up, then let’s meet up in the drawing
room, I laid down a bunch of fresh pillows and blankets.”
Lincoln got up from her bed and walked back to the door before looking back
again, “Let’s make sure there are no secrets after tonight.” He insisted
Later…
As Lincoln walked out of the shower, a plume of steam escaped above him. He
took a deep breath as he wandered back to his room, he put on a pair of white
basketball shorts and a loose orange shirt before walking to the tea drawing
room.
 
When he arrived, he hesitated at the door, a million thoughts raged in his
mind.
 
“What’s going to happen?”
 
“What should I tell her?”
 
“Am I ready for this?”
 
“Come to think of it, is she?”
 
His breath began to quicken and he risked hyperventilating when a strange smell
touched is nose.
 
It only took him a moment to recognize it as his heart been to race and his
body began to tingle.
 
“Well, I guess she’s prepared. No point in standing around like an idiot. It’s
time”
 
He knocked lightly twice before carefully opening the door.
 
He peered inside to find that only a few candles gave very dim light to the
room. The lanterns were empty, and the candles sat beneath the chambers of the
lanterns that held the strange pink liquid.
 
He could almost see the wisping trails of pink steam that came off of the
lanterns and filled the room, giving a slightly smoky appearance to the place.
 
In the center of the room was a large pile of pillows laid out in a large
circular makeshift bed, covered with burgundy sheets and a large black quilt.
 
He saw something shifting underneath the blanket and moving towards him.
 
Suddenly, a pale hand popped out from the basket, inviting him in.
 
Lincoln crouched down to take her hand in his, he felt her jump little at his
grasp before tugging him in closer.
 
Lincoln shifted himself under the blanket, being swallowed by complete darkness
and warmth.
 
All he could focus on was the feeling of Lucy’s hand in his.
 
He could feel the blanket shift as she moved closer to him, he looked over to
see a faint outline her in the darkness.
 
His face was drawn to hers as they inched closer to each other.
 
Her grip on his hand tightened as she could hear her ragged breathing.
 
She came closer to him until their noses touched, then retreated back into the
darkness.
 
They both let out a heavy sigh, partially of relief and partially of
exasperation.
 
He knew she wanted to keep going as she drew closer to him once more.
 
He reciprocated, shifting closer to his little sister, and stopped once he
could feel her warm breath on him.
 
She rested her forehead against his and stayed there for a moment.
 
Lincoln took a deep breath to take in the lavender perfume that she was
wearing.
 
She was really putting effort into tonight, making sure she was the only thing
on his mind.
 
He was pulled from his thoughts from a whimper as Lucy began to shake before
retreating once more.
 
She let go of his hand and disappeared from view.
 
He began to panic.
 
“Shit, should I have done something?”
 
“Did she leave?”
 
“Where is she?”
 
He started to move when a hand grabbed his arm.
 
He laid back down and breathed deeply. The potion was really taking a toll on
him, making is member swell and strain against his shorts as he felt his balls
were going to explode from pressure build up.
 
He couldn’t even imagine what Lucy was going through.
 
She had put so much effort into setting the scene, getting everything prepared
to make the night perfect for her and her soon-to-be lover.
 
She had so much she needed to tell him, to do to him, and yet she still
hesitated.
 
She was infuriated with herself.
 
“Why can’t I move closer?”
 
“What’s wrong with me?”
 
“Why can’t I talk?”
 
Suddenly they both reached out their hands and held onto each other. Then their
voices rang out in unison.
 
“You’re not alone”
 
They both fell silent again as they finally heard each other’s voices.
 
Lincoln’s mind flashed with memories of the battle from earlier, they had
already been through alot together.
 
He remembered e feeling of Lucy’s hand in his as their mixed blood dripped off
his knuckles, the rush of energy that filled them as their family saved them,
and how their hearts were beating as one as they took their stand.
 
They drifted closer to one another once more and stopped as their faces were
inches away from each other.
 
He brought his face closer to hers and stopped with his lips right in front of
hers.
 
A pair of lips touched his own in a soft and tender kiss.
 
He pushed forward and deepened their embrace, feeling her mouth open and her
tongue gently prod his lips.
 
He returned the favor by parting his lips and giving her a proper sensual kiss
as their tongues slow danced and they were able to taste each other.
 
After a minute or so, she broke their kiss and gasped for air before sliding on
top of him and straddling him, using his shoulders as leverage to prop herself
up above him.
 
“Thanks, Lincoln. I needed that. Now I can do this right.”
 
He felt her press is lips against his again before pulling back.
 
“I love you Lincoln, so much.”
 
“I love you too, Lucy. As way more than family.”
 
“I heard you in the car when we were coming down here, I feel the same way.
Even in this big family it’s easy to feel like you’re alone and disconnected.
Thanks to you I started investigating and we both found so much together. I
don’t feel alone anymore and this doesn’t feel wrong to me anymore.”
 
“I know Lucy. I was so happy I wasn’t the only one that felt this way. Being
able to have this adventure with you is so amazing. We don’t have to be afraid
anymore, because we have each other, and all of our family.”
 
They both hung in silence for a moment, feeling like they were free of a
massive weight.
 
“I wish I could see you ,Luce.”
 
She grabbed his hands and laid them on her shoulders.
 
“You can look with your hands if you want.”
 
Lincoln swallowed hard before taking a deep breath and sliding his hands under
her arms and down her slender frame. He could feel she was wearing a silk robe,
with a training bra underneath. His hands slid down further to feel a pair of
lace panties. His hands hugged her tight butt and slid down to find a pair of
thigh-high socks.
 
He felt himself lick his lips in anticipation for whatever might come next.
 
She could feel the bulge in his shorts pulsing against her pale pink flower
through their clothes and felt something inside her shift, making her jump a
little as an intense heat washed over her.
 
“I can’t hold back anymore, Luce.”
 
He said before hugging her tight to him and rolling over on top of her.
 
He propped himself up and threw the blanket off of them.
 
Lucy covered her face from the dim light with a squeak and a wave of the potion
flooded Lincoln’s senses.
 
He grabbed her wrists and pried them away from her face, pinning them on either
side of her head.
 
As he did so, her hands wept the hair from her face, revealing flushed red
cheeks and piercing blue eyes with tears filling them.
 
He touched her nose to his and stared lovingly into her eyes.
 
“You have nothing to fear, Lucy. I’m here, and we’re together, right?”
 
She slowly nodded in response and took a deep breath. She sniffled and blinked
away the tears.
 
“Okay, Lincoln. I’m ready. Let your heart go wild.”
 
Being given the go ahead, Lincoln released her arms and sat up. He looked down
at her, his beautiful pale little sister was laying in sexy clothing, waiting
for him to ravish her.
 
He wanted to tease her more when a thought came to him. If he was already about
to burst, then...
 
He raised himself off of her a little and slid a hand between her legs,
brushing softly against her panty covered quim and pulling his hand back to
find it covered with love juices.
 
He chuckled to himself, “Well, guess there’s no need for foreplay, huh?”
 
Lucy nodded again, “You know, you don’t have to worry about fitting either,
I’ve been training myself for the past couple of days, and I’m pretty sure I’m
ready to take anything at this point.”
 
A smile touched Lincoln’s face, “Let’s see about that, but first we should slip
you into something a bit more comfortable.”
 
He slid his hands under her sheer robe and touched her bare shoulders before
sliding the robe down her frame and off of her arms.
 
He slid it out from under her and threw it to the side.
 
He turned his attention to her training bra as Lucy slid her arms above her
head to make it easier.
 
He peeled up the tight garment to reveal her pale budding breasts that peaked
with two light pink nipples and a red flush that covered the top of her chest
before throwing it to join the robe.
 
He finally slid himself back and placed her legs on his shoulders.
 
Lucy held her arms to her chest and looked away as she felt her brother’s hands
on her hips, wrapping his fingers around her lace panties and slowly rolling
them around her tight, soft butt.
 
They were slightly glued to her girlhood as Lincoln eased them down her thighs
to peel it off.
 
Once they were down to her ankles he took them in his hand and brought them to
his nose before taking a deep breath.
 
He could smell it, her womanly scent as it filled his senses with her perfume.
It mixed with the potion and drove him mad with desire.
 
He threw it with her other clothes before reaching for her socks.
 
A hand stopped him, “wait, keep them on.”
 
He looked at her, then back to his hands and nodded before stripping off his
shirt and adding it to the pile. He stood up to remove his shorts and boxers in
one motion and he slid his legs out and flung the garments onto the pile.
 
Lucy looked up to see it, her brother’s 8-inch member swinging as it pulsed in
time with his heart. His balls were larger than she thought as they swung above
her head.
 
“Hold still, there’s something I need to do.”
 
Lincoln had a puzzled look on his face as he looked down to see Lucy getting to
her knees and wrapping her hands around his tight ass.
 
“I need to thank you for your help earlier, with the rite and for healing me.”
 
She closed her eyes and closed in.
 
Lincoln felt a warmth press against his groin before a tongue began to lick at
his scrotum.
 
Her hands drifted down to her aching flower as she covered her hands in her
sweet nectar.
She took his throbbing member in her shimmering, slippery hands and began to
slowly stroke back and forth as she began to tug on his sack with her lips and
popping on of his balls into her mouth to suckle on it.
 
Lincoln gasped for air at the sudden assault from his little sister as she gave
all her efforts into worshipping his cock.
 
Lucy opened her mouth as wide as she could to take both of his balls not her
mouth, moaning and suckling on them as she squeezed his dick and slid her hands
around it, giving it a thorough massage.
 
The buildup until now was clearly too much for Lincoln as his balls began to
churn.
 
Lucy knew something was about to happen, so she let go of his balls with a pop
and slid back so that her face was in front of his aching manhood.
 
She took the head into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it as she moaned,
reaching her hands up to massage his cum-filled balls.
 
Lincoln bit his bottom lip and grunted hard as he felt his knees go weak.
 
He couldn’t see Lucy’s cheeks fill with his young stern as jet after jet pushed
more into her mouth, she wanted to savor his flavor, but was forced to swallow
as much as possible to not lose any of her prize.
 
As his orgasm rocked through him, he could faintly hear Lucy humming as she
happily drank his milk.
 
Once the last of his spunk spurted into her mouth, Lucy carefully savored it,
casting her tongue and getting all of it to coat her mouth.
 
Once he caught his breath, Lincoln looked down to see Lucy looking up at him
with a mouth full of white goo that she let sit in her mouth as se drank the
scent in through her nose before closing her lips to gulp down the last lump of
hot semen and opening back up to reveal a clean mouth.
 
The sight and the potion were more than enough to quickly restore Lincoln’s
energy and refill his cum tanks.
 
Lucy gave him an uncharacteristically large smile as she wiped her lips,
“Thanks for the meal, Lincy.”
 
Lincoln gave a thumbs up, “That’s one hell of a way to say ‘thank you’.”
 
Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer this form of an oral
expression of gratitude.
 
Lucy laid back down on the bed, “I’m glad you liked it, now we can really
begin. Feel free to ravage me to you heart’s content tonight.”
 
As the ideas flooded into his mind, he looked to see the damp spot on the sheet
that Lucy left, and that her girlhood was leaking onto the bed.
 
Not one to let an opportunity go to waste got on his knees and wrapped his
hands around Lucy’s waist.
 
He put her legs over his shoulders and pulled her up so that her flower was
level with his lips.
 
He took a deep breath, he smelled the source of what was on her panties, and
couldn’t hold back anymore.
 
He began to kiss her lower lips, eliciting a small gasp from his little sister
before it turned to a moan as he slid his tongue into her slippery hole.
 
Lucy started to thrash under his ministrations while Lincoln’s tongue scraped
at her insides.
 
He was drinking her sweet nectar as he pulled his hands closer t his face to
massage her lips.
 
Lucy grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets and her eyes rolled back as she left
lightning running through her body.
 
Squirts of fresh love juice splashed against Lincoln’s face as her organs
ripped through her small frame.
 
After a mother minute of convulsions, Lucy finally calmed down with a red face
and lust filled eyes.
 
Lincoln gently eased her butt back onto the bed and wiped the remaining juices
off of his chin with his hand.
 
Lucy sat up and grabbed hold of his wrist before pulling his hand to her mouth
so that she could suck her love juice off of each of his fingers.
 
She tasted her own sweet nectar as Lincoln was losing his mind.
 
Placed a hand under her chin and brought her in for another kiss. One far more
passionate and sensual than before.
 
Their inhibitions were now gone as the two young lovers experienced each other
fully.
 
“Linc, I want you to hold me tight underneath you when you take me, I want to
feel like I'm a part of you.”
 
“Can do, Luce.”
 
Next thing she knew, she was pinned beneath her brother, wrapped tightly in his
arms as his body forced her legs apart. She wrapped them around his back and
slid her arms under his as she hugged him tightly.
 
He shifted his hips back and she could feel his head press against her
girlhood.
 
She held her breath and screwed her eyes shut, but opened them when nothing
happened.
 
She looked up to see Lincoln’s calm and sweet face looking down at her.
 
His look filled her with a warm tingling feeling different from the potion as
she started to breathe normally again.
 
“I’ll go slow, okay? We don’t have to go all out at the beginning.”
 
“Okay, thanks. You’re right, I’m ready now.”
 
With that, she felt his head part her lips as he slowly eased into her,
 
He could feel every tight twist and fold of her love tunnel as he sank deeper,
feeling her pulse around him as he went.
 
She could feel the pulsing of his manhood as it slid deep into her until it hit
something that forced the wind out of her.
 
They could both feel it, as he was about three quarters of the way in, it felt
like he hit another pair of lips.
 
He looked down to make sure that he wasn’t hurting her, but found that her face
was full of bliss with her eyes begging him to keep going.
 
He pressed forward, feeling another tightness around I’m as he slid the rest of
the way in.
 
They both hung there for a moment to catch their breath. He didn’t want to blow
his load right after finally getting inside of her, and she didn’t want to pass
out from the stimulation and miss all the fun.
 
Once they had both calmed down a little, he began to slide out of her.
 
The vacuum seal she had on him made them both groan from the tightness as
Lincoln struggled for release from the vice grip she had on him.
 
Once he had taken all but the head out, he slid back in, faster this time and
stopping before he hit her cervix.
 
He kept using short thrusts keep them both going without losing control.
 
They were finally doing it, Lucy and Lincoln Loud were actually having sex like
grownups.
 
Two pairs of eyes watched from a dark portal.
 
Lysander and Lyvia were sitting on a pair of wicker chairs with navy blue
cushions on them.
 
They each held up a glass of champagne.
 
Lysander smiled, “To the new generation.”
 
Lyvia blushed, “To our continued sins.”
 
They now spoke in unison, “May they never fade from this world.”
 
They both shared a toast and drank as they saw the pace pick up.
 
Lincoln was now going at a faster speed as Lucy buried her face into his
shoulder.
 
She was trying to hide the tears of pleasure to not make him worry.
 
She was so happy, she was committing a horrible sin, but even better she as
doing with someone she’d suffer any pain for.
 
Lincoln couldn’t believe the feeling he had, even though his body felt
exhausted, the last thing he wanted to do was stop. He wanted to keep giving
her as much pleasure as he could, he wanted to be one with her.
 
She squeezed him tighter as she grunted and whimpered from her orgasm.
 
Lincoln held her close and rubbed her back while she calmed down.
 
Once she stopped convulsing, he went all the way in once more, causing Lucy to
gasp as Lincoln now rested in her deepest part.
 
Now he started building his pace again, “Lucy, this is so amazing.”
 
She pulled her face from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, “I know, I’ve
never felt like this before.”
 
“I…I don’t want this to end, but I don’t think I’ll be able to keep going after
this one.”
 
“It’s oaky, Lincy. Just enjoy yourself, and make sure to give me all of your
love.”
 
“Okay, I hope you can take it.”
 
“I’m not worried anymore, give me all of your love….deep inside.”
 
Those words flipped a switch in Lincoln’s brain as he started going full force
into his little sister, slapping his heavy balls against her soft ass.
 
Lucy has moaning out loud now as she felt so much pressure and stimulation.
 
Lincoln’s breath was quickly becoming ragged as Lucy’s velvety folds were
squeezing him tight again.
 
He couldn’t stop for her now though, he was too wrapped up in the pleasure to
stop.
 
Lucy wasn’t able to catch her breath as she was forced to cum continuously.
 
She was moaning louder and louder as he kept thrusting, almost screaming as she
tried desperately to get him off.
 
“Please! Cum! I’m begging you! Lincoln!”
 
If he didn’t soon, she was worried he might end up hurting her.
 
“I can take it! I want to take it! Give it to me! Give it to your little
sister! Stain me with your love! Your sin! Cum inside of me, Lincoln! CUM!!!”
 
Then it happened.
 
He moaned loud as he tightened his grip around Lucy and buried himself as deep
as he could go.
 
Lucy kept gasping for air as he felt hot ropes of cum splashing into her,
filling her up.
 
He couldn’t hold anything back as his geyser kept blasting into her.
 
They both felt that she was filled to capacity’s he slid forward so that her
mound was facing the ceiling as he slowly pulled out of her, spurting the last
of his loin to her as he held her ankles to her shoulders.
 
She had never felt so filled and he had never left so drained, but neither of
them had felt so satisfied in their lives…or so exhausted.
 
Lincoln fell ahead of her and passed out.
 
Lucy was ready to join him, but one last thought entered her mind.
 
She reached over to the pile of clothes and grabbed her panties, but instead of
putting them on, she bunched them up and pushed them inside of her.
“There, I want to keep this feeling inside of me for as long as I can, maybe
one day we’ll have a kid of our own.”
 
And with that, she crawled over to Lincoln to pass out beside him.
 
As they both lay unconscious, a smoky portal opened up above them and Lysander
reached out of it,
 
He grabbed hold of the blanket and pulled it over them.
 
“Rest well you two, you’ve more than earned it.”
 
He hung in the air for a moment.
 
“Actually, let me do this first.”
 
He shot a beam of orange energy into Lucy’s body.
 
“We don’t need a bun in your oven quite yet, darling.”
 
Then he shot two more beams into their heads.
 
“But, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t think of each there as lovers and have
some fun.”
 
He then receded back into the portal and disappeared.
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