This is basically the final chapter. All that's left is the epilogue.
Lyrics to Celebration by Kool and the Gang (1980); Animal (Fuck Like a Beast) by W.A.S.P. (1984)
"You really shouldn't worry about it," Lizy said serenely.
Gwen sighed. "I know, but I do anyway."
It was early morning and they were sitting in the middle of Lemy's bed, Gwen on her knees and Lizy with her legs crossed. The little girl was clad in a red T-shirt and pink panties and Gwen wore one of Lemy's shirts: Black with KROKUS across the chest in yellow, it smelled like him and brought her a measure of comfort.
"Well...if it'll make you feel better, go talk to Aunt Lisa. And if there is something wrong, she can fix it. She's the smartest person ever, you know."
Gwen flashed a wan smile at Lizy's childlike confidence in her aunt's ability to fix barren wombs. It quickly ran away from her face and left her frowning. Lemy was open and honest with her. As soon as she was awake and as ready to hear the news as she would ever be, he told her about what he and Lupa did the night before. If she was upset, she got over it as he told her about the pain in his sister's eyes. One of the reasons Gwen loved him so much was how caring he was. He had gone through a lot of heartaches himself and he did everything in his power to make sure none of his sisters, or Gwen herself, felt the same way.
That was his best trait.
She assured him she was fine with it, and in all honesty, she was. She trusted him.
Having faith in him wasn't easy - she couldn't trust her own mother, and if you can't trust the woman who gave birth to you, who can you trust? - but he had earned it. He might screw up here and there, but he never did anything intentionally to hurt her, so how could she be upset with him?
She couldn't, but there was that nagging fear in the back of her head that she would never be able to have his children. Loan woud, Lupa would, Lizy one day would, but what about her? She had been thinking hard on that topic since that morning, and panic was beginning to set in. No words of wisdom or logic would sway her; she needed to know and she needed to know now.
"What if she can't?" she asked. "What if I can never have kids?"
Lizy scrunched her lips. "Oh, I know, you have one of mine."
A laugh was shocked from Gwen. "I don't think it works like that."
"Sure it does. Like, Lisa can use your DNA and put it inside of me, so it'll be yours and Lemy's baby, I just carry it."
Hm. Could she do that? Lisa was a wizard, but she wasn't God, and there were many things she couldn't do.
Either way, Lizy's offer touched her. Gwen saw a lot of Lemy in her and that was probably why she had come to love the little girl so much. "Thanks, but...I want to do it the old fashioned way."
"Then go talk to Lisa. You never know until you ask."
That was true.
Her stomach rumbled. "I'm hungry. You want something to eat?"
Downstairs, Liena and Lacy sat on the couch and watched AEW, where a 75 year old Kurt Angle challenged a 70 year old Chris Jericho for the Senior Citzen's Heavyweight title in a WCB match - wheelchairs, crutches, and bedpans. In the kitchen, Luan and Lynn sat at the table and paged through a magazine over coffee. "I like this one," Lynn said.
"Hmmm, I dunno, this one's cute too."
Lynn snorted. "That one's trash."
"No it's not," Luan retorted.
Gwen made her and Lizy both a bowl of cereal and carried them out into the dining room. They sat across from each other and ate in silence. At least, Gwen was silent. Lizy was right about needing to just get it over with and talk to Lisa, but she was afraid to; right now, she had the benefit of the doubt on her side, but if Lisa found something wrong, she wouldn't.
Sitting here and worrying herself sick over it wasn't going to help anything, though With every moment that slipped past, the ball of dread in her stomach knotted a little tighter, became a little bigger. At this rate, she'd be nothing but anxiety in a week's time, maybe less.
Looking down into her cereal, she made her decision. "I'm gonna go talk to Lisa," she said and stood.
"Okay," Lizy chirped, "want me to save your breakfast?"
Gwen crinkled her nose. "Nah, it'll be soggy by the time I come back. You can have it."
The little girl's face lit up. "Thanks!"
Putting her head down in case she passed Leia, Gwen went upstairs, then climbed the steps to the third floor. At the door to Lisa's lab, she knocked, and froze when it swung creakily open. Music drifted out and Gwen stuck her head in. "Lisa?"
No reply.
She hesitated, then slipped in.
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Lisa's desk stood abandoned, its surface neat and tidy save for a sheaf of papers fanned out across it like a hand of cards. The desk lamp was twisted to shine directly on them, putting Gwen in mind of museum artifacts on display. Lisa's parrot (what was his name?) shuffled from side to side on his post. At first, Gwen thought he was dancing to the music, then he spoke. "Squawk, I hate this shit, turn it off, squawk, my ears, my ears."
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure?
Everyone around the world come on!
"Squawk, press the OFF button, it's not that hard, retard, squawk."
The radio sat on the desk, shoved back against the wall to make room. Gwen went over, bent, and turned it off. She started to turn, but her eyes fell on the papers and a word caught her attention.
STERILIZATION.
Frowning, she picked one up and read it, her eyes widening as understanding dawned on her.
...how it could have occured. There are several possibilities, but until I have the time to investigate them more fully, I have increased the amount of the sterilizing agent in the water supply. That should suffice for now…
"Squawk, I'll tell Lisa you were spying unless you blow me, squawk."
Gwen sat the paper down, her head buzzing with this new information.
"Squawk, just the head, I know you like sucking cock, tramp, squawk." The bird thrusted his hips obscenely back and forth.
Glaring, Gwen leaned over and turned the radio back on.
Celebrate good times, come on!
(It's a celebration)
Celebrate good times, come on!
(Let's celebrate)
"Noooooooo," the parrot wailed.
Gwen smirked, then walked away.
"Squawk, come back, please, squawk!"
In the hall, Gwen pulled the door closed behind her.
She knew where she had to go next.
And what she had to do.
She went down the steps and started down the hall, but froze when a voice called out her name.
It sounded like…
"Gwen?"
She turned, and past her open door, Leia sat in the middle of her bed. Gwen's hackles raised and her heart started to race, but there were no traces of anger on her former friend's face. Indeed, there was a certain rawness in her eyes that made her think of the way Lemy described Lupa. "Come here."
Should she? What if it was a trap? What if Leia was baiting her into a fight?
"Please?"
She hesitated a moment more, then sighed and went into the room.
Slut. Slut. Slut.
That hateful fucking word plagued Lyra Loud endlessly. Every time she got girl-hard, every time she smacked her lips and called up the memory of dick-taste, every time she saw a hot guy on TV and thought Yeah, I'd lick him from head to toe. Ugh, why do people have to be so judgemental? So what, she liked sex, big deal, the very same people who call her a slut like sex too, and if they weren't fat and repulsive, they'd have it just as much as she did.
Jealous. They were just jealous.
Even so, she did recognize that she had to rein it in. She banished kinky thoughts from her mind, resolved to sleep only with Lemy, and to find a man she could be with, and maybe one day marry. She had been scouring online dating sites for well over a week, and somehow, every date she went on ended with her ankles behind her ears. She specifically went out with a Mormon guy so that wouldn't happen, but at the end of the night, he was balls deep in her butt because anal wasn't a sin. If her brief time as a Christian taught her anything, it was that if it feels good, it's a sin; she didn't know about him, but it sure as fuck was a sin for her.
Those encounters left her feeling like shit about herself and promising to do better. She wasn't a slut, she'd show them, she'd show all of them.
Only the burning desire kept coming back, and no amount of cold showers or shota hunting her little brother would quell them.
That Saturday afternoon, her passion drove her from the house and to the park. Walking was a good distraction and as long as she kept moving, she could ignore the incessant pinching in her loins. Being a warm and sunny day, the place was filled with people, mainly kids, but also shirtless, hunky guys playing Frizebee. Lyra stopped to watch them and in moments flat, she was biting her bottom lip and pressing her knees together. Ahhh, stop being so fucking sexy.
Getting control of herself, she left and wandered aimlessly through the surrounding neighborhoods. Don't be a slut, don't be a slut, don't be a slut. She was better than this. She was Lyra Loud, she could do anything she set her mind to. Didn't she just literally change her entire belief system because some old people in a church were nice to her? Didn't her being an insufferable Christian caricature lead her father and sisters to change their ways?
Does a hot load taste good?
If she could do all of that, she could do this no problem. She just had to keep her legs clamped shut and her tongue to herself. Soon, the fire in her pants would grow cold and she could get back to being the Lyra everyone knew and loved: The one that spouts Bible quotes and exists only to be the straight man to her siblings' comic foils.
LAMO, no, she wasn't going to be that ever again, but she also wasn't going to be a ho.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize her feet had carried her to the high school until a whistle blew and woke her from her reprieve. A chain link fence bordered the sidewalk, and beyond, a group of football players in thick pads and helmets ran drills while their coach barked orders from the sidelines. Lyra stopped and curled her fingers through the mesh. One guy jumped up, caught the ball, and started to run, but everyone else tackled him. They scrambled on top of him in a sweaty, dirty mass of manliness and Lyra's heart raced. What a lucky guy. God, she wished that was her.
Her eyes went to the bleachers flanking the field, and an idea came to her. What better way to get her mind off that...thing...between her legs than by watching some wholesome football? Heh, it was the perfect plan.
She followed the fence to a gate, then slipped through and climbed into the bleachers, where she sat high above the action. The players broke into teams and chased each other across the turf, and Lyra grinned to herself.
Yep, football sure is cool.
There was only one problem.
She couldn't see very well.
Getting up, she picked her way down the bleachers and parked her butt on the first bench. Now she was so close to the game she could smell the tang of their sweat and see the big, juicy bulges in their pants. She let out a contented sigh and twirled a strand of chestnut hair around her finger. Best sport ever.
After an hour, the game ended 4-1 and the players broke from formation. They went over to the side and started getting their things. Lyra saw her chance, got up, and walked over. "Hey," she said, and they all looked up at her. "Good game."
I start to howl I'm in heat
I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a beast
Lyra wrapped her legs around the tight end's hips and jumped when he thrusted into her. He pushed her back against the shower wall and drilled her while his buddies stood around, watching, their steam wrapped bodies naked and glistening. She threw her head back and yelped when he nipped her neck. Fifteen sets of eyes worshipped her nude body, and fifteen cocks stood at attention, waiting for their turn in Lyra's wicked garden.
I come round, round I come feel your love
Tie you down, down I come steal your love
The linebacker, 6 foot tall and 250 pounds if he was an ounce, bent Lyra over and jammed his dick into her cunny. The fullback and the safety stood on either side of her, their fat cocks in her hands, and the wide receiver stood in front of her, his meat caressing her lips. She licked his head, then took him deep into her mouth. He and the linebacker thrusted in unison, batting her back and forth like a hot, wet, fleshy shuttlecock. The wide receiver tugged handfuls of her hair and filled her mouth with hot cum, and Lyra drank every drop like the manna it was. He pulled out and someone else took his place. "Say cheese," someone said. She looked up; a black guy (the quarterback) was filming on his phone. Lyra smiled, her lips and chin dripping with cum.
"Cheese."
I come round, round I come feel your love
Tie you down, down I come steal your love
The nickelback laid her down on the wet shower floor and thrusted into her, spreading her walls and pushing her pelvic muscles painfully apart. Hot water beat down on her face and obscure her vision; the flavor of a dozen different chodes mingled in her mouth and her slick body was a patchwork of handprints, hickies, and bite marks. He braced his hands on either side of her head and rutted her like a beast; her eyes rolled back into her head and a look of bliss settled over her features.
Was this heaven?
Cuz it sure felt like it.
I'm on the prowl and I watch you closely
I lie waiting for you
Well I'm the wolf with the sheepskins clothing
The running back, forced her legs apart, and jerked into her pussy. Meanwhile, she polished the center's dick with her mouth and jacked the punter and the kicker. Lyra moaned and thrilled at the feeling of the punter's hot jizz dribbling down her hand. The kicker followed moments later, his thick juice getting in her hair and on her shoulder. The center filled her mouth, and smiling to herself, she gurgled it like mouthwash.
I lick my chops and your tasting good
I do whatever I want to do, yeah
I'll nail your ass to the sheets
Lyra got her knees under her and stuck her ass in the air, wiggling it back and forth for whoever wanted it. Someone gripped her hips and slid into her, plugging her thirsty little hole and making her breasts bounce. "God, fuck me faster," she rejoiced.
A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya
"What the hell is going on in here?"
The coach stood in the doorway leading out to the locker room, his hands on his hips and a hard glower on his face. Thick gray hair covered his muscular arms and tufts stuck out from the collar of his polo shirt. Lyra, weak, shaky, and oozing cum from every orifice, slunk to him like a puma in heat, a sinful little smirk on her lips. She knelt in front of him and pawed at his gym shorts. A look of horror crossed his face. "Knock that off, I'm married."
He made no move to stop her as she pulled his dick out and lifted up on her knees. "I don't care," she said and started to bob her head.
I fuck like a beast
Lyra knelt in a circle of fifteen, twenty, twenty five men, her body battered, bruised, and wet with water and cum, both hers and theirs. They all stroked their dicks and Lyra opened her mouth to catch their loads. Some landed on her tongue, others splattered her tits, her back, sluicing into her butt crack, her stomach, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her hair. She tilted her head back and threw her arms out like that dude in The Shawshank Redemption when he escapes prison and feels rain for the first time.
Dicks, dicks, glorious dicks everywhere.
This was heaven, and she never wanted to leave.
I come round, round I come feel your love
Tie you down, down I come steal your love
Lyra shuffled out of the locker room like a little old woman. Her ass was sore, her pussy was sore, and every muscle in her body ached. With every step, the rough material of her jeans chafed her pussy and her shirt scoured her nipples.
She stopped to rest, then lumbered out onto the field.
In other words: She felt awesome.
Yeah, she liked sex, and if that made her a slut, then she was a slut.
Seethe harder.
Incel.
Leia and Gwen faced each other, both on their knees like Lyra was across town. Leia stared down at the bed and Gwen waited for her to say something, the suspense in her chest growing until it threatened to overwhelm her. Finally, Leia sighed. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. I'm just…" she trailed off and collected her thoughts.
"Look, Leia, I -"
"Just...let me finish.'
Gwen fell silent.
For a long time, Leia didn't speak again, and when she did, it was in an earnest tone that Gwen didn't think she'd ever heard from her before. "I'm in love with him," she admitted. "I was his first and I...I just love him, okay? He makes me feel -"
"Like you're the only girl in the world?" Gwen supplied. "Like you're special and beautiful and you're his everything?"
Leia nodded. "Yes," she said, "just like that." A wistful smile spread across her lips and she looked up at the ceiling. "He makes me feel good. When he told me what you said -"
"Leia…"
"It crushed me." She blinked her eyes and fixed her gaze on Gwen. "It didn't make me mad or jealous, it hurt me. Then I realized...I really don't deserve him."
She lowered her head in contrition.
"Leia -"
"I was shit to him for a long time," Leia went on. "The kindest, sweetest, most caring boy in the world...and I fucking abused him. I don't deserve him. I want him -" here she laughed humorlessly " - but I shouldn't have him. You, on the other hand...you've always loved him and been there for him when he needed you."
Gwen swallowed around a lump of emotion in her throat. "Leia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for...I was just...I was scared, okay? I was afraid he was going to stop loving me when he has all of you. But...that's not Lemy. He has so much love and kindness in his heart. I was wrong to not trust him. And that's my fault for being weird."
"No, it's really not," Leia said. "We're Louds, we have our cake and eat it too. That takes time to get used to."
They both giggled.
"Friends?" Leia asked.
Gwen smiled. "Friends."
They hugged.
"Now about Lemy," Leia said.
"I have an idea," Gwen said, forestalling her. "First...there's something I need to do."
"What?" Leia asked.
Gwen told her everything, starting with wanting Lemy's baby and ending with the papes she found in Lisa's lab. Leia listened, then scrunched her lips. "Hm. Interesting. I always wondered why no one got pregnant around here. Let's check it out."
Together, Leia and Gwen went downstairs and into the basement. A long set of rickety wooden stairs led into a pit of dust-choked shadows, and the smell of earth and mold pinched Gwen's nose. Leia reached up and yanked the pull cord, filling the space with muted light. "Come on," she said.
Neither one knew where the water tank was, so at the foot of the stairs, they split up, Gwen going left and Leia going right. Gwen checked under the stairs, next to the washer, and beneath the toolbench. "Gwen!"
Getting to her feet, Gwen rushed over and found Leia standing in front of a six foot tall machine that looked like a refrigerator. Valves and knobs covered its surface and pipes connected to it from the wall. The big blue water drop painted on the front was a dead giveaway.
They found their mark.
"Is this it?" Leia asked and jutted her chin at a black box on the wall. Gwen brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned in. BC UNIT, KEEP AWAY - LISA was printed on the face in white.
"I think so," Gwen said. "Now we turn it off, wait a while, and let Lemy get me pregnant. When we're done, we turn it back on." She wouldn't trick him into getting her pregnant, of course. She would be honest and up front and talk him into it. He would give her a baby, of that she was sure.
She examined the box closely. "Now how do we…?"
Her words trailed off. "Huh."
"What?" Leia asked.
Gwen stepped aside. On the top, near a set of buttons, were two lights. One red and the other presumably green.
The red one was lit.
"It's already off."
Leia's brow furrowed. "Huh."
"Right?" Gwen asked.
"I wonder who did it," Leia mused.
Lemy stopped at the door and knocked, then glanced at his phone to reread the text.
"Come in!"
He turned the knob, went inside, and closed the door behind him. "You wanted to see me, Aunt -?"
The words died on Lemy's lips.
Leni, clad in black negligee, stood at the foot of her bed, one hand on her cocked hip and a mischievous, closed-lipped on her face. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders like silk and her eyes were lightly shadowed. Her sensuous pink lips sparkled in the overhead light and her smile widened at his shock. "Hey, Lemy," she sang.
Oldest trick in the book. Text me, get me alone, pounce me. Lupa did it last night and...actually, idk if anyone else has, but still, I should have seen this coming.
Lemy smiled nervously.
What happened with Lupa was an aberration. Or so he told himself. He wanted to be loyal to his girls, especially Gwen, but what could he say, he was weak. Gwen said it was alright but...I dunno, I still felt like shit about it. Every time I turn around, I'm dicking someone else. I guess I'm too much like Dad.
"Hey," he said, "what, uh, what's up?"
Leni came to him and trailed her finger down his chest. "I need your help," she said. Her smell, sweet and clean like summer rain, tantalize his senses, and he felt his dick beginning to respond in spite of himself.
"With what?" he asked.
She bent and the tips of their noses touched. Her eyes, wide and innocent, stared into his, and her lips curled up at the corners. "I want another baby," she said in a breathy whisper, "and Lincy can't have anymore. But you…" she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled his body flush with hers. Lemy's throat closed and his heartbeat sped up. "You can."
No, Lemy, be strong, please, Gwen needs you…
Leni sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and brushed her teeth over it, the wicked light in her eyes flickering like the fires of hell.
...make it up to her. You can just make it up to her, bro.
Taking Leni's face in his hands, he molded his lips to hers and swept his tongue into her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him backwards to the bed. She sat, and he knelt over her lap, his knees on either side of her legs. She laid back and pulled him with her, her thighs spreading. Lemy paused, unzipped his pants, and took his dick out. Leni watched him, panting, and smiled when she saw his prick. "Ummm...hi, Lemy," she purred,
A little voice in the back of Lemy's head yelled at him to stop. One kid on the way is enough, bro, don't dig yourself deeper.
His brain sent the HALT command to his body, but somewhere along the way, it became garbled and instead of stopping, he went full steam ahead, penetrating his aunt and knocking a shocked gasp from her lips. She propped her legs up in an M, and Lemy hooked his arm under one of them. She pulled it away and rested her ankles on his shoulders. Now he looked like the dude in that meme. When her son walks in on you smashing and you gotta tell him he can grab your phone and play games on it. "It's right over there, lil buddy."
"Do you, like, think you're man enough to put a baby in me?" Leni asked playfully.
Lemy jerked his hips forward and sank himself to the hilt. Her eyes crossed and a shiver went through her frame. "Is that man enough for you?"
She caught her breath and locked her eyes with his. "Not yet."
Leaning over, her splayed his hands on either side of her head and set a quick, rough pace, fucking her hard and fast, the way he fucked Lynn when she teased him. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she nibbled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Without warning, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt, flung him off, and climbed on top of him. She aligned their sexes, then sank onto him with a shivering sigh. She brushed her hair out of her flushed face, flattened her palms on his chest, and favored him with an evil little smile. She lifted herself a little, then brought her hips down, sheathing him. Lemy stared up at her breasts; they quivered and shook beneath black lace, and Lemy licked his lips. Leni leaned over, laid her hands on the backs of his, and guided them to her chest. "You can touch them, you know," she whispered.
He squeezed and massaged them, and she smiled. "Like, good boy." She rose up and began to rock her hips. Lemy played with her tits and enjoyed the view as Leni worked herself into a blushing, sweating frenzy. Her eyelids rippled, her lips sparkled, and her nostrils flared. Her damp walls throttled his dick, desperate for his life-giving load, and after a while, he had no choice but to let her have it. She pressed his hands to her breasts, tossed her head back, and gave a long, trembling yelp.
When it was over, she climbed off and lay next to him, her thighs clamped shut to keep him from dribbling out. "Now we wait and see." She turned, pecked him on the cheek, and patted his chest. "Thank you, Lemy."
"Glad to help."
Later, after Leni kicked him out (I like, hate to fuck and run, but I have stuff to do), Lemy took a long, hot shower. Dude, did I really do that? I already have one girl pregnant, I don't need two. It's different with her, though. I mean, she's a grown up with a job and a savings account, at least.
That's really not saying much, but...fuck it. I'm not normal and neither is my family, I better get used to that now while I'm still relatively young.
Cutting the water, he got out, dried off, and dressed. In his room, he sat at the desk and picked up his screwdriver. Alright, now to finish off this -
The door opened behind him.
Ugh, what now?
He turned in his seat and tensed.
Gwen and Leia came into the room, Gwen closing and locking the door behind her. His eyes darted from her to Leia and back again. Uh, I've never seen a murder irl, but I'm pretty sure a lot of them start like this.
Leia came over and knelt on the floor in front of him. "Lemy," she said, "I love you."
It took him a second to get his bearings. "Huh?"
She took a deep breath. "I love you. Like...I'm in love with you and I want to be with you."
Oh.
OH.
He looked at Gwen, and she smiled. "Look, Leia, I -"
"I know," Leia said, "and I respect that. I also know I don't deserve you." She lowered her eyes to the floor and that one gesture of penitence and submission struck him like a slap to the face. "I was a huge bitch to you and I treated you really cruelly. I'm sorry. I am, Lemy, and...I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
Lemy didn't know how to reply. He told her he couldn't be with her because of Gwen, but what did he say to Lupa? And Leni?"
Not that.
He fucked them. He fucked both of them. The cat was out of the bag so...what reason did he have anymore?
"Leia," he said, "look, it's fine, I -"
"No, it's not, you're a sweet, caring, loving man who always does what's right. I hurt you and I'm sorry." She reached out and laid her hand on his crotch. "Let me make it up to you."
She lifted up on her knees, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his dick, already hard despite just being drained minutes ago. She curled her fingers around the shaft, brought the tip to her lips, and placed a loving kiss on top. "I love you, Lemy," she said. She kissed it again, then licked it, making him shiver. "I love you with all my heart and I want to be with you. Please?" She took him into her mouth and went down slowly, her tongue expertly stroking him and her sizzling spit swishing around his head. She took him to the back of his throat and swirled her head around.
Lemy swallowed thickly and regulated his breathing. Gwen laid her hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "Can she be in our harem, freak?" she asked. "Please?"
Leia dipped her hand between her thighs and rubbed herself through her panties. She pulled back to the tip, then surged down again, back, again, back, again, getting faster every time. Lemy turned his head and his nose touched Gwen's.
"Can she?" Gwen asked huskily.
"Yes," he said and kissed her.
In the heat of passion, things happened. Leia gave up her spot to Gwen, who swung her legs over Lemy and shifted onto her lap, and Lemy tasted his own precum on Leia's tongue. She grazed her nails tenderly over his scalp and gazed into his eyes, her breath dank and smelling of dick. "I love you," she said and pecked his cheek. "I love you." His lips. "I love you."
Gwen laid her hands on his shoulders and sank onto him much the same way Leni had. He closed his arms around her and held her close, lifting his hips to meet her downward thrusts. At some point, they moved to the bed, Leia and Gwen both on their knees with their butts stuck into the air. Lemy thrusted into one, then the other, back and forth, their fluids mingling freely. Gwen and Leia held hands and came moments apart, both panting and gasping for breath. Lemy finished in Gwen, then moved on to Leia, his dick instantly hard because he was a Loud and therefore a sexual superhero.
Leia pressed her cheek to the mattress and threw herself back into him, going faster and faster until she came unraveled again. Lemy leaned over, planted his hands on the bed, and slammed deep into her, finally cumming with a soft moan.
Afterward, they lay in a row, Gwen and Leia flanking and Lemy in the middle.
Dude...alright, Imma say it, I am the luckiest motherfucker alive.
And you know what?
For all the stresses in my life…
...I wouldn't trade it for the world.