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Saving Lincoln

By Lola Presents

Chapter 13

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NOTE: There are only three more chapters to go, and if this hasn't been a crazy ride, it's about to get even crazier! But as Palpatine once said, "Everything is going according to plan."

Lincoln gawked up at Lucy as she leered at him with a desire that pierced his soul. Her hunger spoke of ecstasy that went beyond that of mere mortal flesh. The soulless look in her eyes betrayed her intent. Lincoln looked around, trying to get a handle on what was happening. Lucy's hair floated in the air as if she were in a vacuum, her arms were by her sides, limply askew, and her legs drifted behind her.

His heart rate increased as he wondered whether he was dreaming or not. He looked to his right, searching for hints of lucid dreaming and found none. His room was as it always had been. All furniture and random items were present and intact. Nothing was out of place or altered in some way. With an eerie feeling in his gut, he reached out and laid his hand upon Lucy's cheek. Her skin was cold, and when he made contact, her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Yeees..." she nearly hissed, exposing two abnormally long, glinting teeth. "I can feel the life burning within you. Your precious blood, aching to be released. Soon, we shall dine, and the feast will be glorious."

Did Lucy have fangs? That's sure as hell what it looked like to Lincoln. Perhaps it was a trick of the light and shadow. He had to do something, immediately, to break the spell.

"What would my mistress have of me?" he croaked out.

Lucy smiled. Her legs and arms came to rest on the bed, and Lincoln felt her slight weight make depressions in the mattress. As he waited for her response, she reached over to his nightstand and retrieved a single long-stem rose. She held the stem between the thumb and pointer finger of her right hand. Then, she clasped her left hand around the stem, just under where her right held it.

Suddenly, she pulled the stem upward, raking the thorns again the palm of her clasped hand. Her head lolled back for a moment as she released a ghostly sigh. When Lucy recovered, she dropped the rose onto Lincoln's chest and used her free hand to tip his chin, opening his mouth.

"Partake of my essence, lord," Lucy demanded, holding her bleeding hand over his mouth and squeezing, "so that we may bond forever within the silver shroud of twilight."

Lincoln's eyes flew open, and he tried to resist, but something compelled him to drink. Gazing toward Lucy's small, clenched fist, he watched as the trickled of blood gathered around the pucker formed by her fingers, eventually falling, drop by drop, onto his tongue.

Her blood has a bitter-sweet taste that both revulsed and captivated him. With each drop, his senses became increasingly realigned. The darkness around him became distinct and clear, and the coldness within reached out and caressed his soul, making him one with it. With his mouth full, Lincoln swallowed, and Lucy finally pulled her head away.

"Now, my liege," Lucy informed her brother. "We ratify our union, embracing the carnal desires of the flesh."

Lincon's heart nearly beat its way from his chest. He could hear his pulse in his head. The din was almost maddening but pleasurable regardless. He could also hear Lucy's blood as it moved through her veins. Their tempos intermingled into a single sound within his mind.

Lucy sat and made a parting motion with her hands and arm, as one would a shower curtain. Then Lincoln heard and felt the sounds of ripping cloth as his pajamas got forcibly wrenched from his body by unseen hands. He felt the brisk stillness of the night air against his skin, no longer affected by its embrace, accepted it with grace and welcome.

"My d-dearest Lucy," he stammered. "I fear I may hurt you. Shall we not dine another ni-"

Lincoln felt Lucy's hands on his body, then suddenly, his body was airborne. Lucy spun, forcing him firmly against the wall near his door, pinning him to it.

"No, my prince," Lucy grinned wickedly. "There is only tonight. Do not resist the darkness, lord, for she can be a fickle mistress. Comforting and soothing when calm, but malicious and harsh when not.

Lincoln shuddered and peered at his sister, who gazed up at him oddly. Her head lolled to one side, and her eyes tender, despite the forcefulness of her previous dialog. Something inside him spoke and urged him to trust her. Perhaps it was her blood asserting itself, and maybe it was his unconscious mind. Either way, his consternation faded, giving way to waves of raw desire for the girl.

The lines around Lincoln's eyes receded, and his expression softened. His smile began to match that of his sister, a small fey grin. Closing his eyes, he pursed his lips and leaned his head toward Lucy. Meeting Lucy's rising lips, Lincoln's tongue encircled hers and drew her ever closer, heightening their passion.

Lincoln felt the unyielding force that held him release its grip, allowing his feet to settle upon the floor. Having committed to Lucy, the shadow had accepted him. Lucy broke their union and went to her knees, dragging her palm down his chest as she went, leaving a small trail of blood as her left hand descended.

Settling about his waist, Lucy took his flaccid member into her mouth and began teasing it with her tongue. Lucy traced every nuance of his flesh, running the tip of her tongue over each vein, under the rim, and across the end. Soon, Lincoln was engorged and bursting with a hunger for flesh he'd never experienced before, and it was all directed at Lucy.

After Lucy pulled away, licking her lips lasciviously, Lincoln bent and picked her up. Either Lucy was much lighter than he expected, or he'd suddenly become a lot stronger. Placing her on the bed, he gently lifted the hem of the pinafore Leni had made for her and brought her knees to her shoulders, where she held them firm.

Lincoln slipping his fingers into the crotch of her laced panties and slid the fabric aside, revealing her heated flesh. As he placed his member to her hole, he could feel the cold touch of her skin, the heat only coming from within. It whispered his name, calling forth his desire. However, he hesitated, not wanting to hurt her.

"Do not stop, my love," Lucy insisted. "Pain and pleasure are but interpretations of the same impulse, served by the same nerve. Do not mourn the shedding of my blood. It is mine to give, and I do so freely."

With Lucy's encouragement, Lincoln plowed forward, tearing through Lucy's hymen and crashing into her cervical opening in one stroke. Lucy's back arched, and a distant scream echoed throughout his mind, a ghostly wail of pleasure.

Blinded by desire and drunk on passion, Lincoln couldn't stop now if he wanted to. Something carnal pushed him onward, slamming into Lucy repeatedly, her small form writhing in accordance to the instructions Lincoln's passion gave. Her veil broken, and lining bruised, several thin trickles of blood oozed out of Lucy, between strokes.

"Yeees!" Lucy growled, sounding like a lioness protecting its young. "Bind us, now, my love."

Lincoln's head fell back, and he let out a prolonged groan as he reached climax and gave his mistress that for which she pleaded. As he gave his offering, Lucy's body shuddered, and an immorally satisfying grin crossed her lips.

Finally, the two completed the ritual, and Lincoln withdrew his staff. After which, he fell back onto his bed beside Lucy, who was breathing with labored whispers. She turned her head to gaze at her new master.

"Thank you, my lord," she cooed. "The night has claimed us both, binding us to one another for eternity. I love you, Lincoln."

"I love you too, Lucy," Lincoln replied, almost entirely out of breath.

As the moments went by, the eerie pall that had taken over the room faded, leaving things as usual as they had ever been. The chill of the night returned, raising goosebumps on their skin, and the need to retreat under the covers asserted itself.

Sighing heavily, Lucy removed her pinafore, leggings, and panties, then lay beside Lincoln once he adjusted his position. Together, they pulled the blankets over them and snuggled as they fell asleep.

Lincoln's mind went blank, typical when beginning rem cycles when he heard something strange. There was a voice, distant yet familiar.

"3..." it said, followed by the clicking sound of someone adjusting a dial being, then nothing.

When daylight broke, Lincoln woke with a start, remembering what happened last night. Quickly he looked at Lucy, who seemed utterly normal, then himself. There was no sign of blood, no rose, but both he and Lucy were still naked. His pajamas lay on the floor, intact. Lincoln scratched his head in bewilderment.

He tried to make sense of things, and though his sister was morbidly odd, he couldn't think of anything she could've done to pull off the weirdness of last night, at least until he recalled sharing weed with Luna and Sam. Perhaps Lucy had drugged him? Yes, he thought. That's the only thing that made sense.

Whatever Lucy did, however, Lincoln was glad. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Granted, it was a bit different, but it worked for the two of them. Taking another glance at Lucy, smiling as she slept, he sighed happily.

"Lucy..." Lincoln cooed, rolling her a little. "It's time to get up."

"Mmmm," Lucy whined, not quite awake yet.

Then Lincoln leaned over and gently kissed her lips, bringing her to full consciousness. As her eyes opened, she threw her arms around her brother and returned the kiss.

"Thanks for last night, Lincoln," she said, smiling brightly for the first in years.

"You're welcome, hun," Lincoln replied. "Now, let's go eat."

Lincoln and Lucy had slept late, and most of the family was already downstairs at the table. Taking seats beside each other, they began piling their plates high with ham, egg, and cheese omelets, toast, and slices of grapefruit, as the others all looked them over smiling knowingly.

"You two are glowing this morning," observed Luan. "I'm guessing you have some fun?"

"Indeed we did," Lucy said, nodding enthusiastically.

"I can tell," Luan replied, chuckling. "You're smiling."

"In that case," announced Lori. "We should have another meeting after lunch to see where things stand."

"Meeting?" asked Lincoln curiously. "Yes, and you're invited this time."

"Who? Me?" Lincoln stammered.

"Yes, you," Lori reinforced. "We need your thoughts on something."

Lincoln nodded nervously. It wasn't often that he got asked to join his sisters when they held a meeting, but considering recent events, he felt the need to agree.

"Alright, then," Lincoln said timidly.

The rest of the morning fast progressed nominally, and before long, everyone finished and cleared their setting. One by one, seats emptied, the former occupants retiring upstairs to Lori's room. Lincoln, being somewhat anxious, held back and finished last.

"Well," he mumbled to himself. "I can't put this off any longer. I guess it's time for the interrogation."

Lincoln made his way upstairs and stood in front of Lori's and Leni's door. In the past, an intrusion meant getting turned into a pretzel. Not literally, of course, but that's how it felt. With much apprehension, Lincoln turned the knob, and surprisingly, it opened.

"Come in," Lori demanded as Lincoln entered the rarely visited room.

All his sisters, minus Lily, were already present, sitting on the beds, the bean bag chair, and the floor. Finding a spot near Lola, he sat against the wall, waiting for whatever came next.

"Alright, this meeting is now in order," Lori announced, banging her heel against the podium, then turned toward her brother. "Lincoln, allow me to welcome you to the sisterhood formally. The rules are simple. One, be completely honest at all times. Two, anything said here remains here. Three, there is to be no fighting, arguing, or name-calling. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lincoln said, acknowledging her authority.

"You don't have to call me, ma'am," Lori chuckled. "Anyway, we asked you here tonight so that we can answer some questions. My sisters and I need to make an important decision, and your thoughts are the key."

"Alright," Lincoln answered. "I understand. I think."

Good. Then, I'll take the first question," Lori announced. "Lincoln, it has now been a few days since I found you in the garage, and my sisters and I began admitting our love for you in hopes of redirecting your desires away from Lily. How do you feel about her now?"

Lincoln prepared himself for some hard-hitting questions, but nothing this blunt, and considered running from the room. But then, his sister, whom he loved unconditionally, had done so much for him that he decided to answer.

"I'm s-still in love with her," Lincoln mumbled. "But it's g-getting easier. The more time I spend with you guys, the less I think about it. On the other hand, I see her so little now that when I am alone with her, it's almost instantaneous."

"I see," Lori said, calling on Luna next.

"Linc, I was just wondering..." Luna asked, "Do you know why you feel that way about her? Is it her age, or what? And what about others?"

"I h-honestly don't know," Lincoln whimpered as tears began to fall. "I think it's just her. Maybe. It's just that, until recently, you guys always ignored me or had me do stuff for you. Lily wasn't like that. She spent time with me, just because."

"Would it be fair to assume, then," Lisa continued Luna's query, "that your pubertal development was affected by your closeness with Lily?"

"Possible," Lincoln cried. "Please, I don't know what to do! I don't want to hurt her, but..."

"Anyone else?" inquired Lori after a moment of silence. "Yes, Luan?"

"Lincoln," Luan said quietly. "I don't know about the others, but I showed you a side of myself I'd never shown anyone before, and I need to know, are you truly in love with me? Or was it all an act?"

Lincoln stood promptly, defensiveness adding itself to his current grief.

"Listen, all of you," Lincoln said. "I am in love with every one of you, in the most profound way possible, including Lily, and if that makes me a bad person, then I guess I'm the worst person that ever existed! Now, I'm going to my room. You'll have to make whatever decision you need to make on your own. I'm through answering questions."

Lincoln walked past his sisters and out of the door with his resolve sound, closing it firmly behind him.

"Girl?" Lori prodded, bring everyone's attention back to her. "I think we have enough information to proceed with the vote. Does anyone need a moment to think about things?"

Lori looked around the room, and seeing no indication for further thought or discussion, floored the vote.

"All those in favor of continuing forward, allowing the younger siblings to try, as much as they are able, raise your hand," called Lori.

Lincoln walked into his room, followed by Charles, the family dog, who promptly hopped onto Lincoln's bed as he sat. The puppy laid down, resting its chin on Lincoln's chest. They say animals know when their owner is stressed, and Charles seemed to verify that theory, emitting a small whine.

"Heya, boy," Lincoln chirped, scratching his dog behind the ears. "I'm sorry I haven't played with you much recently. I've been kind of busy."

Lincoln spent the rest of the day in his room, catching up on things he'd ignored. He worked more on his digital artwork of Lily, watched some of his favorite podcasts, and cleaned the spot on his wall so he could put the poster back where it was supposed to be.

He removed the bandages from his knuckles to see that they'd nearly healed. Glad to have those things off, he chucked them into his wastebin and continued by cleaning his room. Lincoln believed it was an excellent exercise to keep his mind busy, and it seemed to be working.

Of course, he exited long enough to use the restroom or join the family at meals, but he otherwise spent the day alone. He had a feeling that he knew what was coming that night. Or rather, who. And as strange as the past few nights have been, the twins scared the shit out of him. Not that he didn't love them, but because they couldn't possibly be ready. If they jumped into something unprepared, they could get hurt, and he wasn't sure if he could resist.

Lunch came and went in a typical fashion. Everyone tended to grab whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, between noon and one. Most of the time, they picked at leftovers but would occasionally make something fresh.

Dinner was more formal, where their parents expected everyone to sit together at the appropriate time. The girls exposed no clue as to the nature of their decision while attending the meal, which frustrated Lincoln. He hated going into things blind. But he couldn't blame them either.

After dinner, he grabbed a bag of chips and a soda, then made his way up to bed. He snacked while binge-watching The Mandalorian until he couldn't keep his lids up any longer. He laughed at the show, wondering how Boba Fett got such a belly.

"Hehe," he thought, fading fast. "Bubble Fatt..."

Then, Lincoln was asleep.