Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino

Even Louder than Hell

By Lola Presents

Chapter 2

Lucy was unsure if she had merely gone blind or was getting prevented from opening her eyes. Either way, she had gotten what she wanted, even if it came at a cost. Lincoln was vigorously thrusting his massive cock in and out of her cunt, while her mother was passionately and succulently French kissing her.

And as events progressed and grew in intensity and enthusiasm, so did her pleasure. Then something changed, and things began to feel different. Lincoln's length and thickness dramatically increased, pounding mercilessly against her cervix. Her mother's tongue began to elongate and snake down her throat.

Suddenly, her cervical orifice tore in several places as Lincoln pushed through it into her womb, when he stopped moving and released a torrent of warm liquid inside her. Simultaneously, her mother's tongue opened, issuing a similar fluid into her stomach. The pain was nearly unbearable, and she almost pleaded for them to stop.

However, her struggle lasted only a moment. As her body filled with the fulfilling liquid, its warmth spread throughout her body, bringing a sense of clarity and calm unlike any she'd experienced before. She began to experience pain in a new way, indistinguishable from pleasure, and it drove her to climax, spilling clear, slick fluid onto her thighs.

As Lucy's orgasm subsided, Lincoln pulled out of his sister, and her mother ended their kiss. That's when the memories began flooding her young mind. The first ones to return were the last she had, starting eight months ago, then a hundred years ago, then a thousand. Soon, Lucy realized these were not her memories but someone else's.

With no way to stop them, the memories continued pouring into her mind, going back millions of years, then eons, until she experienced her first memory as she spontaneously arose from the primordial soup that predated the universe. And finally, she knew who she was, and her name was Flesh. At least, that's what it used to be.

Now, she wasn't sure who, if anybody, she was. Lucy? Flesh? Both? Neither? Perhaps it was more straightforward than that. Maybe she was something new, neither human nor egregor, but the perfect hybrid, drawing power and knowledge from both, along with their weaknesses.

Finally capable of opening her eyes, she cracked them slightly.

It seemed that her senses had exponentially increased, and the thin sliver of light she witnessed caused her to recoil, shutting her eyes quickly. Then trying again a moment later, she opened them more slowly, letting them adjust to seeing more than any human ever could. Slowly and cautiously, she sat up, then stood, looking at her brother and mother.

While they looked entirely like themselves, their fingers had elongated, ending in talons as before, and their eyes were glistening black orbs. However, they retained their skin and hair instead of a mass of writhing tendrils.

Their flesh was now medium grey and adorned with prominent dark veins. And Lucy finally understood the black goo. It was nothing more than remnants of the primordial soup from which all life-blood originated.

Walking over to the living room window, Lucy gazed at the world beyond the thick curtain as clearly as any human would without it, peering through the minute cracks between the fibers of the fabric. She watched a young couple dressed in casual wear walking their poodle down the sidewalk.

Closing her eyes, Lucy could smell their lust for each other, hear the irregular, unsynchronized and weak heartbeats as they pumped impure, diluted blood through their bodies, and feel the fear they harbored toward nearly everything around them.

"Sweet Lucy..." sighed Lincoln as he came up beside her, "...what is it you are thinking?"

"What troubles you, my daughter?" inquired Lucy's mother, joining them at the window.

"Look at them," Lucy whispered with melancholy in her voice, despite the triple octaves and warbling. "So close together, yet so distant," she began. "They've built an entire world out of facades, lies, and falsehoods, designed to isolate them from each other and themselves," she continued, sighing in between verses. "They've built walls and barriers around themselves, leading to fear of the unknown and things they do not understand. They have forgotten who they are and whence they came, incapable of truly loving and experiencing each other's existence, wholly and completely. And when I think about it, I feel..."

"Empathy?" offered her mother.

"Pity?" suggested Lincoln.

"No..." sighed Lucy. "Sorrow. If only they knew the truth."

"Then we shall do what we've always done," responded Rita, placing one hand on Lucy's shoulder.

"Show them the truth and make them understand," added Lincoln aggressively.

"No," stated Lucy, sighing again.

"No?" questioned her mother, surprised at Flesh's response.

"Please, explain, my love," requested Desire.

"These humans are not like those from our past," Lucy informed them. "The Nephilim of old had minds open to new things, their hearts bled freely, and their flesh was pliable. These are but pale shadows of their former selves with closed minds, frozen hearts, and rigid flesh," she continued remorsefully. "The direct approach will no longer work. Doing so would create fear, hatred, resistance, and eventually, a need to destroy the source of their distress."

"Meaning us..." sighed Rita, in fear for their future.

"What are we to do then, love?" asked Lincoln, still staring at the world beyond the curtain.

In answer to his question, Lucy leaned forward slightly, spreading her ass. And when Lincoln looked upon the dark opening nestled between her grey lobes, yearning for something, anything, to get brutally inserted into it, making deep squelching noises as it opened and closed on its own, Lincoln answered the call.

Pairing his pointer and index finger, he lined them up with the pleading orifice, slipped her fingers inside her, and began thrusting them in and out of her body, his flesh stimulating her anus and his talons shredding her innards to ribbons. And as Lincoln continued his assault, Lucy collapsed onto the television stand, grasping at her hair, moaning with intense pleasure.

And after a few moments, Lucy experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Her knees buckled, repeatedly slamming against the furniture, and her body trembled violently, spilling waves of vaginal discharge down her legs. Then, as her body stilled, Lincoln slipped his fingers from inside her and waited for his beloved sister's primordial blood to heal her body.

"We need to adapt, change the rules," announced Lucy a few moments later, rising as if nothing had happened. "Subtlety and finesse are now our best options. If we can get them to recognize the flaws in their current existence on their own..." she led her family.

"We won't have to go to them..." added her mother, followed shortly by her brother with, "...they'll seek us out instead."

"But..." her mother began to object.

"... will that work?" finished Lincoln.

Lucy turned, wrapped her arms around her brother's neck, and smirked at him. "I just got you to satisfy me without a single word, didn't I?"

"What must we do?" mother and son asked in unison, eager to begin.

The elementary school bus arrived sometime between ten and fifteen after three to drop off Lisa, Lola, and Lana. Of course, Lisa stepped off first, as she preferred a seat near the front, along with the other nerds and rejects. Lana bounded out of the bus next, sitting near the middle, where the average kids sat, and Lola took her sweet time, promising to grace the bus with her delightful presence tomorrow, as she worked her way up from the back where the popular kids gathered.

While the twins liked to brag about how they did everything together and boasted about their twin-speak, the truth was that they seldom did anything together. Most of their activities were personal affairs. On occasion, they did begin to miss each other and made an effort to do something together, but that was rare. When it mattered, though, they were there for each other. However, today was not one of those times.

Straggling behind Lisa, the twins argued and bickered about what after-school show to watch first, ignoring that Lisa was ahead of them and the result of their debate would get rendered moot as soon as Lisa picked up the remote. However, Lisa ran back out shortly after walking through the door.

"Guys!" she declared, getting the twins' attention. "Guess what?"

"WHAT?!" they belted, annoyed that Lisa had interrupted their feud.

"Lucy's awake!" Lisa cried, running back into the house.

The twins looked at each other, then bolted for the house, eager to catch their sister up on all the exploits they had while she was comatose.

"Hi," moaned Lucy, appearing no different than she always had, her dark bangs still covered her eyes, and her pale skin was as dull as ever.

"Hey, Lucy!" chirped Lana, sitting beside her, beating Lola to it. "How are you feeling?"

Lucy shrugged. "Okay, I suppose," she replied. "Still a little shaky, though."

"I bet!" interjected Lola. "Wanna see my new trophy? I won it a few weeks ago."

"Uh..." murmured Lucy. "Not really..."

"Come on, guys..." exclaimed Rita as she rounded the corner from the kitchen. "Give her some room. Shoo! Go, go go..."

"Fine," conceded Lisa before getting to ask a single question. "I have homework to do anyway."

And as her siblings plodded their way upstairs, Lucy gagged at the trivial monotony of their lives. However, she knew the importance of the charade and forced herself to maintain the illusion. But when the time was right, that would change.

Eventually, the middle school bus arrived, dropping off Lynn and Luan, followed by the high school, depositing Luna and Leni on the sidewalk, and similar scenes played out. And when everyone had acknowledged that Lucy had awoken from her coma and gone about their business, Lucy was free to join Lincoln in his room.

Closing the door behind her and locking it, Lucy sighed as her form reverted to its unnatural state. "That's almost more effort than it's worth," she admitted, dropping her panties and lifting her skirt. Then, climbing onto Lincoln's already nude form, impaling herself upon his glistening rod.

"Fuck, yes..." murmured Lincoln, shuddering as he whispered in Lucy's ear and raked long tears in the flesh upon her back. "God, you feel so good..."

Smiling seductively at her lover, Lucy leaned in and bit his chest, tearing his nipple from his body, swallowing it whole, then watched as his flesh repaired itself. "You taste divine," she cooed as Lincoln's head lolled back in ecstasy. "But I can't wait to experience Lana's offerings," she admitted quietly, pressing her forehead against Lincoln's. "Her smell alone drives me crazy."

Lincoln chuckled at Lucy's lust, adding it to his own. "For me, it's Lola," he told his lover, rising to meet Lucy's undulations. "I can't wait to defile her and restore her to her true form, then literally eat her pussy."

"Don't worry..." chirped Lucy, moaning at the thought. "You can have mine when we're done here."

Eight months ago, Lucy would've never imagined finding herself in the situation in which she now was. Her entire concept of what it was to be a demon had gotten irrevocably altered. Before, her understanding was that they were driven solely by rage or hatred, fueled by some religious pretext.

Now, however, she was beginning to understand that there was so much more depth to them than she ever thought possible. She began to wonder why humanity ever strayed from its primordial origins. Their senses alone brought new clarity and understanding to nearly every aspect of daily life. Their ability to heal was immeasurably valuable. And not being able to feel pain was a blessing in its own right.

Having been brought back into vessels already occupied by a living soul, the egregors lost many of their external abilities, such as telekinesis, hive mind, and the ability to summon tendrils outfitted for various tasks. Yet, they retained their unparalleled healing capacity and their ability to shape-shift.

But doing so was neither instantaneous nor easy to maintain. Lucy, Lincoln, and Rita were not fully fledged egregors. They were still part human, which meant they didn't have an endless pool of energy to pull from. Maintaining their human form exerted a great effort, and they frequently had to excuse themselves to rest.

The biggest test so far was making it through dinner. But an even greater task lay ahead, sleeping through the night without reverting. However, they had a plan for this. Choosing their first targets, Rita selected her husband, Lynn, Senior, and Lucy picked her roommate, Lynn, Junior, ensuring that everyone was secure in their rooms. As Lincoln had no roommate to worry over, his choice was obvious; Leni, as she was the only other sibling without a roommate.

Later that night, after everyone had taken their turns in the restroom, voiding themselves or taking a shower, Lucy lay in her bed, pretending to go to sleep. Being supernaturally empowered, she, like her brethren, did not get tired or feel the need to sleep. As such, she lay there motionless with her eyes closed.

Her senses were as sharp as ever, and she heard and smelled everything with an intensity that would drive any mortal man insane in a matter of moments. Even for Lucy, Lynn's presence tested her sense of smell and personal resolve. Laying a few feet away, her sister had waited until she thought Lucy was asleep before slipping her hand between her folds.

Lynn's daily sweat, vaginal secretions, and nightly gas formed a mixture that permeated Lucy's nostrils driving her into a state of near frenzy. She could feel her visage reasserting itself, the black veins slowly reappearing on her belly, spreading outward. Eventually, the young hybrid could no longer repress her desires and had to speak out.

"Oh, for God's sake," she muttered in the dead of night, startling Lynn into a standstill, pretending to be asleep. "Just go fuck someone!"

Lynn used yawning as an excuse to remove her hand from below and address her prying sister. "Huh?" she muttered sleepily. "What are you talking about?"

"Quit pretending," Lucy demanded of her roommate. "If you're horny, go get the real thing. And, there's no reason to lie about what you were doing, either. You do it every fucking night."

Annoyed at her little sister's interference, Lynn attacked her innocence. "Oh yeah?" she spat. "What would you know about it. You're only nine!"

"Trust me..." sighed Lucy with authority, swinging her legs out of bed and standing before a wall adorned with ribbons and trophies. "I know more about it than you. Besides, are you ever going to tire of being so contrived?" she asked, gently caressing one of the blue ribbons that hung before her.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" growled Lynn, becoming more enraged and defensive than annoyed. "I'm the best at everything I do, and you know it!"

"Best at what?" asked Lucy. "Acquiring false accolades and vague reminders of the past? You've covered your entire side of the room in worthless relics. Take this first place ribbon for the 100-meter freestyle," continued Lucy. "What does it say about you now, at this very moment?"

"Shut the fuck up before I knock you senseless," Lynn demanded, baring her teeth at her sister. "It says I'm a winner, not a loser like you!"

"Funny," sighed Lucy. "Winners don't need to go to such length to prove they're winners. The trophies won't put food on your table or provide comfort in the middle of the night. They won't defend you if attacked and won't ever give you a child. No," finished Lucy, returning to her bed, "they're only reminders of everything you did to avoid becoming a true winner. Besides, it's not like you'd ever get a boyfriend. Or girlfriend, for that matter."

Lynn lay silently in her bed, beginning to weep quietly. For all her sister's arrogance, she had been right. "Lucy..." she eventually whispered. "You're right, you know. I've spent my whole life trying to compensate for my lack of confidence and sense of self. But you didn't have to be so mean about it."

Sighing, Lucy walked through Lynn's open door. "I wasn't being mean, Lynn, only stating the truth." Then, she went silent. If she pushed now, Lynn might become defensive and reject anything she said. Lynn had to ask for more information on her own.

"And what is the truth?" whimpered Lynn. "Why am I so unsure of myself and who I am?"

"Lynn," whispered Lucy. "The truth may be unsettling to you and require you to set aside certain beliefs before you can fully understand it. But, if you truly wish to know, I will deliver the truth to you."

"Um, okay..." muttered Lynn as she fidgeted in bed. "That was more than a little creepy, even for you," she observed. "But, if it helps, I'll listen."

"Are you certain?" prodded Lucy, requiring absolute commitment. "Will you do anything I say, even if it goes against your religious or moral convictions?"

"Yes," whimpered Lynn, desperate for lasting personal satisfaction rather than a long series of brief moments of recognition. "I will."

Lucy then stood up again, stripping in front of her demoralized sister. "Come to me," she whispered in the moonlit room. "And I will awaken your true self..."

Slightly embarrassed, Lynn threw off her covers and stood before her oddly enticing sister, succumbing to something unfamiliar that seemed to hang in the air around her. And after Lucy closed the distance between them, she embraced her sister and looked into her eyes.

"Now..." Lucy instructed. "Hold still."

And as Lynn's eyes startled, Lucy planted herself firmly upon her sister's lips, probing her mouth and throat with her slowly elongating tongue, just as Hunger had done, filling her lost sister's stomach with primordial blood.

At first, Lynn attempted to struggle free but found Lucy's inhuman strength too powerful to resist. Then, beginning to enjoy the experience, Lynn closed her eyes and returned Lucy's gestures.

Then, Lucy stood back and watched as Lynn staggered with delirium, her body undergoing the same changes she went through earlier. The only difference was that Lynn was not a hybrid, and her eyes turned white, like Lincoln's and Lori's originally had. And while she maintained most of her free will, she was now eternally bound to the one who created her.

When Lynn finally adjusted to the changes, she stared at herself, looking at her arms, and her senses were lighting up her brain. She could feel every particle of dust that floated in the room as it brushed weightlessly against her skin. She glanced up at Lucy with astonishment and wonderment as her sister reverted to her unnatural form.

Then, longingly, the two attacked each other with a desire and hunger that would only get sated by carnal pleasures.