Author's Notes:

S-so that Lyracoln story I promised to post ages ago. I-I forgot about it. Even after being reminded, I still forgot about it. My apologies, and I hope you enjoy it!

I don't think I wrote this as a request or anything like that. Just one day I was thinking of trying to write out a quick lewd, decided on these two and the setting, and went for it. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out actually. A-and I decided to stick with the original ending after all, but I did edit it quite a bit. I hope you can appreciate the humor of it all - and no there won't be a sequel. So, you can decide for yourselves what happens next. Hehe!

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2021)


NONCONSENTING CHEAT

Lyra cracked her door open. Her shifty eyes looked left and right. She smiled, a small grin half hidden behind the door.

"The coast is clear."

She pushed her door open before hopping into the hallway. Her bedroom light illuminated her figure for only a second, and then she shut the door, sending the hallway into darkness.

Yet that single second was enough to reveal her naked body; the medium sized breasts, like two round drops lying proudly on her chest, her long, lithely legs that flared out to a pair of womanly hips, and her silken hair that lay across her shoulders.

She leaned from one leg to the other, her hips rolling to one side. Her body exuded raw sexual power. Her smirking grin was aimed at one particular door.

Lyra made her way over to her parents' bedroom door. She cracked it open and peeked inside.

There was her father, Lincoln, his wrists tied to the bed posts and his eyes covered with a blindfold.

Lyra looked down his masculine, exposed, vulnerable, naked body...

She bit her lip as she eyed his dick. But then, her gaze returned to his face.

Lincoln definitely couldn't see a thing. The room was dark, and he was blindfolded.

She entered the room and closed the door behind her. Leaning on the back of the door, she just stared at him. Licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together, Lyra was getting worked up already.

And he didn't even know she was there yet!

She approached the bed. Her thighs bumped into the edge.

"Luna?"

Her father moved around a little but didn't try removing the bindings.

Lyra lifted a leg, and placed her knee on the mattress. Her father was sprawled before her. She could do anything to him. Her other knee touched down. She slid closer to him until her thighs brushed his legs.

"Silent tonight, eh?"

It seemed he was satisfied with no answer.

Lyra was smiling so much. Her heart was bursting inside her chest. She leaned forward, falling down hands first onto his chest.

He gasped for air when she impacted him.

"Luna!?"

Again, no answer. He sighed and tried to relax. Her weight was comfortable and wasn't too much for him. But the sudden drop was jarring.

Lyra's hair dripped from her shoulder a few locks at a time until all of it splashed onto his chest in a satin waterfall.

She leaned down, laying herself across his chest. Her bare breasts embraced his hardened chest, her soft legs fit delicately between his toned thighs. She purred as his rough cock grew underneath her, pressing deeper into her belly with each inch it erected.

Lyra grabbed his shoulders with her claws, pressed her toes into the bed, and started rubbing herself on him. Her thighs, her supple tits, her flat stomach grinding across his torso and legs.

"I love the mood you're in," Lincoln whispered, thinking he was speaking honestly to his wife.

Lyra's cheeks burned with lust, and her smile somehow grew even wider as she hid her face in his chest.

Once she calmed the fierce drumbeat hammering away at her chest. She picked herself up just a little bit. Her springy boobs went back to their round, perky shape. She pulled far enough away that her tips were still stroking his rough skin.

She shimmied down his body, occasionally dipping down to caress him with the full weight of her breasts.

Once she reached his groin, his hard cock poked one of her boobs. And as she crawled further down his body, his dick easily penetrated her cleavage. The hot, rough dick felt so powerful and wild against her fair chest.

As she moved even further down his legs, she lowered her face. His hard dick rubbed her neck, bobbed on her chin, and slid across her cheek. When she finally stopped moving, his swollen tip was right in front of her lips.

Lyra parted her lips and blew on it.

Lincoln moaned, "Luna, you know I'm weak to your teasing...!"

His daughter smiled at the powerful cock, suddenly seeing it as something cute to be played with, like a fun toy.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head. And then, pulled away again.

She watched the hungry thing twitch like it was trying to find her, or signal her to continue.

Smiling to herself, she moved her head a little. And then, her lips surged forward to press a heavy kiss right on the thickest part underneath his cock.

Lincoln groaned, and his dick throbbed again. But those evil lips pulled away.

"Babe, please..."

Lyra's heart skipped, and the wet heat burning between her thighs was kindling with fresh embers. She never thought that she'd ever have her father begging her to kiss his cock.

What would he think if he knew he was begging his only daughter to service his thirsty cock~?

Her kisses rained down on his length. Soft, silky lips sprinkled gentle, loving pecks from his tip to his base.

Just this light teasing was making his twitching cock drip.

Lyra loved having this control over him. This addictive feeling churned inside her, pushing her to keep toying with his body.

Lifting her lips away, she slid her fingers slowly across his thigh. Just the edge of her fingernails brushed along his cock.

Her father squirmed.

"Damn, do you have to go this slow?"

His voice sounded agitated, desperate.

Lyra had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

Turning her hand around, she rubbed the back of her palm up his cock. Then, she grabbed his tip between two fingers. Holding him steady, she leaned down and pecked his horny crown.

"I want to be inside you," he begged.

Lyra gazed lovingly across his body, right into his stricken face.

"Please... I need you..."

Well, she couldn't ignore a pitiful plea like that.

She put her hands on his thighs and lifted herself up, but arched her chest forward at the last moment. Her heavy breasts jiggled as they leaned forward, and both knocked on his dick.

He groaned as Lyra finished lifting herself up. Then, rearing back on her knees, she looked down at this greedy, perverted cock begging for her to devour it.

She moved one knee forward.

And then, the other.

She caged him in between her silky legs. Her hips hovered over his. Her dripping wet pussy was leaking its love juices on his hard, hot cock.

Lyra slid a hand down her stomach, to her soaked lips. Using two fingers, she spread them apart, and a trickle of her love poured onto him. Her wet heat fell onto his swollen tip and ran down all sides, even soaking his balls and thighs.

"You're so wet," Lincoln stated the obvious.

But he was blind. He didn't realize it was his own daughter's natural lubricant that was wetting his length.

Lyra's fingers left her sticky pussy, and touched down on his cock. Wrapping around his hot length, she paused for a second. Worried for just a moment that his burning passion might burn her skin...

But his passion melded with hers perfectly. Reaching boiling levels together, yet not searing the partner's skin.

Lyra slipped her hand down to his base. Her fingers still circled around him, spread her juices over every inch.

She stroked him a few more times, ensuring her love soaked into his skin, marking him, softening him until his hard dick felt silky smooth.

Lyra gazed down at that throbbing head, wet and primed to penetrate its mate. She licked her lips. Her heart skipped another beat as Lincoln begged his lover, his Luna, to finally connect with him.

She couldn't let him exist in such agony another second longer.

With her sticky fingers aiming his length, she lowered her hips. His tip spread her lower lips easily. But instead of going further, she smirked at that greedy cock and rolled her hips.

Swirling his tip around her juicy pussy, teasing him yet not letting him penetrate her further...

"Luna!" Lincoln suddenly cried, and his hips surged off the bed.

And for the first time, a sound escaped Lyra's mouth. A shocked squeak, a surprised moan, and a deep groan...

He ripped her virginity away in a single selfish moment. And he didn't have a single clue what he'd just done.

Lyra's face scrunched up as the pain mingled with heat, pleasure, and so many new sensations.

Since the damage was already done, and with another wanton moan, she lowered her hips until her freckled ass sat down on his thighs.

Lyra leaned back, feeling his cock stretch her insides, filling her completely.

Lincoln groaned, and his hips wiggled.

If she wasn't sitting on him with most of her weight, she knew he'd be fucking her like a delirious animal.

She debated with herself. Should she relinquish control to her father or should she continue this charade?

His cock was throbbing deep inside, his heat warming her up from her belly.

She looked down and saw he was wearing an expression just as tormented as her own. She deduced quickly just how badly he wanted to make love to her. Somehow that knowledge made the pain flutter away.

Lyra leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. The tips of her hair stroked his skin. Her breasts were squished together as she moved her shoulders and arms closer to her heart.

Their mutual passion was stifling. She was beginning to sweat tiny droplets. She parted her lips, and each panting breath escaped with a vaporous puff.

She tapped her fingers on his nipples; content to just tease him whilst his quivering dick lay captured within her deepest part.

"Please," he begged with a strained voice, "Move, please... I cant take it anymore..."

Lyra smirked. She honestly wondered just how much torture he could take before he'd snap, and then break her fragile body with his strong cock...

But the flame burning inside her body was too hot to ignore any longer.

With a heavy sigh, she lifted herself up off his cock. Each fold clung to his length until the final inch was all that remained within her pussy's grasp.

And then, she dropped onto his lap. Her butt slapping his thighs, his dick pounding her deepest walls, and both of them moaning loudly.

"More," he begged, his voice rough, scratchy with desire.

More, Lyra agreed, licking her lips and picking her hips up once again.

Lyra wasn't experienced by any means, but her rhythm was slow and calculated. Each awkward movement only teased his cock more. Her speed increased with tiny increments until she was going just barely fast enough to stimulate his dick through the sexual plateau.

She knew he wanted to go faster, but she wanted him to cum exactly when she wanted him to. She wasn't even sure if she herself had to cum, too. So long as Lincoln climaxed right when she commanded him...

His hips moved a little with hers. And as she let him push their momentum a little faster, she laid her head on his chest again. Her hips rolled on top of his. Her thighs squirmed, causing her pussy to twist and tug on his length in many directions while her hips used her sheath to jerk him off.

Her parted lips breathed hot air across his hard nipple. Her breasts bounced on his toned muscles as their speed increased a little more.

Lyra was sure they were finally going fast enough that this could be called fucking, but in her heart she preferred thinking of it as lovemaking.

As her tender walls lovingly stroked his length, coaxing more of his hot love to drip inside her body... There was no other way to think of it.

Lincoln gave her a hard thrust, causing her whole body to bounce. Her lips moaned, her sensual voice caressing his sensitive nipple.

"Luna..."

His raw voice sent a tremor down her spine.

"I'm getting close. Are you safe?"

Lyra's pussy quaked, her walls squeezing him deliciously. She bit her lip to control the deep moan wanting to escape from her throat.

The moment of truth was coming soon. His throbbing dick was pulsing like crazy inside her, and his urgent breathing struggled to keep up with their passionate frenzy.

Should she let him do it? Should she reveal herself?

"Luna, I need to know if it's safe..."

His voice could barely speak through his panting breaths.

"I don't know," Lyra finally whispered.

Lincoln's hips stopped wiggling.

"W-who-"

Lyra suddenly ripped the blindfold away, and she smirked at him.

Lincoln's confused face quickly turned to shocked horror.

"What the hell are you-"

But Lyra's pussy was still squeezing his entire length.

"Fuck!" he groaned, yanking his hands against their bindings, "Get off me, before I-"

Lyra wrapped her arms around him, pressed her lips to his cheek, and settled her hips down so that he was as deep inside her as his cock could reach.

"I love you," her teasing voice kissed his cheek.

"Fuck!" he felt his cum start surging through his cock, "Stop-"

And then, she squeezed down on him and started wiggling her hips on his lap. His dick couldn't resist the open invitation to shoot inside this pussy that desperately wanted his cum.

Lincoln shook as the first load splashed straight into her womb.

"Fuck... please..." he begged, "Don't stop."

He couldn't believe the words that escaped his mouth. He couldn't do this to his only daughter.

But the admission excited her pussy. She milked him for every drop, while she purred on his chest.

She kissed his chin, and then settled down in the crook of his neck. Happily purring as her thirsty womb drank every ounce of cum from her father's balls, Lyra hugged him even tighter. Her breasts flattened as if trying to allow their hearts to embrace closely.

"S-stop," Lincoln weakly protested, but then the last shot of cum surged from his cock, betraying his duty to protect his daughter from being taken advantage of by horny men.

When she sensed that his primal need to impregnate her was accomplished, Lyra leaned up and smirked at his face.

"Why do you look so smug?" he asked.

Lyra poked his lips.

"You love me, too. If you didn't, you wouldn't have gave me so much~"

She said this while wiggling her hips again, stroking his softening cock with her pussy.

"Why..." he closed his eyes, perhaps pretending this was all a dream.

"I wonder," her voice tickled his hot ears.

Then, the door opened. And the two turned.

Luna was standing in the doorway. She was staring at her husband's adulterous cock, and the evidence trickling down Lyra's thighs proving that she'd just graduated into womanhood.

Lincoln and Lyra tried to hide under the blankets but it was too late. Both were staring at Luna with shocked eyes.

But Luna was perhaps the most shaken of all, as she stepped toward them, a knife held in trembling hand.

"I-I... I'm gonna kill you, Lincoln Loud..."