I'm back, you so and so's. The long-awaited final part of this trilogy but don't worry, I'll still keep this little AU within the AU for Kat and Joy. Let's be real, they need all the characterization that they can get right now. QTQ will be put on the back burner since I'm doing the three chapters. Don't worry, I already have the outline for most of it. Plus, I'm doing certain scenes early so I can get them out of the way whenever once I get that chapter. This applies to Crystal Prison. Believe, me there are several scenes that I want to get to. I already did most of my Bumper Jr. scenes.
Crystal Prison scenes especially the Unleash the Magic one. That's a tough one since I have several ways of which it can go. The impact is the same but I can figure out which way is the best way. I guess I'll do whatever flows the best
I'll do polls between each chapter for Logbook and other things. Also, we have Awesome, Tearjerker, and Heartwarming folders for QT Quarrel on Tv tropes
Yes, I heard the news that Casagrande's got canceled but it had 3 seasons which is incredible for a spin-off. Also, Loud House got greenlit for seasons 6 & 7. Owl House and Amphibia final season arriving next week(whenever I post this chapter).
I almost got about something. I made a chart of all the potential females that can get a lemon. We have over 60 potential ladies for Lincoln to love. Oh boy
Tags: [Part 3], [Muscular girl], [Threesome], [Height Difference], [Family visits], [World-building], [Scar appreciation], [Leg-lock], [Missionary], [Breeding] and [Voyeur]
JD112: They have made their appearance already but they haven't had a dedicated scene or chapter. These two are super minor characters so there's not much for me to work on.
Bryan Pacheco/Pirohiko-Baltazar: Lincoln, Haiku, and Alexandria were special ops for like three years. It would've been wasted potential if I didn't world build. Don't worry, the QTQ would be posted before this one. I have to make the AUs distinct as each of them can help. Jordan's chapter can happen in high school. Mollie's in the future. Shy QT & Cristina are around the same time during college. Alexandria & Haiku are action-packed with real-world action.
Mr. Haziq: Yeah, boy. Given his parent's childbearing capabilities, Lynn Jr. doesn't want to take any chances
"Okay now, where were we?" Lisa acknowledged as the program resumed. "Also, there should be a poll available regarding this story," She pointed out to the reader. "So hurry up and vote, please,"
"Haiku and Lincoln had an intimate evening together," The computer revealed, showing the pair cuddling while blissfully slumbering in Haiku's bed. "This is the morning after the incident,"
"So it should be Alexandria's turn, correct?" The scientist predicted as she brushed the crumbs off her hands and clothing.
"Affirmative, Dr. Loud," The machine confirmed. "This chapter may be longer or shorter depending on how the author feels," HEY! You right. Plus, I have a lot to do and games to play.
"Don't we all?" Lisa chuckled before pressing play. Yes, we do. Yeah. I'm looking at you guys with a massive backlog of games in your Steam library, especially with the Lunar New Year sale going on. So better play on some of your games before buying new ones. Or don't. I can't tell you guys what to do.
Here lay the couple enjoying the other's warmth as they slumbered in a gentle embrace. Haiku opened her eyes first. It must be all of those night shifts during their missions. She's still in lurk mode. A low chuckling slipped from her smooth lips. Old habits die hard, after all. No, no, no. Haiku pushed those painful memories away to the darkest corners of her mind. Those days are gone. Team 6 is free to be people again. They completed their oath and duty to Hammer Down, allowing them to feast on the fresh fruits of their labor. Haiku glanced down at her snoring teammate, smiling at his peaceful face buried into her modest bosom. Her silky ashen fingers glided through his soft snow hair. He moaned delicately in contentment, nuzzling deeper in her chest. That's her Lincoln. In a way, Haiku's grateful towards Hammer Down. The program brought them closer together. Although, she would prefer a more vanilla route. You know? Going on coffee dates, checking new books together, Lincoln drawing her like a french girl and sitting on his face with black thigh highs. Simple stuff. However, the missions made their lives exciting. Haiku would've liked less blood and death. Lincoln whimpered a bit before gracing her with those gentle blue eyes of his. "Morning, Haiku," He greeted with heavy eyelids as his voice dragged on.
"Good morning, Lincoln," Haiku smiled back with her fingers still locked into his hair. "It should be morning by now," She acknowledged. They should probably get up.
"Five more minutes," Lincoln requested, closing his eyes again.
"It won't hurt," Haiku agreed to his statement while closing her eyes as well, wrapping her legs around his. Given all the shit they went through, a few extra minutes of sleep is perfectly understandable, only for Haiku's stomach to roar like a starving beast. Lincoln blankly stared at her as her face flushed scarlet with an embarrassed grin. "You better get breakfast ready,"
Lincoln rolled his eyes at the demand. "I always get breakfast ready," He groaned while detangling the web of legs. Haiku stretched on her side of the bed, relieving her tired muscles, even popping a few joints like popcorn. She looked over her shoulder as her raven hair rested on the center of her back.
"That's because you do it the best," Haiku replied in a flirty tone enticing him to continue his domestic duties.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lincoln muttered, waving off the flattery. He received enough when he was home. Both searched for their discarded clothing from the previous night. "These are yours," Lincoln handed a pair of black lace panties to the goth.
"Thank you," Haiku replied as she raised her legs to slide her underwear back on. Lincoln observed the fabric gliding over her creamy thighs. She searched for her shorts for a quick moment. Oh, there they are. He ogled her marvelous callipygian, jiggling with each tug of her raised shorts. She smiled at his hungry gaze. Enjoy your fill, Lincoln Leonidas Loud. "Hurry up, Lincoln, your Lady, is hungry," Haiku teasingly requested as he put his orange shirt back on.
"I heard ya," Lincoln replied before heading out of the purple-lighted room.
Haiku patiently waited. Her eyes scanned one of her books at the table, listening to the sizzling of savory meats. Lincoln periodically swapped his focus between the pans on the electric stove. She sipped her earl gray tea watching him perform, knowing that she could cook herself. However, Lincoln does it so much better. Art. That's what Haiku calls it. There's virtually nothing he can't cook, thanks to being the son of a chef whose restaurant has several locations now—breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Check. Basic meals to lavish feasts. Approved. Fuck, she almost sucked Lincoln dry when he made that strawberry cheesecake, but noooooooooo, they had to send them a mission. No matter. They have all the time they need for themselves. "How're the eggs looking," The goth questioned, pausing her reading.
"Almost done," Lincoln responded, adding a dash of black pepper to one of them. Alexandria entered in a light sweat graced by the tantalizing aroma of bacon. She removed her black Bluetooth headphones."Hey Alex, breakfast is almost ready,"
"Sweet, I came right on time," Karate QT remarked in her blue top and shorts. She sat down at the table, removing her smartphone from her upper arm strap. "Man, I'm so glad that I found that lake to do some laps," Alexandria beamed as Lincoln handed her a cold glass of orange juice. "What's on the menu today?"
"Eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes," Lincoln listed the meal options. "There's toast and fruits if you want some," His thumb pointed to nearby bowls and plates. Apples, oranges, and bananas alongside several warm slices of golden brown slices of toast. Haiku grabbed some condiments from the cupboards while Alexandria received the bread and fruits.
Karate QT stared at the goth as she peeled an orange. "Psst," She called out to Haiku, who stopped spreading the strawberry jelly on her toast. "You sucked him off nice and hard, didn't you?" Alexandria signaled with her hands as Lincoln flipped a pancake. Her teammate blushed quietly with a knowing smirk.
"You damn right," Haiku confirmed before munching into her toast. "Fuck, I missed doing that to him," She shuddered gleefully, remembering his small whimpers and how he begged his Lady Haiku to allow him to cum. Goodness, it was thick and sticky like glue. One of her favorite missions was when they went to Portland, Oregon, to deal with Eco-terrorists. Yes, eco-terrorism is a thing. It's not unheard of, but it's relatively rare. Honestly, when you research weird shit, you'll find out bizarre shit. Go figure. Like I didn't know that fertilizer was highly flammable. I mean… that shouldn't be surprising since it's made from organic materials. This is why people should read the warning labels on the back of the packages. Trust me; it'll save you a ton of trouble. Now, where was I? Oh right.
Lincoln and Haiku masqueraded as a couple touring the city after moving from California, essential since their targets were those weird new-age people. I've never been to Oregon, so I don't know. Is this where the Hipster aesthetic came from? Please let me know. So the pair infiltrated the group, discovered their plans, and stopped them from blowing up a local tech company without getting directly involved. Mission Success. Expect that one evaded capture, a Whitney Casino. She hid with the couple in their apartment for the heat to die down. Then Haiku got an idea. Noisy sex. Casino was a voyeur, the noises of their passionate lovemaking were too irresistible for her to stay quiet on the couch. She begged them to let her watch after Haiku caught her peeking. The goth agreed, only if Whitney handcuffed herself and sat in the corner. She did without question, watching in earnest. Haiku bounced on Lincoln's cock like a pogo-stick while she claimed his neck as hers leaving a trail of love bites. Another idea popped into her theatrical mind. Lady Haiku tugged Lincoln's hand, leading him in front of their little pet. Whitney's mouth watered at the sight of Lincoln's throbbing cock, begging to be back inside of Haiku. Huh, the carpet does match the drapes. Haiku whispered something to his ear. He arched his brow at the request, only for her to nod to confirm. Lincoln shrugged. He grabbed Haiku's waist as she gasped upon feeling him insert himself inside of her. Whitney's eyes widened, watching him pound the goth in a full standing nelson. Her stomach bulged slightly with each thrust as their tongues danced around. Whitney panted haggardly with a deep scarlet blush at Lincoln, ravaging Haiku. He let out a deep groan as he filled Haiku's womb. The musk fogged her brain clouding her memory. All she recalled after that was being in cuffs during a ride to the police station.
"I want my turn," Alexandria pouted as she tossed an orange slice into her mouth. "The most I got was a boner when we train and maybe some material for when he jerks off," She mumbled as Haiku smiled, patting her hand. "Do you have any tips or tricks that help me?" Karate QT requested the goth. Haiku nodded before whispering into her ears. "I can do that," She smiled after a short explanation. "The issue is when," Her teammate wiped the crumbs from her shirt.
"Whenever you desire. Do it when and where you feel the most powerful and sexy," Haiku advised her squadmate. "You'll have plenty of time to find a chance now that we're off duty," She smiled along with Alexandria as they clinked their glasses together. Their smiles widened as Lincoln brought their steaming hot and delicious meals.
"Here you go, ladies," He declared as he set down the plates. "Dig in," Lincoln paused as they devoured their food in wild hunger. He shook his head before sitting down to eat as well.
Team six went grocery shopping later into the week. Lincoln's and Clyde's family wanted his new home and his roommates. That means a lot of food and preparation. Fortunately, they decided to have a potluck for the housewarming party instead, but it's still good to restock their supplies. The market still has those social distancing stickers throughout the aisles. "I'll check the fruit section," Haiku remarked, holding her Jack Skellington tote bag.
"We're going to get some meat," Alexandria replied as Lincoln pushed the red shopping cart. The two browsed the chilly section observing poultry, beef, pork, and seafood. "Your dad is bringing his lasagna, right?" She asked as Lincoln contemplated his two choices of chicken thighs. One was cheaper but had less, while the other was expensive by a few cents but was bigger per gram.
"Yep, that'll last us for a while," He answered, placing the slightly more expensive one in the cart. "I haven't that I left, so he'll make extra," Lincoln smiled at the memories of the meal.
"Do we have everything?" Alexandria examined the cart. They had their meats, pantry foods like soups, ramen, rice, and hygiene products.
"Yeah, the rest should be here later this week," Lincoln replied. They ordered Sam's Club for the bulky items like water, drinks, cleaning supplies, snacks, and toiletries.
Meeting old faces
"Lincoln?" A familiar voice called to him. The two turned to the sound and found a mature redheaded woman in a jade sweater with a matching pencil skirt. "Is that you?" She pushed her cart to gain a closer look at this strapping man.
"Ms. Johnson?" Lincoln's sapphire eyes widened in recognition of his old homeroom teacher.
"Goodness, it's been years," Agnes smiled at her former student. It's been years since they've last seen each other. The news that he joined Hammer Down shocked her to her core. She expected him to be an artist, probably an animation or graphic designer. Not becoming a member of a federal paramilitary organization, striking down threats to their safety. Agnes grinned at her old student. Oh my, those years have done wonders for Lincoln. Tall, fit, well-maintained hygiene. He still has those wonderful blue eyes. "You've become quite the young man, Lincoln Loud," She remarked.
"Oh um, thank you, Ms. Johnson," He stammered with a mild blush, rubbing the back of his head as Alexandria playfully nudged her elbow into his side. "You haven't aged since I've left your classroom," Lincoln commented. He's not wrong. Agnes Johnson has been a gorgeous woman ever since he was her student. "Guess blinding beauty was an accurate statement," Her fiery vibrant red hair flowed down to the center of her back like a drop of smooth maple syrup. Canada, particularly Mapleton, removed the ban when he was in high school. The jade sweater hugged her fully developed curves. No set of wrinkles either.
"Charmer," Agnes giggled. "No need for formalities, Lincoln, get over here," She embraced him, pressing her pillowy chest against his firm chest as she rested her head against his shoulder. "I'm glad my star student is okay," The educator prolonged her smile as she gazed at him. Lincoln had a soft smile hiding a level of sadness as Alexandria placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. Agnes's finger grazed his left forearm. Smooth. Way too smooth. There's no trace of hair as her fingertips glided across. It made a hollow noise as she tapped it several times with her index finger. "Lincoln…," She whispered, holding him tighter. What have you endured?
"I'm okay, Ms. Johnson," Lincoln consoled the redhead. "It's been a few years now. I'm fine now,"
"I'm happy to hear that, Lincoln," Agnes smiled with a gentle grin.
"Better than what that maniac was planning," Alexandria rested her elbow on his shoulder. "Now we're relaxing in our new place, and now that our contract is done," She explained before the trio chatted for a while, with Haiku joining soon after with her bag filled with an array of fruits. Agnes got promoted to Principal after Huggins retired earlier in the school year. The students pinched themselves. Principal Huggins retired?! Woah, they've been gone for a long time. In the meantime, Team 6 searched for part-time jobs. Even though Hammer Down provided them with a stipend each month, it still feels good to be a regular person again. Also, those cheques won't cover everything.
"Nice to know you three are doing well," Agnes remarked to the group. "I'll let you guys finish your shopping. It's wonderful seeing you again,"
"It's great seeing you again, Ms. Johnson," Lincoln smiled at his fifth-grade teacher. His sapphire eyes followed her swaying hips as she glided towards the Team 6 leader.
"It's Agnes, Lincoln," She persuaded with a half-lidded looked as her soft hand lingered on his toned chest. Oh my. Her fingers twirled tiny circles into his orange shirt.
"Okay…Agnes," Lincoln did what he was told with a mild blush. Haiku and Alexandria shared a blank look. They thought he had outgrown his fixation for redheads. Agnes grinned, patting his cheek before strolling away. Alexandria hooked her toned arm into his.
"Come on, Casanova. We have a potluck," She declared as Haiku took control of the shopping cart.
Today's the day. Lynn Jr. anxiously rubbed her hands as the train cart rumbled to its destination. Championship games have never made her this nervous. "We're going to be fine, Lynn," Margo comforted her friend, but that did little to ease her racing heart. "It's just a housewarming party," She rested her palm on a red cooler in the empty seat next to her.
Lynn Jr. sighed, dragging her calloused hand through her brown hair. "I know, Margo," The fifth daughter of the Loud family paused. Memories of Lincoln's detached arm crawled around in her mind. "It's that he lost his fucking arm. Thanksgiving dinner with Carlos, telling us what he did during Hammer Down," Lynn fretted with bulging eyes right when the train stopped allowing passengers to enter and exit. It resumed its route. "My little bro killed people," She whispered to her teammate. No matter what Lynn did to ease her mind. Nothing worked. That image plagued her dreams for weeks. Lincoln stood over that man with a vice grip on his neck as his face turned raging red, desperately attempting to fend off Lincoln. It doesn't work. Red shifted into blue before finalizing to deep ghastly purple while his brain and breathing grew softer with each passing moment until. Nothing. All in front of the man's family. Yeah, he deserved it but in front of his family, of all things. To add to the severity of the situation, Lincoln promised to kill the son if he tried to take revenge for his late father.
"Is that a part of his job?" Margo questioned. She's seen the news segments about Wheatglass over the past month. They broadcasted uncensored images of the aftermath of the raid. Numerous dead, bloodied bodies littered the halls and various rooms. Fuck, those rooms were disgusting. Margo shuddered as her skin crawled at the high-definition images. She gagged at the revolting maggots, buzzing flies, festering patches of mold, shelves of plastic bottled amber liquid, and jars of putrid white substances with lines of brown. Holy shit, I can feel it crawling on my back right now. Now, I want to clean my room.
"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm freaking out!" Lynn Jr. exclaimed in their empty cart. "He's supposed to be like…." She searched her brain for an answer. "Behind the scenes letting others do the dirty work or not join at all," Lynn confessed to her friend, leaning back into her seat staring into the steel ceiling. "It fucking sucked knowing that he was out there performing these dangerous missions and not knowing if he's dead or alive. He should've been here with us," She sighed, recalling those lonely nights staring at his empty room door. "Making his dorky comics or doing some art project," The fifth child gripped her black leggings. "Now I don't even know if he even likes art anymore," Her eyes glanced at her red sports bag. His charming blue eyes scared her.
Margo wrapped an arm around her team captain. "It's a housewarming party. We're going to be fine. Lincoln's fine with a brand new place and trusted friends," She smiled while Lynn nodded to agree.
"We're going to be fine," Lynn repeated. Margo pulled a firm yellow plastic line signaling for the train to stop. The pair got off the train as they strolled down a path. "Damn, they really hooked Lincoln up," She whistled at the sight of the house. Several cars were parked up in front. "I think it's bigger than my parent's house," Lynn commented before Margo pressed the doorbell. Haiku opened the door in a simple black and purple dress. "Haiku," The star athlete greeted in a dull voice.
"Lynn," The goth replied in the same voice. She still held a grudge for the No such luck incident from years prior. "Hello, Margo," Haiku's tone remained with a gentler touch for the teammate. She opened the door for them to enter her abode. "Come on in. We're about to begin," The sports fan entered, pulling out their phones to scan the QR code. Margo Roberts and Lynn Loud Jr. Confirmed. Gentle EDM music played throughout the area. They found the rest of the guests in the living room chattering amongst themselves. Lincoln and Clyde conversed, catching up with each other, filling in what occurred over the years enjoying a can of soda. Numerous tables with orange sheets were in the living room and kitchen with an array of snacks, drinks, and meals for them to enjoy.
"Lynn, right on time," Lynn Sr. smiled, carrying a tray of steaming lasagna as Bobby went to find the bathroom. "Put the cooler in the kitchen," Margo nodded, rolling it into the assigned room. Luis, Jessica, Lana, and Lily watched cartoons on the … 64-inch FLATSCREEN PLASMA TV. They gave him one of those?! Pop-Pop, Myrtle, Leni, Lori, Luan, Lucy, and Agent Cunningham played UNO. It's getting intense. Lynn Jr. grabbed a plate with some chicken wings and barbeque chips and sat with Luna, Sam, and Lola. Maro returned with a can of beer. The doorbell rang again.
"Hey, cub, welcome back," Adora yelled upon entering, with Hugh, Cheryl, and Meryl holding a plate of sweets. She's holding the hand of a young girl with brown hair and blue eyes.
"Hey, Adora," Lincoln raised his Sprite in acknowledgment. "Who's the kid," Meryl and Cheryl placed the plates on one of the tables before joining the UNO table. Hugh stepped to Adora's side, sharing a gentle smile. Lincoln glanced at their wedding rings. The couple hardly changed throughout the years. Adora lost a portion of her muscle yet remained remarkably toned. Hugh finally put a sweater on. He got a job at one of the local colleges as a professor.
"This is our daughter," Hugh introduced to Lincoln's shock while adjusting his glasses. His eyes bounced between the three. When the hell did this happen? "Come on, say hello, dear,"
"Hello, I'm Mara," She greeted in a polite tone before heading behind her mother's firm thigh.
"She's shy," Adora explained, teasingly nudging her husband. "She got it from you," Hugh rolled his eyes at her. Lisa returned to the living area.
"Dr. Loud," Hugh remarked to his colleague.
"Dr. Smith," She responded, joining Rita, Benny, and Cordelia. Mara found a chair and read one of her books.
"Is that everyone?" Lincoln asked.
"Yep," Alexandria checked the list before striking up a conversation with Adora and Chole.
"Good because it's time to eat everyone," Harold, Howard, and Lynn Sr. announced. They beelined to the kitchen for first dibs.
Lincoln and team six gave their guests a brief tour of their new home. Agent Cunningham provided details as well. All the accommodations contributed by Hammer Down enable squadmates to be in reasonable proximity with one another. It's a five-bedroom and four-bathroom complementary style house with craftsmen elements enabling a sturdy, practical and organized design. Solar panels powered the home on top of the terrace all while providing an excellent view of the stars. A garage, basement, and an entertainment area. The guests were starry-eyed at the features. This sounded like a mini-mansion. How can they afford this place? Oh right… Team 6 did some of the worst missions thus got paid handsomely. A few hours passed with the sun setting through the windows. Security lights activated. The children yawned with heavy eyelids. Their parents picked up their kids allowing them to rest on their shoulders. It's time to go home. Margo and Lynn Jr. were the last ones, assisting Lincoln clean up the area.
"That's the last of it," Lynn Jr. dusted her hands. She just took out the trash as Margo washed the dishes. Her teammate ushered her a look. Do it before we leave. "Um, hey Lincoln," She whispered. He moved his head to face her. Lynn gulped as her throat tightened as he approached her. Why am I so nervous? He's your brother. But…he's not anymore. Lincoln's different now. Everything he's experienced for the past eleven years created this. Battle Bot, Morag, Rusty, and Michelle. No Such Luck was the straw that broke the camel's back. How else could he decide that leaving in the middle of the night to join Hammer Down without any of them knowing the right path to walk on? No. It's too late to complain now. You had three years to do that. A stern glance from Margo told her to hurry or they'll miss the train. Lynn gave Lincoln a monstrous bear hug. Her muscular arms snaked around his torso, applying pressure to his midsection. Lincoln returned the favor despite being confused about the action. He peeked at Margo who smiled and shrugged while Lynn nuzzled her face into his chest with a gentle expression. "I got something," Lynn muttered. Margo handed her the scarlet bag and dug into it. His eyes widened at what she revealed. It's an art kit—one of the professional ones with multiple media. Alexandria and Haiku stared at the gift. "I had this for a while because I wanted to give this to you for when you got back," She confessed in an uncharacteristically soft tone while blushing like a schoolgirl. "But I didn't know when you were coming back. Shit, you probably don't like art anymore or already have something better," Lynn continued worryingly at the possibility of how Lincoln lost his passion. He replied with a tight comforting embrace.
"Thank you, Lynn," Lincoln smiled. She tightened her lips, resisting a quiver as her eyes moistened. The siblings held each other for a few more moments. "Lynn, you're crushing my spine," He croaked out at the suffocating hold of sisterly love and affection.
"Come on, you bro-con. We're going to miss the metro," Margo remarked, checking the app. "It's good seeing you again, Lincoln" She smiled, giving a hug of her own. Damn, his back is strong. Lynn shot her closest friend a dark glare at her tracing fingers. They said their goodbyes with the athletes rushing to catch the train as Team 6 finished cleaning up for the night
It's the middle of this Thursday afternoon. Lincoln mounted his motorcycle with his helmet in his hand. "Do you have everything for today?" Haiku asked. She's wearing a short flowy purple tunic with snug black leggings and boots to match. The engine roared with a brief rumble.
He nodded. "Do you want me to pick you up from work?" Lincoln asked. Haiku got a job at the library. It's not quite the night shift but still, she had the comfort of the night. The goth shook her head.
"I'll be fine," Haiku waved off before giving a sly smirk, tracing her smooth fingertips on his arm. "Perhaps, you can visit for lunch and I'll take you to the backroom for some dessert," She purred with delicious intent.
"You just started this week," Lincoln replied with scarlet cheeks yet wasn't against the idea.
She shrugged. "Lincoln my dear, I'm not the first person to use that room," Haiku informed.
"Maybe later," Lincoln considered. He pulled his visor down before revving the engines and speeding off, creating a small cloud of dust.
Lincoln traveled into the shopping district with a light jade rail cruising by a stoplight. He revved his motorcycle again, turning left on a straight road for a few minutes. The team six leader parked his bike at his destination as he removed his helmet. A gentle jiggle signaled his entry into the establishment. "Welcome to Witches Garden, Lincoln," Cordelia grinned behind the counter.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Forrester," Lincoln greeted the elder goth. "I placed an order. I wanted to see if it's ready," He showed her the confirmation order on his phone.
"Coming right up," Cordelia remarked. She returned with a bouquet. "You've healed a bit, Lincoln," She acknowledged the light in his eyes.
He blinked owlishly before creating a shy grin. "Well I had my team to thank for that," Lincoln commented as he retrieved the flowers.
"Is it for someone special?" She asked before frowning at the melancholic expression on his face.
"I'm paying some people a visit," Lincoln whispered. The witch closed her eyes, taking his hand into a snug hold, uttering a silent prayer for the departed souls. "Thank you," He said once she finished.
"Any time, Lincoln," Cordelia replied. "Please be well," He deserves some peace.
"Ma'am, I live with your daughter. I literally don't have a choice," Lincoln joked before exiting the store.
The sixth child of the Loud family found himself on the outskirts of Royal Woods at the cemetery. He cracked open the creaky metal gate into the somber graveyard as he started his search. Lincoln strolled through the burial grounds as others paid their respects to lost loved ones or to mock fallen enemies. You can't tell nowadays. He kneeled at a gravestone. Dorothy Cunningham. "Hey grandma, sorry that I haven't visited you in a while. I've just been busy lately," Lincoln confessed, placing a red columbine. A pale blue incorporeal hand grabbed the flower as the spirit of his maternal grandmother arose with a smile.
"It's alright, Lincoln," Dolly played with her gift. "I know you've been with Hammer Down. You're definitely Albert's grandson after all," She giggled with a charming smile.
"I have the white hair too," Lincoln pointed at his scalp. He took the bluebell, putting it behind him as another spirit took up its offering. "Hey, Aunt Harriet,"
"Good day to you, Lincoln," Harriet welcomed her great-grandson. "I pray that you're doing well,"
He paused for a moment as they gazed upon him with concern. "I've been … doing better lately," Lincoln confessed to his elders. Both laid on a hand on him in comfort.
"Don't blame yourself for what these people did," Dolly exclaimed to her grandson. He saved people from making the same mistake that she did.
"Yes, you did honest work in your service," Harriet added to the unsure Lincoln. "Believe me, I've seen some of the worst humanity has to offer. I couldn't do anything to stop it," She growled at her limited options during her mortal life. "You did what I wished I could've done at your age. Now you have a cozy home, the respect of the nation, stable income, and supportive people around you," Harriet smiled widely. "Especially those two girls, no, women with you. Haiku and Alexandria," The spirits chuckled at his flustered expression. "They're good people. Keep them close, Lincoln,"
"I will, Great aunt Harriet," He vowed. They nodded before vanishing. Lincoln gripped the last set of flowers. One more gravestone to visit. He traveled far to the edges of the gravesites as the stones became scattered and solitary, with the lush grass morphing into barren dirt before stopping. Lincoln wiped the dust off the decrypt coarse gray stone. Here lies Phillip "Flip" Phillipini. His heart and mind battled conflicted thoughts and emotions regarding the local scammer. Lincoln doesn't know when he died. Only when they discovered the bones after Battle Bot attacked in Middle School. (Hint: THIS IS A MASSIVE HEADS-UP. Probably one of the biggest scenes for QTQ). He didn't pay any mind to what happened to Flip after he skipped town when the lawsuits came in. Yeah, Mollie's mother and their family lawyers didn't appreciate the boat scam that left them stranded on an island during the end of the fishing season. Damn, was he the only one to visit after all these years? It laid bare without a trace of flowers or anything as if they just buried him, said the final rites, and left. Didn't help that his mother died while he was in high school. Flip was the black sheep of the family. No heirs or spouse. Just Flip. Lincoln placed a daffodil. He shielded his face from a sudden sharp gust of wind. The forecast didn't call for wind today. His eyes scanned the site for the missing daffodil. He shrugged before giving the stone a final look.
"Thank you," Someone whispered. He smiled at the voice.
Okay, finally, we're getting to the lemon or at least the start of it. Believe me; I've been trying to get this part for months. Ah, the struggles of a writer. Now where the hell were we? Oh right. For old times ' sake, Alexandria and Lincoln trained in Ares & Athena's Area rooms. Ah, this brings back memories. If only Pandora was here, then Lincoln would get the whole experience. Perhaps another special chapter. But that won't happen anytime soon. We already have the three random chapters and the rest of the original choices: Brown, Sweater, Cookie and Panda QT, and Polly Pain. Also, I deliberately didn't put Stella in the poll because she would've won by a landslide. Plus, I needed more time for characterization for QTQ, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Adora's acolytes panted heavily. They spared for at least an hour with their sweat glistening under the overhead lights. Lincoln glanced at her heaving breasts, recalling when she placed his head between them after tedious missions. Her quick sharp battle yell snapped him out of his stupor. Lincoln skillfully blocked and parried her barrage of strikes as she pushed him back. This wasn't anything serious, just to keep each other fit and sharp. Who knows when they'll be called back again? He ducked under her roundhouse kick, granting himself a clear view of her tempting camel toe. Alexandria slammed her foot into the mat, anchoring herself, rotating her body for another kick. She opted for a leg sweep with a lowered body, smiling as he jumped to evade it. Both hands stabilized her form for an upward spear kick, only Lincoln grabbed her ankle, flipping his teammate to the floor. "Seriously, dude," She groaned before finding themselves in a familiar position. Lincoln mounting her with their faces mere centimeters, tasting each other's warm breath. "Why are we always in this position?" Alexandria smirked in a flirtatious manner.
"I don't know to be honest. Out of the crazy stuff that happened to me," Lincoln shrugged, recalling some of his crazier adventures. "This is low on the list,"
"So now what?" Alexandria prolonged her grin with her fingers roaming on his thighs. She giggled at his failure to answer. "Come on, Mr. Man-with-the-plan. You should know what could happen next," Her fingertips traced the outline of his abdominal muscles, relishing in his meek shivers. He glanced at her cleavage with anxious hunger. Should he? "Do it; you've won," Alexandria urged him. He lowered his twitching hands to above her breast. A quick nod granted him access as a soft purr exited her lips. She sneaked her palm to the seat of his crotch. Hey, a girl wants to have some fun too. They massaged and rubbed the respective organ. His member pulsed in her hand while his fingers sank into her fabric, feeling the gentle warmth of Alexandria's tender flesh. Their eyes locked on the other's lips before parting them slightly as they closed the gap between them. Mmmhhhhmmmm. They can almost taste them.
"May I have your attention, everyone? The Arena will be closing in ten minutes," They both groaned at the announcement over the intercom, ruining the moment. "I repeat, the Arena will be closing in ten minutes. Please complete your workout. Return and sanitize the equipment used. Thank you," It clicked off.
"We should probably get going," Lincoln muttered as he wanted to continue. She nodded as he helped her up. Alexandria grasped his wrist, staring intensely into his blue eyes.
"We're continuing this in my room," She stated before kissing him on the cheek. He gulped in anticipation, yet an eager look remained in his eyes. "So hurry up," Alexandria demanded, giving him a pat on the buttcheeks. Oh, what an adorable noise that he made. The two went to their lockers.
They waited outside at the bus stop under the moonlit sky, standing closer to each other than usual. It didn't bother them. Alexandria wrapped her strong arm around Lincoln's shoulder to ease his mild shivering. The shuttled arrived with a mechanical screech. She kept her hold on him even as they took their seats in the nearly vacant bus. It's almost midnight. Lincoln pulled his phone, handing Alexandria a spare earbud with the other one in his ear. Serene music played throughout the ride with his hand placed on her thick thigh. It continued as they arrived home hand in hand with the other. Lincoln's keys jiggled as he unlocked the door. He scanned the dark living area, resting his bag by the doorway. "Haiku isn't home yet,"
"Nah, she has to cover someone's shift for an hour," Alexandria explained, strolling behind him. "That means I have you all to myself," She whispered into his right ear, snaking her arms around his waist, pulling him to her as her breast rested on his back.
"Should I shower at least?" Lincoln offered.
"We're going to sweaty again," She laughed with a raised brow. "Come on, bunny boy," Alexandria escorted him to her room. A similar layout but is slightly bigger due to her training equipment. Both sat on the queen-sized bed in silence for a brief moment. "Now where were we?" She leaned forward capturing his lips. Lincoln melted into her touch, allowing his hands to roam around her sculpted body. Her skin remained at a comfortable temperature. Lincoln recalled his earlier encounters with Haiku before smacking himself mentally. Those two are different. There's no point using the same methods. Alexandria opened her mouth, for her moisten tongue to lick the edges of his soft lips. His mouth ajared for her darting tongue. Their tongues performed a duel or danced with Alexandria's hand gripped his hair. One of his hands traced her curves while another cupped her boob, unleashing a moan into his mouth to his enjoyment.
"Someone's sensitive," Lincoln teased his teammate. She pouted with heavy breathes and scarlet cheeks.
"Oh, shut up," Alexandria rolled her eyes with an annoyed voice yet it didn't hide her amusement. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He raised his arms for a smoother removal. Scars. Tons of them throughout the years. She frowned, outlining some of the older ones. "I'm so sorry Lincoln," Alexandria muttered, discovering healed wounds on the underside of his jaw, forearms, and collarbone. "If only I was stronger back then you would've-," Lincoln interrupted her rant with a sudden embrace.
"It's not your fault, Alex," He comforted his teammate. "I didn't expect Battle Bot to return with a gigantic hate boner. Hell, he even made friends to hell with you and Serena,"
"Yeah, after we kicked his ass the last time," She grumbled at the assault in elementary and middle school. "It didn't help that he helped him," Alexandria fumed at the memory.
"That doesn't matter anymore. It's just us right now," Lincoln consoled, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"Do they still hurt?" Alexandria questioned as he rubbed one of them.
"Not as much as they used to," Lincoln confessed. An idea sparked in her mind. Alexandria took his arm and kissed the faded burn mark. She placed him on his back, smooching whatever blemish she could find. He must know she values and appreciates him. Their time as sparring partners, classmates, and operatives of Hammer Down. Her tongue traced the outline of his abdominal muscles before stopping at the hem of his shorts. He nodded for her to proceed. Alexandria lowered his pants, revealing his shaved public area before a fleshy appendance smacked her forehead. "Holy shit," She whispered in amazement with a trickle of fear. Fuck, it's like her forearm. What was his family feeding him? Or was it one of Lisa's experiments?
"Yes, this is all-natural," Lincoln bragged to her shock. Her blush spread to her ears and neck.
"I knew you were a grower," Alexandria commented, stroking with a steady rhythm and it's growing. "Oh fuck here we go," She inhaled to calm herself, slowly taking him into her mouth. He moans softly at the welcoming orifice. Alexandria congratulated herself. So far so good but this wasn't good enough. How much can she take? It's time to find out. Karate QT lowered her head enabling more of his length to enter. An involuntary jolt forced her to release him issuing a fit of coughs.
"Fuck are you okay?" Lincoln asked
"Yeah, I'm okay. Damn, gag reflex," Alexandria grumbled at the failure. She barely got over halfway. She rubbed her burning throat. "I think this is all I can take right now,"
"I can give you some tips," Haiku's sudden voice startled the pair. She waited for them to ease the racing hearts. The goth swaggered to the bed, crawling before Lincoln with a gleeful smirk. "Do you have a spare hairband?" She asked. Alexandria reached to her black sports pants and handed Haiku one. She never leaves home without one given how thick her hair is. Haiku skillful wrapped her gorgeous raven hair into a tight professional ponytail. Lincoln swallowed his spit upon observing the amorously primal glow in Haiku's eyes. Alexandria's eyes expanded to dinner plates at Haiku's effortlessly took Lincoln's entire length into her mouth and throat. Shit, she can it pulsing in her pale throat, but Haiku wasn't bothered in the slightest as if you took her to drink a glass of water. The goth wiggled her eyebrows at her teammate before leisurely removing herself from Lincoln's cock. It's covered in spit while Alexandria gawked with heavy steaming breaths. "Don't worry, Alexandria, I already had my fill," Haiku wiped her mouth.
"But I can't," Alexandria started when Haiku raised a finger to silence her.
"There's always another way," Haiku replied. "What do you enjoy the most while being with Lincoln?"
"I…like when his hands are on my body," Alexandria confessed with a meek blush. "Plus, his cock feels awesome in my hands," Haiku nodded the answer. A quick glance from Lincoln told her the same.
"Now you two know what to do," Her beckoning finger arose Lincoln as he shuffled towards Alexandria. Both were on their knees, facing each other. Alexandria tenderly raised her sport's top revealing her erect brown nipples. Lincoln didn't waste a second in holding both of her breasts in his skillful hands. "Mmhmm, that's a good boy. There's nice and perky, aren't they?" She purred as he kneaded the soft flesh. "How about you, Alexandria?" Haiku quizzed her teammate, who was busy jerking off Lincoln's phallus while he removed the shorts, inserting his fingers into her tight snatch. The goth shrugged, moving to the side, allowing the two to indulge themselves in pleasure. The pair breathed heavily through their noses, shoving their tongues into the other's mouth. Alexandria's hands firmly stroked his dick with one at the base and another polishing the shaft. Precum discharged from the swollen head, staining Alexandria's toned abs. Haiku licked her lips, grool coated his thrusting fingers, creating a pool underneath Alexandria. Subtle whimpers and muffled moaned bounced off in the room. Haiku's pale hand lowered to her lace black panties, massaged her moist entranced through the fabric. Hey, she should have some fun too. Their musk packed the room, sweat coating their bodies with the pleasure of reaching its climax. Alexandria's body shivered with a sharp moan, spraying Lincoln's hand and tan sheets. He recompensed her by shooting sticky white ropes, marking her hands, forearms, and six-pack. They removed their lips, connected by a thin veil of warm saliva. Their dim lust-filled eyes locked, panting to recover. Karate QT gazed at the substance coating her body. She brought her hands licking all what she could find. His tongue traced the edge of her neck, tasting the rehydrating sweat.
"Fuck, it's so thick," Alexandria moaned with a sweet aftertaste in her mouth.
"I know, right?" Haiku chuckled, peeking at Lincoln's throbbing manhood. "He's still hungry, Alexandria," The goth examined. Karate QT glanced down with a racing heart. Oh shit, she's right. Alexandria leaned back with a grin, spreading her legs for Lincoln's viewing. "Come on, Lincoln. Look at how pretty she is. Give in and eat," She urged the team leader. Alexandria gulped as he approached her. She barely took him into her mouth. Now he's going inside her. No. Determination filled her soul. There's no turning back now.
"Are you ready?" Lincoln positioned himself at her entrance. She nodded. He gently inserted himself, stopping whenever she whimpered. Alexandria gritted her teeth from him stretching her out and filling her up. "Are you okay?" He hit the back of her vagina. It pulsed and convulsed, wrapping itself around his manhood.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Alexandria groaned with several pants. "Just go slow, please," She pleaded with a thin veil of tears in her hands. He nodded before capturing her lips again to ease the pain. Haiku enjoyed the show. Lincoln tenderly thrust his hips into Alexandria as she cupped his face. Tight-lipped whimpers turned into soft pleasurable moans. Alexandria's body adapted to Lincoln's length and girth, gripping the sheets. "A little to the left," Lincoln adjusted himself to the command. She yelped. "Fuck right there," Alexandria moaned in a guttural tone with goosebumps erecting on her skin. He maintained his pace slow and deep, wanting her to feel every…single…inch of him. Two pale hands pushed him deeper inside of her.
"Haiku?" Lincoln questioned the grip on his hips.
"Don't mind me just providing some assistance," Haiku grinned as he continued to thrust. "She has to take all of you one day," She informed when another pair of hands grabbed his ass plunging him further. "Ohhhh," Haiku mouthed at Alexandria's boldness. Karate QT leg-locked Lincoln preventing him from escaping. Her toes curled with a few cracks as a puddle formed under her. The goth took upon herself to shove her tongue down Lincoln's throat performing a tango with his own. "Fill her up Lincoln," She ordered with a husky tone before turning his head to face Alexandria. Her mouth partly opened as heated breaths pushed outmatching his thrust as a thin coat of moisture covered her face.
"Do it Lincoln!" Alexandria shouted from the top of her lungs. He growled like a starving beast, plunging as deep as he could into her. "FUCCCCKKKKK…" She dragged with twitching eyes and a slack jaw as he pulsed his seed into her, staining her womb.
Haiku pushed his hips back and forth. "That's right, don't leave a single drop," She purred into his ears with a trail of kisses on his neck. Lincoln and Alexandria panted from their lovemaking, gazing lovely into their eyes giving a gentle kiss. She shuddered as he pulled out. "Good boy, you gave a thick one," Haiku watched a thick river of semen pushed out of her opening, pooling on the sheets.
Thunderstruck Alexandria's mind once the haze lifted, observing the situation. "We didn't use a condom," She muttered. His heart dropped with the new information. "And I haven't checked if it's a safe day," Alexandria fretted but having Lincoln's kid. That doesn't sound so bad.
"I have some Plan-B," Haiku held a capsule. Alexandria and Lincoln exhaled in relief as Haiku handed it to her teammate. No need for oops-babies.
Lisa trusted her two fingers into her mouth, savoring her flowing juices. She winched at a mild sting from twisting her nipples. It provided a unique stimulation, adding more to her pleasure. "Thanks for voting for this special chapter. Fuck, I know I enjoyed it," Lisa moaned rubbing tiny circles on her throbbing clit. "The poll says that you want the author to post all three of the random chapters being Taylor, Jancey Yates, and Tabby," She squeaked out a second. "Sorry QTQ fans, you'll have to wait a bit longer. Don't worry, he already has most of the outline. I'll see you in the next chapter,"
Man, this took forever to complete but life happens. So yeah, we're going to have a bit of a chapter barrage for Log Book for a while. I already figured out a plot or setting for them. Now I just have to write it ... which is the hard part. However, I figured out a system to deal with it by writing whatever scene I want first since I already have the order.
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