Happy New Years, everyone! That's right, I'm back with another chapter of LLB. A proper one this time. I wanted to get this done either before or on the start of the new year.

Yes, the Tabby + Sweater QT chapter will continue as its own separate story as 40k is too vast for like two chapters. Therefore, I have to polish up, rewrite the first chapter and develop my lore but that's a later problem. Also I should hurry up and do my next chapter for Siren's Obsession or do a quick chapter for Crystal Prison.

I finally have a plan for Polly and Panda QT's chapter. Polly's set-up is the classic nerdy guy asking out the awesome tomboy to the dance. Well she asks him. Don't know whether it's late high school or early college since I have the transition educational program or the College Prep in the lore as in Cristina's chapter. The two bond over throughout the chapter becoming somewhat BF/GF, going to the dance, becoming official, Rusty gets jealous and challenges Lincoln but Lincoln loses, Polly still loves her bunny and takes him home to stamp his V-card.

Panda QT is a continuation of the chapter, becoming somewhat of a tough girl but her grades are horrible. It's Lincoln's job to make sure that she maintains her GPA. Rusty gets envious again with another challenge but Lincoln beats him this time. Panda & Polly has a three-way with Lincoln.

Get it? Good it? Good. Make sure you guys vote on the poll or don't. I can't control what you do. Now the reviews

Mr. Haziq: Warhammer 40k has a lot of lore especially with 10th edition coming out this year so I don't blame you.

Bryan Pacheco: I've decided to make that chapter it's own story. That'll allow me to expand the world and make it more compelling to read. You guys enjoyed my Hammer Down arc so consider that a bonus for y'all

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"Huh, we got another chapter already," Lisa raised her brow in surprise. Not complaining, but damn. Hey Tabby's and Sweater QT's chapter will be its own story. Fuck, that means I have more shit to do.

"Just in time for New Year," ISSAC stated before analyzing the next universe. "Oh, it's Mrs. Gurdle again,"

"AGAIN?!" Lisa exclaimed before taking a deep sigh. "Roll the tape," She ordered before relaxing in her seat and waiting for the next universe to play.

Lincoln and Rita set up a table and living room for their guests. "Do you think she'll come today?" Rita asked with a worried expression. It's been years since she and her friends just hung out and be girls again. She sighed. Her laptop and a pile of stationery supplies rested on the table with one of Lisa's whiteboards nearby.

"She will," Lincoln confirmed with a sly grin, setting an array of cups on the table. Elizabeth won't disobey his command. Not after she sucked his balls flat as he fucked her eyes crooked. Rita arched her brow at his expression when a rhythmic knocking caught their attention.

"Oh, they're here," Rita acknowledged, stepping towards the door and opening it. "Hey girls," She smiled at her friend group—each holding an item for the meeting. Chef Pat was the group's veteran, having the most history with Rita holding a steaming burger container. They cleared up the graduation party misunderstanding thanks to Lincoln and Lynn's investigation. She's still at the middle school serving Lily with retirement over the horizon. Jancey Yates, their neighbor, joined in on this little get-together. A set of wine coolers rested in her palm. Her golden hair shone luster in the afternoon sun. Lincoln arched his brow at Jancey's flirtatious glimmer in her trademark grin. Why can't he shake the feeling that they were physically intimate in the past? Also, quick question. Should I do a minor retcon where this chapter is the precursor to Jancey's chapter? The MILF hunter timeline?

His mother's boss, Jesse Hiller, couldn't resist making a breaking news story, at least in the fictional world. Her employee is an aspiring author. That'll make headlines. Her upbeat temperament prolonged her appearance, besides a few wrinkles around her eyes when you get close to her. She brought a baking dish of creamy pasta. Finally, to his surprise, is Officer Schoffner in plain clothes. He knew that they were friends but not this close. The last time Lincoln heard about her was when she got promoted to police chief of the Royal Woods police force. Oh, she brought an extra large box of mixed doughnuts.

"Rita!" They all embraced each in a group hug. Lincoln checked his watch, pondering where Elizabeth was.

"Thanks for coming," Rita smiled, holding them closer but frowned at the absence of Elizabeth. Maybe she's late. Lincoln's face went blank; his fingers scrolled his contacts and texted Elizabeth's number. You're late. The other guests are here.

"Right down the street," The message read. He smiled, wondering what fun he'd have with her later.

"I can't have my best employee struggle with her groundbreaking story," Jesse acknowledged as they entered the living room. "Lincoln," She greeted the dashing argent hair man. Her only son matured into a handsome and capable young man. His sapphire eyes glimmered in the lights. A soft crown of snow lay on his head. The first-born son of the Loud house captured headlights for his exploits in Scotland and saving Royal Woods from Joyce. He got a few special items for his birthdays throughout the years. Her lips curved upwards. Maybe she should thank him in a more … physical way.

"Ms. Hiller," Lincoln replied with a grin of his own. Now a few inches above the woman.

"Oh, darling, call me Jesse," The news editor purred before sniffing the scrumptious air. "Mhmm, that smells delicious," Jesse's mouth salivated at the aroma.

"Fresh out of the oven. Dad helped out before heading to one of his restaurants," Lincoln explained, gesturing to the dining room. "Just rest everything in the dining room," The artist instructed when the door knocked again. He smiled. There she is. "I'll get it, mom" He strolled to the door, opening it to reveal Elizabeth at the ready. "Hey, Mrs. Gurdle," Lincoln greeted, using formality to keep appearances. Only his mother knows the truth about their current relationship.

"Liz?" Rita and Patrica marveled at the sight of their old friend.

"Hey, girls," Elizabeth greeted in an anxious wave. "It's been a while,"

Patrica rushed in for a hug. "No shit, Sherlock," She giggled, lifting Elizabeth up in her burly arms. Their other guests entered the dining room, giving the old friends some privacy.

Rita joined too. "Come on, we just started," She smiled, gesturing them to the dining room. Lincoln and Elizabeth exchanged a passing glance, her face brightening at the lust in his blue eyes. Oh shit, he's going to want some of her later on. The group chattered for a considerable time, discussing the potential plots, settings, and prominent characters. "Okay, so we decided on a female serial killer," Rita wrote on the whiteboard, turning to the group. "Let's brainstorm. What should we or shouldn't do?" She considered.

"Don't make them super-attractive like a model or actress," Jancey said. Rita nodded, writing that on the board. Aware of the countless media depictions of female serial killers as jaw-dropping to seduce their victims. It's staler than two-day-old potato chips.

"She can't be ugly either. At least attractive enough for people to think she's smashable," Patrica continued.

"For the love of god, please don't make her method be seduction," Schoffner groaned, holding a can of Root beer in her hand. It may be her day off, but she can't risk getting drunk.

"We need some variety in this demographic," Jesse acknowledged. She's also sick of that stereotype. Too many black widows and honey traps. Come on, is that all they could come up with?

"Should we base on it real-life ones or craft our own?"

"Netflix is doing a ton of documentaries lately," Elizabeth remarked, recalling the Jeffery Dahmer craze. That shit was fucking weird. How do y'all be simping for a fuck mothering serial killer and dress yourself or your kids as them? All from a documentary series? They shuddered, holding back the bile in their throats. People are fucking weird. Especially writers trying to put on a human element to real-life monsters.

"Let's craft our own," Rita suggested for originality. "Any idea for their signature,"

They let it simmer for a moment. "Maybe she does during certain seasons or events," Lincoln suggested. Their eyes widened, and they nodded. That's a good idea.

"You mean like during summer or something," Schoffner asked, clicking her pen to take notes. This can help with future cases. Hell, for all she knows, this book club can solve some cold cases.

"I mean, like, oh, it's the fishing season, football, hunting, or this particular product like fruits is in season," Lincoln clarified, writing his notes on the whiteboard. They nodded; every serial killer had a signature or was associated with something. Furthermore, those seasons are popular among the locals.

"Fishing season is a good one. Remember when Flip sold us a faulty boat that left us stranded around the end of the fishing season," Rita pointed out. Lincoln grimaced with a nod, remembering that event from his youth. Their guests' jaws dropped with disgust at the reveal.

"Fucking cunt," Schoffner growled. How can someone do that? It didn't surprise her when the news of his death became people. Hardly anyone shed a tear.

"We know," Several of them grumbled with a frown. They have tales about that accursed cheapskate. More ideas were shared among the group.

Lincoln shot Elizabeth a lustful glance, motioning his head to follow him. Her phone vibrated. Follow me up in a few minutes. The text commanded her. The older woman's face burned scarlet, but she nodded to confirm. "Hey, I'm heading upstairs to my room. I think I forgot one of my comics or games in there," Lincoln fabricated as he rose from his seat. His sapphire eyes flashed with passion at Elizabeth exiting the dining room and climbing up the stairs. The door clicked behind him.

"Where's the bathroom?" Elizabeth cleared her throat before asking.

"Upstairs at the end of the hall on your left," Rita directed, sipping a cup of white wine. They're going to fuck, aren't they? His mother thought to herself. Elizabeth climbed the stairs, turning right towards Lincoln's former room. It's still his space, often used for storage or when he comes to visit his family.

Her phone buzzed. "I know you're there. Come on, the door's unlocked," Lincoln's message read. "Don't keep me waiting, Elizabeth," Her face reddened at another message. An image of his thick pulsating manhood as he sat on his bed—all for her. For his pleasure and needs. She peaked downstairs as her friends chatted, biting her bottom lips while reaching for the door knob. Waves of electricity ravaged Elizabeth, her heart thundering in her auditory nerves. The thought of them hearing all the sloppy sounds and gagging her throat can make … excites her. She cracked a smile. Those old journalistic instincts roared at her.

"Oh fuck…," Elizabeth whispered, grabbing the handle. Sucking her best friend's son's cock in her house? Delicious. She halted a shiver, turning the knock with a jerk. There he was. His denim jeans were discarded while his grey underwear rested around his ankles.

"There you are," Lincoln beckoned the older woman with lowered eyelids. Elizabeth closed the door. She instinctually got down on her knees and crawled between his knees, rubbing his thighs with her hands. "Holy shit, you got right to it," He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I got a little soft, waiting for you, so you better take care of it," His nimble fingers locked with her brown locks, pushing the older woman's head down. As if she needed the assistance.

"Of course," Elizabeth muttered, giving his flaccid member a few licks and kisses. He relaxed, exhaling out his nose, allowing her to work her magic. His fragrant musk bombarded her nose, but she greedily inhaled the scent getting herself drunk on it. She guided the fleshy member into her mouth with her tongue. No hands are required for this task—only her mouth. His phallus hardened and enlarged into her gluttonous jaw. Elizabeth moaned, stimulating the organ, pushing herself deeper into her throat. White pubic hairs grazed the olfactory organ. Elizabeth's tongue slithered on his cock's underside, sampling the flavor. She choked and slumbered on it.

"Mhmm, that's a good fucking girl," Lincoln groaned, his fingers gripping her hair, keeping her head down with spit leaking down his cock. She attempted to move, but his unyielding hand forced her down. "Stay right there," He demanded in an authoritative tone, relishing in her mouth's warm, moist sensation. She eased her breathing after a brief struggle, taking calming breaths through her nose. "We don't have much time since my mom is waiting for us," Lincoln stood, removing her glasses, but Elizabeth's lips remained on his penis. Her heart quaked as the organ reached new depths of her esophagus, causing the older woman to drool on the floor. "So I'm just going to fuck your slutty little mouth," He replied in an eager voice. "Sounds good?" Lincoln tightened his grip, thrusting slightly to emphasize his point.

"Mhm," Elizabeth nodded eagerly, motioning her hands to unzip her tracksuit while sliding another hand into her pants. "Please give it to me," She pleaded in a muffled voice, looking up at him with lustful eyes.

His lips curved upwards at Elizabeth's mild attempts to bob her head. "Man, you're a greedy slut," Lincoln purred as she flicked her serpentine tongue on his testicles. "No worry, Elizabeth, I saved up a ton for you," His smile widened, playfully thrust his hips into her oral entrance. Enough to make her gag and drool. She inserted two fingers into her moistening slit as drool flowed on her shirt collar in her unzipped tracksuit. They need to hide the evidence somehow.

"Gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk," Elizabeth mumbled as her eyes rolled back, bobbing her head repeatedly with his assistance. Her dexterous hand massaged his family jewels. Lincoln sharply inhaled through his teeth. The room filled with their pungent sexual musk. His attuned ear picked up a presence on the other side of his door. Those full-house instincts never left him. It wasn't his mom. Neither was it Jancey or Chef Pat. Too welcoming to be Chief Schoffner. That leaves only one person, Jesse Hiller. Her ear tenderly pressed against the door so she won't fall through during their intimate moment.

"Mhm," The platinum-haired man muttered to himself, wondering how to proceed. Elizabeth relaxed her throat, allowing the comforting wetness to encompass his cock. Lincoln observed her closed eyes and serene nasal breathing. She's enjoying herself. His sapphire eyes blazed with an idea. Her heart jumped out of her chest when his dominating hands seized the sides of her head. The older woman gazed at the white-haired amorous beast. Neither said a word. Elizabeth smiled, yet didn't know why. Yeah, this was all her idea, but it was a solemn vow to protect humanity. However, here she is. On her knees with a mouth full of cock in one of her best friend's houses. It's one of the best times of her life. Heh. Funny how things work nowadays. Lincoln widened his stance in preparation for his task. Elizabeth only relaxed and closed her eyes with an eager, ravenous heart and a single thought.

Fill my mouth.

Jesse listened to the disgustingly sloppy and arousing noises coming from the other side of the door. Her brown face was wrapped in shock, covering her mouth while subconsciously massaging her throat. She searched for Elizabeth, wanting her opinion on various conspiracies with a potential job opening with the spectacle-wearing woman's name on it. Good god, those sounds, combined with Lincoln's bestial moans. Elizabeth could've made an excellent reporter regarding interviews. No man could resist a good sloppy fellatio of that caliber. Jesse rushed downstairs, where the rest were waiting and eating.

"Um Rita, there's um," Jesse muttered, wondering how she would say this. "Fuck, how do I say this?" The reporter rubbed her hand. She's a veteran in her field, covering hundreds of stories with dozens of outrageous ones while asking difficult questions. Yet here she is, hesitating about what she witnessed.

"Elizabeth's sucking Lincoln's cock all the way to the base," Rita predicted, making herself another plate of pasta. Jancey spat out her wine in alarm at that unexpected statement. Schoffner handed her some napkins to help clean up.

"How did you know that?" Jesse paused momentarily, narrowing her eyes at Rita. Was this a prior engagement? When the hell did all of this happen?

"Lincoln told me that Elizabeth and Samuel thought he was an alien or deity who's going to make Zeus and Quagmire look like a total chump," Rita explained. "So Elizabeth offered herself as a vessel to taper his desires," The mother concluded nonchalantly, with a buzz of confusion lingering around her guests. WHAT?!

"Don't ask," Patrica remarked, halting any more questions. "Liz always had that conspiracy mindset since middle school," She covered her mouth to stop her burp.

"And Samuel is okay with it?" Jancey questioned, wiping her mouth and table dry.

"Pretty much," The high school friends deadpanned. "It's not the first time they've done something like this," Rita divulged to their shocked trio. Not the first time?! The Gurdles weren't a traditional couple. They've been conspiracy theorists for over thirty years. You can't be an average person and a conspiracy theorist. Something has to give.

"So we're just going to let that happen?" Jesse gestured her thumb upstairs, arching her brow at the situation. Rita's high school friend is fucking her son in her own house.

"Yep," The author stated, slurping a web of pasta in her mouth. She smiled. "Don't worry. I had a plan. How else was I able to get Elizabeth to join us?"

Lincoln groaned and grunted as his cock pulverized the inner workings of Elizabeth's throat. Her creamy face was a sloppy mess. She held her glasses in their casing while both eyes were shut in wanton passion. All the older woman experienced was a mind-numbing sense of euphoria. Rows of sweat cascaded down Elizabeth's face as droplets leaked from his face with spit mixed in thanks to Lincoln's aggressive pounding. "Mhm, fuck," The artist growled, shoving her face into the crest of his crotch and remaining there.

She pushed her head, attempting to take more of him into her. "Ack! Ack!" Elizabeth choked, unleashing more spittle on her features and his carpeted floor. His balls rested on Elizabeth's chin while his speartip reached the back of her throat. He stayed, relishing the fleshy, moist wrapping on his member.

"Shit," Lincoln muttered. Both used the break to recover their stamina. Shit, how much time do they have left more they start looking for them? She massaged and caressed his testicles to coax the pleasurable explosion in her maw. Elizabeth purred and vigorously shook her head, creating low, sloppy guttural noises to his delight. "OH, that's right," He praised her efforts with shallow breaths.

"Thank you," Elizabeth mumbled, her nimble fingers tenderly rubbing his tight balls. Fuck he's getting close. Mhm. They don't have much time. What can she do to accelerate this process and make it fucking incredible? She glanced at her spare fingers. "Lincoln," The potential journalist called out to him, tapping his thigh to gain attention.

"Yeah," Lincoln whispered with steady breathing. She released herself from his magnificent cock. Elizabeth took a moment to breathe and formulate her sentence.

"Can I do something?" Elizabeth asked with heated cheeks. Lincoln arched his brow, wondering what she was about to ask? She twirled her finger, edging closer to his butthole.

"Oh…," Lincoln mouthed. Should he allow her to do it? He never did it before. Ah, fuck it. She smiled when he nodded. His widened stance enabled her to move her fingers to his opening. He shivered as Elizabeth's fingertips circled around his hole. Lisa took his temperature like this a few times for more … accurate results.

"Ready?" Elizabeth questioned, licking the sensitive tip to distract his mind. She locked her lips around it, letting him settle on her tongue for an unexpected climax. It happened several times. Better to be safe than sorry. He nodded. She slipped her fingers into his rectum, invoking a deep gasp. Elizabeth searched around for his prostate. There it is!

"AH!" Lincoln exclaimed, his face burned with shock and pleasure. It was different when Lisa did it. Lincoln thanked every deity he knew because he didn't moan or ejaculate in from of his younger sister. Would Lisa even care that he did? Probably not. His body jolted with each finger pressed as his precum oozed into Elizabeth's throat. He tensed his body, preventing himself from erupting. She almost got him. The pair shared a desirable look with identical thoughts.

Time to finish this.

Lincoln resumed his pounding while she kept massaging his prostate. His fingers dug into her brown hair, creating an unkempt nest. Elizabeth's eyes dulled as he pushed deeper and deeper into her gullet, only focusing on making him cum in her mouth. She tightened her throat, sensing his cock twitching, ready to devour his seed.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting close," Lincoln declared, his balls wetly slapping her chin. She growled and grunted, applying more pressure. His musk fogged her mind, using her other hand to squeeze his balls like a balloon. "Ah," He moaned, lowering his volume to avoid alerting his mother and their guests,

"Mhmmmm," Elizabeth groaned as his sperm flooded her throat. So warm, fertile, creamy, and delicious. She swallowed with closed eyes, exhaling through her pointed nose. Taking the atmosphere in for another job well done. The older woman gently sucked for any remaining. Not a single drop was wasted. Her gulps echoed throughout the room until she released with a steamy gasp. She opened her mouth, displaying her clean pink, a sign of obedience.

"Good girl," Lincoln whispered, gazing into her beautiful eyes. Fuck, her face is a mess.

"Don't worry, I have some tissues," Elizabeth consoled, digging into her pant pockets for a tissue packet and passing some to him. He nodded while pulling his pants. She wiped her face and neck, removing the evidence of their ordeal. Her lipstick wasn't smudged. Probably one of the more durable smear-proof models. Another method to cover her tracks.

"You good?" Lincoln asked, zipping his jeans as she adjusted her glasses.

Elizabeth nodded in agreement. Her throat's kinda sore, but besides that, she's terrific. "I'll head out first," Elizabeth replied slightly hoarsely, putting the tissues in her pocket.

"Alright," Lincoln agreed, watching her head out before smacking her ass. She yelped in surprise. His arms snaked around her slender waist. "There's a sci-fi convention coming up next week. Zach, some of my friends, and my mom will also be there. I want you to come. Bring Samuel too," He whispered huskily in her tender ear. Elizabeth's body shivered from his alluring breath, grazing her auditory organ. His cock hardened against her rump.

"Sure," Elizabeth stammered, rubbing against him. He watched as she closed the door behind her.

Elizabeth climbed down the stairs wearing a mask of innocence while the women continued their discussion. They eyed her, fully aware of what occurred between Lincoln and herself. She joined in the conversation for potential groundbreaking secrets or reveals. All good stories need a mystery to keep the reader engaged. Lincoln returned a few moments later.

"Hey, sweetie," Rita welcomed as he took a seat. "We're thinking about adding a mystery element to the story," She said, showing him their notes. "What do you think?"

"Maybe there shouldn't be an overlaying mystery," Lincoln suggested with a shrug, reminding Mr. Hippo's death screen from Ultimate Custom Night. "Sometimes a story is just a story," He stood, writing his points on the board. "We humans often look too deep into things, finding meaning in the meaningless to make sense of things we don't understand," His sapphire eyes turned to the group, resting on Elizabeth for a moment. "It creates an obsession, driving us insane as we have adherence to find answers and complete tasks. That's why we can't just stop at one slice of pizza when it's right in front of us or binge an entire season in one sitting," Lincoln explained, using his Psychology and Sociology degree to use. Hey, we're all guilty of that. "How many books does this series have?" He asked his mother.

"At least three with some short stories depending on how I feel," Rita replied, giving it some thought. "The serial killer will be an overreaching villain," She concluded.

"Each book can add to the 'mystery'. That'll get people talking and theorizing what the mystery will be," Lincoln divulged on human nature, especially with internet use. "Leave a few bits and pieces here and there. Only to find out there's no profound mystery or hidden secret. The villain is just a villain simply because they wanted to be," He concluded, glancing at his mother, scribbling notes, and muttering to herself. Yes, that can work. The group continued crafting the book contents as each left one by one, leaving only Rita, her friends, and Lincoln to clean up.

"Thanks for coming, girls," Rita thanked her old high school friends. Lincoln smiled, watching the trio embrace each other. "I hope I'll see you at the convention later," She replied, glancing at Elizabeth. The conspiracy theorist nodded with a smile before they exited the house. "It worked," Rita acknowledged. They were able to get Elizabeth to come.

Lincoln walked to her side. "We're not there yet, especially with Samuel around," Her son calculated on the potential variable to dismantling Elizabeth's conspiracy laddened mindset. It's years in the making, but progress has finally been made.

"At least she's talking about things besides her conspiracies," Rita grumbled at some of Elizabeth's wild ravings. She narrowed her eyes at Lincoln. " You better not make a mess in your room," She's not cleaning up the aftermath of her son's and friend's lovemaking.

"We didn't," Lincoln countered, raising his hands in defense. They finished cleaning before hugging each other goodbye until the convention.

It's a hectic day at the Royal Woods Sci-fi convention. People throughout Michigan congregated in various buildings and stands of vendors selling their wares. Thanks to Renee and Becky, Lincoln's group ambled through the facilities with early event passes. Yes, the redhead Becky. They went to panels, got merchandise, and supported local artists like Rita. The Gurdles reconnected with their love of sci-fi, but Zach kept his distance, knowing that they could go a search or rant.

"We're heading to the food court," Stella and her portion of the group walked in their chosen direction.

"I'm going to check some more panels," Clyde added, traveling with his group. The rest scattered for their desired task or location.

Lincoln walked with the Gurdles. He leaned into Elizabeth's ear. "Hey, want to mess around for a bit," His smoky voice whispered a command. Her face reddened at his suggestion while observing their surroundings.

"Here?" Elizabeth asked quietly. She's both shocked and aroused at his boldness, invoking a tiny noticeable smile on her features. Public play? Her heart accelerated, tingling her skin at the anticipated risk of getting caught and acting like nothing had happened as his cum filled her body.

"Yes," Lincoln's smirk widened with lowered eyelids. "There's a small hiding place over there," He gestured behind him. Elizabeth peeked at where he was staring. There's a small gap or alleyway easily ignored for its isolated location. Probably a trash or custodian area. Smoking as well. "What do you say~?" Lincoln purred, waiting for her reply as they walked. She glanced at Samuel chatting with Zachery. A flicker of hidden rageful vitriol in her being, waiting to be released. Waves of memories and potential futures crashed in her mind depicting what life she could've had if she didn't lose herself in the rabbit hole. Awards, a genuine calling, uncovering the mystery, and creating a spotlight on fundamental issues. Jesse offered her a position as a freelance reporter or journalist for the upcoming meteor shower. Something she could've done years ago instead of being … a joke and nuisance.

Elizabeth released her clenched fist. "Sammy, we're going over there for a bit," She announced to her … husband. Samuel nodded and continued his chat with Zach. The silver-haired Loud observed her actions. He nudged Elizebeth with his elbow.

"Let's go," Lincoln smiled, directing Elizabeth to ease her mind. The plan is working better than he expected. Although he's worried that he might cause their divorce. Whatever. It's not his problem. Yeah, I'm practicing my Villain Lincoln route. Some of my ideas are twisted, but sweet lord, they're fun. Both stood in the secluded alleyway blocked from any prying eyes.

"So do you want head, or do you want to fill me up again?" Elizabeth's voice perked up while listing her services. She positioned her body against the wall, twisting to show off her slender waist and petite yet plump ass while sticking her agile tongue out.

"Both sound nice," Lincoln considered after thinking briefly. He approached her and captured Elizabeth's lips to her shock and melting delight. She moaned and shut her eyes as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Their bodies pressed against each other, absorbing the other's warmth. People strolled by them, ignorant of what was occurring. His hand dug into Elizabeth's denim-covered buttocks while she gilded hers to the crotch of his pants. Finally, she's upgrading her wardrobe. Lincoln's tongue probed Elizabeth's lips which she eagerly opened as their breathing accelerated and tongue danced around the other's mouth. She groaned when he cupped her modest bust while her fingers were placed in his silky hair. That's not fair. Elizabeth fiddled around Lincoln's pants zipper and pulled out his enlarging cock.

"Seems like you need some help," She teased, performing gentle and steady strokes. "Hawck-potie," Elizabeth spat into her palm before polishing his wood. Elizabeth bit her lips as Lincoln's pleasurable moans flowed into her ears. She grinned at the situation. This all started as a way to 'help humanity,' but it evolved into an FWB relationship. And Elizabeth is enjoying every second of it. Doesn't that make her a whore? Probably but fuck it.

"Hey, you can't be the only one having here," Lincoln groaned. His fingers unbuttoned Elizabeth's jeans and found themselves inside her glistening snatch. She yelped a bit. "Not so loud," He shushed the older woman. Her vagina tightly emitted a warm and moist sensation around his fingers.

"Sorry," Elizabeth mumbled, widening her legs and allowing the pants to drop to her thighs. Her body shuddered at his talented fingers. They devoured the other's lips again, moaning into their mouths while helping to reach a climax. Elizabeth used both hands for her task, one to keep Lincoln's cock stable at the base while the other rapidly jerked it thanks to the thin coating of spit. Nobody likes masturbation burns. Lincoln massaged Elizabeth's bosom as he suckled on her tender neck. She bit her lips, holding the wanton moans. Her eyes twitched as he found that particular spot that galvanized her body. The two continued for several moments while people chatted and enjoyed themselves during the convention.

"Oooohhh shit," She groaned, spraying the wall with her savory juices. Elizabeth didn't stop stroking him while her body rumbled. Her mouth opened as she lowered her head, ready to capture his upcoming semen. His cock thundered in her palm. The older woman gently sucked the shiny tip to further coax his explosion. Lincoln grunted as his cum skyrocketed into Elizabeth's mouth. She gradually exhaled her nose, sucking all the residue off his cock. Lincoln licked Elizabeth's juices off his fingers while she cleaned him up. Tasty. They zipped up their pants, using the break to calm themselves. Both nodded to leave, but Lincoln grabbed Elizabeth by the waist, pushing himself against her ass. She gasped but welcomed it.

"I'm coming by your house later," Lincoln announced to the older woman. His grasp on her tightened, increasing her heart rate while grinding against him. "Don't tell Samuel. It'll be our little secret," He commanded, latching his lips on Elizabeth's neck. She moaned softly as Lincoln marked her as his own. He left a visible hickey on the left side of her neck. Elizabeth glanced at her wedding ring and frowned at it. Both of them smiled before going their separate ways.

The Gurdles did their routine news search for cryptids or strange anomalies. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her husband's obsession. How long had they been doing this shit?! They had a few successes over the years, but Lincoln has a FUCKING DRAGON in Scotland. Whatever. She's making notes for the upcoming meteor shower. Today she dressed more professionally with a buttoned-up light pink shirt and stylish pair of jeans. It's a start. Samuel wonders if they can find aliens. Elizabeth glanced at her watch. Where's Lincoln? A ringing and Samuel gasping gave her an answer.

"Lincoln's here?" Samuel exclaimed, viewing their guest at the front door. Lincoln casually waited for them to respond. They opened the door shortly, revealing the couple. Samuel grinned sheepishly

"Show me your room," Lincoln interrupted authoritatively, walking past him for his target. His wife. The so-called diety devoured Elizabeth's lips as she happily took him in. They separated and were connected by a spit trail. Samuel led them.

Lincoln, Elizabeth, and Samuel paced down the hallway. The couple's hearts rumbled in their chests and ears. The frost-haired man rested his hand on Elizabeth's ass cheek, his face blank, scanning the area for any surveillance cameras. He arched his brow at the reinforced thick iron door at the end of the hall. That must be their research station. He focused on the keypad on the door handle. Better check that later. The couple entered the master bed with Lincoln behind them. His fingers dug into Elizabeth's rear flesh, invoking a soft moan from her lips with a squeeze.

"So…Lincoln, what brings you here this afternoon?" Samuel asked with a slight stammer while standing in the middle of the room. He knew what Lincoln wanted. As did Elizabeth. His cock pulsed in his trousers. Is Lincoln here for a three-way or something? Lincoln's sapphire continued to survey the unassuming room. There has to be a camera or surveillance device hidden in the couple's room. You'll gain a sixth sense when you live with Luan and Lisa for most of your life. He stopped his search discovering nothing out of the ordinary. Everything must be in their garage. His bright sapphire eyes widened at the piece of furniture. Holy shit, is that a cuck chair? It's a loveseat near the bed in one of the corners. Looks new. Were they planning on him coming here, or that they take meticulous care of their items? Although, the Gurdles often engage in extramarital intercourse.

"Since you believe I'm an alien or deity," Lincoln started after a brief pause. This could've been an excellent story for one of his mother's books,

"Which you are," The couple assured him and themselves. Lincoln raised his brow at the slight hesitation in Elizabeth's voice. Good. The book club and Sci-fi convection chiseled at her conspiracy-driven mindset. His mother's plan is gradually coming to fruition. Just a little bit more. Might as well have some fun with this while it lasts. She's probably enjoying this more than him.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Lincoln rolled his eyes with a deadpan expression. Their eyes followed him as he took a seat on the queen-sized bed. His fingers clasped together while relaxing his body as if he owned the place. Bright sapphire sharpened into artic daggers, focusing on the pair. Both straightened their backs as a shower of electricity cascaded through their nerves. "Elizabeth and I sent you videos of our first session, correct?" The frost-haired man asked, his silvery tone echoing in the room. Lincoln swapped to negotiator mode.

"Yes, sir," Samuel nodded. It's best to be honest when you're facing a diety

"I take that you've enjoyed them," Lincoln probed further, arching his brow as he leaned forward. The frost-haired Loud recalled Zach's father's hitched breathing and grunting over the phone when Elizabeth arrived at his apartment.

"That is correct," Samuel replied, his face reddened along with his wife's as they held each other's hand.

"Both of you are people of scientific intrigue," Lincoln continued, fixating his intense gaze on Elizabeth. Although their science is rather flimsy, according to Lisa. Her heart pulsed with rosy cheeks, following his beckoning finger to the bed. She perched herself beside him. "I believe a life demonstration would be an effective method," He declared, gilding his hand across Elizabeth's thigh, her skin electrified at his tantalizing touch as it reached her crotch. "Don't you agree?" Lincoln raised a brow while rubbing Elizabeth's slippery entrance. She returned the favor by stroking his throbbing member through his jeans. Her heart accelerated with sensitive skin as she massaged him. Elizabeth swallowed her spit, opening her maw, ready to take him in and savor that sweet man juice in her stomach. Why was she getting so euphoric about this? It's not the first time Elizebeth took another man's cock in front of Sam. But fuck, she's getting addicted to it. His words and socializing with her friends opened her mind to possibilities and simplified them. Perhaps there's no grand conspiracy with shadow cabals pulling the strings in the world, influencing events for some unknown goal or purpose that's only comprehension to them. Everything happens just happens. Maybe Lincoln is an average attractive human male who's helping her snap back to reality. If she knows this, then why is she continuing it? Elizabeth and Samuel were never a traditional couple when they started dating in high school and beyond. This wasn't new for her. Plus, it feels fucking amazing for them and for Lincoln, along with an ego boost for both parties. Elizabeth has an excellent meaty cock inside of her from a stunning young man, while Lincoln has some of the best sex he'll ever have. They'll have to stop sometime, but until then, they'll have more fun.

"…Yes," Samuel muttered with a dry mouth. Lincoln directed him to the cuck chair. Samuel obeyed, resting comfortably in the chair with his hands on his lap, waiting for them to start. Lincoln and Elizabeth readjusted their positions, giving Samuel a full front-row view of this documentary. Their shoes and socks were removed at the foot of the bed.

"Ready?" Lincoln asked, waiting for Elizabeth to get comfortable. She nodded with a smile and an almost cruel glint in her eyes at the sight of Samuel in the chair. Elizabeth grabbed him by the collar, slamming her lips against Lincoln's. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her narrow. Samuel, with a crimson face, watched them make out like horny teenagers. His breathing was low and steaming as they took their clothes off. One of his hands lowered itself to his groin but stopped himself. He can only watch. The two were in a 69 position. Samuel swallowed his spit with his member straining against his pants as rivers of drool leaked from Elizabeth's mouth, giving Lincoln's cock a stellar polish. Lincoln slurped on her mature pussy, and his tongue danced in Elizabeth's honey pot for more delicious nectar. He spread her lower lips wider for more as her juices leaked from his chin. Elizabeth moaned and slobbered on his meat missile, caressing his balls with her thumb. She opened her throat to take Lincoln deep inside while squeezing his testicles. His moans reinforced her sucking, getting wilder and sloppier. Not even using her hands anymore. Lincoln unconsciously bucked his hips. She gagged, unleashing small tears in her eyes.

"Oh shit, sorry," Lincoln muttered, licking his lips as she squirted in his face.

"Do it again," Elizabeth mumbled before glaring at Samuel. "Hold my head while he fucks my face," She ordered, gesturing herself. Samuel got from his seat, climbed over to the bed, and held his wife's head. Elizabeth raised her thumb, ready for him to start. Lincoln slammed his balls against her face. A spit web covered Elizabeth's face, but she endured like a champ. Samuel observed with his mouth agape, exhaling his heavy amorous on her face. She beamed at her husband's groaning cock. Yeah, you fucking stay there and watch. Usually, they would've held hands during these sessions as men fucked her silly. But. Not. This. Time. Lincoln gets all of her for himself. Oh, there's that deliciously familiar rumbling in his cock. Release it all. Elizabeth moaned as she gulped the fertile creamy smoothie down her gullet.

"So good," She mumbled, sliding her mouth to the tip and licking it. Damn, there's still some on his cock. Samuel ogled the piece of reproductive evolution. It wasn't monstrously huge to where standard sex was uncomfortable yet remained a suitable size. Acceptable length and girth with heavy and suckable balls.

"Hey, Elizabeth?" Lincoln questioned as he heaved. "Have you been mating pressed?" His azure eyes blazed with dominant arrogance.

Elizabeth smiled, knowing what game he was playing. "No, but would you care to you show me?" She cooed, rolling on her back and holding her legs in the air, giving Lincoln and Samuel a front-row viewing. Both crawled over to her. Lincoln positioned himself in a squat-like position while Samuel guided Lincoln's cock into his wife. The short man's eyes were wide and intense, watching the entire ordeal. A god or an alien fucking his wife. It's a dream come true. Samuel moaned as the penis effortlessly slid into Elizabeth. She sighed and grunted without a crumb of shame. Lincoln's primal pounding caused the bed to squeak and groan under them.

Samuel crawled behind them, watching Lincoln's cock piston in and out of his wife. "Oh god," He muttered, his heart racing a mile a millisecond while Elizabeth unleashed a foul tirade of profanities praising Lincoln and his cock.

"Holy fucking shit, your cock feels so fucking good," Elizabeth moaned through gritted teeth. His phallus kissed her barren womb. Fuck. She wished that she was able to get pregnant. It would've been so arousing. The sheets absorbed her love juices as their sexual musk filled the room. Samuel tugged on his collar, rubbing his penis through his pants to stimulate himself. No. Can't join in. Only watch.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," Lincoln growled as the pressure accumulated in his balls.

"Fucking cum in me, big boy," Elizabeth panted, wanting that sweet cream again. "You're here to breed Earth's women, right? Well, fucking…fill…me up," Elizabeth groaned as Lincoln stuffed her belly like a thanksgiving turkey. He moaned, easing his thrusts as they shuddered like a leaf. Samuel watched Lincoln's semen trickle out of Elizabeth's cunt like melted vanilla ice cream. He wanted a taste. Lincoln sighed, removing his sensitive cock from her snatch with a pop. "I'll clean you up," She offered with an exhale, trying to lower her heart rate. Lincoln nodded, positioning himself at her inviting mouth. He glanced over his shoulder, analyzing Samuel with his tongue, ready to taste the mixture of juices coming out of Elizabeth.

"Clean it up. She's your wife, after all," Lincoln ordered, giving Samuel his consent. The short man slurped up the residue pooling under Elizabeth while she cleaned Lincoln's cock. She whispered something into Lincoln's ear, gesturing her head to their research station. He nodded, leaving the couple behind, now fully dressed.

Lincoln typed in the code, entered for a few moments before locking the iron door behind him, and left the house as if nothing had happened. Only after heading to the bathroom.

"Everything's all set. We just have to wait for the aftermath," The ashen-blonde reported to his mother as he strolled down the sidewalk.

It's a lovely crisp night at Ketchum park. Crowds of people mingled with each other with their blankets and prepared snacks in one of the clearings of the park. Elizabeth and Katherine discussed the meteor shower, while Elizabeth provided a more educational approach with Lisa as a backup.

"Attention, everyone, the meteor shower will begin," Lisa announced, checking her watch for the precise timing. "Now," The resident scientist grinned, pointing to the streaks of celestial bodies racing across the sky. They marveled at the starry night sky, snapping photos and videos for personal memories. Elizabeth sat back and enjoyed the light show in comfortable silence. She glared at Samuel, attempting to contact aliens again. Doesn't he know our technology is outrageously primitive for what's required to make a blip on the galactic scale?

"I know that look, Liz," Rita approached, handing her old friend an ice-cold soda. Elizabeth cracked it open with a hiss. "What happened?" She consoled, waiting for her to respond.

"I…I think I'm done with how conspiracy theory stuff," Elizabeth confessed, feeling an immense weight off her shoulders.

"Why?" Rita asked. It's worked but will Samuel think about it? She waited for Elizabeth to explain her feelings.

"I feel like I'm in a time loop, doing the same thing every day. Maybe I'll get lucky every so often," Elizabeth continued, taking several gulps of her fizzy beverage. She belched. "Hearing what you said over the years, hanging out with you and Patrica again, and getting a real job in journalism," The former conspiracy theorist listed off. "I'm done with all of it," She declared sternly. Rita arched her brow in suspicion. "Okay, most of it," Elizabeth put her hands up. Everyone wants a dirty government secret to being occasionally revealed. She scanned her wedding ring and swapped her focus between Samuel and Lincoln. As she approached Lincoln, Elizabeth finished her drink with the wedding ring in her pocket. He was chatting with his friends when Elizabeth whispered in his ear. "Hey, follow me for a moment," She purred, rubbing his back. He smiled slyly. The two ventured to a wooden park area with a curtain of trees shielding them. They engaged in a lustful make-out session, with Elizabeth taking charge.

"Someone's frisky tonight," Lincoln smirked, holding her waist as she pushed her body against him.

"Oh, I am," She muttered huskily, licking and sucking on his tasty neck. Elizabeth didn't know why but the simple act of removing her wedding ring. It emboldened her to end. No longer bound by `sacred` vows or traditional norms of society. That was always in her. Thinking outside the box, attempting to see what others don't. The mysteries of the world are what bring her and Samuel together. But… secrets turned into extravagant lies as they and many others devoted their lives to the `truth.`

What did it cause them?

For some, everything. Jobs, family, money, lives, and freedom.

Others are still waiting for the reveal as the goalposts are a perpetual move. The Hunter x Hunter manga would be completed before that. Whatever. Elizabeth's fortunate enough that she and Zach had loyal friends to keep them grounded in reality. It took longer for her. She saw the humor in the situation. Thanks to a conspiracy theory, now she's leaving the conspiracy life. All it took was fucking her best friend's son. Will they continue this relationship? Not for long. She's going to keep his balls nice and flat until then.

"There's something that I wanted to try," Elizabeth unzipped and rummaged through her fanny pack. Yes, she has a fanny pack. They were popular in the 90s. "Hold this, please," She handed him a small bottle of silicone-based lubricant. Lincoln arched his brow while scanning the object. Why would they need lubbria-OH! Elizabeth shimmied out of her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. He grinned as she widened her twitching rosebud, wiggling her ass to entice him more.

"Out here?" Lincoln grinned, removing his belt and unzipping his jeans. Everyone was still watching the celestial light show. "Someone can catch us," He whispered smokily in her ears.

"Not if we make it quick," Elizabeth retorted with bold passion in her pupils. She doesn't give a fuck right now while going on all fours. A brighter and long-awaited future is upon her. Doesn't she regret living her old life? Yes. Elizabeth admitted to herself that she did enjoy herself with Samuel for the last few decades. She traveled with him and Zachery throughout the country and some parts of the world. Also, the wife-sharing and occasional threesomes enlightened the experience. Does that make her a whore? NAH! She's a fully grown woman with a healthy sexual appetite and will continue to do so after everything settles.

"You got it, Elizabeth," Lincoln obliged, rubbing the slick substance on her anal regions to prepare herself. It glistened in the moonlight.

She moved around, facing herself directly at the crowd. "Let's give them a little show," Elizabeth remarked, using her hand to jiggle her doughy rump. His heart skipped a beat from the brash request, but he was too deep in this more confident Elizabeth. He positioned his cock at the entrance and smoothly slid inside her. She exhaled with satisfaction, gripping the verdant grass between her fingers as his cock filled her stomach. "Don't be afraid to get a little rough. I've been doing this for years, so I can take it~," Elizabeth coaxed more, looking over her shoulder and pushing her butt against him. He nodded, grabbing her hair and waist. "There we go," She whispered while biting her lips. Lincoln started slow yet dominant. Elizabeth was a snug fit, ensuring that she felt every single stroke of his bulging cock. His breathing intensified along with his thrusts. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and allowing the pleasure to stimulate her. Her flower oozed honey down her thighs while his balls slammed against it. Fuck she loved this feeling! Elizabeth smashed her hips against his groin, demonstrating that she also enjoyed this.

"Oh shit," Lincoln groaned, plunging deeper into her caverns. Why was he so taken back this earlier? It's fucking awesome. "You're a good little breeding bitch aren't ya?" He teased, slowing his pounding to prolong their session with a sharp smack on the ass.

"Fuck yes. Fuck me like one!" Elizabeth grunted. Her body heated to a furnace from all the simulation. Everything's coming together.

"You got it," Lincoln declared, forcing her face into the ground before adjusting to a new position. Holy shit, he's in her stomach.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Elizabeth shouted into the dirt. Her hazy eyes rolled into her skull as saliva flowed from the edges of her mouth. She didn't care that her glasses were stained with dirt and grass blades. She didn't care that she was potentially being watched and that person was probably enjoying themselves. She didn't care; she was being rutted like a bitch in heat in public. She didn't care that she was technically betraying Samuel. Although was she really? It's all part of the plan. He just has to deal with it.

Lincoln's powerful slamming caused her flesh to ripple in hypnotic waves. Shame they have to stop soon, but they'll occasionally call each other. His breathing accelerated with bestial vigor, adding more power behind his hips. He better hurry up. People are probably looking for them right now. Elizabeth melted into the grass as his cock pulsed in her ass, filling the woman with his warm seed. They panted for a few seconds. Lincoln reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out several sheets of tissue paper. Elizabeth wobbled to her. "Here you go," He passed some to her before cleaning his cum and lubricant off his cock. She nodded, wiping off the evidence of their activity. They found a nearby trash can and dumped the tissues. Rusty complained to Zach and Samuel about what he just saw. Still, the Gurdles commented they were aware and ignored him throughout the night. People left the park either in pairs or as individuals, taking their sleepy children home. Elizabeth and others stayed, helping the news crew and local science community dismantle their equipment. She sighed, content with the work she did today. Her ring stayed in her pocket. Samuel had already left to examine the data he had collected. She reached for it but stopped, closing her hand, and walked to Rita's van.

She's done

Several weeks to a few months have passed. Elizabeth stared at a family picture of her, Samuel, and Zachery. What a fun time that was. No. She shook her head, returning the image to its position. Must stick to the plan. Samuel went north to Canada for the weekend on a hot tip that Bigfoot and Yeti were planning a family reunion. That gave her plenty of time to escape. It pained her to do so, but they had over a dozen identities they could live off. This is no different. In fact, they had a plan when one of them needed to escape or lay low. She had her bug-out bag, suitcases, and all essentials while sitting in the living room.

"On our way," Rita's message said. Elizabeth nodded, waiting for them to arrive. The past several months flooded her mind as she attempted to break Samuel out of the conspiracy world to achieve some normalcy. It failed. She simply nodded and agreed with the latest search. No more. She's finished. Well almost. There's one more thing she has to do. Elizabeth removed her wedding ring for one final time and rested it on an envelope. She sighed with a blank expression, wiping away any loose tears.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

"It's time to go," She whispered, stepping to the front door. Her hand grabbed the handle, turning around for the last look at her old life before flicking off the final light switch and locking the door. Elizabeth shivered at the sudden cold breeze, but her coat kept her warm. A smile curved on her face at the sight of Rita, Patrica, her son Zach, Lincoln, and Lisa. Lincoln nudged Zach to move forward. She placed the home key in its usual hiding spot. Won't be needing that anymore.

"Hey, mom," The young redhead greeted, albeit nervously. It's been years since they had a normal conversation.

"Hello, Zachery," Elizabeth replied, her lips quivering. "I'm sor-" He interrupted her with a hug. She eased returned the hug as well.

"Do you have everything, Elizabeth?" Lisa asked, using her first name.

Elizabeth gazed at the home. "Yes," She stated with a heavy heart. Patrica and the others assisted with removing all the heavy equipment. Everything else was in her bags, backed up or deleted. They nodded, helping Elizabeth with her bags, and went inside Vanzilla. Elizabeth eased into the car seat as the van rumbled and drove off. She watched as they cruised by the circus and off the highway into one of the neighboring towns of Fern Valley to her new place. Uneasy made its home in your stomach when Patrica's comforting hand calmed her worries. The former conspiracy theorist turned report smiled back. She has a better job, heading to a new partner, rekindling her relationships with her loved and has a clearer mind. Elizabeth exhaled with contentment, ready for this new life. It didn't take a theory to figure that out.

"Huh, that was interesting," Lisa confessed, waiting for the next universe to play. "I wonder what the tags will be for this chapter," She muttered, stretching her legs out from the chair. "As we're waiting for the next girl to be used,"

"That'll be another duo. Either Panda and Polly Pain or Cookie or Brown QT," ISSAC clarified. Whenever that pops up. "Hey vote on the poll in the meantime,"

Alright, I'm finally done with this character. So you guys don't have to worry about it. Plus, I went there for Elizabeth. As I said previously, Tabby + Sweater QT will be their own story.

I'll have to REALLY clean up that chapter with some retcons but that won't be for a while. Hopefully, I'll get to Siren's obsession and a few scenes for Crystal Prison by the end of the week.

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