For The Whored: Beyond Ch. 61

Jordan was standing by the yard, decidedly grumpy. He eyed the soldiers with something like contempt. This stupid job kept him from following along with the dragon he'd managed to fall in love with. He was even pissed at Elunara, for she had returned to her normal schedules as if nothing had changed. He kicked a rock.

"I'm sorry your husband is gone." A soft voice broke him out of his thoughts.

He looked over. "Hi, mom."

Margaret approached Jordan, leaning against a soldier named Sally for stability. Robert had done his duty silently since his confession and never stayed longer than scheduled. Today was Sally's day to escort Margaret around, and Margaret had found herself wondering what was going on in Robert's head. She decided to put it out of her mind. "Sally, can you leave us for now?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sally shifted Margaret over so Jordan could help stabilize Margaret, and then she walked a far distance away. Out of earshot for the conversation, but in eyesight for when she was signaled back.

Margaret put her hand on Jordan's scarred cheek. "You're just so handsome. I'm eternally proud of what you've become in my absence."

"Mom..." A genuine smile crept across his face. "It does me good to hear that."

"I will repeat, I am sorry your husband is gone. I have been watching you from the moment he left. You grow more upset with each passing day. Has he not written as he said he would?"

Jordan shook his head. "It hasn't been a week. Wrathion said the boats may take up to a week to get there. It may take longer to establish a mail system. But still. I don't know if he even bothered to write the first letter."

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry." She wrapped her arms around him. "I remember when my husband died. It... it was quite some time before I was allowed the space to grieve his loss. But to see him disappear in front of my face..."

Jordan frowned. "Wrathion didn't die, mom."

"No. And I'm glad of it. You are grieving. It's not the same but also is. He is gone for now, and you do not know what has happened. You know he is in danger, but you cannot save him from it. It was good of you to stay behind and continue your work, to continue to train men and women to send to him in his time of need. To take care of your wife in her time of need. I may not understand your wife, but even I see a sadness in her that wasn't there before. Why you distance yourself from her at the moment, I don't get."

"Because..." Jordan sighed. "Because she has so many of us, and I so few. Our family is strange, but sturdy. She can go to anyone else and be just fine. I've always felt kind of like an outsider."

"Why?"

Jordan whipped around and stared at Elunara. "I--"

"Jordan, it took a bit for you to integrate into us, but you've never been an outsider. You have your own bedroom for privacy. Tulani doesn't because she needed me for comfort. She literally can't be without me. Even now, after all these years, she won't sleep if I'm gone. She will pass out from exhaustion and then have terrible nightmares. It's why I cannot leave her. It took her forever to learn to sleep when I'm with Varian."

Jordan raked his fingers through his hair. "I know this. I understand this. It's just, some nights I wish it was just me and you."

"Jordan..." She sighed. "I guess that's the price I pay for being who I am." She looked across the way at Grogek instructing his crew of elites. "I always worry that I'm not giving enough time to each of you. Some days I wish there were more hours, but I literally can't change who I am."

"I'm not asking you to." Jordan sighed. "I don't know why I even feel this way right now. I haven't had these feelings since Draenor. It's just that... with Wrathion to keep me occupied some nights, it lessened those nights you spend with anyone else in the family. It made you disappearing for days less painful. Now that he's ripped himself away from us, me especially, it's opened an old wound."

"I see."

"You have any number of men and some women to turn to for physical comfort, and I do not."

She cocked her head. "Do I need to find you a girlfriend, or even a boyfriend in the meantime?"

"Gods no." He shuddered. "I just need to get over myself."

"Do I need to haul you home and show you just how integrated into the family you truly are?" She grinned with her teeth.

"Not today. I'm not entirely in the mood for it."

"Wow. That is bad." She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Well, we'll figure it out."

"Why are you down here?"

"Was looking for Katie. I need to dose her."

Jordan looked around. "I don't see Stephen. She's probably with him."

Elunara shrugged. "I'll find her later then." She gestured to the twins. "Come on my babies, let's go see what Varian is up to."

"Well, I think I want to go eat lunch." Margaret took a shaky step away from Jordan and gestured to Sally. Sally was at her side in an instant. "Will you join me today?"

"Sure, mom." Jordan gestured to Bradley. Bradley nodded and went back to work. As they walked away from the yard, Jordan eyed his mother. "How are my guards?"

"Good. They do their boring job well."

"Hmm."

"Though Robert..." She hesitated.

"What's wrong with Robert?" Jordan's hackles raised. "He screw up? I'll have him straightened up."

Margaret shook her head. "Oh, nothing like that. He just seemed odd the other day. Something on his mind, perhaps? He hasn't said two words to me since. I hope he is ok."

"Oh. Maybe he's coming down with something. I'll talk to him, make sure he's okay with his placement."

"Well, you don't have to." Margaret shook her head again. "I just don't want anyone stuck with this weak old lady."

"Mom..." Jordan frowned. "Sometimes I want to ask what torture they inflicted on you in that damnable place. I don't remember my mother being a woman who was always so down on herself."

"I don't want to talk about it." She said quietly.

"I know." He wrapped an arm around her and hugged her. "I just want you to know that anyone who thinks you're a weak old lady is getting a fat lip."

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A few days later, Jordan found Robert at the soldier's barracks. Robert was digging through his personal effects when Jordan approached him. "I want to speak with you about my mother."

Robert froze in place and his eyes went wide. He closed his eyes and let out the breath he was holding. He straightened up and turned to High General Jordan, his movements stiffer than he wanted them to be. "Sir? Is something wrong?"

"I spoke to my mother the other day and she said you seemed off. Said you hadn't said two words to her. Are you tired of your post?"

Robert relaxed marginally. "No sir. Quite the opposite, if I may be so bold."

"Really now?"

"If I may speak freely, sir?"

"Speak your mind, soldier. I'd rather know my troops honest selves, especially when it comes to my mother."

Robert hesitated for a moment. "Sir, it's a cushy gig with a sweet lady. All I must do is make sure she's safe, happy, and gets from point A to point B with as little effort as possible. Everyone else must be incredibly jealous of me, because I don't do much and still get paid for it. If I had my way, I'd do this every day. Off days are even kind of boring. She doesn't talk much, but when she does..." He stopped and reeled the thought in. No need for a superior officer to know how much he fantasized about the man's mother. "Anyway, I couldn't have asked for a more pleasant job. I wondered if I could ask you if I could do more days. The company is pleasant and the job a sweet deal. I was worried you'd come in here and rip me off the job and dump me back into boring regular guard duty."

Jordan considered the man. Finally, he shrugged. "If that's how you feel."

"It is."

"Let's start you on five days a week instead of three."

"Yes, sir!"

"Oh, and start talking again. It bugs her when you're silent."

"O-of course!"

----

Darguni whistled all the way home. He was horny as hell and couldn't wait to get his hands on his wife. He was pleased to find she had already gotten the children to bed and was waiting for him in the bedroom.

Lydia was on her hands and knees in bed in some lacy thing designed to leave nothing or possibly everything to the imagination. "Welcome home, Darguni."

He grinned and locked the door behind him. "Hello, baby."

"I'm so hot and horny right now. I want you to use me as your little cock sleeve."

His dick jumped a mile in his pants. "Is that so?"

"Mhm." She sat back. "First, I want to suck on you, then I want you to fuck my pussy, and my ass, and finally come on my stomach." She fluffed out her hair. "I want you to use me all night."

He was out of his outfit in record time. Hard as a rock, he stroked his erection. "Baby..."

"Darguni, fuck my mouth, let me taste you. I want that massive cock in my mouth. Load me up with your cum."

Her face was slightly flushed as he stepped up to the bed. She grabbed his dick and stroked the length of him. Licking the tip, she wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck the precum out of him. She licked and sucked, flexed her tongue and shifted down. Over and over, while he groaned and grabbed her fluffy blonde hair. She began taking him down, until he was completely in her throat and her lips could kiss the base. She moved back, until he was out of her mouth. She bent down and sucked on his balls.

"Oh, baby..."

She switched balls back and forth, running her tongue along them, until she moved her mouth back on his dick. Over and over, up and down, into her throat and out again. She sucked long and hard and he exploded into her throat. She backed away and wiped her mouth. "I love the taste of you."

He grabbed her ankles and slid her to the edge of the bed. Adjusting himself, he slid his dick into her warm, wet pussy. "My gods, you're soaked."

Her face was slightly red as she panted. "I need you; I want you. Fill me. Fuck me until you come."

"As you wish, my love." He began pumping his hips, sliding in and out of that tight wet space, over and over he fucked her, her legs wrapping around his hips. He gripped her hips as she cried out his name. Her flexing and sucking at him caused him to come yet again. He leaned forward and put his fists on either side of her head.

She rubbed his chest. "Flip me over and fuck my ass. Please. I beg of you. Use me, fuck me like never before. I am your cum slave."

His face was flush as well, and he stared at her for a moment, before pulling free. He turned her over onto her belly. Pushing against her ass, he braced himself.

"Fuck me! I want you inside me!"

He pushed into her, always cognizant of her small size. Once inside he began the slow process of moving in and out, never wanting to harm her.

"Gods, yes. Fuck it, fuck it hard. Ride me like an animal." She reached up and grabbed a fang.

"Baby, you're killing me." He bucked his hips, wanting to give her what she asked, but not wanting to rip into her. He released once again into that horribly tight confine. He pulled free.

She turned over and sat up into his space, she licked a fang. "Tell me you have more to give." She grinned at him, the red in her face was darker now. Her whole body was flush. "Come on me." She stroked his dick. "Give me your cum!"

He grinned at her and put his hand over hers. Together they stroked him into a frenzy, and he dumped the last of his cum on to her belly. "I don't think I have anything left in me after that one." He chuckled.

She grinned at him for a moment before her eyes rolled up into her head. Her whole body went limp as she flopped backwards.

Darguni stared at her dumbly for a moment. "Baby?" He lightly shook her. "Lydia?" He lifted her head. She was hot to the touch and wasn't waking up. "Lydia! Baby! Wake up!" Looking around the room, he tried to figure out what to do. "Oh, gods. Oh, gods." Without much more thought, he ran upstairs, still naked, and pounded on his mother's bedroom door.

Elunara yanked open the door. She eyed her naked son. "What's wrong?"

She was naked too, but he didn't notice. "It's Lydia, something happened to Lydia!"

She pushed past him and ran to her son's bedroom. Down in Darguni's bedroom, Lydia lay unconscious, her breathing shallow. Elunara laid a hand on Lydia's forehead. "She's burning up." She looked at Darguni who stood in the doorway, hands clasped together as if in prayer. "She's also sticky as hell. What exactly happened?"

"It was so odd, momma. She was hornier than ever, and saying things I've never heard her say. I gave her all I got, and then she just blacks out."

"Hm." She concentrated on Lydia's body. "She's got a fever and something else I can't identify. We should get her into a cool bath, see if we can bring that temperature down naturally." Elunara looked over Lydia, leaking from her orifices. "You carry her. I didn't make this mess."

Darguni delicately gathered Lydia up and followed his mother to the tub. She ran the bath water, and he climbed in with his wife. He delicately washed her off.

Lydia woke briefly. "Darguni?"

"I'm right here baby."

"I don't know what came over me..."

"Um, I did..." He blushed. She passed back out. "Momma?" He looked up.

Elunara stooped down and put her hands on Lydia. "The fever is down, but not broken." She tried to channel her energy into Lydia, but to no avail. "It's going to be a rough night."

----

The following day, Elunara checked on Lydia.

"What's wrong with Mommy?" Wenrietta frowned.

"Your mommy is very sick. I'm headed to the healer building to get Ina, she may be able to help." She looked at Darguni. "You'll need to keep the kids until I get back."

Darguni was brushing his hand over Lydia's hair. "Yes, momma."

----

At the healer's building, Ina was setting a broken arm. "I haven't seen ye down here in years, what's wrong?"

"Lydia is sick. She's got a fever I can't break."

"Lydia? That girl again?"

Elunara sighed. "I know, it just figures. I need your help. Maybe you can identify what's wrong with her, you've been healing longer than I've been alive."

"Aye, I'll come see."

---

Back at the house, Ina ran her hands over Lydia. "Aye, she's caught something fierce to have this kind of fever. Though I canna say what. At this point, we can try getting a few remedies into her, see if they break the fever. But without knowing the source..."

"My poor baby." Darguni ran his hand over Lydia's hair.

"For now, everyone should steer clear of this room, don't know if it's contagious." Ina shook her head.

"I'm not leaving my wife." Darguni growled.

Elunara shook her head. "I wouldn't dream of it. However, the kids will stay out of this room until we know."

"But..."

Elunara laid a hand on Darguni's shoulder. "I've got them, son."

----

Margaret lay in bed and debated if she even wanted to get up for the day. Part of the reason she bothered some days was due to the fact she knew her pesky guards would run to her son and tattle. Ever since that day her son had assigned the guards to watch her, she had felt suffocated. Yes, it was difficult for her to get around on her own, but they made her feel pathetic. Well, it had changed ever so slightly when Robert made his little confession.

She touched the corner of her eye. Nope. Not happening. She sat up in bed. Her guard of the day would be there shortly, and she couldn't lay in bed all day, not if she didn't want Jordan worrying over her like a mother hen. Then again, maybe it would do him some good to think about something other than his lost husband. But that was half the problem. Jordan had bigger problems and she wasn't about to add on to them.

She scooted to the end of the bed and pulled herself to standing. Wiggling out of her nightgown, she tossed it into the laundry basket. She hobbled to the dresser and pulled out a fresh shirt and pulled it over her head. Next, she dropped a skirt to the floor. Stepping into it, she used the dresser to lean against and bent down and pulled the skirt into place. Satisfied, she hobbled to the bed and sat down and got on her socks. Finally, she stood up again and stepped into her shoes. She eyed herself in the mirror.

Deciding her hair was a fright, she sat down and began the process of brushing it out. She bound her hair back in a ponytail today. When the polite knock on her door interrupted her grooming, she sighed at the mirror. No make up today. Not that she usually bothered with such niceties these days, she still preferred to look presentable. She caught sight of her own eyes and touched the corner of her eye again. She gently fingered the wrinkles. Her eyes may have been an interesting shade of blue, but those wrinkles killed any enjoyment she may have gotten out of them in her youth.

When the knocking interrupted her again, she growled. She wanted to yell at that damned soldier, but she wasn't about to. If her son got wind she was in a bad mood, it would put him to worrying. She smacked her brush on the vanity. "One moment!" She called in her best voice.

Standing up, she wobbled a bit, before using the furniture to walk to the front door. She took a deep breath, put on her most polite smile and opened the door. She blinked in stunned silence. She resisted the urge to touch the corner of her eye again. "Robert? Where is Elisa?"

Robert grinned at her. "High General Jordan reassigned her. I've been granted five days a week of your time. If that's okay with you."

"I..." She hesitated. "Well, I don't see a problem with it." She held on to the door frame to keep her hands in place. "Are you okay with it?"

"I'm actually quite thrilled. Thank you, for not turning me in." He took her hand and put it on his arm.

She leaned against him. "It seemed a silly thing to get you in trouble for." She stepped out of the house. "Just because you like my eyes, doesn't mean you did anything untoward. I was concerned when you stopped speaking with me over it. I feared I had embarrassed you somehow, and I didn't want that."

"It does my heart good to know you care. Are you hungry? Let's go get breakfast."

She laughed and it felt good to do so. "Slow down, let me catch up." Pulling the door closed, she leaned against him again. "I assume we're going to Tippy's?

"Of course. There's no better food on Azeroth. Maybe we can get her to make a basket and we can go sit by the lake."

Margaret blinked at Robert. "You mean, like a date or something?"

"Something." He winked back.

She giggled. "Now, you may be a little forward."

"Hm. Bold, yes. Forward, no." He resisted the urge to touch her face. He was disappointed that she had bound her hair back. Preferring it when it was loose, he desperately wanted to touch it. If he was being honest with himself, and who else could he be honest with, he wanted to see it spread out as it drifted through his fingers. "I do enjoy spending time with you. And it is such a beautiful shining spring day."

"Well, if you insist." She smiled at him and patted his arm.

Together, they walked to Tippy's inn. On the way to the lakes, Zerinia found them. She ran up flailing her arms. "Margaret! Margaret!"

"Good morning Zerinia."

Zerinia stopped in front of the pair, huffing and puffing. "I... Can't..."

"Slow down, catch your breath."

"Phew. I shouldn't run, I'm out of shape."

Margaret's eyebrow went up. "Whatever is the matter, dear?"

"I can't find that errant son of mine anywhere this morning."

Margaret laughed, though she wanted to sigh. "Did you get going on about babies again?"

Zerinia violently shook her head. "No. No, I learned my lesson."

"Maybe he wanted time with his girlfriend without his mother?"

"They'll have plenty of time alone when they disappear off to the Dragon Isles. Which, I honestly hope they don't open the lines too soon, we were just starting to understand one another."