For The Whored: Beyond Ch. 67

Katie woke up briefly disoriented. She propped up on her elbow and looked at Stephen by Enwoo's crib. "What are you doing?"

Stephen whipped around. "You startled me."

"What's going on, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you. It's almost dinner, and I was just going to get Enwoo fed and back to bed."

Enwoo was standing in his crib watching his momma. When she blinked at him, he showed his teeth and began bouncing his legs and babbling in happy Enwooese.

"I think he didn't want to wake you either."

Katie looked out of the bedroom window. "Oh, gosh. You could have woken me hours ago."

Stephen winced. "I tried."

"Oh."

He walked over to the bed and kissed her forehead. "Well, you're awake now, come on down, mom made biscuits and gravy."

"Oh no, she shouldn't have. She's a guest in my house, I should have made dinner."

"Sweetie, don't worry about it. Besides, it's good you're up, we all want to talk about plans."

"Plans?"

"Turns all, all three of the triplets want to move to Stormwind."

"What?" Katie climbed out of bed. "But..."

Stephen laughed and pressed his mouth to hers. "Don't worry, only Millie wants to move in with us." He rubbed her arms. "Well, let's all go speak on it." Going back to Enwoo, he plucked the toddler from the crib. "Unless you don't want them to? I can put a stop to anything you don't want."

"I didn't say that." Katie picked up her hairbrush and began working on her hair. "The only problem I foresaw was the fact that we had this nice house built for us, and we were going to fill it before our children could."

"Nah. Wasn't the plan, not really."

"Good." She put her brush down. Holding out her hands, she smiled.

Stephen passed Enwoo to her. "I can carry him."

"I want to carry him until he's too big to do so. Or I am, whichever comes first."

"Alright, sweetheart."

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Elunara was up in the Keep's office poring over paperwork when Varian walked in. The twins were quietly playing with their toys. He blinked at her. "When did you get in? I didn't see you walk up."

"Sometime after lunch." Elunara rubbed her tired eyes. "You were giving that tour to some farmers. Or diplomats, or whatever they were. I figured I'd get started on these contracts." Elunara yawned and stretched. "I guess it's late as hell now."

"That it is." He leaned against the door and crossed his arms. Watching her yawn and stretch was always a production. He glanced around the room and a thought occurred to him. "Elunara, where's Emaline?"

"Probably still at train-- Oh, shit!" Elunara jumped out of her chair and the twins startled. "I forgot to go get Emaline." She scrubbed her hands over her face. "I'm a shit ass mother."

"You are not. You may have overworked yourself, but one day isn't going to make you horrible. Come on, let's go get her together."

At that moment, Emaline walked into the office. "I'm back." She looked exhausted. "I tried to keep training, but Jerry took my weapon from me." She pouted. "They walked me home. I knew today was keep work."

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry, I should have been there to pick you up--"

Emaline waved a hand. "It's ok, mom. I'm going to bed."

Elunara felt like she'd been slapped, and she sat down hard in her chair as Emaline walked to her bedroom. The soul crushing moment her seven-year-old called her "mom" instead of "mommy" sung in the air. She buried her face in her hands.

Andryxia and Laithion looked at each other, confused. "What just happened?" Laithion whispered to his sister.

"I'm going to check on Emaline." Varian frowned.

Elunara scrubbed her face and the tears that threatened to come. "Yes, let's." She stood up and gestured to the twins. "Stay here for a moment, okay?"

"Yes, mommy." They responded in unison. After their parents left, Laithion turned to Andryxia. "Sister Emaline isn't looking so good."

"She made mommy cry. But I don't know why." Andryxia hugged her stuffies.

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Elunara knocked on Emaline's door. She opened the door at the small, "Come in." Emaline was pulling back the blankets on her bed.

Elunara hesitated. "Emaline?"

"Yes?"

"Sweetie. I'm sorry I didn't come pick you up from practice."

"It's fine, you have work."

Varian rubbed his hand on Elunara's back. "Emaline, we're both very worried about you, about how much you practice."

"I have to..." Emalina rubbed her eye and yawned hugely. "I have to protect..." She climbed into bed. "Show brother Anduin." She laid her head on the pillow and was out in an instant.

Elunara and Varian looked at each other. "I feel we've failed her somehow." Elunara put her head on Varian's shoulder.

"Come now, we'll figure it out after she rests."

Elunara went back to the office and found the twins in deep conversation. "What's the matter, you two?"

They turned to their mother and in a flutter of wings, crossed the distance. Andryxia held up her stuffies. "Miss Pooferton and Mr. Quarkerton say, that if you need a hug, they will give you one."

Elunara stooped down as she was completely undone by her youngest. "Oh, Sweetheart." She carefully took the stuffies and hugged them to her chest. She wrapped her arm around Andryxia. "Thank you."

Not to be left out, Laithion wrapped his arms around his mother. "We don't think you're a bad mommy."

Elunara tried to swallow that rock in her throat. "I see." She finally managed. "Alright, okay. It's late and honestly, past everyone's bedtimes."

"Aw."

"Come on, don't give me any gruff, I need... let's just get you guys in bed, okay?"

"Okay, mommy." From both.

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After the twins were tucked away in bed, Elunara made her way to her own bedroom where Varian was tucking away his armor. "The twins go down without a problem?"

"Without a hitch." Elunara flopped on the bed and held her head in her hands for a moment. She looked up at Varian. "I tend to forget they're only seven months old. They may look, act, and sound like seven-year-olds, but to them everything is new and extreme."

Varian leaned over and kissed her temple. "You'll do fine."

"But I'm failing Emaline."

Varian sighed. "We are." In nothing but his pants, he sat on the bed next to her. He rubbed her back. "We are both her parents, and as such, we both need to take responsibility for her upbringing. I don't know what to do either, but don't take on all this blame for yourself."

Elunara sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what to do. We'll think of something. But that's for tomorrow. Tonight, I need you."

He gently pulled her chin towards his face. He brushed his lips against hers. "I'm here for you."

"Thank you." She danced her lips with his as her hand brushed down his chest. Her fingers trailed down that line of hair on his stomach and found the top of his pants. His hand came up and he buried his fingers in that long purple hair. She unfastened his pants one handed and slipped her fingers into them. She wrapped her hand around his dick, and he groaned into her mouth.

She flexed her hand, squeezing gently, repeatedly, increasing pressure each time. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and they tangled tongues as she continued to squeeze him tighter and tighter. She trailed her tongue along his teeth, and he shivered. Pulling back slightly, she ran her tongue on his lips. He nipped at her tongue. She pressed her lips to his, all while still squeezing and flexing her hand. She kissed the side of his mouth, before moving to his cheek, his jaw, his neck. She stopped at his neck and sucked gently. With a groan he shifted his head so she could suck on his neck.

Her mouth trailed around his neck before kissing his collarbone area. Trailing kisses down, she worked her way down his chest, and stomach. Leaning back on his hands, he shivered as she moved with her mouth. Tugging him free of his pants, she licked the tip of his dick. He was already dripping for her. Moving her hand down to the base, she began sucking on the tip, squeezing and flexing her hand. He put his hands on her back and hair. His dick twitched and flexed against her tongue as she shifted her mouth and sucked long and hard.

Varian shuddered and twitched as he exploded in her mouth. Flexing his hands in her hair, he grinned. "Your turn."

She sat up and wiped her mouth. "Mm, you're always so tasty."

He cupped his hand on her cheek and brushed his lips over hers again. "So are you."

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"Psst!" Late into the night, Laithion peered through the darkness.

Andryxia rolled over. "What? You heard mommy, it's bedtime."

"I want to go see sister Emaline."

"What? Why?"

"Because I want to."

"That's a dumb reason."

"She made mommy cry, and I want to know why. Something is wrong with sister Emaline, and I intend to find out what."

Andryxia considered this. "Alright." She climbed out of bed, stuffies in arm.

"Leave those."

With a gasp, she clung to them tighter. "Never!"

Laithion rolled his eyes. "Fine." Together the pair crept to the door. Laithion looked around and stepped out of the bedroom.

"What are you two doing?"

Andryxia bumped into her brother's back and got a face full of wings. Laithion looked up at the guard. "We are going to see sister Emaline."

The guard shook his head. "If your mother finds you out of your room, she'll have our heads."

Laithion puffed up his chest. "We are going to see sister Emaline, one way or another."

The second guard eyed the little boy. "It's just to see their sister. I don't see the harm, especially if we get them back to their beds after."

The first guard and the second guard put their heads together and debated. Laithion rolled his eyes and flapped his wings in frustration. Finally, the first guard sighed. "Fine, you make sense." Turning back to the twins he eyed them both. "We'll escort you."

The little party made their way down the hall to Emaline's room. The guards nodded to Emaline's guard, and they conferred together, before one of the guards knocked on Emaline's door. At the silence, one of the guards shrugged. "No answer, you shouldn't disturb her."

"We're going in." Laithion pushed at the door. The twins went into the bedroom and the guard shrugged and closed the door behind them.

With a flap of his wings, Laithion made it to Emaline's bed and sat on the edge. He patted her shoulder.

"Huh? Whuzat?" Emaline blinked and stared at Laithion uncomprehending. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?" She looked out the window at the night.

"Late."

"Then why are you here? Go back to bed."

Andryxia walked to the bed. "No."

"Whyever in the world not? I must be up early for training." Emaline yawned hugely.

"You made mommy cry, and I want to know why." Laithion crossed his arms.

"What? When? How?"

"A lot lately, but earlier when you called her "mom" instead of "mommy". It upset her somehow. We want to know why you did it."

Emaline blinked at Laithion. "It did?" She rubbed the sleep out of her eye. "I... I don't know. I guess I was too tired to talk?"

"That's not good enough."

Emaline yawned again and scratched her head. "Must we talk about this at--" The church began to chime in the distance. "Three in the morning?"

"Yes!" Laithion hissed, a little lick of flame spit from his lips.

"Alright, alright, don't set my bed on fire."

"You've had mommy very upset lately, Emaline." Andryxia said quietly. "Your... obsession with training is not normal. At least mommy doesn't think so."

"Yeah, she says we should be running around the city, playing with other kids. That you should be playing with us sometimes. Training is okay, but there's other ways to make big brother Anduin happy with you."

Emaline blinked. "She said that?"

"Mommy is scared for you, sister Emaline. She doesn't say it to you, because she is afraid to make you worse." Andryxia whispered.

"She told you that?"

Laithion shook his head. "Not directly. She would never confide such things in us. She thinks we're just babies. But we hear. We hear what they think we can't when she sends us to sit with Susan and she talks to Papa Jordan and Papa Grogek. We hear what she says to Papa Varian when she thinks we nap." He frowned. "And we saw what happened when you called her "mom"."

Emaline shook her head. "Why would that matter?"

"Cause only the older ones use "mom". When they've grown too big for the word "mommy"." Andryxia nodded. "You're not that big." Andryxia rocked her head. "Not like brother Darguni."

"No one's that big." Laithion snorted.

"She knows what I meant."

Emaline chewed on her thumbnail as she considered. "And mommy cries?"

"A lot lately." From Andryxia.

"From what I've heard, mommy used to never cry, didn't think she was capable. But love makes us do unthinkable things. She loves you, and you make her cry. Not happy tears, sad tears." Laithion frowned.

"She wants us to be happy kids. She wants YOU to be a happy kid. Her words." Andryxia sat on the bed. "You can't possibly tell us you're happy working yourself into the ground."

Laithion snorted. "You work harder than Grogek's Elite Corps."

Emaline picked at her blanket. "But it's my fault."

"What's your fault?"

"Big Brother Anduin being taken." Emaline sniffled. "I'm the reason he stays away."

"If that's the truth, then we're the reason Daddy stays away." Andryxia voice almost didn't carry.

"What? No! Your daddy loves you!"

"Then why is he away?"

"Because... well, I don't know why because. But not you two."

"So why do you think you're so important?" Laithion's snapped. "We know the story. Anduin was kidnapped by flying ladies. Do YOU have wings?" He flapped his own in demonstration.

"No."

"Then how could you have saved him?"

"I don't know."

"How could you save him now?"

"I-- By being stronger than I am!"

"Strong as what though? Grogek? How are you going to pull that off?" Laithion scoffed.

"I-I don't know." Emaline began to cry. "I just don't know. I want big brother Anduin back." She buried her face in her hands and wept.

Andryxia put a hand on Laithion's shoulder. "Maybe..."

Laithion shrugged her off. "We all want big brother Anduin back. We never even got to meet him. But pushing yourself into the ground, taking blame for this, it's not helping anyone, least of all yourself."

"I..."

"I bet big brother Anduin is going to be mad that you didn't take care of yourself. In his name no less."

Emaline jerked back. "What?"

"You're beating yourself up for him, and what is he going to say about that? Probably nothing good about it."

Emaline's eyes went wide, and tears ran down her face. "But..."

"And making mommy cry on top of it? Well, I wouldn't be happy with you either. In fact, I'm not." Laithion crossed his arms again.

"It's one thing to want to get stronger, and to train for it." Andryxia watched Emaline. "It's another when you hurt yourself and your other family to do it."

"But what else am I supposed to do?"

"Live. Look at mommy. She does so many things all day, every day. She doesn't just beat herself up doing one task. Sure, she got a little carried away with paperwork today, but it happens. Look at Grogek. He works hard, every day. He trains the elite of the elite, but even he takes a day off. Sometimes, mommy drags him off for a few hours so he will take a break and not get too involved with work." Laithion gestured.

"I bet Ralphie would like a day off too." Andryxia smiled.

"Huh?"

"Ever notice that when you work, he works? Ever notice that none of the other kids work every single day? Even Jerry and Louis take days off and leave someone else in their place." Andryxia smiled at her stuffies. She ran her finger over Mr. Quackerton's beak. "You hurt yourself so much."

"And for what?" Laithion picked back up. "Nothing. That's what. You hurt Mommy, you hurt yourself, you probably hurt your daddy too." He ignored Emaline's wince. "Stop being this thing that hurts everybody and be what we are. Kids."

"We're still little, and we still have time to play. Let's not waste it." Andryxia put her stuffies down on the bed and walked over to Emaline's toy chest. She dug around in the chest. Finding a lion stuffie, she walked back over to Emaline. "If you miss big brother Anduin, hug this."

Emaline carefully took the stuffie. "But..."

Andryxia shook her head. "Stop it."

"Tomorrow, you come play with us." Laithion climbed off the bed. Handing Andryxia her stuffies back, he tugged her hand. "Come on, mommy will be cross if she finds us out of bed."

They stepped out of Emaline's room and ignored the guards that followed them back.

Emaline watched the door close behind the twins and then stared down at the stuffed lion in her arms. She hugged it tightly and began to cry.

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In the early morning hours, Emaline found herself curled up with the stuffie. She sat up and sighed. Climbing out of bed, stuffie in arm, she wandered around her bedroom. When she finally caught sight of herself in the mirror, she frowned. Her hair was a mess from sleep, but her own face did not look familiar. It was sunken and gaunt. Gone was the chubby faced child and here was the strangely aged thing. She went back to her bed and gently placed the lion on the bed. Going to her vanity she brushed out her tangled mass and began fiddling with it. Satisfied, she turned to her wardrobe. Instead of reaching for a blouse and pants as had become her habit, she instead reached for the bright pink dress with little red hearts on it. Once again, she turned to her mirror. She looked better by a mile. And yet...

Figuring it was the best she got, she left.

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Varian sat up on his elbow and looked down at his sleeping wife. Her purple hair was scattered across the pillows, and her arms were splayed wide. He slowly moved the blanket down and exposed her long, lithe, and muscular body. She shifted her legs in her sleep. The blanket out of the way and he just sat and examined her. Even the scars on her body were beautiful as they shifted in the light. Drifting his fingers up the inside of her thigh, he softly played with the skin of her legs. Her legs were his favorite part. But what she had between them was his second favorite. His fingers crept steadily upwards. Finding that already wet center, he pressed his fingers up through the hairs.

Her eyes popped open, but she did not move from the position she was in. His fingers explored those soft wet folds, as they teased and tormented the edges of the opening, sometime pumping in, just to slide back out and stroke the outside folds. In the hair, the rest of his fingers crushed, as he watched her eyes begin to glaze. They watched each other in the quiet morning hours. He playing with her silken wet folds, she shifting ever so slightly. As much as she forced her body to relax against his attention, the more she could feel the shivers in her body resist.

When the first orgasm slid through her, her legs twitched and shivered, but still she lay still for him, letting him do as he pleased. He felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm in the clenching of her insides on his fingers. He leaned forward then, his lips finding hers. He claimed her mouth and they danced their lips together. In one swift motion, he plunged his fingers into the depth of her, nearly eliciting another orgasm from her in the process. Moving ever quicker, his movements were rapid, but never harsh, as he drove her up and over to that edge of madness and back again. By now, the arching of her back, the shifting of her legs, and the quiver of her body was against her own desire to stay still for him.

Closing her eyes, she shuddered, full body against the intensity of her last orgasm. "Mm, the things you do to me." She said at last.

"The things I intend to do to you." He grinned, as his nose was an inch from hers.