For the Whored: Beyond

Tulani jolted at the pounding on her studio door. Opening the door, she was surprised to find Carla on the other side. Carla's hair flew about her head in a tangle, her eyes wide and wild, and she was panting with exhaustion.

"Oh, my, dear. Whatever is the matter?"

"MY FATHER!" Carla brushed past Tulani and began pacing the room, flailing her arms and speaking in half words.

"I'm glad Sinea is with Elunara today, or your ranting might have woken her up. Please, dear. Sit down, let's discuss this."

"My obnoxious father thinks I'm getting married!"

Tulani choked and put a hand to her throat. "What? To whom?"

"Ryan!"

"Ryan?"

Carla flopped down in a chair and grabbed her head. Growling in frustration, she yanked at her hair. "He's a man from the service. Well, used to be, he was thrown out this morning. I offered to let him stay in one of the bedrooms in my house, gods know we have too many, and now my father is making wedding plans!"

Tulani buried her chuckle. "Well, that IS a problem. Did you not tell him the truth?"

"WE TRIED!"

"Hoo boy." Tulani sat down in the chair beside Carla. Laying her hand on the poor girl, she sighed. "I've met your father a couple of times, he is a bit hard to get through to, isn't he?"

"UGH!" Carla scrubbed her hands through her hair. "What am I going to do?!"

Tulani went to her table and got out a hairbrush. Moving over to Carla she began brushing her hair. "Well, first of all, tell me about this Ryan, and why you decided to let him move in."

A couple of hours later, and Tulani sat beside Carla holding her hand.

"He's sweet and all, really. He's the first man I've felt comfortable talking to. But I don't think that's a reason to get married. I just didn't want him leaving is all."

Tulani shrugged. "I've seen couples get married for less."

"Tulani!"

She brushed a lock of Carla's hair back with her fingers. "Sweetie, I believe in love. I really do. I think you should marry a man you love. But also, I think you should consider this Ryan fellow. Not because your father is rolling right over you, but because you talk so sweetly about him. I think you may have found a match. Just not a broiling, steamy romance you think you need. Even Elunara and I were gradual. Yes, we were lovers for a while before we married but it was a slow build up. Ours was sort of an accident anyway. I don't want to go all into it, but trust me when I say, give love a chance to blossom."

"But..."

"Besides, June is still three months away. A lot can happen in three months. Maybe you'll find the love you want in that time."

Carla frowned and bit her lip. "Are you just saying that, so I'll go away?" Her voice was so quiet Tulani had to strain to hear her.

"Heavens, no. Dear Carla. I wish you'd understand. I love you like a daughter. I never want you to 'go away' not for anything in the world." She wrapped her arms around Carla. "Besides, I better be the one to design your wedding dress." She winked.

"I bet it would be pretty..."

"That's the spirit!" Tulani laughed. "Come now, give this boy a chance, and maybe it works out, and maybe you make a dramatic break up scene. If you decide to break your father's heart, do it in the wildest fashion possible. Maybe he'll get the hint then, don't you think?" She winked.

---

Ryan found himself at his Aunt Mayby's door. He could hear the laughter of his cousins and their children at play. Dogs barked, cats meowed, and somewhere a parrot of some sort was shrieking its head off. How his aunt had not gone completely bonkers was beyond him. Of her four grown children, two had stayed home and had six of their own between them. His aunt loved all of her grandkids, but sometimes Ryan wondered if these six were the most spoiled among them.

Pushing open the door, he barely dodged a ball being thrown at his head.

"Sorry!" Called the oldest of Timmy. A dog ran past Ryan and went after the ball.

"Where's your grandmother?"

"Kitchen."

Ryan made his way to the back and found his aunt wiping down a counter. She looked up. "Oh, Ryan, you just missed lunch."

"I already ate. Listen, Aunt Mayby, I have a problem."

She sighed and gestured to a chair. "What now, let it out."

"I got kicked out of the service today."

Blinking at him, she put a fist on her hip. "That sucks, but we don't have the room..."

He held up his hands. "No, it's fine. Carla is letting me move in."

"Carla is doing that?"

He raked his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, but now her father thinks we're getting married."

"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED?" Mayby shrieked.

"No, wait, I--"

"Oh, my GODS! I have to tell your mother! I have to write her right away!" Mayby began flapping her hands and running back and forth, grabbing a piece of paper off the table, she began digging around for a pencil.

"Aunt Mayby this is all a big misunderstanding!" Ryan cried.

"I wonder if Tulani has an opening for me, I need a new dress."

"Aunt Mayby!"

She tapped the pencil to her lip. "I bet I can get her to do your mother's dress too. When is the wedding?"

Ryan shook his head. "Ugh, her father wants her to be a June bride."

"June! Plenty of time!"

"No! Aunt Mayby! We're not getting mar--"

"Oh, I'm so happy." Tears appeared in her eyes. "I've been so worried." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ryan just groaned.

---

Ryan and Carla met halfway back to Carla's house. Ryan sighed. "Aunt Mayby is just as difficult to get through as your father. I don't know what to do with her."

"Tulani had the right idea."

He rubbed the back of his head. "And what is that?"

"We should date, see how things go."

"Buh?"

Carla nodded. "And if we don't, we stage the world's loudest, nastiest break up we can manage." She smiled sweetly up at him.

"I... hmm." He considered her words as he walked beside her. "Sure. That's a good idea." He nodded. "I like it."

"I've always wanted to be the center of attention, just once." She giggled.

---

A couple of months after the raid, Elunara sat in her office at the SI:7 probing her body with her energy. "Well then."

"And?"

She looked up at the smarmy dragon himself leaning in the doorway. "When'd you get in?"

"Just now." He pushed away from the door and sauntered over. "I assume you were checking on our progress."

"I was."

"And?" He twirled a lock of her hair.

"We were successful."

"Splendid!" He leaned forward.

Elunara put her hand on his mouth. "I still feel you're a bit forward."

He kissed the palm of her hand. "From your reputation, one would assume--"

"Assumptions will get you punched in the nuts."

With a laugh he straightened up. "You are enjoyable."

She leaned back in her chair and sighed. "If you want my open affection, you have to avoid assumptions."

"I had hoped that after our performances that night, that we were past this... hostility."

Elunara sighed and pushed her hair back. "I'm not hostile. Well, not entirely. I just still don't entirely trust you. I'm a sucker for trust and open communication, and you are an enigma. You hide who you are and what you are doing. For that, I don't trust you."

He stooped in front of her and took her hand. Kissing the back of it, he smiled up at her. "You say you don't want to deal in dragon politics, and right now no one trusts me. I am the son of Deathwing, and if things went the way they were supposed to, I should have become the next aspect of the earth. See how far that gets me? No one trusts me. But if trust is what you so desire, I will earn your trust, just give me time."

"Fine."

"In the meantime, aren't impending parents supposed to celebrate?"

Her lip quirked. "I see how it is."

"I bet you do. Come with me. Just for a little while."

Elunara sighed. "Let me tell my family."

He grinned wickedly at her. "Just for a couple of hours. Today is your SI work, is it not? No one will miss you for just a couple of hours."

"Oh, so you want a quickie?" She laughed.

"Mm, I want to taste you. I still taste you in my mouth from the last time. Please, I'm begging you."

With a sigh she took out an object from her drawer and placed it on her desk. Tucking a match in her pocket, she stood up. "Fine."

"What is that?"

"A listening device. If anybody comes into my office while I am gone, I'll know."

"Clever."

Outside, he transformed, and she climbed on the back of his neck. He took to the sky and flew her to his cave. Once in the cave, he transformed back to his human form. "Are you going to stop me again if I try to kiss you?"

She considered him for a moment. "No, I guess I'll stop that. I shouldn't be so picky. You did save my children. Even Charnak earned my affection after he saved my son Bradley." Wrapping her arms up around his neck, she gently brushed her lips against his. "I tend to like calling the shots." She captured his mouth and devoured his lips with her own, trailing little nips and sucks along his lips.

Closing his eyes, he wrapped himself around her, desperate to keep up with her moves, trying to learn from her expert example. When they were both gasping from the effort, he danced her back to the bed. Tugging her shirt up and over, he cupped her breasts in his hands. Rubbing his thumbs over the nipples he grinned. "You're so beautiful." He leaned forward and licked a nipple.

Pushing her pants off, she reached out and opened up his jacket, crushing fingers into his chest hair. "Well, take me."

"Oh, I had a plan, you see." Transforming into his dragon form, he pushed her back on to the bed.

Blinking up at him, she sat up on her elbows. "What?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to taste you again." He buried his nose into her crotch and breathed deeply, before licking her flat. She gasped and jolted. With his huge, wide tongue he licked through those hairs to the folds beneath. Burying his tongue inside, he slurped at her insides, before pulling back out and licking up her stomach, to her breasts. Licking that scar between her breasts, he continued his assault with his tongue. Elunara put her hands on either side of his massive face as he licked her body over and over. Over her nipples, down her stomach, he went for that heated center again. He licked and slurped her hot juices as she shivered. The hot breath of his nostrils ticked her body as he drank of her. Pulling out from inside of her he licked the inside of her thighs, first one side and then the other. In greedy little slurps he covered her skin, driving her mad as she writhed up under him.

"Wrathion..." She groaned as her legs clamped around his face.

Ignoring her shuddering body, he continued to lick his way through those slick folds to the clamping heat. In and out, he drove her up and over repeatedly, as she clung to the sheets of the bed. Still, he continued, thoroughly enjoying himself as she panted with it.

"Wrathion!"

"Hm?" He licked that massive scar again.

"Come up for air!"

He stopped and pushed his nose against her chest. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You're doing plenty right, but after the fifth or sixth orgasm, a girl needs a little break!"

Laying his chin on her body, he frowned down at her. "I am sorry."

She stroked that massive head. "It's quite alright. Though if you find another partner, you need to learn a certain level of restraint. Granted, I don't know the mating habits of a pair of dragons."

"I only want you." The tip of his tongue flicked against her throat.

Hesitating, she blinked down at him. "Huh?"

"Mmm, now that I've had you, I only want you. Why would I bother with a barren consort, who will only see me as Deathwing's son, when I can have you?"

"Oh, dear."

"What?" He raised his head.

"Wrathion, I don't really have room for you in my home. And I certainly can't stay here."

"Wasn't asking you to." He licked that scar again. "I want you to be my consort, that much is true, but it actually works to my benefit to not be in your home or have you live in my cave."

She blinked at him. "OK?"

"But I've given it plenty of thought, and I just want you. This is so much simpler than trying to find one of my own species and have you try to 'fix' her for me. While a clutch of eggs may make my greedy heart happy, just one guaranteed survival at a time is enough, and I can bide my time very well. The way I see it, we have thousands of years to produce as many offspring as we care to."

"Awful confident of that, are you?"

"I figure once every... twenty-five or fifty years is often enough."

Elunara choked. "That's a mind-boggling number of children."

"I've seen dragon clutches with as many as fifteen eggs in a go. I figure I'm being reasonable. How many children do most Night Elves have?"

"Maybe one every few hundred years?"

He paused mid-lick. "Well, that's not nearly enough."

"My body, my choice, Wrathion."

"I have plenty of time to convince you to my side of things." He continued his licking assault on her breasts.

"I will not be a baby factory for you."

With a sigh, he laid his chin on her body again. "I didn't say you were. But I've been watching you. You love the children. You love your family, having them surround you. Once they are all old enough and move away, you will want to fill the void again. That's why I say every twenty-five to fifty years or so. Certainly, grandchildren will help fill that void. But wouldn't you like holding your own children again?"

Elunara stared up at the ceiling. "I hate that you have a point." She finally said. "However, I've already made arrangements with my family. When they pass, I will hold on to their spirits and find them new bodies. We will have more children after that point."

Wrathion looked down at Elunara. "You can do that?"

"I'm certainly going to damned well try."

"Impressive." He shrugged as only a dragon could. "I guess I'll wait my turn."

"You are such an arrogant--"

He licked her again.

"Would you stop that? We're trying to have a conversation here."

"But you're so tasty."

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes. "Besides, hasn't it been two hours anyway?"

"By my calculation, I have another thirty minutes to--"

"Momma, are you in here?"

Wrathion blinked and looked behind him.

"My listening device." Elunara wiggled out from under the massive dragon and grabbed her pants. Digging out the device, she held it to her mouth. "Lulu, I'm away from my desk, if you wait a few, I'll be right back."

"Okay, momma."

"Now, I really need to--"

Wrathion licked her from butt to neck.

"GAH!" She jolted straight up. "Stop that!" She yanked on her pants, before grabbing her shirt. "You are so annoying, I swear."

Back in Elunara's office, Lulu was sitting in one of the chairs. Lulu turned and watched Wrathion kiss the back of her mother's hand. He disappeared out the door as Elunara made her way to sit at her desk. Putting away the pair of listening devices, she looked up at her daughter.

"So, you snuck off with Wrathion?" Lulu cocked her head to the side.

"Maybe. But you're not here about that."

Lulu shook her head. "Momma, I came to you first. I missed my period. I want you to test me."

"Oh, really now?" Elunara was up in an instant, and around the desk. Laying her hands on Lulu, she concentrated and probed. "Well then."

"Yes?"

"We're both pregnant."

"I am?! You are?! We are?!" Lulu bounced in her seat. "This is great!" She threw her arms around her mother. "I'm so happy!"

"Come on, let's tell everybody."

"Oh, I don't know who to tell first, Abigail or Nara."

"Let's go with the daddy first." Elunara laughed. "Where's Calysta?"

"At home, making lunch. She really enjoys cooking for us."

"How is that going?"

"Much better now that I'm not in confusion hell."

"Good."

They made their way down to the yard. Elunara whistled and gestured for Jordan and Grogek. She nodded over at Nara.

When the three of them got to her, Jordan shook his hair out of his eyes. "What's up, baby?"

"We're pregnant."

"We?" Jordan made a face. "Since when do you say we?"

"When I mean that Lulu and I are both pregnant."

"You are?!" Nara nearly shrieked.

"She is?" Jordan went pale.

Lulu giggled. "I am. Momma just checked me."

Nara picked her up and twirled her. "This is so awesome!"

"Jordan, we talked about this." Elunara warned.

"I know, I know." He raked his fingers through his hair. "It's just... my little girl..."

"Be happy, papa. Be a happy grandfather." Elunara ran her hand down his back.

"Come on, we gotta tell mom and dad!" Nara grabbed Lulu's hand.

"Excuse me, did I tell you you were excused?" Jordan eyed Nara.

"Sir, may I be excused to tell my parents?"

"You may."

After the pair ran off, Grogek turned to Elunara. "Happy tidings all around. You certain it's the dragon's?"

"Fairly certain. I'll find out when it's a little bigger."

Chased by Karthuum, Lulu and Nara ran all the way to the Renwa's. Lulu was huffing and puffing by time they reached the door. "Are you certain that running won't hurt the baby?" Nara was all concern.

"Too small to do any damage." She kissed him soundly. "Let's do this thang."

They made their way inside and found Abigail on the couch sipping tea. "Oh! Lulu! I was just thinking about you." Abigail made her way over. "I've decided to keep her. I've even got a name. Clarissa."

"That's so awesome!" Lulu wrapped her arms around her best friend. "That makes my news even better!"

"What news?"

"I'm pregnant!"

Abigail gasped and threw her arms around Lulu. "That's amazing! Oh, our babies will be so close." She rubbed her growing belly. "Five months. That was Tia's estimation of where I am."

"I'm probably close to two. So, three months apart isn't bad."

Nara tugged on Lulu's arm. "Let's tell my parents."

"Right!"

The trio giggled all the way to Renwa's office. Nara knocked on the door. After a muffled commotion that had the trio rolling their eyes, they heard Renwa's "Enter!"

Lulu and Nara held hands as they entered the door. Renwa eyed the trio. "What brings you my way in the middle of training?"

"Lulu's pregnant!" Nara pointed to Lulu's stomach. "Mine! I did that!"

Renwa's eyebrows shot up. "Another grandchild, how wonderful."

Zelinnia rushed over and grabbed Lulu in a hug. "Oh, I'm so happy!" She held Lulu out. "How far?"

"I'm riding three months behind Abigail."

"How exciting!"

"I'm keeping her, Momma." Abigail said quietly. "I want to raise my baby with Lulu and Nara's."

"Oh, I'm so glad." Tears streamed down her face. "I was so worried. Oh, you've all made me so emotional today."

---

Returning to her office, Elunara was surprised to find Wrathion sitting at her desk. "Why must you sit in my seat?"

"Because it amuses me to annoy you some."

"Don't annoy me too badly." She warned.

"Never."

"Why are you back here so soon?"

"My appointment never showed up, so I came back. I find I have a taste for you and it's difficult to give up."

"Hmm." She shook her head. "Well, I'm not leaving. I have too much work to do to give you another couple of hours."

Wrathion stood up and went to her. Rubbing his thumb on her chin he leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. He pressed in and following her examples, nipped and licked her lips.

"Mm, someone can be taught."

"I have an excellent teacher." His free hand went up her shirt and caressed a nipple.

She slipped a hand under his jacket and did the same. Her other hand cupped his cheek as they danced and mated their mouths together. She sighed and pulled back from him. "I really must get back to work." She stepped around her desk.

He followed her and wrapped his hand behind her neck puling her into him once more. She put her hands on his chest and slipped her tongue into his mouth, running it along his teeth. He groaned and slid his other hand down her pants. Pushing her pants to the ground, he pulled her against him. She could feel his erection pressing against his pants. After assisting him out of his pants, she wrapped a hand around his dick. Moving her hand up and down, she squeezed and flexed. He groaned. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her up on to the desk and slid himself into that wet heat. Capturing her mouth once again, he began to rock his hips in and out. His fingers tangled in her long hair as he cupped her cheeks. Her arms wrapped around him, and her legs went around his waist.