For The Whored Beyond Ch 51

The wedding was held in the gardens behind the house. After the ceremony, Ryan and Carla ran down the aisle and into the house. Ryan tugged on Carla's hand and led the way upstairs.

"The carriage is outside." Carla tugged him towards the door.

"I forgot to pack something; it'll just be a minute." He led the way upstairs to the bedroom he had been staying in.

"What could be so important?"

Digging in his drawer, he pulled out the book and squishy ring Elunara had given him. "These."

"Do you really need those... things?"

"If we want our wedding night to last more than five seconds, we do."

The heat rose in Carla's face. "Oh. Well, how does it work?"

With a grin, he winked. "I could show you right now."

Her blush deepened and she licked her lips. "Well, if you insist."

Ryan set the items down on the bedstand and crossed over to Carla. Placing his hands on her hips, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.

"What are you doing? I thought you were going to show me--"

"Well, I have to seduce you first."

She blinked at him. "But you don't have to."

"A man should always seduce his wife." Sliding his hands backwards, he cupped her ass, while returning his lips to hers. Soft and slow, he danced his lips with hers. She sighed under his attention, and he began to press his advantage, slipping his tongue in between her lips to run along the edges of her teeth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she was timid and unsure, but enjoyed his mouth on hers. His fingers were tugging at her dress, causing the edges of it to creep up. Pulling her with him, he danced her over to the bed. Pushing her gently, he sat her on the bed. Moving his mouth, he traced her jawline, and down to her neck and collarbone. His hands found their way under her skirt and met the skin of her thighs.

Staring at the ceiling, she gasped as his mouth worked on her exposed neck. Up and down his hands rubbed the flesh of her soft thighs. One hand trailed towards the center; the tips of his fingers found the pattern of her silk lace panties. Lifting his head, he pushed her skirt back and eyed the panties. Carla bit her lip, but before she could say anything, he brushed the tips of his fingers up and down that soaked lace. She gasped and flexed under his fingers. Rubbing gently, he pressed the lace of her panties into the folds of her crotch.

When she wiggled, he knelt between her legs. Blushing deeply, she looked away. He tugged and adjusted the panties to one side. Using one hand to hold the panties to the side, he used his thumbs to spread her folds apart for him. "I've been waiting a while to do this."

"Do whAAT?" She almost shrieked when he licked her flat.

Running his tongue up one side and down the other, he began the painstaking process of licking her juices. Up and down, side to side, he covered every little space of her. Sliding a finger in, he sucked on the tight little nub at the top, as she wiggled and gasped under his grip. He slid a second finger in and began to pump. She shook and clamped her legs against his head.

Ryan looked up and grinned. "Maybe you're faster than me."

Carla was panting and clinging to the bed. "What?"

He stood up and grabbed the squishy ring. Undoing his pants, he let his painful erection pop free. She eyed him and licked her lips. Tugging at the ring, he slid it down on his dick until it was at the base. "That should hold me for a bit."

"You're... going to put that in me, now, aren't you?"

"That was the plan, sweetie. Unless you don't want me to."

Carla stared at him with her lips between her teeth. "Elunara said I should try something, and I don't know if I should do it before or after."

"What's that?"

Carla slid off the bed and knelt between Ryan's feet.

"Oh!"

Leaning forward, she cautiously reached up. "Can, I touch it?"

He reached down and brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. "Of course, Sweetie, it's yours now."

She hesitated, but put her hand on his dick. Rubbing up and down, she felt the shape and texture of his erection. She examined him closely, her thumb brushing the tip, and she blinked at the wet dripping out of the end. Groaning under her attention, he watched her closely, hesitant to do anything that might make her stop. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and carefully weighed them in her hand. She looked up and saw the lust in his eyes. Looking away again, she returned to her physical examination. Slowly, she leaned forward, until her lips were just a breath away. He twitched. She was killing him slowly, but he dared not speak. Until he thought he could handle no more, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of him. Closing his eyes, he groaned again.

Deciding it wasn't all bad, Carla went further, licking the tip of him, and putting the full of her mouth over him. She gently sucked on the head, and his hand came down and rested on her hair. As she moved forward, taking more of him in, he began to pet her head and hair.

"That's it, my beauty, take it."

She moved her head back and forth sucking him as she went. He twitched and flexed. Closing his eyes, he rocked his hips, his hand resting softly on her head. She pulled free and licked her lips. "That is fascinating."

Reaching down, he put his hands under her armpits and pulled her to standing. Brushing his knuckles under her chin, he pulled her face to his and patiently explored her mouth. His other hand went around her back and pulled her tight against him, while his fingers tried to undo her laces.

She slipped her own hands behind her and fiddled with the bow at the bottom. When it came undone, she reached for the front of the dress.

"Let me." His voice was just a whisper. He tugged at the laces in the back and pulled the front of the bodice loose. When it came free, he tossed the garment on the bed.

Carla crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Why do you hide from me, my love?"

"I... I'm small."

"You're beautiful." Gently taking her by the wrists, he pushed her hands back and leaned forward. He kissed the skin in between her breasts. She shivered in response. One hand released a wrist and moved for the breast, soft as a whisper, he brushed his fingers across the breast, caressing the nipple with his thumb. It responded beautifully, and he leaned forward yet again and took the nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. Her eyes went wide, and she laid her head back. Using his hands, he began to push the skirt to the floor. When she stood there in her stockings and slippers, he grinned. With a little push, she fell back on to the bed. He kneeled again.

Her breath hitched in anticipation. Shaking his head, he tugged off her slippers. Standing back up, he rubbed his hands along her hips and thighs. Scooting in between her legs, he grinned down at her. "The stockings stay on." He tugged her panties to the side and adjusted himself. Sliding into that tight space, he closed his eyes. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers. "You feel amazing."

"That's... that's so weird."

"Weird." He chuckled.

"I've never done this before. Am I doing this right?"

"It's not about being right." Kissing her nose, he began to rock his hips. "It's about what you feel." With one hand, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist. Rocking in and out, he began to pick up pace. She blinked at him and wrapped her other leg up around his waist. She let go of her weight and fell backwards against the bed, and he continued to pump in and out of that tight space, even as she writhed against him. Getting his knee on the bed, he slammed into that tight space repeatedly. She was certain her teeth were about to fall out.

Panting, he hesitated. "Why can't I... oh yeah." He reached down and pulled at the squishy ring. Exploding into her clamping heat, he groaned. Clinging to the bed, she gasped. Pulling free of her legs, he looked down at the weird device Elunara had given him.

"I see."

"I see nothing." Carla gasped.

He grinned. "Oh, I don't think we're through yet."

"What?"

He knelt. Pulling her legs over his shoulders he buried his face in her once again.

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After the party, Elunara pulled Lunari to the side. "So, I hear you're pregnant. I take it things are going well?"

Lunari laid her hand on her still small belly. "Oh yes, very well."

"Tell me about it."

Rubbing her belly, Lunari sighed. "After we left Stormwind, William began to change. The further away we got from Lulu the less of a hold she seemed to have on him. By the time we reached wetlands dock, his mind was still fuzzy, but this brainwashing he had was almost completely gone. We lay together in that boat just talking. About many things. He seemed like a different person. When we reached Theramore, he was not the William you knew. He was lighter, happier, almost strange in his way. At Theramore, we talked to the locals and was told about the witch of the swamp. We were both so tired from our trip, but William had to meet this woman immediately. She told us something interesting." A smile crept on her lips. "I'll never forget it. She told us that a succubus mark, such as William's and Lulu's had latched on to each other. That, by raising them together, it was William who was addicted to Lulu, not Nara, not me. Why Lulu wasn't addicted to William was anybody's guess, but that William was so obsessed with her because they'd been together too long."

"Lulu had decided from a young age that William was her brother, that she had to PROTECT him, not worship him."

Lunari nodded. "Something like that." She brushed her hair out of her face. "In any event, they had to be separated for the bond to be broken. Once that was understood..." She shrugged. "We made love that night." Rubbing her belly, she laughed. We've been happy ever since. William now refuses to come back to Stormwind, he's afraid of reconnecting with Lulu and the obsession starting over. I had to come back for this wedding for my own reasons. Mostly to tell my mother about the baby. I would like to tell Chrissy and Gerald, too."

"Go on, then."

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Elunara made her way back to the keep. She was singing softly to her belly as she walked, and the guards along the way were bobbing their heads to the music. By the time she reached the throne room, a couple of guards had to nudge their partners back awake.

"You always sing so beautifully."

Elunara looked up at Varian and smiled. "Thank you, my love." She stepped up to the throne and brushed the back of her fingers across his cheek. Familiar footsteps pricked her ears, and they turned just as Tyrande came into view. "Mother!"

Tyrande hesitated. "I see you went through with..." She gestured at Elunara's belly.

Elunara rubbed her large belly. "He did save our children." She shook her head. "But that's unimportant at the moment." Going to her mother, she threw her arms around the woman. "I see you're safe, and that's all that matters to me now. You must tell me what happened."

"Well..."

Jaina appeared behind Tyrande. "My King, I came as soon as I could."

Varian was up in an instant. "Do you bring news of Anduin?"

As she bit her lip, she nodded. "I'm sure you've read the reports the adventurers are bringing back. How Anduin led the charge attacking the various covenants of the afterlife. It came down to him attacking the arbiter and stealing their sigil. We fought him directly, but Sylvanas backed him up. However, when it came down to it, Sylvanas attacked the Jailer. The Jailer... returned her fractured soul. I don't know how else to explain it."

"I care not about Sylvanas; I care about my son!"

"I'm getting to that." Jaina sighed before continuing. "Uther helped bring Sylvanas back to her humanity as it were, and with her help, we were able to follow Anduin to a place called Zereth Mortis, which appears to be the origins of life itself. We chased Anduin and the Jailer into the Sepulcher of the First Ones. Anduin blocked our path, but we fought him back. We returned him to himself. Broke the domination the Jailer held over his head."

Varian grabbed Jaina's arms. "He's alive and whole? Where is he?!"

"That is where I come in." Tyrande spoke next. Sylvanas was given to me to pass judgment. I condemned her to the Maw in an eternity of saving the souls she so callously sent there in her obedience to the Jailer. But Anduin... confronted her. He has decided that he will not return to Stormwind."

"WHAT?!"

Tyrande frowned. "In his distress over the Jailer's influence, the already doubtful Anduin has taken more on himself. He believes himself responsible for the Jailer's influence. That he... reveled in the destruction wrought, that he felt compelled to do the things he did. He is now unsure of himself, and until he finds answers for himself, he has," Tyrande hesitated. "Disappeared." She winced.

Varian began to hyperventilate. "YOU LOST HIM?"

"He lost himself."

In a stunned daze, Varian wandered back to his throne and flopped down.

Elunara frowned. "Did the boy learn nothing from Jordan's situation? From Bradley? He is not responsible for--"

"That's just it." Tyrande shook her head. "He no longer trusts anything, least of all himself."

Shaking her head, Elunara sighed and rubbed her belly. Do you have any idea where he might have gone? A direction, anything?"

"He disappeared from the Maw. That's all I know."

Elunara turned her head at the sob that escaped Varian's lips. She went to him and wrapped her arms around her husband. "At least I find Sylvanas' punishment to be fitting. Even if I'd still like to slit her throat."

"There is something else." Tyrande pulled a large object from her bag.

Elunara's eyes were huge. "Is that...?"

"Yes. It's a seed. Gifted to me by the Winter Queen, empowered by the souls of Ardenweald."

"It's breathtak--" Elunara grabbed her side. "Augh!"

Everyone was alert at once.

Elunara crumpled to her knees as the next contraction took her down. "NO! It's not time yet! I'm not even seven months!"

Tyrande was at her side in an instant.

As tears streamed down her face, Elunara put her hand on the ground. "It feels like I'm being ripped apart!" Summoning all her strength and energy, she filled her own body with the calming influence she gave other women. "Why are you two insisting on being born now? Stay damn you!"

"What can we do?" Tyrande brushed a lock of hair out of Elunara's face.

"I need towels, and--." She gasped as another contraction rolled in her body. "I need--" Panting, she summoned her dagger. "Someone go get Wrathion." Her vision blurred. "You want out now? Fine. Have it your way."

"What are you--? ELUNARA!" Tyrande screamed.

Guards scattered and Jaina gasped as Elunara raked her dagger across her own belly. Elunara focused on her cuts and opened her belly. This time, she stayed awake.

"Are you insane?" Tyrande helped her remove the first infant.

"Yes, mother. I am."

"I swear, I..." Tyrande trailed off as she looked down at the small creature in her arms. "What is this?"

"Baby dragon, I assume." Elunara panted. "Help me. There's one more."

Tyrande passed the newborn to Varian. Helping Elunara again, she frowned at the creatures.

Wrathion made his way into the throne room. "Someone said Elunara went into labor."

"We're sealing me up now, daddy." Elunara was covered in sweat and various fluids as she and Tyrande used their healing abilities to heal the gap in Elunara's belly.

He hesitated at the scene before him. People converged on Elunara with towels.

After Elunara was helped into her throne, she held her hands up. "Let me see my newest children."

Tyrande passed the child she held back to Elunara. Someone handed Varian a towel and he wrapped the child he held into it. Elunara took another towel and cleaned the newborn in her arms. "How... bizarre."

"What's the verdict?" Wrathion approached with caution. "I assume they're..."

"Assume nothing." Elunara shook her head. "They're not whelps, and they're not purely night elf or human."

Looking down, his eyes went wide. The child in Elunara's arms was covered in soft scaling and had horns. The body was human in shape, but those scales...

"They have wings." Elunara held the newborn up to Wrathion.

He took the child in his arms. Examining the child, he realized he held the girl. "My little Andryxia."

Varian passed the other one to Elunara.

"And this would be Laithion." Elunara rubbed her thumb over the child's forehead. "They're both so much bigger than I expected. No wonder they demanded to be born, they probably ran out of space."

"Well, this is a bit of a predicament."

"How so?" She looked up at Wrathion.

"I know nothing about their physiology. Whelps I could advise, and I'm certain that you would be the expert on regular children, but these..."

"Are still my children. So, they look unique, that means nothing to me." She cuddled the child to her. When Laithion began to cry, she looked up. She tugged the front of her dress down and helped him latch on to her breast. She winced. "What the hell?" She lifted his lip. Several sharp teeth lined his gums. "Holy shit."

Curious, Wrathion did the same to Andryxia. "Well."

"That's going to make nursing difficult." Elunara winced.

Andryxia began to cry.

"Hand her here." She got the second child adjusted. "Ok, I might just squeeze into some bottles and feed them that way. This is hell." She dislodged Laithion. "SUCK, not bite!" Laithion began to wail and Elunara rubbed her cheek on his forehead. "I'm not angry, I'm not. Hush now."

"Hrm." Wrathion turned and began to pace. "Whelps eat meat, humanoid children drink mother's milk. Perhaps our children will need a combination."

"Well, we need to figure it out fast. This is going to be murder in the meantime."

Elunara's ears pricked again. Grogek and Jordan appeared from the door. "We heard that Elunara went into labor." Jordan stopped short. "I see it's true."

Elunara laughed. "Come look at your newest children. I was going to head down, but lord I'm still exhausted from healing myself."

"Bradley and Darguni will be along shortly. They went to go get their wives." Jordan approached the throne.

"They seem bigger than even Darguni was when he was born." Grogek frowned. "That doesn't seem right. They're early and..."

"Yeah, it's a little weird." Elunara winced again and tugged Andryxia free. "OK, you're just gnawing now."

"What?"

"They have teeth."

Jordan reached out and ran his finger under the edge of Andryxia's lip. "OW!" He yanked his hand back. "They bit me!"

"Welcome to my predicament. They bite, not suck." Pulling her hand free, she rubbed her sore nipple.

"That sounds distressing."

Elunara looked up at Susan. "It's going to be a long few months."

"Why?" Wrathion hesitated in his pacing.

"Babies don't start solids until they're six or seven months. Though with these little buggers..."

"May I hold them?" Susan asked.

"Well, duh." Elunara shifted Laithion towards Susan.

Careful of his head and neck, Susan took the newborn.

"Someone go get Emaline for me." Elunara said.

"I will." Varian marched out of the throne room.

Soon, Elunara's family trickled into the Keep. Emaline ran through legs as she made her way to the throne where her mother sat cuddling a bundle to her chest. Someone passed another bundle back to Elunara just as Emaline came to a stop. "We have baby dragons?!"

"Yes, we do, little sweet. Come say hello to your brother and sister."

Emaline leaned over. Elunara had positioned the twins in her lap so that they could be seen. "They're so pretty!" She held out a hand. "May I touch them, mommy?"

"You may."

Emaline ran her fingers down Andryxia's fine purple scaling. "So soft! I can't wait to show big brother Anduin when he is saved from the bad people."