For The Whored Beyond Ch 64

Margaret sighed. "I guess we should get dressed."

"Would be for the best." Robert stood up, before helping her to stand. He led the way back into the bedroom and helped her sit on the bed. Turning around he dug into one of her drawers and found a pair of panties. "I have a question I've always been curious about."

"Well, go ahead."

"Do you always wear these?" Stooping in front of her, he began to slide the panties over her legs.

"Sometimes. Sometimes I get frustrated trying to get them off and on that I either go without or leave them on the bathroom floor. Why?"

Robert blushed. "I may have masturbated with a pair of them last night from the bathroom floor."

"Oh!"

The panties were up to her knees, and he had stopped. Reaching forward he stroked the soft hair in between her legs. "Now that I've gotten my hands on you, I find it difficult to stop."

She shifted her legs, so he had better access and he shifted forward and kissed just above those hairs. He forgot about the panties and let them slide down to her ankles. Spreading her open, he pressed a kiss to that hooded nub at the top. She gasped. He licked her flat, and she put her hands on his head. He sucked on that nub, before running his tongue around it. Pressing two fingers up into her he found that spot that made her call his name. He wiggled his fingers and sucked on her clit at the same time, and she began to shiver and shake with the force of her orgasm. She clamped her legs on his head. The panties were forgotten and dangling from one foot.

Chuckling, he pulled himself free. "I do enjoy when you do that." Standing up, he tugged his dick out of his pants.

She stared down at his erect penis for a moment. "I'm not afraid."

"Good." He adjusted himself and lined up with her waiting wet pussy. Pressing in, he groaned and grabbed her hips. "That's it, take me in, just like that."

Trembling, she wrapped her arms up around his neck. She pulled his face to her and claimed his mouth. They danced their lips together, as she clamped and flexed around his dick inside of her. He began to slowly rock his hips. In and out he dragged himself with painstaking slowness. "I have to be careful with my delicate beauty." He whispered.

"F-faster."

"As you wish." He began to pump himself in and out of that tight confine, gaining speed as she panted his name and egged him on. Thrust after thrust, she called his name, clamping and shaking, as he slammed into her for that final time and released with a force he'd never experienced. He throbbed and pulsed as she clung to him. Her legs shivered around him, and he laughed softly. "How was that, darling?"

Margaret's face was bright red, and she was still panting. "Oh, Robert."

Gently, he pulled free of her, and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you, Margaret."

"I love you, too, Robert." She snuggled against his bare chest. "Though I have a question of my own."

"Hm?"

"Why did you try to call him son?"

He laughed and put his forehead to hers. "Because I am a fucking idiot?" Shaking his head, he sighed. "I have no idea why that came out of my mouth."

"You know I can't give you one." she said quietly.

"I've already told you, my lovely, I don't need one. And if, and only if we decided to be parents, there's a whole orphanage down by the chapel."

She looked up at his earnest face and smiled. "I just don't want you to regret your decision."

"Never."

----

Jordan found himself at Renwa's door again. With a sigh, he knocked.

"ENTER!" Jordan pushed open the door and Renwa jolted out of his seat. "Has Elunara found a cure?"

"No, she--"

"Don't tell me she's succumbed too."

Jordan shook his head. "She's at SI:7 checking in on something."

"Damn it." Renwa sat back down. "What brings you my way then?"

Jordan flopped down in the chair and held his head in his hands. "I caught my mother fucking one of my soldiers."

"Oh, no! Don't tell me she has succumbed too! And I hope you cut his balls off."

Jordan shook his head and looked Renwa dead in the face. "That's just the thing. If it was the fever, he'd be dead. But she was lucid and aware and stopped me from killing him." Jordan scrubbed his hands over his face. "She says she loves him."

"I see. And then?"

"I'm pretty sure I vomited up everything I've eaten in the past three days."

Renwa winced. "I imagine so."

"You don't think I handled it well."

"Jordan, you don't handle GOOD news well." Renwa shook his head.

"Well? What would you have done? If you found out your mother was fucking someone younger than you?"

Renwa was quiet and still. "You know I never met my mother."

It was Jordan's turn to wince. "I'm sorry. I forgot."

Renwa shook his head again. "I imagine I would try to be happy for her. Especially if my mother had gone through something as horrific as she has."

"But..."

"Jordan, listen to me. You have been afforded a rare opportunity. You got your mother back after assuming she was dead all these years. Don't squander it by being grossed out by her choice in companions."

"I..."

Renwa held up a hand. "I know you've done your best to show your affection. I know you gave her a house, hired maids and soldiers to care for her." He threaded his fingers together on the desk. "But now, she needs you there emotionally for her. To support her decisions, even when you don't agree with them. Don't drive a wedge between yourself and her just because you find this 'icky'."

"The fucker called me 'son'."

"That just makes him a moron." Renwa laughed despite himself. "Jordan, how old is Elunara?"

Jordan froze. "She's... uhh... eighty-five? No, eighty-six."

"And you are...?"

Jordan frowned. "Fifty-three. But it's not the same."

"Is it?" Renwa's eyebrow shot up. "How is it not the same?"

"Because Elunara is a night elf. She's got that.... Immortality thing going." Jordan rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me like that. Besides, she is not my mother!"

"Jordan, Elunara is a mother to adult children, and she still has sex. You are father to adult children, and you still have sex."

"But--"

Renwa held up a hand. "Elunara still has sex with twenty-year-olds that come to her and ask for it. How is that any better or worse than your mother having sex with one man, that she says she loves?"

"Gods, I hate when you're reasonable."

"Then I am getting through to you."

Jordan slouched in the chair and crossed his arms. "How am I supposed to deal with this?"

"That is up to you. But you need to be supportive of her decision. And if he breaks her heart, feel free to skewer him."

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Elunara was sitting at her desk, magnifying glass on a stand, trying to dismantle the tiny lock. "Come on you stupid little..." she muttered under her breath.

Gerald walked in and made his way over to the desk. Eyeing the half inch object she was fiddling with; he cocked his head to the side. "The hell is that?"

"A lock."

"I figured out that much. But what in the world needs a lock that small? Mouse shackles?"

"A clit hood piercing apparently."

Gerald blinked at her. "Come again?"

"Actually, the lack of being able to come would be the problem. Someone wanted her to suffer."

He shook his head. "That's just cruel. Who's our vic?"

Elunara dropped the tools on her desk. "Margaret."

"Jordan's mother?!"

Elunara nodded. "And half of Stormwind's women. The fever going around bears the same magic. Where are my damned curse breakers?"

Gerald crossed his arms. "Coming in from Kalimdor. They should be here any time now." At the knock on the door, he nodded. "That should be them now." He walked over and opened the door.

A trio of women walked in together. "You sent for us?" The front one asked.

"Can you break the curse on this stupid little lock?"

They approached the desk and began to work their magic. Concentrating on the small lock, the trio held out their hands and tendrils of magenta smoke drew forth from the object in question. The magenta smoke dissipated. "Is... is that all you require?" Inquired the one in the center. "The summons seemed urgent."

"Did you break it?"

"It was simple enough, just a control-based rune curse."

"Good, because it may be the momma, but its adult children have my daughters and friends in a bind."

"Let us see."

Elunara stood up. "Lydia was first infected. Let's start there."

----

Darguni was sitting in a chair, his head on the bed, holding Lydia's hand when Elunara walked in. When he looked up at her, she saw the ravages of crying across his face. "Anything?"

"No, momma. And I'm starting to lose hope." He swiped at his runny nose.

"Well, I've brought a little hope with me." Sticking her hand out of the door, she gestured.

The trio of curse breakers came through. At once, they reached out and began to cast their magic. "Oh, dear. The curse is weak, but stubborn." Said the leader.

"Curse?" Darguni watched the magenta smoke rise from Lydia's body. "This is a curse?"

They doubled their efforts as they pulled the curse from Lydia's body. The magenta smoke rose into the air and formed a ball. With a coordinated wave of their hands, the smoke dissipated.

Lydia's body jolted, and her eyes fluttered open. "Wha?" She shook her head and struggled to sit up.

Darguni wrapped his arms around her. "BABY! You're alright!"

"Ugh, I'm so thirsty."

"Stay. Stay right there, I'll be right back." Darguni gently laid Lydia back in the bed. He fled to the kitchen.

Elunara turned to the curse breakers. They were huddled together in whispers. "Well, spill it. What did you learn?"

The leader stepped forward. "We need more to learn more, but so far we understand it is nearly the same curse you had us remove from that lock."

"I gathered as much." She watched Darguni return with a pitcher of water. "What else?" She turned back to the trio.

"It is a standard, if slightly altered, control curse. The subject is given a series of commands, then let loose to do the bidding of the one who commanded it. The fever appears to be a bad side effect. The main curse is gone now, but the fever was evidence of it, rather than the curse itself. If we were to study the person in the throes of the curse, we could tell you more. However..."

"That's pretty impossible."

The woman nodded. "From what you told us on the way over, and what we gleaned just now, we would need someone being actively controlled on to trace this magic."

"Fucking hell." Elunara turned to the pair. "How much do you remember, Lydia?"

Lydia swallowed her water and then turned bright red. "Pretty much all of it. I remember on the way home for the night being itchy and horny to the point of distraction. It was almost impossible to get the children to bed. I may have snapped at them a time or two since they were to their usual kid stuff trying to not go to bed. Then I picked out the sluttiest looking outfit Tulani gave me. I remember thinking it had to be slutty. And then..." Her color deepened. "The things I said." She whispered.

"It's ok, baby. I already told her that part."

Lydia winced. "Of course, you did."

"It was just so out of character."

"I mean, we usually get a little... creative in bed, but these things coming out of my mouth, I don't know where they came from. But I just had to say them, or the itchiness wouldn't go away."

Elunara paced the room. "Someone controlled you, and when you resisted, even a little, you itched?"

"It was like an army of ants in my skin. Just getting the kids to bed was... a disaster. Part of me wanted to just lock them in their room and strip down. But I forced myself to go through our bedtime routine."

"You've always had a knack for thinking of your kids first before giving in to a curse."

Lydia blinked at Elunara. "Huh?"

"When Bryan tried to have you kill Dargek, you got him safe instead. You have a strong motherly spirit, my darling."

Lydia nodded. "No one hurts my children. Not even me." Darguni brushed Lydia's hair back and kissed her temple. She smiled at him.

Elunara sat on the edge of the bed. "Now, I need you to think back to your entire day. What you did, who you contacted, what you ate, anything and everything."

After Lydia explained as much as she could, Elunara stood up. "We need to see Katie next. She was the next affected and the most vulnerable."

----

When Elunara left followed by her curse breakers, Darguni frowned. "I am so sorry I took advantage of you."

Lydia shrugged. "You had no way of knowing. I was first hit, so no one knew it was a symptom."

He wrapped his arms around her. "I still feel horrible. I got so excited with the way you were talking..."

"You did, huh?"

He blushed. "I don't know why."

"Hm. Maybe I should do it more often." She winked at him.

Rubbing her back, he considered. "Well, I don't want to embarrass you, or make you uncomfortable."

"Darguni, my love, if it gets you horny, I'd dance naked in the moonlight." She curled up against him.

Darguni licked his lips. "That's a hell of an image."

"And if I knew it got you off, why, I'd tell you that I'm your little whore. Do what you want to me." She slid her hands down into his pants and lightly stroked his growing erection with the tip of her fingers.

Darguni released her and grabbed her arms, holding her away from him. "Are you there? Are you awake? I won't take advantage of you again."

"I'm not itchy, if that's what you mean. If you turn me down right now, I'll be disappointed, but I won't claw my skin off like last time."

"I still feel bad." He released her arms.

She curled up against him again. "Oh, Darguni. Don't let whoever did this ruin what we have. I know you feel bad, I know you feel guilty, but it wasn't your fault. You had no way of knowing. And honestly, neither did I. I feel weird, and disturbed. But remember, you and I are one, united, together. I kind of like that I learned a new way to turn you on. Apparently just with slutty little words. Sometimes I feel like I need to take extra measures. I want us to continue to have an active sex life long into our old age. If telling you I'm your whore, your slut, your cock sleeve, I'm still yours. Ya know?"

"Gods, you're making me so hard right now, you're driving me to distraction." He pulled his dick free of his pants and stroked. "Look at this. You do this by existing some days."

Bending down, she licked the tip. "And you know, I can't resist putting my mouth on you when you present yourself to me like this." She slipped her lips over the tip and gently sucked.

"Gods, baby, fucking suck it." Darguni reached down and found the edge of her nightgown. While she had been unconscious, Elunara and Darguni felt it best that she be in her gown instead of the lingerie or naked. Now, he was glad he didn't put any panties on her. He ran his fingers through her soft curly hair. Finding her folds, he played with them through the hairs. As she worked her mouth up and down his dick, he worked his fingers across silken flesh. Burying a pair of fingers into her, he pumped his wrist.

Pulling free, she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck your whore." She slipped her mouth back on him and sucked and flexed her mouth and tongue. Up and down, she moved, as he pumped in and out. He stroked her sopping wet insides as they flexed and gripped his fingers. His thumb stroked her asshole.

Sitting up, she pulled her hips free of his hand and straddled him in the chair. With a groan, she slid her dripping pussy over his rod stiff dick. "Mm, yeah, baby. Like that. Gods, you're so beautiful." He buried his face in her breasts. "Keep talking."

"Fuck my pussy with your dick. I love feeling you inside me, stretching me to my limit." She stroked his cheek. She licked his fang. "I'm your little cock sleeve, wear me all day long."

Thrusting up and down, he grabbed her hips and shoved her down as his orgasm caused him to explode inside of her. The feeling of his pumping dick caused her to clamp down on him. Her whole body shivered, and she curled up against him.

Putting his hand to her head he held up her face. "No fever?"

"I'm still here, my love."

"Good."

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At Katie's house, they found Stephen in much the same way as Darguni, only Stephen had Enwoo clutched to his chest. "I've been helping him to latch, just like you showed me how."

"Good man." Elunara gently took Enwoo from Stephen. Nodding to the curse breakers, she stepped in. "Get to work." Elunara carried Enwoo to the crib and tucked him in while the curse breakers worked on Katie.

Stephen stood in the center of the room, wringing his hands. "Is the baby going to be okay?"

Elunara placed her hand on Katie's head and concentrated even as the curse breakers worked their magic. "Don't worry, your little swimmers are still protected by my ability."

"Swimmers? As in more than one?" Stephen put his hands to his mouth.

"Hm. Yes, I'm getting multiple lifelines."

He wrapped his arms around Elunara. "Oh, THANK YOU!"

Chuckling, she brushed his hair back from his face. "Don't thank me, you put them there. She just happened to have the available eggs to produce more than one."

"How many?"

She concentrated. "More than one, but less than four. It fluctuates between two and three. But then again, Jenny only ever showed me the one, they just kept swapping genders on me. I predicted a boy, but she had one of each. I'll be able to count the heartbeats when they're bigger."

The curse breakers finished their job. "Hmm, this is different."

Elunara narrowed her eyes. "Different how?"

"We can only describe it as more defined. As if the person who cast this curse was learning how to get it to do what they wanted. To control for longer." The leader of the curse breakers spread her hands. "That is the only extra information we were able to glean."

"Damn it. I need more. Stephen." She turned and found Stephen staring at her, the rage evident on his face. "Stephen?"

"Someone cursed my Katie?"

"Yes. This was never an illness. It was a curse she had been struck with."

"I'LL RIP THEM APART!" He roared.

Katie jolted awake, and the trio whispered amongst themselves. Elunara turned to the trio. "Wait outside." When they left, Elunara turned to Stephen.

Stephen had his fists clenched so hard they were losing all color. "How DARE they touch my Katie!"

"Wha?" Katie struggled to sit up. "What's going on?"

Stephen was at her side in an instant. "Don't stress yourself. Don't stress the babies." He murmured.

"Babies?" Her hand went to her belly. "More than one? Oh my."

"Katie, what do you remember?"

Katie blushed and looked up at Elunara. "E-everything." She put her hands to her face. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed! I said some embarrassing things and I..." Her eyes went wide, and she stared at Stephen. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry I said that. I didn't mean... I don't know why I said that." Tears began to stream down her face. "You must be so upset with me."

"No. No, my sweet precious Katie. I could never be upset with you." He took her hand. "It wasn't even you. It was some asshole." He clutched her hand a little too tight and she yelped. Releasing her hand, he wrapped his arms around her. "Oh, Gods, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I-it's ok."

"No, it's not."

Katie put her hand on his cheek. "You just squeezed my hand a little hard, that's all."

"You're too good for me, Katie." He brushed his lips against hers.

"This is sweet and all, but I need to know what Katie remembers about her day. After the curse took hold isn't of concern to me, I need to know every minute of your day, who you saw, who touched you, even to bump against you in a crowded market. Everything."

After Katie detailed her day as best she could, Elunara stepped outside. Stephen followed her and closed the door behind him. "I hope you find the son of a bitch before I do. I don't want to go to prison and leave my wife and children without me."