Jordan had gone from enjoying Elunara's little challenge, to absolutely hating it in the space of about five seconds. With his mother and her young lover nearby, his twitching and flexing could easily be interpreted as being uncomfortable about their relationship. Granted, he still was, but he had the dignity and discipline to hide it well. Now, however... Jordan was torn between winning this bet, and running to the bathroom to yank this damned toy out.
Instead, he dutifully followed his mother and Robert out to the waterfalls. At least sitting on the soft grass was easier than a hard chair.
"Son, are you sure you're okay?" Margaret peered at Jordan.
He struggled to keep the blush out of his face. Damn that Elunara. She was probably hiding in the bushes somewhere snickering at his discomfort. He brought his thoughts back to his mother. "Just fine."
"Something seems to be going on."
"A little prank on behalf of my wife. That's all." He took a drink from his cup and cursed his wiggle.
Margaret put her hand on his arm. "As long as nothing is wrong between you two."
Jordan let out half a chuckle. "Honestly, any rift we've ever had has always been my own fault. I misinterpret her, and she straightens me out quickly. It doesn't last long."
"Alright then."
Robert had stayed silent the entire time. Jordan wondered if he had his own plug, the way the man constantly shifted uncomfortably. However, it was probably the fact that Jordan was his superior, and at a word could be dragged off for execution. Jordan smirked over that.
Margaret looked back and forth between the two loves of her life. "I wish you two would get along."
Jordan shrugged. "I'm over it." He wiggled involuntarily.
Robert's lips thinned as he frowned. "Sir. I mean, uh, Jordan. I don't think you are."
"You question me?"
Robert's back shot straight. "No, sir!"
Margaret just sighed. "This is exactly what I meant."
"Look." Jordan rolled his eyes. "I'd rather my mom be happy than try to choose between her son and the man she fell in love with. I don't want your resentment for making you choose. Today is... let's just say that my wife is fucking crazy and I'm suddenly regretting a joke she has apparently pulled on my ass."
"Hmm." Margaret considered her son. "Well, I guess that means you two should spend more time together. Today is a lovely day for it. Ignore whatever "prank" your wife has made you so uncomfortable and spend today with us. I do so enjoy both of your companies."
"Easy for you to say." Jordan muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, mother. It's a... nice suggestion."
"Then let's enjoy this picnic basket that Tippy has so graciously made for us."
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It was a struggle of discipline, but Jordan managed to make it most of the day at this mother's side. He even managed to reduce his wiggles to sightless twitches around the offending area. It was a new experience in discipline. He even wondered at one point if he could get by with making his troops learn it. That thought amused and embarrassed him. Nobody must know.
Later in their walking around the city, he had spotted Elunara down at the yard hanging on Grogek's arm. She had to have told him about the challenge. So, it lightened his heart a little to know that Grogek was twitching with his own discipline issues regarding that, if they weren't currently at the house boning like horny dogs. Many times, Jordan had been jealous of Grogek's discipline when it came to their wife, but today it made him bury a chuckle.
With that knowledge, Jordan could win this bet. Easy. It wasn't as if the plug was painful, just different. He could hold on until bed. Maybe, maybe he'd even sleep on the thing. That'd show her. His mood improved drastically.
The mood change had not gone unnoticed by Margaret, but she had her own suspicions as to what it was about. She worried for her son. He was married to a woman who had the attention span of a gnat and flitted back and forth between her spouses. And he was married to a male dragon that had all but disappeared. She worried he was fighting a broken heart, and seeing Margaret so happy had driven a dagger into her poor son's heart. It made Margaret angry at the night elf and the dragon for doing this to her son. But how to broach the subject was beyond her. She would have to find some time away from Robert. Confronting Jordan or Elunara required privacy to save face for Jordan.
Robert felt ridiculous. High General Jordan had told Robert repeatedly that he was fine with the situation, but Robert didn't believe it for one second. Any minute Jordan could get him shipped out, or worse, executed. High General Jordan was married to the queen after all. Robert felt like a nervous filly, flinching and twitching every time Jordan flinched, wiggled, or spoke. And today was worse than normal. Whatever had Jordan on edge today could be the thing that sent him over against the man fucking his mother.
Robert had to bury a sigh and be grateful he was in armor today. Every time he thought of Margaret, he got horny. Last night he'd convinced her to let him stay, and he's spent the night worshiping every curve and wrinkle on her body. This morning alone, her beautiful blonde hair had been spread among the pillows. The image made him sigh. He wished she would consent to let him move in. He caught himself and stole a glance at the High General. Thankfully, Jordan had spotted his wife and wasn't paying attention to the young grunt soldier.
"Excuse me a minute. I want to go speak to my wife." Jordan made his way over to Elunara. He scooted up behind her and grabbed her ass.
"Mm." Elunara turned and captured Jordan's mouth with her own.
As they made out, Jordan slipped his hands down the back of her pants, and she slipped her hand down his. Jordan ran his finger down the crack of her ass. He hesitated and pushed further, his finger stroking her asshole. "Where's your plug?"
"Oh, Grogek popped that thing out hours ago." She adjusted her hand. "I see you still have yours."
"He..." Jordan looked as if he'd been slapped. "You haven't had it in for hours?"
"Maybe longer." She shrugged, her grin widening. "You win, darling."
Jordan swore and yanked his hand out of her pants. "Not funny."
Elunara bit at his lower lip. "You can always put it back in me." She added helpfully.
"You made me wander around with my MOTHER." he hissed the last word.
"Not my fault." She winked.
"You'll pay for this." Narrowing his eyes, Jordan threw his hands up. "I don't know how, but I'll figure it out!" He pointed at her.
"You're making the whole yard stare." Grogek snorted. "I think you like the attention, though."
Jordan flushed from his head to his toes. "I'm going home and pulling this thing out." He marched away, Elunara's cackle following him down the way.
"What did you do to my son?" Margaret glared at Elunara.
Elunara blinked. "Just a little prank. He'll get over it. He usually does."
"Usually." Margaret's voice was flat.
With a sigh, Elunara turned fully to Margaret. "I do wish you had the chance to really know our relationship and see us and him as we've grown together. This." She gestured. "Is just part of us. Ribbing and teasing. I don't want to reveal what has Jordan so peeved right now, but believe me, he fully agreed to it before he came out of the house. It just happens that you being his mother makes the whole thing embarrassing."
"Oh."
