For the Whored: Beyond

Abigail made her way through the city, content to talk to Clarissa and point out all the fun and beautiful things in the city. She stopped to speak with friends and acquaintances alike. She was just out enjoying the day, her heart light and feeling free of her burdens. Keeping Clarissa had been the right decision after all, and she was endlessly enthralled with her growing little baby.

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Adam had gotten completely lost. His plan had been to ditch his brother and sister and then locate some flowers and find that lovely little blood elf he had seen at Stephen's house. Millie was easy to ditch, she wanted to stay with Katie and Enwoo. Aaron had been a little more difficult, as they had always done everything together. However, in his attempts to ditch his brother, Adam had taken a few too many random turns.

Adam was in the process of trying to retrace his steps when he backed into someone.

She let out a little "oof".

He turned to apologize and found him staring at his blood elf beauty. "H-hi." He stammered.

Abigail eyed the man warily. "You really should watch where you're going." He looked down at Clarissa. "You could have tripped over my child."

"I'm sorry." He racked his brain. "Abigail, is it?"

"Yes? Who's asking?"

Adam rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess you don't remember me. You were a little preoccupied. I'm Adam, Stephen's brother. We sort of met the other day at his house."

"Oh. Oh! I'm sorry. I was a little out of sorts."

"Stephen told me what happened and why you were there."

Abigail frowned. "Hm."

"He got what he deserved." Adam said quietly.

With a shrug, Abigail pushed the stroller. "I'm over it."

He severely doubted it, but he wouldn't push. For now. "Can we walk together?"

"It's an open kingdom." She shrugged.

With a grin, he fell in step beside her. "So, your baby, what's her name?"

"Clarissa." Abigail smiled. This was her favorite topic.

"She's very pretty, like her mother."

"Hm. Thank you, I guess." That killed it.

He winced at her tone. "So, how does a blood elf wind up in Stormwind?"

"My parents brought me here from Draenor.

"Oh?"

"My father is human, and when he returned to Stormwind, he brought along me and his pregnant wife, my mother. She is the blood elf."

"So, you're only half?"

Pausing in her walk, Abigail glared. "Got a problem with that?"

Adam held up his hands for peace. "No! None at all, just piecing things together!"

She resumed her walk. "Anyway, the way it is told, Elunara the night elf, that's my aunt, was captured by a horde orc that was obsessed with her. My mother was given to her as sort of some weird present? That's my understanding. Anyway, Elunara rescued my mother and put her in my father's arms. It was love at first sight from there."

Considering her words, he eyed her. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

With a sigh, she stared off into space. "For my parents, yes. For myself? No." She shook her head and continued on her walk.

"I believe in it."

"Good for you."

This was going to be tougher than he thought. "How old is Clarissa?"

"Eight months."

"Cool. Cool. What's it like? Having a kid?"

Abigail considered her answer. "It has its ups and downs, especially on my own. My parents help out when they can, and my grandmother is typically nearby, but they all have their own issues and things to be doing. Lulu also comes by... our babies are about three months apart. So that's helpful. All in all, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Adam put his hands behind his head to keep from touching her. "I've always wanted kids. They seem fun. Our farmhands bring their children by occasionally, and they play with the horses."

"I'm certain you'll find someone willing to give you children. If not, there's always Stormwind orphanage."

"I have an eye out." He grinned.

"Good for you." They walked in silence for a moment. She was lost in thought, and he kept looking at her.

Gods, she was hot. His mind drifted to what it would be like to have her under him, panting and calling his name. He needed something, anything to woo her. He cursed the lack of flowers. Maybe jewelry was her thing? "What's your favorite color?" He blurted.

"Green. Why?"

"I'm only trying to learn more about you."

"Whatever for?" She stopped and looked at him fully.

He was stuck then. "I... well, I think you're gorgeous. I can see this sadness in your eyes, and I want to take it away from you. But I don't know how." Adam dropped his hands.

Abigail frowned. "I'm a bad bet."

"Now, why would you think such a thing?"

"Haven't you heard? I'm a whore who doesn't know who the father of her child is."

Adam blinked repeatedly. "Oh, that's just bullshit." He balled his fists. "Who said that?"

"The only man I've ever loved." She looked away and touched her cheek.

"Was he the one Stephen killed?"

"Yes." Her voice was so quiet he almost didn't hear her.

"Then, it's good he's dead, or I'd go kill him myself."

Abigail looked up sharply. "What?"

Adam was filled with rage that had no outlet. "That asshole did a number on your mind, and for that he deserves his death." She flinched away from him then, her body seeming to curl in on itself. His heart stopped when he realized. "Oh, beauty, I would never hurt you."

Abigail abruptly turned, put her hands on the stroller and pushed, all but running away.

"Wait!" He cried out. "Abigail, please wait."

Freezing, she stood there perfectly still, a deer ready to bolt.

"Abigail, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Abigail! There you are!" Jenny stopped in front of Abigail. "When you didn't show up, I got worried." Noticing Abigail's discomfort, she eyed the man even as she stepped in between them. "Who is this?"

Adam held out a hand. "I am Adam, I'm Stephen's brother."

Jenny lightly took the hand. "Jenny. I am Clarissa's grandmother."

It took a moment, but the gears clicked into place. "Oh." He cleared his throat. "Then I am doubly honored to meet you."

"Honored?" Jenny's eyebrow shot up.

"I..." Adam hesitated, unsure of what to say or how to explain it.

Turning to Abigail, Jenny smiled. "Why don't you go on in. There's tea and cookies waiting."

Abgail nodded and made her way into the house with Clarissa. When Abigail was safely in the house, Jenny looked Adam up and down. "What do you think you're doing?" Jenny was a momma bear set to defend.

Adam held his hands up. "I--"

"If you don't answer me honestly and correctly..." She raised her full five foot one. "I'll make you regret it."

Adam swallowed and stared at the woman. She was a full head shorter than he, but he knew she meant every word. "Listen, I met her the other day when she came to Stephen's house to forgive him for the death of... what I assume is your son. She was so sad but determined. I want to know more about her. I want to see her smile. I want her to smile at me. That pretty little baby in there, I want to see her laugh and smile too." His words come out in a rush. "I mean no harm, to either of them. I swear it. I've never seen a pair so beautiful and special. I know that must mean she's your daughter in law."

Jenny narrowed her eyes. The longer Adam talked, the deeper his blush. "Hmm."

"I'm sorry, but your son did something awful to her, and it makes me so angry, I must have frightened her with my flash of rage toward somebody I've never met. I didn't mean to make her feel that way."

Jenny's lips thinned as she pressed them together. "He hit her." Adam sucked in a breath. "In front of me and my husband. We raised him better than that, but he hit her anyway. Then in front of the entire training yard claimed her a whore." She looked back, to be sure Abigail was tucked safely inside. "She hasn't been back down there since."

"By the gods..."

"Abigail finds it difficult to move past all of those hurts, and why should she?" With a shake of her head, Jenny looked in the boy's eyes. "If you are good for her, then I wish you luck. If not... If you hurt her any more than she's already been hurt, I'll make sure Elunara finds out."

"The Queen?"

Jenny laughs softly. "Queen, goddess, easily pissed off assassin. Call her what you will, but she will make you suffer in unimaginable ways."

He swallowed hard. "Then I am glad I mean no harm."

Considering the kid in front of her, no older than her own lost son, she sighed. "I do wish you luck, that girl needs someone to love her. Someone who will love her no matter what."

"I'll leave her alone today. I've done enough damage." He turned to leave then hesitated. "Where does she live, by the way?"

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In Jenny's house, Abigail was cuddling a squirming baby. She looked up when Jenny entered the house. "Is he gone?"

At Jenny's nod, some of the tension went out of Abigail. "He apologizes for scaring you. He really didn't mean it." Jenny sat on the couch next to Abigail. Jenny brushed Abigail's hair out of her face.

Abigail tensed and buried her face in her baby's back. "I don't know why he frightened me so. Just the way he said he wanted Grodan dead, I guess."

"Sweetie..." Jenny sighed.

Carefully sitting Clarissa with her toys, Abigail buried her face in her hands. "I still miss him. I miss what we could have had."

Clarissa picked up a block from the floor. Pulling herself up by tugging on her mommy's skirt, she tried to hand the block up. "Bah!"

Abigail took the block and sniffled. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

Clarissa nodded decisively before plopping down on her butt.

Abigail fiddled with the block. "I'm sorry, it probably hurts you more, since you were his mother."

With a sigh, Jenny raked her fingers through her hair. "I think it's time you hear the story of the men in my family. Specifically, my father and my brother."

"You had a brother?"

Jenny winced. "Have. Last I heard, he was still alive, somewhere in Draenor, still cleaning latrines."

"What?"

"Where to start..." Jenny sighed before launching into her tale.

"By the gods..." Abigail whispered.

"So, you see, we were terrified that Grodan would become... like that." Rubbing her hands over her face, Jenny dropped her hands and clasped them in her lap. "So, we watched him extra carefully. Any hint of violence was swiftly handled. However, when he hit you, we knew we'd failed."

Abigail put her hand over Jenny's. "I don't know that you failed, but I know he failed to listen to your lessons. And what he did to all those women, to me, just to get back at me for some imagined slight..." She shook her head.

Jenny laughed softly. "It's like Elunara says, you can't guess crazy."

"No, I guess you can't."

They sat in silence for a moment, before Jenny finally spoke. "That boy out there..."

Abigail stiffened.

"I don't think he's from the city. At least, I've never heard of him before now. If he truly is Stephen's brother, maybe he's from outside, where they don't know..."

"I already told him about the rumors."

"Oh, Abigail..."

Abigail shook her long red hair. "Doesn't matter, he'd have heard it soon enough."

"Well, I think you should give him a chance to prove himself."

Abigail's face snapped up. "What?"

Jenny brushed the girl's hair back. "You've suffered so much, at the hands of... my son. I think it's high time you felt something good."

Looking down at Clarissa, Abigail shook her head. "I have Clarissa to think about."

"And wouldn't it be nice to have another set of hands? As his mother, I'm telling you to forget my son. To move on and be happy. Just don't forget to come visit me." She winked.

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The following day, Abigail opened the insistent knocking on the door. She blinked at the bouquet of white carnations in her face. "Oh!"

The flowers moved to the side and a blushing Adam smiled at her. "I didn't know your favorite flower. We didn't have that discussion yesterday. But my sister-in-law said you can't go wrong with simple."

"Um, they're very pretty? How did you find my house?"

"Jenny told me."

"Oh." Abigail frowned.

"Excuse me." Tina's voice interrupted. Abgail moved to the side so Tina could leave. Tina eyed the pair. "Do you want anything from Tippy's? That's where I'm headed to pick up your parents' order."

Abigail opened her mouth. "I..."

"What is Tippy's?" Adam asked.

Tina smiled. "Only the best food in the world."

Adam looked at Abigail. "Would you do me the honor of showing me to this Tippy's?"

"I..." Jenny's words echoed in Abigail's head. "I guess I could. Let me go get Clarissa."

Tina shrugged. "Anyway, I don't want to be late." She nodded to Adam. "See you there." She took off.

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At Tippy's, Enalla was behind the counter putting the final touches on a carrot cake. Glancing up at the little clock some inventive gnome had gifted her mother, she realized she had just a scant couple of minutes before Tina would arrive to pick up the Renwa's order. She lightly swore at herself when she messed up some of the piping. Using a frosting spatula, she scraped off the messed-up bit. She knew better than to rush her work.

Enalla wiped her face with the back of her hand and went back to her piping. If she missed Tina, it would be her own fault. The unfortunate thing for Enalla is that she'd had a crush on Tina practically her whole life, but Tina only thought of her as that Pandaren that made cakes. Even worse, with Tina's propensity for mischief, Enalla's mother would never approve of the match. Enalla admired Tina's ability to go whole hog into her bad decisions.

Meanwhile, Enalla refused to defy or upset her mother. The only one of three children to find interest in cooking, Enalla specialized in baking. Cakes specifically. Pies a close second. Enalla knew she was the favorite, even if her mother refused to acknowledge it. The constant praise for her cake creations fueled Enalla to new heights. If only Tina would praise her too. A "good girl" out of Tina's mouth would melt Enalla into a puddle. It was getting more difficult to focus on her piping as the seconds ticked down.

Finishing up the carrot cake, she carefully transferred it to the sale stand on the counter. Carrot cake was required to be available at all times, as one never knew when Elunara would pop by for a slice. When the door opened and Tina walked in, Enalla almost fucked up her cutting.

Tina bounced over to the counter. "Hey, Enalla."

"Hello, Tina." Enalla was glad of the fur on her face making it difficult for someone to tell when a Pandaren blushed.

Tina cocked her head to the side. "Do you know you have frosting on your face?"

"What?" Enalla wanted to die of mortification. She tried to wipe her face.

"Hold on." Tina reached forward and swiped her finger across the tip of Enalla's nose. "Got it!"

Enalla's skin zinged where Tina's finger had brushed against her nose. "I'll get you a napkin." She was amazed she didn't stutter.

"Nope." Tina stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking the frosting off it. "Mm." She groaned softly. "Your frosting is the best."

Enalla almost wet herself. Tears came to her eyes, and she struggled not to pant. "I..."

Tippy chose that moment to plop the Renwas' order on the counter. "Hello, Tina. Give my regards to Zelinnia and Renwa."

Tina smiled brightly. "Thank you, Tippy." She bowed. She snatched the sack up and skipped out the door.

Tippy eyed her daughter. "Something wrong?"

Enalla snapped back to reality. "May I take a break? I feel a little woozy."

Tippy put a hand to Enalla's forehead. "You don't feel sick."

"I think if I just lay down, I'll feel better."

Tippy shrugged. "Take fifteen, you work too hard as is."

"Thank you, momma." Enalla fled to the safety of her bedroom.

Slamming the door behind her, Enalla leaned against the door for quite some time before sinking to the floor. "OH, MY GODS!" She blurted. Gently touching her nose, she could feel that tiny zing where Tina had touched her. She scrambled up and began to pace her bedroom. What could it mean? Was Tina flirting? "Oh, my gods, could Tina like me? But my mother would kill me."

Enalla flopped on her bed and held her head in her hands. Looking down at her crotch, she frowned. She almost wet herself, and now all she could think of was Tina touching her in her wettest place and doing the same thing. Wiggling out of her pants and panties, Enalla let them drop to the floor. Enalla was covered head to toe in soft fur, and she wondered if that would bother the woman she had a crush on.

Reaching down, Enalla rubbed her crotch. Okay, she didn't just get wet, she had flooded herself. Her soft fur was soaking wet. Moving further into the slick folds with no fur, she gasped. Gods she was so wet right now, she dripped into the palm of her hand. A few years back, right after her eighteenth birthday, Enalla had made a secret trip to Elunara's and obtained a toy that Elunara referred to as a dildo. Enalla had decided her mother didn't need to know about that. Enalla dug it out now.

Laying the toy on the bed, Enalla went back to focusing on stroking herself first. It wasn't as if she wasn't wet enough, she was just enjoying playing with her folds and rubbing her clit with her fingers. Stroking and panting, she worked herself in quite a state, before reaching and grabbing the toy. Lining the toy up, she gently pushed it in and groaned as she imagined Tina's fingers doing the same. Rubbing her fingers around the toy, she stroked her frenzy as she pumped the toy in and out. Gasping and panting, she began to clench her thighs around her hand. She clamped down.

Pulling the toy free, Enalla eyed it with some curiosity. With a shrug she carefully licked the toy. Deciding it wasn't all bad, she licked it again, wondering how Tina tasted. Not that she would ever find out.

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Afterwards, Enalla wobbled down the stairs, hoping her rubbery legs would firm up sooner rather than later.

"Feeling better?" Tippy cocked her head at her daughter.

"Much."

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Once Enalla was back working on decorating her cakes, Tippy stepped into the back with her husband John. Tippy was no fool and knew that her beloved daughter had gone upstairs to work off some frustration. She was also no fool that it had been Tina that set her off. She had seen the whole thing from the door of the kitchen.

Tippy was no stranger to loving someone with a shady past. However... "Honey, what do you think of Tina?"

John looked up from rolling out dough. "Elunara's daughter?"

"The same."

"She's a bit of a troublemaker, but I think her heart is in the right place, just misguided. Why?"

Tippy jerked her head back. "Enalla has a crush."

John's whole body froze. "OUR Enalla?"

"How many Enallas do you know?"

"Oh jeez. Isn't she too young for that?"

"Enalla is twenty-one. She's not our little baby anymore." Tippy smiled wistfully.

"She will always be my little girl." John wiped his hands off. "I'll talk to her."

"You will not."

"What? Why?"

Tippy shook her head. "This is something our girl needs to work through on her own. If she needs to come to us, then we can intervene."

"Then I'll investigate Tina."

"You most certainly will not." Tippy sighed and sent a puff of air up her bangs. "Let Enalla make her own mistakes. Besides, investigating Tina just says we can't trust Elunara."

John frowned. "As usual, you're right."

"Of course, I am. Now, get back to the dough before it collapses."

"Yes, dear."

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After Abigail got Clarissa situated into the stroller, they began to walk towards Tippy's inn. At first, he said nothing, and Abigail found it to be a relief. But then she realized he was fighting the urge to say something. Unwilling to give him the encouragement, she purposely looked anywhere other than him. Just because Jenny recommended it, doesn't mean she had to.