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Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nI promise, this stretch of somewhat SFW build-up is just about to pay off for the next five parts or so after this. It sounds teasy, I know, but in the essence of semi-realism, it didn't make sense for him to agree to just jump right into another couple's bed, y'know? Time and open conversation make a difference.\n\n(Also dammit, I'm sorry, Postybirb has been really fucking me over lately. It keeps failing uploads saying my accounts aren't logged in, but when I actually go to fix it they appear to already be logged in. Grrr.)\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Blizzard owns races/classes/setting, all fiction, characters mine, etc.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active, or if you're feeling generous I suppose!

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I promise, this stretch of somewhat SFW build-up is just about to pay off for the next five parts or so after this.  It sounds teasy, I know, but in the essence of semi-realism, it didn't make sense for him to agree to just jump right into another couple's bed, y'know?  Time and open conversation make a difference.

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You do not have to do anything you do not wish to do.”\n\n”This was my idea completely,” Lyrah also felt the need to add. “Maybe I came on a little strong, and I’m sorry about that, Uncle. But I do love you, and if… if there was anyone I’d want to experiment with safely, it’d be you.”\n\nRask nodded slowly. This was a girl he’d known since she was very young, but he couldn’t deny, at least to himself, how beautiful she was, both in mind and body. He very much saw what Drenan saw in her. “I… will have to think on it,” he admitted. “I don’t wanna fuck up your guys’ relationship, no matter how strong you say it is. It would feel… selfish.”\n\n”You can’t fuck it up,” Lyrah reassured him, and Drenan nodded in agreement. “Maybe we just wanna do something nice for you too, you know?”\n\nRask’s gaze hardened immediately, and Lyrah covered her muzzle, realizing she’d just fucked up. “You told her, didn’t you?” He rumbled accusingly at Drenan.\n\nThe hunter shook his head confidently. “I did not. I swear it.”\n\n”I-I heard it!” Lyrah said quickly, tempering Rask’s anger immediately and abandoning her plan to hide her eavesdropping. “I’m sorry, Uncle. I was… spying on you two in the pond. I didn’t mean to… to… you know.”\n\nRask’s anger fled, replaced by a quiet sadness. “I can’t be mad at you, Ly-ly,” he said quietly. “I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t have to tell you myself.”\n\nLyrah smiled sadly at him, then turned and gave him a proper, intimate hug, but she didn’t say a word beyond, “I love you, Uncle.”\n\nRask looked over at Drenan, who simply smiled sadly and slid his hand atop Rask’s shoulder. The black-furred bull exhaled shakily, then gently pushed them both away. “I… I love you both, too, but I… just need some time to think about this,”\n\nBoth father and daughter nodded and stood without pushing back. “Just promise me one thing,” Drenan rumbled. “This won’t change our friendship.”\n\nRask, too, stood and looked Drenan in the eye. “Never.”\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe next week absolutely flew by between wedding preparations and general visitations. Rask still never came into Surwich, but Lyrah and Drenan still made it a point to visit him daily. Even the next day, Rask was as friendly as ever, almost acting as if nothing had happened by the pond with Lyrah. Neither father nor daughter wanted to push, so neither of them dared to bring it up again, and that seemed fine by Rask. Both of them had plenty of other work to keep themselves busy anyway.\n\nThere were, however, some subtle shifts in Rask’s behavior. He started encouraging Lyrah to sit on his lap when he’d recount his old war stories, and he made it a point to hug her every chance he got. Lyrah truly loved it, but at one point she swore he might’ve even grabbed her butt before he let her go. Still, neither of them acknowledged it, though Lyrah spoke of it at length in the evenings with Drenan whenever she noticed something different.\n\nLyrah also made it a point to start keeping a bottle of oil Shele brewed up for her by their bed. Every night she began pushing her bare rump against her father, and after a little teasing he’d start oiling up her tight, dark chocolate pucker. The nights often ended with her leaking her father’s seed from her backdoor, and each session made it even easier to take his thickness. By the end of that first week, any discomfort had been replaced by sheer, naughty pleasure, and their code word was no longer necessary at all.\n\nAnother four days passed, leaving them just three short days before their life-mate ceremony. Father and daughter both woke that morning with aches and pains from sheer stress and tension, with Lyrah’s certainly being worse with the extra weight she carried. As much as she loved her swollen belly, it wasn’t doing any favors to her back, and she’d [i]still[/i] get surprise bouts of nausea when she wasn’t expecting it.\n\nThe tension only got worse as the day went on. Their officiant still hadn’t arrived, and while most guests likely wouldn’t be there until the day of, it made Lyrah just that much more nervous not to actually see them around. When the sun began to set, Drenan and Lyrah held hands as they made their way back into the swamp, desperate to get a moment’s reprieve with their friend.\n\nRask saw them coming quite early, but the black-furred bull’s face dropped when he saw just how haggard they looked. Lyrah’s kilt and top were wrinkled, and Drenan’s shirt had been worn inside out from the get go. “By the Earthmother, you two look like crap!”\n\n“Ugh, I feel like I just went ten rounds with Mighty Thorim,” Lyrah moaned and rubbed her lower back.\n\nRask frowned all the more. “You shouldn’t be stressing yourselves over this at all. This is your special day coming up! Don’t you two know how to relax?!”\n\nDrenan chuckled. “That is one thing we [i]do[/i] know how to do,” Drenan dared to joke. “Finding the time to do it has been trickier.”\n\nRask laughed outright at this. “Come, sit you two! Supper’s on me. You need to take a load off.”\n\nBoth tauren were greatly appreciative of getting to sit down on a couple of Rask’s cushions. They both rubbed their own hooves as Rask tore chunks of meat off his spit to offer them. Their food was gone in short order, and the three of them sat around happily chatting, although Lyrah in particular was still clearly suffering.\n\nRask furrowed his brow and set his sights on Lyrah while Drenan spoke. The shamaness shot him a curious look back, but the bull said nothing when he simply got up, then sat down directly behind her. “Hold still and relax,” he said gently, then placed his calloused, but surprisingly gentle, hands upon Lyrah’s shoulders.\n\nDrenan stopped mid-sentence when Lyrah let out a long, happy sigh. Rask’s fingers sunk quite firmly into her bare, furred shoulders and down along the musculature of her back, slowly but steadily working the tension out of her as he went. “Hooooooly Earthmother that feels gooooood,” Lyrah couldn’t help but admit.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<134>

The black-furred bull’s gaze turned toward Lyrah, and she looked back at him with steadily softening eyes.  Her smile faded as she spoke.  “I… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Uncle Rask.  I guess we owe you an explanation.”

Rask sat quietly with Lyrah in his lap as she went over everything her father and her had talked about that morning, however she didn’t mention eavesdropping or spying on them, nor did she let on that she knew his health was in poor shape.  After a long silence, Rask spoke.  “So… you two are still getting wed… but you’re not monogamous?”

”We’re mostly monogamous, but we like to… explore sometimes,” Lyrah clarified.

Rask let out a deep exhale.  “Drenan, you surprised me when you told me you were about to wed your daughter, but this is… are you sure you’re the bull who saved my life time and time again?”

”The very same,” Drenan insisted.  “Things have changed a lot over the past several years.  You do not have to do anything you do not wish to do.”

”This was my idea completely,” Lyrah also felt the need to add.  “Maybe I came on a little strong, and I’m sorry about that, Uncle.  But I do love you, and if… if there was anyone I’d want to experiment with safely, it’d be you.”

Rask nodded slowly.  This was a girl he’d known since she was very young, but he couldn’t deny, at least to himself, how beautiful she was, both in mind and body.  He very much saw what Drenan saw in her.  “I… will have to think on it,” he admitted.  “I don’t wanna fuck up your guys’ relationship, no matter how strong you say it is.  It would feel… selfish.”

”You can’t fuck it up,” Lyrah reassured him, and Drenan nodded in agreement.  “Maybe we just wanna do something nice for you too, you know?”

Rask’s gaze hardened immediately, and Lyrah covered her muzzle, realizing she’d just fucked up.  “You told her, didn’t you?” He rumbled accusingly at Drenan.

The hunter shook his head confidently.  “I did not.  I swear it.”

”I-I heard it!” Lyrah said quickly, tempering Rask’s anger immediately and abandoning her plan to hide her eavesdropping.  “I’m sorry, Uncle.  I was… spying on you two in the pond.  I didn’t mean to… to… you know.”

Rask’s anger fled, replaced by a quiet sadness.  “I can’t be mad at you, Ly-ly,” he said quietly.  “I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t have to tell you myself.”

Lyrah smiled sadly at him, then turned and gave him a proper, intimate hug, but she didn’t say a word beyond, “I love you, Uncle.”

Rask looked over at Drenan, who simply smiled sadly and slid his hand atop Rask’s shoulder.  The black-furred bull exhaled shakily, then gently pushed them both away.  “I… I love you both, too, but I… just need some time to think about this,”

Both father and daughter nodded and stood without pushing back.  “Just promise me one thing,” Drenan rumbled.  “This won’t change our friendship.”

Rask, too, stood and looked Drenan in the eye.  “Never.”

* * * * *

The next week absolutely flew by between wedding preparations and general visitations.  Rask still never came into Surwich, but Lyrah and Drenan still made it a point to visit him daily.  Even the next day, Rask was as friendly as ever, almost acting as if nothing had happened by the pond with Lyrah.  Neither father nor daughter wanted to push, so neither of them dared to bring it up again, and that seemed fine by Rask.  Both of them had plenty of other work to keep themselves busy anyway.

There were, however, some subtle shifts in Rask’s behavior.  He started encouraging Lyrah to sit on his lap when he’d recount his old war stories, and he made it a point to hug her every chance he got.  Lyrah truly loved it, but at one point she swore he might’ve even grabbed her butt before he let her go.  Still, neither of them acknowledged it, though Lyrah spoke of it at length in the evenings with Drenan whenever she noticed something different.

Lyrah also made it a point to start keeping a bottle of oil Shele brewed up for her by their bed.  Every night she began pushing her bare rump against her father, and after a little teasing he’d start oiling up her tight, dark chocolate pucker.  The nights often ended with her leaking her father’s seed from her backdoor, and each session made it even easier to take his thickness.  By the end of that first week, any discomfort had been replaced by sheer, naughty pleasure, and their code word was no longer necessary at all.

Another four days passed, leaving them just three short days before their life-mate ceremony.  Father and daughter both woke that morning with aches and pains from sheer stress and tension, with Lyrah’s certainly being worse with the extra weight she carried.  As much as she loved her swollen belly, it wasn’t doing any favors to her back, and she’d still get surprise bouts of nausea when she wasn’t expecting it.

The tension only got worse as the day went on.  Their officiant still hadn’t arrived, and while most guests likely wouldn’t be there until the day of, it made Lyrah just that much more nervous not to actually see them around.  When the sun began to set, Drenan and Lyrah held hands as they made their way back into the swamp, desperate to get a moment’s reprieve with their friend.

Rask saw them coming quite early, but the black-furred bull’s face dropped when he saw just how haggard they looked.  Lyrah’s kilt and top were wrinkled, and Drenan’s shirt had been worn inside out from the get go.  “By the Earthmother, you two look like crap!”

“Ugh, I feel like I just went ten rounds with Mighty Thorim,” Lyrah moaned and rubbed her lower back.

Rask frowned all the more.  “You shouldn’t be stressing yourselves over this at all.  This is your special day coming up!  Don’t you two know how to relax?!”

Drenan chuckled.  “That is one thing we do know how to do,” Drenan dared to joke.  “Finding the time to do it has been trickier.”

Rask laughed outright at this.  “Come, sit you two!  Supper’s on me.  You need to take a load off.”

Both tauren were greatly appreciative of getting to sit down on a couple of Rask’s cushions.  They both rubbed their own hooves as Rask tore chunks of meat off his spit to offer them.  Their food was gone in short order, and the three of them sat around happily chatting, although Lyrah in particular was still clearly suffering.

Rask furrowed his brow and set his sights on Lyrah while Drenan spoke.  The shamaness shot him a curious look back, but the bull said nothing when he simply got up, then sat down directly behind her.  “Hold still and relax,” he said gently, then placed his calloused, but surprisingly gentle, hands upon Lyrah’s shoulders.

Drenan stopped mid-sentence when Lyrah let out a long, happy sigh.  Rask’s fingers sunk quite firmly into her bare, furred shoulders and down along the musculature of her back, slowly but steadily working the tension out of her as he went.  “Hooooooly Earthmother that feels gooooood,” Lyrah couldn’t help but admit.
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