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Consider checking out my [url=https://linktr.ee/BenRiote]Linktree[/url] to see where else I'm active, or if you're feeling generous I suppose!\n\nAnd hey, I wrote a book! Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nParty time! Kinda made this about as wild as I could for a small shindig. Ours wasn't that crazy, but it sure was a hell of a lot of fun. Still get compliments on it too, eight years later.\n\nFuck, I'm old now.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Blizzard owns races/classes/setting, all fiction, most characters mine, etc.  Kavar, Saeurala, and Shaleane belong to RendDuzit.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active, or if you're feeling generous I suppose!

And hey, I wrote a book!  Check it out HERE!

Party time!  Kinda made this about as wild as I could for a small shindig.  Ours wasn't that crazy, but it sure was a hell of a lot of fun.  Still get compliments on it too, eight years later.

Fuck, I'm old now.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "<147>\n\nDrenan smirked as he stuffed his softening, nectar-covered cock back into his leggings. “Perhaps it is… easier for me to justify relaxing a bit more, now that we are wed. As your father I have always felt I needed to retain a semblance of rigidity and decorum. Now, well… I wish not to hide anything from you anymore.”\n\nThe bride smoothed out her dress. “Does that mean I’ll get some new history lessons soon?”\n\n“I will tell you anything you wish to know… no matter how embarrassing or shameful I might think it is,” he said earnestly.\n\nIn a way, that declaration made Lyrah’s heart melt all over again. She kissed her father one last time. “I wish there were words to tell you how happy you make me, Daddy. C’mon, let’s go get changed, huh?”\n\nDrenan pulled a small pocket watch out from within his armor. To his surprise, their union had only taken six short minutes. “We are still on schedule, but we had better hurry.”\n\nGiggling like mad, Lyrah took her husband’s hand, and the two of them bolted off toward their room at the inn. The only evidence that they’d been dilly-dallying was the remnant cum that trailed behind the running Lyrah, still leaking profusely from between her legs.\n\n* * * * *\n\nAfter a quick change, Drenan was back in his blue shirt, brown leggings and suspenders, while Lyrah had donned a much simpler, plain white dress. The last thing they wanted was to be bogged down during a party by their elaborate wedding clothes, and their choice was reinforced when they were greeted with joyful cheers from their friends and family. The newlyweds took seats next to each other at the end of the long table, and minutes later the table was covered with a bountiful feast of various meats, vegetables, and tauren delicacies. The night elf bard continued to play as everyone devoured the grand spread, while most were happy to chat with each other and make new acquaintances.\n\nOnce the main course had run its course, out came a massive candied sweet potato pie for dessert, complete with a carved tauren couple atop it reminiscent of Drenan and Lyrah. The two of them graciously agreed beforehand not to make a mess of things, but Lyrah went back for thirds and fourths of the sweet dessert before the guests had eaten their fill.\n\nThe table was soon cleared and removed completely, allowing the bard to begin playing much more upbeat music. By then, a beautiful high elf had established a small bar off to one side -a gift from Saeurala and Kavar- who began filling and distributing drinks without charge. While Lyrah couldn’t partake, the elf had a supply of sweet mocktails already prepared for her, though Lyrah eagerly encouraged her new husband to drink to his heart’s content. Drenan certainly needed one before he dared set hoof on the dance floor. Lyrah already knew he wasn’t particularly graceful, but when it came time for their first dance, she was shocked to see him take her in his arms and gracefully spin with her to a slow, sentimental melody. The almond-furred bull even dipped her at the very end, punctuating the movement with another kiss of affection and adoration.\n\nBy late afternoon, the party was in full swing. Couples danced to joyous and spirited bardic melodies, drink flowed freely, and everyone mingled far more than the happy couple had expected. Lyrah gathered the ladies all together for a bouquet toss, though the flowers ended up impaled on one of Saratha’s horns, which was about as good an outcome as her and Talla could’ve hoped for. Drenan, too, peeled a garter off of Lyrah’s thigh to toss, earning them many hoots and hollers from the other males, but it ended up catching on the roof of the tent and dropped straight to the ground. The males all looked at each other, and a reluctant Rask —the only one of the lot who was actually single— awkwardly retrieved it.\n\nWhen the sun began to set, the party grew louder than ever. Ladies and gents were dancing with significantly less coordination, but one and all appeared to be having the time of their lives. Rask had even pulled several partygoers aside for a little smoke, and the skunky scent of fireweed cause a few others to chuckle as Drenan, Rask, Moro, Ja’na, and Saratha (peace pipes of fireweed were relatively common during traditional tribal negotiations) all came floating back into the fray.\n\nWith a jovial laugh, Drenan plopped down in his chair at the long table off to the side. Lyrah was already in her seat and chatting up a storm with Saeurala, the two of them occasionally glancing out at the dance floor to watch Kavar (rather poorly) cut the rug alongside Ja’na and Moro. Kacheya, who had been perched upon one of the tent poles, casually fluttered down and took her post upon Drenan’s shoulder for a moment, granting him a brief nuzzle of approval. Lyrah took a deep drink from her bright blue mocktail as her friend went to reunite with her half-drunk husband, and with a cheerful giggle she rested her head on her father’s open shoulder. “Having fun, love?”\n\n“Quite,” he admitted as he draped a burly arm over her shoulders. “How’re you feeling? Not overdoing it I hope?”\n\nLyrah rubbed her belly and shook her head. “I’ve wanted to dance more, but was pretty wiped after the first couple songs, so I’ve been happy just to sit here and watch. I really don’t wanna puke today.”\n\n“I don’t blame you,” he said smoothly, clearly still under the influence of Rask’s fireweed. “Seen anything good?”\n\nLyrah smirked and brought her glass up to her lips, as if hiding her lip movements. “Well… I’ve seen Shele grab Soren’s junk no less than six times already, but Soren’s also been honking her butt like it’s a forge bellow. Kavar’s been using monk moves as dance moves, but it makes Sae laugh so I can’t really judge. I think Ja’na and Moro are too stoned to dance anymore, so they’re kinda just standing in the middle of the floor now. I think they’re gonna start making out when they think no one’s looking.”\n\n“I couldn’t blame them,” Drenan rumbled with a laugh. “Talla and Saratha seem happy.”\n\n“I… might’ve been aiming for Saratha when I threw the flowers,” Lyrah admitted and took another sip. “I think it made Talla’s night. They’ve been attached at the hip since Saratha finished her smoke. Oh, and Karon and Lavona have been suuuuuper side-eyeing how stoned Ja’na and Moro are. I bet they’re trying to resist that parental instinct to scold ‘em.”\n\n“They’re quite the foursome. Karon told me how things changed for them several years back while we were chatting earlier. All four of them have done some… intense experiments.”\n\nLyrah giggled into her glass, sighing happily as her father innocently rubbed her shoulder. “I respect them a lot for making it work between the four of them, but [i]damn[/i], I thought just bringing a third in for one night was tricky.” She paused with another drink, then cried “Mmph!” with a mouthful and nodded at the far end of the dance floor. “Look! Look!”\n\nOver at the far end, an intoxicated Rask shook his hips from side to side, and in front of him an equally-intoxicated Saoirse wildly shook her rump, her back pressed to his chest while holding his hands on her hips. The Kul Tiran’s head was tipped back, her cheeks red with intoxication as she stared up at him, and the middle-aged bull looked just as occupied with her right back.\n\n“Of all the things I didn’t expect tonight, that’s something I didn’t expect the most,” Drenan rumbled in sheer shock. “And to think he wouldn’t come into town, but he’ll dance with a human?”\n\n“I think it’s sweet,” Lyrah cooed with a soft sigh. “She’s a pretty rigid taskmaster, and I think that’s the kinda girl Rask needs, be her human, tauren, or otherwise.”\n\n“That’s a fair point,” he agreed and gave her shoulder a soft squeeze. “I wouldn’t hold my breath, but it does my heart good to see him actually getting along with someone else.”\n\n“Oh totally,” Lyrah agreed with a sagely nod. A comfortable silence fell between the pair as they watched their friends dance the sun toward the horizon, but after a while Lyrah’s gaze turned away toward the trees. She set down her glass and touched her father’s hand. “I think I need a little break. Wanna sneak away for a bit?”\n\nDrenan looked deep into his daughter’s dazzling azure eyes and smiled, squeezing her hand in return. “I thought you’d never ask.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<147>

Drenan smirked as he stuffed his softening, nectar-covered cock back into his leggings.  “Perhaps it is… easier for me to justify relaxing a bit more, now that we are wed.  As your father I have always felt I needed to retain a semblance of rigidity and decorum.  Now, well… I wish not to hide anything from you anymore.”

The bride smoothed out her dress.  “Does that mean I’ll get some new history lessons soon?”

“I will tell you anything you wish to know… no matter how embarrassing or shameful I might think it is,” he said earnestly.

In a way, that declaration made Lyrah’s heart melt all over again.  She kissed her father one last time.  “I wish there were words to tell you how happy you make me, Daddy.  C’mon, let’s go get changed, huh?”

Drenan pulled a small pocket watch out from within his armor.  To his surprise, their union had only taken six short minutes.  “We are still on schedule, but we had better hurry.”

Giggling like mad, Lyrah took her husband’s hand, and the two of them bolted off toward their room at the inn.  The only evidence that they’d been dilly-dallying was the remnant cum that trailed behind the running Lyrah, still leaking profusely from between her legs.

* * * * *

After a quick change, Drenan was back in his blue shirt, brown leggings and suspenders, while Lyrah had donned a much simpler, plain white dress.  The last thing they wanted was to be bogged down during a party by their elaborate wedding clothes, and their choice was reinforced when they were greeted with joyful cheers from their friends and family.  The newlyweds took seats next to each other at the end of the long table, and minutes later the table was covered with a bountiful feast of various meats, vegetables, and tauren delicacies.  The night elf bard continued to play as everyone devoured the grand spread, while most were happy to chat with each other and make new acquaintances.

Once the main course had run its course, out came a massive candied sweet potato pie for dessert, complete with a carved tauren couple atop it reminiscent of Drenan and Lyrah.  The two of them graciously agreed beforehand not to make a mess of things, but Lyrah went back for thirds and fourths of the sweet dessert before the guests had eaten their fill.

The table was soon cleared and removed completely, allowing the bard to begin playing much more upbeat music.  By then, a beautiful high elf had established a small bar off to one side -a gift from Saeurala and Kavar- who began filling and distributing drinks without charge.  While Lyrah couldn’t partake, the elf had a supply of sweet mocktails already prepared for her, though Lyrah eagerly encouraged her new husband to drink to his heart’s content.  Drenan certainly needed one before he dared set hoof on the dance floor.  Lyrah already knew he wasn’t particularly graceful, but when it came time for their first dance, she was shocked to see him take her in his arms and gracefully spin with her to a slow, sentimental melody.  The almond-furred bull even dipped her at the very end, punctuating the movement with another kiss of affection and adoration.

By late afternoon, the party was in full swing.  Couples danced to joyous and spirited bardic melodies, drink flowed freely, and everyone mingled far more than the happy couple had expected.  Lyrah gathered the ladies all together for a bouquet toss, though the flowers ended up impaled on one of Saratha’s horns, which was about as good an outcome as her and Talla could’ve hoped for.  Drenan, too, peeled a garter off of Lyrah’s thigh to toss, earning them many hoots and hollers from the other males, but it ended up catching on the roof of the tent and dropped straight to the ground.  The males all looked at each other, and a reluctant Rask —the only one of the lot who was actually single— awkwardly retrieved it.

When the sun began to set, the party grew louder than ever.  Ladies and gents were dancing with significantly less coordination, but one and all appeared to be having the time of their lives.  Rask had even pulled several partygoers aside for a little smoke, and the skunky scent of fireweed cause a few others to chuckle as Drenan, Rask, Moro, Ja’na, and Saratha (peace pipes of fireweed were relatively common during traditional tribal negotiations) all came floating back into the fray.

With a jovial laugh, Drenan plopped down in his chair at the long table off to the side.  Lyrah was already in her seat and chatting up a storm with Saeurala, the two of them occasionally glancing out at the dance floor to watch Kavar (rather poorly) cut the rug alongside Ja’na and Moro.  Kacheya, who had been perched upon one of the tent poles, casually fluttered down and took her post upon Drenan’s shoulder for a moment, granting him a brief nuzzle of approval.  Lyrah took a deep drink from her bright blue mocktail as her friend went to reunite with her half-drunk husband, and with a cheerful giggle she rested her head on her father’s open shoulder.  “Having fun, love?”

“Quite,” he admitted as he draped a burly arm over her shoulders.  “How’re you feeling?  Not overdoing it I hope?”

Lyrah rubbed her belly and shook her head.  “I’ve wanted to dance more, but was pretty wiped after the first couple songs, so I’ve been happy just to sit here and watch.  I really don’t wanna puke today.”

“I don’t blame you,” he said smoothly, clearly still under the influence of Rask’s fireweed.  “Seen anything good?”

Lyrah smirked and brought her glass up to her lips, as if hiding her lip movements.  “Well… I’ve seen Shele grab Soren’s junk no less than six times already, but Soren’s also been honking her butt like it’s a forge bellow.  Kavar’s been using monk moves as dance moves, but it makes Sae laugh so I can’t really judge.  I think Ja’na and Moro are too stoned to dance anymore, so they’re kinda just standing in the middle of the floor now.  I think they’re gonna start making out when they think no one’s looking.”

“I couldn’t blame them,” Drenan rumbled with a laugh.  “Talla and Saratha seem happy.”

“I… might’ve been aiming for Saratha when I threw the flowers,” Lyrah admitted and took another sip.  “I think it made Talla’s night.  They’ve been attached at the hip since Saratha finished her smoke.  Oh, and Karon and Lavona have been suuuuuper side-eyeing how stoned Ja’na and Moro are.  I bet they’re trying to resist that parental instinct to scold ‘em.”

“They’re quite the foursome.  Karon told me how things changed for them several years back while we were chatting earlier.  All four of them have done some… intense experiments.”

Lyrah giggled into her glass, sighing happily as her father innocently rubbed her shoulder.  “I respect them a lot for making it work between the four of them, but damn, I thought just bringing a third in for one night was tricky.”  She paused with another drink, then cried “Mmph!” with a mouthful and nodded at the far end of the dance floor.  “Look!  Look!”

Over at the far end, an intoxicated Rask shook his hips from side to side, and in front of him an equally-intoxicated Saoirse wildly shook her rump, her back pressed to his chest while holding his hands on her hips.  The Kul Tiran’s head was tipped back, her cheeks red with intoxication as she stared up at him, and the middle-aged bull looked just as occupied with her right back.

“Of all the things I didn’t expect tonight, that’s something I didn’t expect the most,” Drenan rumbled in sheer shock.  “And to think he wouldn’t come into town, but he’ll dance with a human?”

“I think it’s sweet,” Lyrah cooed with a soft sigh.  “She’s a pretty rigid taskmaster, and I think that’s the kinda girl Rask needs, be her human, tauren, or otherwise.”

“That’s a fair point,” he agreed and gave her shoulder a soft squeeze.  “I wouldn’t hold my breath, but it does my heart good to see him actually getting along with someone else.”

“Oh totally,” Lyrah agreed with a sagely nod.  A comfortable silence fell between the pair as they watched their friends dance the sun toward the horizon, but after a while Lyrah’s gaze turned away toward the trees.  She set down her glass and touched her father’s hand.  “I think I need a little break.  Wanna sneak away for a bit?”

Drenan looked deep into his daughter’s dazzling azure eyes and smiled, squeezing her hand in return.  “I thought you’d never ask.”
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