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Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nI kinda try not to do a *ton* of internal monologuing as a narrator. I prefer the 'don't tell, show' method when I can use it, so we don't always see a *lot* of what goes on in Drenan or Lyrah's heads. This was a fun excuse to get a brief peek into Lyrah's mind, and it makes even me wonder how much Lyrah has discussed some of these fantasies with her father.\n\nSome stuff ya just keep close to your chest, y'know?\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 kinda try not to do a *ton* of internal monologuing as a narrator.  I prefer the 'don't tell, show' method when I can use it, so we don't always see a *lot* of what goes on in Drenan or Lyrah's heads.  This was a fun excuse to get a brief peek into Lyrah's mind, and it makes even me wonder how much Lyrah has discussed some of these fantasies with her father.

Some stuff ya just keep close to your chest, y'know?

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You care nothing for Lyrah or myself, only your own well-being and your disdain for these circumstances.” He paused again, but this time he considered the words that just left his lips. “But… so have I.”\n\n\tGroa said nothing, but she did look at him.\n\n\t”Lyrah and I came here to start anew. Whatever has happened to her was not part of our plan. I have thought of her day and night for sixty days now, angry and frustrated that I can do nothing for her. I have focused all of my energy on building her a home, being one thing I [i]can[/i] do, but also simply as a way to distract myself from our current circumstances. I… I am sorry, Groa. You are a person too, and I have not been treating you fairly because of it.”\n\n\tDrenan continued to stare out at the rain, but Groa slowly got up and sat down next to him on the porch, placing an empathetic hand on his shoulder. “You’re worried. I get it. The whole reason I became a healer is because I lost someone I loved a long time ago. It’s so easy to lose sight of the little things. I… I was supposed to go on leave three days before I was summoned for you, and I knew immediately that I was going to miss my leave. I haven’t been kind either. It’s hard being a healer. You can’t save everyone.”\n\n\tThe bull shot her a sideways glance. “I have been in your shoes before. I understand.”\n\n\tGroa arched her brow. “Oh?”\n\n\t”I was a Sunwalker for decades,” he explained. “I spent a great deal of time in battles. I saw many fall. Healing was not my area of expertise, however, and I have no doubt there were comrades I could have saved, had I been a better healer. But I persisted, and I did what I could. That is all one can do.”\n\n\tThe orc nodded. “How old are you, anyway?”\n\n\tDrenan snorted. “Is that not considered rude?”\n\n\t”Have you known me to be polite, like, ever?”\n\n\tThe bull finally laughed. “I will be eighty-nine this year. Orc lifespans are closer to a human’s, are they not?”\n\n\tGroa nodded. “A bit shorter, but yeah.”\n\n\t”Well, comparatively, I would be nearly fifty.”\n\n\t”Then you’ve seen a lot of sorrow, huh,” Groa remarked, swinging her legs over the edge of the railing-less porch. “I just turned fifty-four. Does that make me older than you?”\n\n\tDrenan scoffed. “You wish.”\n\n\tBoth of them chuckled, and a more… comfortable silence settled in between them, at least until Groa spoke again. “She really means a lot to you, huh?”\n\n\tThe hunter nodded. “She is all I have.”\n\n\t”Mmh. Must be rough having to go two months without your mate when she’s right there,” Groa mused.\n\n\t”And what does that mean?”\n\n\t”Nothing,” the orc stated plainly. “I know what it’s like to suffer long-ass dry spells.\n\n\tDrenan hadn’t put much thought into it, but she wasn’t wrong. He’d grown quite accustomed to Lyrah’s high libido, and as busy as he’d been with the house, he hadn’t gotten a chance to relieve himself at all, not that he [i]needed[/i] to. “Not fun, hmm?”\n\n\t”Not really,” she admitted. “You get used to it. But, when opportunity knocks….”\n\n* * * * *\n\n\tLyrah sat as still as she could for what felt like an eternity… but nothing happened. Eventually she dared to open an eye, spying her mother seated across from her, mirroring her pose. Her breathing was even, however Lyrah noticed that her hands were folded in her lap, and one of her pinkies was… twitching near her nethers.\n\n\tAnd again, Lyrah realized she needed to forge her own path. She decided to try the best way she knew possible to achieve an out-of-body experience.\n\n\tThe shaman closed her eyes once more, but this time she kept her hands near her nethers, and her mind floated over a litany of things that got her motor running, whether she told her father about them or not.\n\n\t- An image of herself stark naked, standing before a cheering crowd as she was tied up and ravished by her father.\n\t- Her on all fours in an empty clearing, groaning as she was taken from behind by a feral wolf.\n\t- The thought of laying naked and being covered with food, forced to let the feasters touch her as they pleased, with her father smacking her face with his cock.\n\t- An image of being enraptured in N’zoth’s grasp, then penetrated in every orifice with the old god’s slimy tentacles.\n\t- The thought of waking up to find her father fucking her wildly.\n\t- The sight of a muscular Drenan striking a tree, wearing only a belt laden with tools.\n\t- Herself moaning while seated at a training desk while her father eats her out beneath it.\n\t- The fantasy of her Uncle Rask secretly fucking her while Drenan sought her out.\n\t- The idea of both bulls fucking her together and kissing.\n\t- Spying on Soren while he was stroking his cock over Shele’s face.\n\t- The sight of her father touching her and making her cum in the middle of an inn.\n\n\tAll the while, Lyrah’s fingers moved expertly over her own quim, and each progressive thought caused her to press harder, move faster. Dampness trickled down her cheeks the more excited she got, even tweaking her own nipple with her free hand and somewhat foregoing the meditation, trying as hard as she could to bring herself to climax as quickly as she could.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<163>

\tThunder boomed in the sky, and with an exhausted sigh Drenan hurriedly tacked in the last few spikes upon his second story roof.  Moments after the final log was tacked down, the clouds burst and began pelting him with rain.  The bull quickly clambered down a ladder and jumped the last few steps, then rushed around to the front porch to seek shelter, panting heavily.

\t”Little outta shape there, pal?” Groa needled from her own chair on the front porch, still within arm’s reach of the sleeping Lyrah, who laid still atop a small straw mattress.  Her belly looked round and full, practically ready to burst.

\tDrenan grunted.  “May this be the last house I ever need to build.”  In truth, the past two months of construction had reduced his soft belly a fair bit, but never fully eliminated it.  Still, it was apparent he wasn’t eating as much as he should have either.  He looked somewhat gaunt, and the frustration was as plain as ever on his face.  “But it is done.”

\t”Good, can I go now?” Groa remarked dryly.  “It’s been two months now, and I want my bed back.”

\t”It has been two months of your constant criticism and disrespect,” Drenan corrected her rather curtly.  “I would ask you to leave if Lyrah were awake.  But she is not.”

\t”Call me a gardener ‘cause I just keep tending vegetables I guess,” Groa sighed and stared out at the pouring rain.

\tDrenan grimaced as she looked at her, then followed her gaze out into the rain.  “You are cruel, Groa.”

\t”Hmm?”

\tThe hunter hesitated, knowing a string of his own aggravated words were on the tip of his tongue.  “You made it apparent from the moment you got here that you did not wish to be here.  You care nothing for Lyrah or myself, only your own well-being and your disdain for these circumstances.”  He paused again, but this time he considered the words that just left his lips.  “But… so have I.”

\tGroa said nothing, but she did look at him.

\t”Lyrah and I came here to start anew.  Whatever has happened to her was not part of our plan.  I have thought of her day and night for sixty days now, angry and frustrated that I can do nothing for her.  I have focused all of my energy on building her a home, being one thing I can do, but also simply as a way to distract myself from our current circumstances.  I… I am sorry, Groa.  You are a person too, and I have not been treating you fairly because of it.”

\tDrenan continued to stare out at the rain, but Groa slowly got up and sat down next to him on the porch, placing an empathetic hand on his shoulder.  “You’re worried.  I get it.  The whole reason I became a healer is because I lost someone I loved a long time ago.  It’s so easy to lose sight of the little things.  I… I was supposed to go on leave three days before I was summoned for you, and I knew immediately that I was going to miss my leave.  I haven’t been kind either.  It’s hard being a healer.  You can’t save everyone.”

\tThe bull shot her a sideways glance.  “I have been in your shoes before.  I understand.”

\tGroa arched her brow.  “Oh?”

\t”I was a Sunwalker for decades,” he explained.  “I spent a great deal of time in battles.  I saw many fall.  Healing was not my area of expertise, however, and I have no doubt there were comrades I could have saved, had I been a better healer.  But I persisted, and I did what I could.  That is all one can do.”

\tThe orc nodded.  “How old are you, anyway?”

\tDrenan snorted.  “Is that not considered rude?”

\t”Have you known me to be polite, like, ever?”

\tThe bull finally laughed.  “I will be eighty-nine this year.  Orc lifespans are closer to a human’s, are they not?”

\tGroa nodded.  “A bit shorter, but yeah.”

\t”Well, comparatively, I would be nearly fifty.”

\t”Then you’ve seen a lot of sorrow, huh,” Groa remarked, swinging her legs over the edge of the railing-less porch.  “I just turned fifty-four.  Does that make me older than you?”

\tDrenan scoffed.  “You wish.”

\tBoth of them chuckled, and a more… comfortable silence settled in between them, at least until Groa spoke again.  “She really means a lot to you, huh?”

\tThe hunter nodded.  “She is all I have.”

\t”Mmh.  Must be rough having to go two months without your mate when she’s right there,” Groa mused.

\t”And what does that mean?”

\t”Nothing,” the orc stated plainly.  “I know what it’s like to suffer long-ass dry spells.

\tDrenan hadn’t put much thought into it, but she wasn’t wrong.  He’d grown quite accustomed to Lyrah’s high libido, and as busy as he’d been with the house, he hadn’t gotten a chance to relieve himself at all, not that he needed to.  “Not fun, hmm?”

\t”Not really,” she admitted.  “You get used to it.  But, when opportunity knocks….”

* * * * *

\tLyrah sat as still as she could for what felt like an eternity… but nothing happened.  Eventually she dared to open an eye, spying her mother seated across from her, mirroring her pose.  Her breathing was even, however Lyrah noticed that her hands were folded in her lap, and one of her pinkies was… twitching near her nethers.

\tAnd again, Lyrah realized she needed to forge her own path.  She decided to try the best way she knew possible to achieve an out-of-body experience.

\tThe shaman closed her eyes once more, but this time she kept her hands near her nethers, and her mind floated over a litany of things that got her motor running, whether she told her father about them or not.

\t- An image of herself stark naked, standing before a cheering crowd as she was tied up and ravished by her father.
\t- Her on all fours in an empty clearing, groaning as she was taken from behind by a feral wolf.
\t- The thought of laying naked and being covered with food, forced to let the feasters touch her as they pleased, with her father smacking her face with his cock.
\t- An image of being enraptured in N’zoth’s grasp, then penetrated in every orifice with the old god’s slimy tentacles.
\t- The thought of waking up to find her father fucking her wildly.
\t- The sight of a muscular Drenan striking a tree, wearing only a belt laden with tools.
\t- Herself moaning while seated at a training desk while her father eats her out beneath it.
\t- The fantasy of her Uncle Rask secretly fucking her while Drenan sought her out.
\t- The idea of both bulls fucking her together and kissing.
\t- Spying on Soren while he was stroking his cock over Shele’s face.
\t- The sight of her father touching her and making her cum in the middle of an inn.

\tAll the while, Lyrah’s fingers moved expertly over her own quim, and each progressive thought caused her to press harder, move faster.  Dampness trickled down her cheeks the more excited she got, even tweaking her own nipple with her free hand and somewhat foregoing the meditation, trying as hard as she could to bring herself to climax as quickly as she could.
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