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	The female tauren was like putty in Drenan’s arms.  Under normal circumstances she would’ve goaded him into a little more working-up, but something about his natural scent already had her mind in a lustful haze.  “I’m sorryyyyyyyy,” she moaned into his neck before drawing back to look him in the eye.  “I know we gotta go, but-!”

	Lyrah cried out as Drenan suddenly dropped her lower half, though his hand quickly grasped her backside once more as she went vertical.  The shamaness locked her ankles behind her father’s waist, spreading her swollen flower and pressing it squarely against his belly.  

	“Daddy,” was all Lyrah said before she leaned up and kissed him fiercely.  Secure in his grasp, she even dared to let go of his neck with one hand, running it down his chest and tugging his vest open button by button, then going beyond to flick open his belt and eagerly reach into his leggings.

	Despite all this, Drenan did not stop walking.  Each hand took a cheek of her rump, holding her aloft with ease as he encouraged her to continue with his soft groans.  “Just hold tight,” he instructed and dared to kiss her mid-stride.

	Lyrah’s reaching hand finally found its prize, and slowly she pulled his bullish manhood from within his leggings, squeezing the turgid length as it pulsed in her grasp.  Of course he was already hard -he’d felt the strain since he’d hefted her into his arms- and Lyrah cooed happily as she smacked his tapered tip squarely between her outer folds.  Precum and nectar mixed, and Lyrah cried happily into their kiss as she sunk herself slowly down her father’s cock.  She can’t remember a time it [i]didn’t[/i] feel good, but something about this time just lit her entire body up with excited shocks.  “HaaaaaAAAHN… haaaahmmmmMMOOoooo…!” she bellowed, her body quivering as each step her father took pushed himself deeper inside of her.  Her mind was already growing hazy, and by the time she felt his heavy balls began to swing against her backside, the amorous shaman felt the pleasure of climax rack her entire body.

	Drenan clung to her for dear life as his daughter spasmed around his cock, lurching forward and quivering as even more moo-oans leapt from her lips.  Still he kept walking, with each step sending another jolt of sensitive delight through her chubby body, and the older bull was no less pleased with each convulsion and squeeze of her inner walls.  Wonderful warmth ran from his waistline up through his torso and back again, and each subsequent squeeze began to bolster the familiar, pleasurable pressure within his balls.  “No more potions…” he rumbled with a grin.

	Lyrah giggled amid her climactic bliss, her hands intermittently gripping and loosening as she struggled through her mind-numbing pleasure.  Every so often there was something incredibly fun about just letting herself go and allowing her father to do as he pleased, and she found that just hanging there was more than pleasurable as he continued to bounce and rhythmically thrust in and out of her.  “No more… worries…!” she gasped, once again shoving her face into his neck and inhaling his scent.

	Drenan was thankful the two of them had avoided the beaten path, though he knew it was dangerous to stray [i]too[/i] far when they were essentially in night elf territory.  The relationship between the warring factions was ever-contentious after all, even if Drenan and Lyrah themselves wished no harm to any member of either side.  Of course, such thoughts slowly fled from Drenan’s mind as each steady plunge flooded his body with warmth and love alike.

	Lyrah’s eyes slid shut again as her body quivered in her father’s grasp, losing herself in the warmth of her afterglow, while simply enjoying feeling her father thrust deeply in and out of her.  It was hardly a surprise when she felt the bark of a tree press against her back, and, with the added leverage, Drenan’s thrusts increased twofold in frequency.  “Daddy,” she moaned huskily, dropping her volume and mashing her muzzle up against his ear to whisper instead.  “I bet you missed this, didn’t you?”

	Drenan merely groaned in response, unable to form words as he lost himself in his eager thrusting.  His head drew back just enough to watch the curves of her body bounce in rhythm with his own, but Lyrah’s grip remained firm, and her muzzle kept close to his ear.

	“It was too easy in Moonglade… fucking out in the open around all those druids,” she cooed with a devilish grin.  “I know you liked having an audience, but… I think your sweet, innocent daughter likes getting fucked [i]more[/i] somewhere she [i]shouldn’t[/i] be…!”

	Drenan’s breathing began to shallow.  He couldn’t be certain if it was Lyrah’s words themselves, or the sultry tone of the whispering in her ear that fueled his flames, but either way she was doing a very good job of it.

	“Mmmmnh… don’t stop, Daddy… you need to breed me all over again…!” Lyrah teased and began to nibble on her father’s long ear as she spoke.  “Give it to me, Daddy… gimme that thick cock… I wanna feel… feel…!”  The shaman’s mind lost all train of thought as the powerful, climactic bliss reared its head once more, threatening to send her into another series of quivers and quakes.

	“Lyrah…!” Drenan grunted, giving her the only warning he could before he plunged himself balls-deep inside her.  A united moan left them both as the bull’s cock erupted inside his daughter’s pregnant womanhood, flooding her with his thick cum despite its lack of potency.

	“Gimme that… that… spear!?”

	It was a full-body struggle to keep his knees from buckling as he unloaded himself inside his daughter, and a great deal of it quickly pushed its way out from between them to drip down to the grass below.  Lyrah continued to claw at his back fervently during his struggle to regain some agency over his own body.  But when he did, he quickly realized something was off about her remark.  “Since when have you… ever called it a spear-”

	“S-s-spears!” Lyrah sputtered and smacked her father’s back a few more times, then pointed directly behind him.  The bull turned his head slowly to find the tip of a spear hovering a few short inches from his muzzle… then glanced between the other dozen spears that were angled at the amorous tauren couple.
