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        It was Lyrah who awoke first of the pair, though the room was quite dark save for a soft beam of moonlight coming through the western living room window.  She yawned softly, ending with a light squeak of contentment.  A gentle turn of her head found her nuzzled warmly between her father’s arm and side, and after a deep inhale against his furred body she slowly moved his muscular arm to allow her to sit upright.  They couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour or so, she figured, but she found herself much less sleepy after the little nap.
        Her deep azure eyes slowly flitted from the room back down to her sleeping father.  This was the second time she’d gotten to simply watch him sleep, but this time she found herself far less nervous.  He was the only sleeping man she’d ever seen sleep in the nude, although there were several instances on her travels she could recall where others had attempted to provide the view for her.  All had been promptly declined, and as she let the memories float by she felt more and more certain she’d made the right decision to wait.  Drenan’s chest rose and fell softly with content, and, unable to resist him, Lyrah lowered one hand tenderly onto his chest and ran it up and down his toned form.  A thin layer of coarse fur met her touch, though the fur seemed much softer to her than it would most anyone else who might touch it.  There was a gentleness beneath that coarse exterior, and it was a gentleness one would only understand by talking to him… and a gentleness she knew better than anyone else.
        The female tauren softly let her fingers trace over his muscles until they made their way down to his thighs.  To her surprise, she eventually found her hand coming to rest between his legs and beneath his hefty balls, but she made no move to stroke or outright arouse him again.  She found a simple pleasure in touching his nethers without intent, and the oddly-textured skin of his balls was pleasant to the touch in its own right.  Another soft sigh escaped her as she laid back down, this time propping her head on his chest and clinging to his side as she tenderly kneaded his sensitive orbs.
        “Mmmh…” the paladin sighed happily as his sleepy eyes slowly slid open.  Drenan was generally a heavy sleeper, but the short nap must’ve been enough for him as well.  He let out a deep yawn before his eyes focused down on Lyrah, but she made no move to stop her caresses or recoil at all this time.  “Good evening, I guess,” he remarked and offered a soft smile.
        Her cheeks filled with a light wisp of color.  “Evening, daddy,” she cooed and nuzzled his chest.  “Have a good sleep?”
        He nodded in return and squeezed her closer to him.  “Best one yet,” he offered.
        “Mmmm,” she sighed and softly kissed his chest, but in response a deep gurgle seemed to resonate from his gut and caused Lyrah to recoil softly.
        Drenan chuckled a bit.  “Maybe an evening snack would do me well, though.  Are you hungry?  We haven’t exactly had dinner.”
        Lyrah gave her own belly a soft rub, which in turn provoked a belly grumble of her own.
        The paladin chuckled again and slowly guided her away from him to allow him to stand.  “One moment, sweetie,” he added and strode off for their meager kitchen.  He returned with a small tray stacked with a half dozen slices of spice bread and a slab of butter.  Lyrah was sitting cross-legged on the cushion by this time, and with a wide smile she gratefully took a slice and began to nom.  Drenan took a seat right next to her on the same cushion and began to eat as well.  Soft chewing echoed throughout the room as the pair ate, but the quiet was enough for Drenan to properly process everything that had developed over the past few days.  Things had changed so much since Lyrah had returned, and as her father it was hard for him to allow this new relationship to cloud his concern.  Dozens of people already knew about their relationship, and there wasn’t much he could do but pray that they would not divulge their secret, and that he could keep Shele happy enough to stay quiet as well.  He was hardly ashamed of his daughter -hell if society allowed it, he felt he’d be more than happy to take her as his public life-mate- but all of Azeroth seemed… hostile to the idea, or at least so he could tell.  With this in mind, he felt he had to be sure his daughter was prepared, or at least that she understood the world’s mindset on the matter.  “Lyrah,” he finally spoke up between bites.  “Are you happy?”
        She tilted her head to look up at him curiously with full cheeks.  A quick swallow emptied them before speaking.  “Yeah, I think so,” she replied quickly, though after a moment of thought on the question she added, “I mean, I don’t think I remember being this happy before.  Like, not since I was a kid, y’know?”
        Drenan nodded in a sagely fashion.  “I just want to be certain.”
        “Why’s that?” she asked and placed a tender hand on his bare thigh.
        The paladin’s calloused hand dropped atop hers to squeeze it warmly.  “Because I want to make sure that… well, that this is what you want.  This happened very quickly, and I don’t want you to be overwhelmed by the new circumstances.  Others have already found out…”
        Lyrah cocked a curious eyebrow.  “Yeah…?  But they seem to get it.”
        “But others might not.  I’m worried what might happen if the wrong people found out.  They might try and hurt you or worse…”
        “But that’s why you’re here, right?” she asked with a smile and leaned against his shoulder.
        Drenan nodded and couldn’t hold back a small smile of his own.  “Yes… but what happened today was scary, sweetheart.  We were fortunate that this turned out well, and the rush of escape was not lost on either of us, but it very well may happen again.  It may continue to happen, and each time it’ll be just as scary as the last.  Luck can only get us so far, and I think that-”
        Lyrah’s gaze grew concerned at her father’s words as she cut him off.  “Do you wanna stop?”
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        The elder tauren quickly shook his head and squeezed her hand tighter.  “No, Lyrah.  You’ve given me a reason to live again and keep fighting.  I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, and I need you if I’m to keep going,” he confided to her lovingly.  “I just think we should try and prepare ourselves for what lies ahead.  If we prepare, we may be able to staunch any further attempts at being found out, or we may at least minimize any backlash from it.”
        The young woman nodded slowly as she absorbed his words, but to his surprise she followed him with, “More than anyone?  Even mom?”
        This caused Drenan to flinch softly, and while his mouth opened to speak, he slowly shut it without words.
        Lyrah leaned into him further with a smile.  “Shh.  I’m teasing, daddy.  I never got to know mom, but I know you loved her too.  It wouldn’t be nice to compare her to me.”
        Drenan’s eyes seemed lost in the darkness as she spoke.  “Maybe.”  He turned back to her and locked her gaze with his.  “I don’t want you to ever think you’re acting as any kind of replacement for your mother though.  There is much of your mother in you, sweetheart, and I love you more deeply than I can describe, but you two are different people, and…”
        The shamaness pressed a soft finger to her father’s lips and smiled.  “Don’t worry.  I was just teasing, I promise.  I know what you mean,” she added and replaced her finger with her lips to kiss him lovingly.
        Drenan returned the kiss with equal love, and with gentle arms he pulled her into his bare lap.  The skin-to-skin contact sent pleasant shivers through the both of them as they kissed, and as they pulled apart Drenan found himself practically cradling his daughter.  Lyrah hardly seemed to mind.  “You know, I couldn’t ask for a better daughter,” he informed her and pressed her against his chest.  Even at her age she still looked like his little girl, but every glimpse he got of her curvaceous form -particularly the look of her well-matured breasts as they pressed against his chest- reminded him that she’d grown considerably, and such maturation extended beyond the physical.
        “I know,” she added with a giggle and nuzzled beneath his chin, reveling in his warmth.  “You’ve always been the best dad I could ask for.  You’re really patient and sweet, and even after all this you still want me,” she echoed softly and sighed against him.  “I don’t want that to end.”
        Drenan inhaled and exhaled deeply as one hand slipped to absently cup his daughter’s bottom, or at least what his hand could grasp of it.  “Neither do I, sweetheart.  It’s why I want us to be prepared for anything.”
        She looked back up at him with a smile and wiggled her rump against his hand.  “What can we do?”
        The paladin mulled this over for a long moment before responding.  “I fear Azshara is not as safe as it used to be.  Orgrimmar is so close, and we’ve had a major scare there.  In all honesty, I think a move may be the best course of action for us.”
        Lyrah glanced around the living room as she took in his suggestion.  She’d grown up in that house, and she’d made most of her best memories there.  Even now she was making them in a new light, and she found herself hesitant to give that up.  “Daddy… do we have to?”
        Drenan bit his lip in concern.  “We don’t have to, but the more scares that happen, the more wrong people may want to seek us out.  The Burning Legion was attacking Orgrimmar’s gates not long ago as well, and with that kind of threat as well…”
        She took another look at the unique home.  Lyrah’s father had engineered most of it himself, or so she had been told.  “Do you think… wherever we go, well, could we rebuild home?”
        “I don’t see why not,” he answered quickly and took a look at the walls himself.  “I have gotten few chances to practice my trade in recent times, but maybe if I acquire a few new tools and find my old plans…”
        Lyrah seemed to brighten a little bit and squeezed him again.  “I think that’d be nice.  Where would we go?” she asked, her tone more curious than upset this time.
        “That is a good question,” he added with little immediate idea for a response.  “It’s been so long since I’ve seen the far corners of Azeroth, and it seems like more and more of it is discovered as time goes by.  I imagine we would hardly be short of options.  If anything, you’ve gotten to travel more than I have lately.  Have you seen any places you might feel comfortable calling home?”
        This caused the young woman’s eyes to practically flash with excitement.  All at once she rolled out of her father’s lap, hopped to her feet, and darted for her room.  In an instant she’d returned with a rolled up parchment and quill, and began to spread the parchment on the floor in front of him.  It was her personal map of the world that she’d taken with her on her travels, though there were a great deal of markings over a good portion of the zones she’d gotten to see.  Drenan leaned in and propped his chin in his hand as Lyrah began to gush over the immense beauty she’d found upon Azeroth and Outland alike.  By the time she was done, the couple had circled several of the different zones in all corners of the map.
        Drenan scratched his chin as he looked over the circled areas.  “I don’t recall Desolace being so… not-desolate,” he remarked.
        “Oh it’s not anymore!  At least not at the center,” she explained.  She was overflowing with enthusiasm, and she found herself more than proud to think that her father appreciated her knowledge.
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        “Well,” he began.  “I think maybe we should take some time and scout these places out first.  Not that I don’t trust your judgment sweetheart, but if we’re going to make one of these our new home I’d like to at least visit it first to see what it’s like.”  Lyrah nodded in sagely fashion herself at his words, and he quickly added, “But I couldn’t do it alone.  I’d need a guide, and these all seem like favorable locales.  Perhaps you would-”
        Lyrah wouldn’t even let him finish his sentence before she’d performed a naked pounce atop him.  The sudden move pushed him back to the cushion as she wrapped him in a happy bear hug and kissed his face repeatedly.  “I can’t wait!  Can we leave in the morning?  I wanna see Pandaria again!  Oooh, or maybe Nagrand?  What about Sholazar Basin!?”
        Drenan laughed heartily at his excited daughter.  “Whoa, easy now!” he cautioned and returned her hug firmly before sitting back upright, albeit she was still clinging to him not unlike a child.  “We’ve had a late night, and we still need some sleep.  Not to mention we have a bargain to uphold in a few days,” he added, his tone dropping off a bit toward the end.  “We can start our search after this weekend I think, and it’ll give us some time to prepare.  Sound good?”
        Lyrah sank a bit at the remembrance of the deal with Shele.  She still wasn’t quite sold on the idea, but if it kept the two of them safe she was willing to go through with it, at least for the time being.  “Okay, daddy.  That’s a smart way to go,” she complimented with a shy smile and followed with a gentler kiss upon his cheek.  
Not a moment later she felt his muscular arms embrace her, one hand coming to rest on her bottom as the other braced her shoulders.  With ease he lifted her into the air, prompting a soft giggle as he steadily carried her up the stairs.  “Go get ready for bed, sweetheart.  Tomorrow will come before you know it.”
Lyrah’s ears seemed to droop a little.  “But I’m not-” she started, but was quickly cut off by a deep, unprompted yawn.  The second wind that the nap had given her had not nearly been enough to outweigh the stress incurred upon her, and her body was still quite exhausted.  “Okay, fine… but I’m not gonna like it.”
She had started to walk away until she felt her father’s hand softly grasp her own once more, followed by, “If you don’t want to sleep just yet, you’re welcome to come in and chat for a little while until you get sleepier.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t wanna keep you awake,” she said somewhat shyly despite the fact that the two tauren were still both in the nude.  “I shouldn’t-”
“Shh,” Drenan quickly cut her off as he stepped up to her with a slight smile.  “No games, now.  I know you too well for that.  Just come in whenever you’re ready -use my personal washbasin if you’d like, even- but do you truly think that, after all we’ve been through already, that you wouldn’t be welcome in my room?”
Lyrah felt color flood her cheeks as she looked up at her father.  So much had changed since she’d returned home, but her previous stay in his bed had been… somewhat accidental.  “Even if we already… you know…?”
Drenan couldn’t hold back a rumbling chuckle.  “The bedroom, particularly mine, is not symbolic for sex, Lyrah.  It is my personal haven, as yours is yours, but I have always encouraged you to come to me for anything.  This is no different, and if you feel you may sleep better there than in your own, I welcome you.”
The taureness slowly let a wide smile cover her face, and without warning he lurched forward to cling to her father.  “Thank you, daddy,” she cried in excitement and let go to dart off down the hall to her own room.  Drenan watched in confusion, but with a shrug he entered his own room to straighten up the mussed sheets from the morning prior.  Just as he’d finished, Lyrah came bursting in with an assortment of soaps and vials she’d collected from her travels, an armful of extra pillows, and what appeared to be a green-colored set of shamanic garb.  She quickly went about putting her items in their proper places as Drenan gave a few of his vitals a quick wash and dry from the basin, though a moment later she added, “There, easy as that!”
The paladin turned around to see her stack of pillows making a sort of wall along the left side of the bed.  Her garb had been laid out neatly upon a chair near the pillow stack, and she was already dipping her soap into the basin next to him.  Drenan looked at his daughter in amusement.  “Someone’s eager.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she washed herself.  “I might’ve really liked spending the night in here last time….”
“I can tell,” he assured her with a chuckle.  He welcomed her company far more than he minded it.
“It’s much warmer than sleeping alone,” she added and toweled herself off.  Still without a stitch on her body she happily bounced onto the side of the bed she’d claimed to nestle in along her wall of pillows.  
        Drenan crossed his burly arms cockily as he watched her.  “Didn’t you rib me for sleeping unclothed not too long ago?”
        Lyrah melted into the sheets a bit at this.  “Yes….”
        “Comfortable, no?” he said plainly as he slid onto the empty side of the bed still in the nude himself.  “I got accustomed to it after you left.  I suppose I should have worn something to bed after your return, but I… didn’t think about it,” he admitted as he reached over to snuff out the nearby meager candle’s dull glow.
        “I tried it for the first time after I got back,” she added and quickly pressed her body alongside his.  “It lets the fur breathe.”  Drenan answered her with a silent nod as one of his arms pressed against her bare back to bring her closer to him.  Lyrah slowly slid one of her own arms across his burly chest to cling to her father as she nestled her head up against his shoulder, finally relaxing with a happy sigh.  The pleased pair steadily began to drift off to sleep, but midway Lyrah couldn’t resist whispering a question she’d been tossing around in her mind.  “So… will I have to do anything… different for Shele?”
        Drenan exhaled deeply with his eyes only half-open and turned to the ceiling.  “No, sweetheart.  We will do only what is comfortable,” he whispered back.
        “Mmm,” she returned and snuggled even closer.  A small smile crept across her face as sleep finally took her, her father quick to follow.
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        “I feel… weird,” Lyrah stated awkwardly as she worked to pull on her fresh outfit.  The pair had taken their time to awaken that morning, but after an hour or two of daylight just talking and enjoying each others’ company, they’d finally bothered to get up.
        Drenan had pulled out a set of his own casual leathers to dress himself with.  “How do you mean?”
        Lyrah bounced up and down a few times to wiggle into her bottoms -a shamanic kilt covered in beads and feathers that hung a meager halfway down her thighs.  More like a skirt, really- her curves bouncing along with her.  “Like… Shele will be here tomorrow, right?  Shouldn’t we be, I dunno, preparing or something?”
        “You think we should?” he asked genuinely and turned to regard her.  He was immediately thankful he’d neglected his undergarment this morning, and silently made a note to not worry about them in the future with Lyrah around.  “I don’t know what we’d do though.”
        “Exactly!  She’s just supposed to tend the garden, right?  Cleaning it ahead of time wouldn’t make sense, and I dunno what she’ll make for dinner.  It’s just driving me nuts waiting for her!”  The taureness huffed as she pulled on her matching top, this piece a bit more covering than some of her other accumulated garments.  Just a bit.  One rope secured it around the back of her neck while two more were meant to tie behind her back.  Lyrah awkwardly fumbled with the ropes before snorting in resignation and backing up to her father.  “Tie me up?”
        Drenan eagerly took the ropes and worked them into a bow, his fingertips teasing her otherwise bare back as he did so.  “I understand.  I admit I’m anxious myself, but she was adamant on arriving tomorrow.”
        Lyrah flashed a smile over her shoulder as he worked.  “Do you think we should, you know, practice in the meantime?”
Drenan hesitated as he considered the prospect before answering, “I don’t think so.”
Lyrah has to do a double take at this.  “What?  Why not?”
“Well, think about it.  Neither of us are exactly machines, so to get too much of a head start might make tomorrow… less pleasant.  I can’t say I’m concerned about performing for her sake, rather if we hold off, it might make it easier to focus on each other rather than the viewer, you understand?” he asked, finding himself nervous that he might be incidentally pushing his daughter out of her comfort zone.
Lyrah mulled his words over for several moments.  Since her arrival she’d mostly just given in to her desires for her father.  She couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened at the idea of resisting him, but she ultimately understood that it wasn’t because he didn’t want her.  The bulge between his legs reassured her of that.  “Alright dad, I can do that.  I trust you.”  She flashed him another smile and whirled around to throw her arms around his neck in a happy embrace.  “But,” she continued suddenly as a more devious grin spread across her face.  “Don’t blame me if you start losing your nerve.  You can touch, but those pants stay on,” she teased coyly as she stepped back and performed a purposeful, drawn-out stretch, bending over at the waist with her back to him.  The ‘kilt’ wasn’t nearly enough to hide the treasure between her legs from his view, and as she sprung back upright she added, “I’m gonna go get breakfast ready again.  Love you, daddy.”  Off she went out of the room and down the stairs.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he called after her as he sulked in instant regret.  To taste her forbidden fruit and suddenly be unable to be with her for no other reason than personal will was torturous.  He could tell she was purposely teasing him for it, and while he accepted it as a sort of penance for his restraint, he also knew that two could play at her little game.
Breakfast went as normal as could be, save for the fact that Lyrah made every attempt to show herself off to him as she cooked.  Conversation turned out rather platonic.  Drenan was slowly soaking in the stories of Lyrah’s adventures while he would return with the occasional anecdote of his own from back in the day.
After breakfast, however, Drenan piped up with, “So what are your plans for the day?”
Lyrah shrugged.  “I dunno, do we need anything from town?”
“No, but we could use some extra stock of firewood for the tub, the tub itself needs cleaned, and the fence could use something me work here and there, if you wouldn’t mind helping?”
Lyrah often groaned at the idea of chores, but as she matured she found herself much more eager to help out, not to mention she was looking for any opening she could find to torture him.  “I’ll get to work on the tub, then!”
“Thank you,” he added and gave his daughter a loving peck on the cheek before heading out to the backyard.
The young tauren worked as quickly as she could to make the kitchen presentable again before casting her apron aside.  She wasn’t about to let her devious teasing be brushed aside if he was already too busy with something.  A loud, cracking thump echoed from outside as she’d reached the backdoor, and immediately she found herself nervous.  The door swung open to show her father with one hoof on an old tree stump several yards from the tub.  Despite being one of the last few warm days of the season, Drenan had cast aside his shirt to leave his burly chest in open view.  A shiny, sharp handaxe rested loosely in one hand as he reached down for a fresh log, and once placed a single swing with one arm split the log cleanly in two.  It was not an unusual sight -this was a weekly chore for Drenan- but all things considered, Lyrah found herself unable to take her eyes off him.  It didn’t hurt that the leather leggings he still had on clung to his tucked-away manhood quite firmly either.
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Drenan looked to his daughter with a disarming smile as he grabbed another log.  “The tub isn’t in terrible shape.  It shouldn’t take much to polish the wood,” he assured her.  Out in the open his chest seemed more muscular than she could remember.  The small scar from the Faire showed along one side, and another zig-zagged along his left shoulder down to his pectoral muscle.  Indeed he was not quite the fighter he once was -he did have a slight gut above his waistline- but the muscles that flexed in his arms and chest with each strike of his axe showed he was still very capable.
Lyrah swallowed hard and clenched her thighs in an effort to contain herself.  It took all her willpower to look away from him and regard the tub in question.  A small, hollowed out trunk sat near it, and inside were several goblin-manufactured bottles of polish, a bucket, and a scrubber.  The polish was, thankfully, harmless to skin and fur, but she knew as well as he did what it could do to leather.  She grinned to herself and stood upright, her hands casually reaching behind her back to untie the meager top.
Drenan could only see her back and part of her left side, but he knew immediately what she was doing.  “That’s a little, uh, improper, isn’t it sweetie?” he called out just after he split another log.
The shamaness didn’t even look at him as she slipped the top up and over her head.  “If males have the right to walk around without a shirt, females should too.”  The links were set aside carefully before she went about mixing the polish and a quick burst of water in the bucket.  “Besides, we live in the middle of nowhere, and there’s a fence.  I’m fine.”
The paladin kept his stance, but his leathers grew tighter at the merest glimpse of his daughter’s ample chest.  “And what if Shele were to arrive early?  Or someone else?”
Lyrah scoffed as she casually stepped up to the tub and swung one leg after the other over the edge.  “Shele’s gonna see them anyway, and I’ll be covered before I get to the door if that happens.”  It wasn’t until that she’d bent over in the tub, purposely letting her breasts hang in plain view of Drenan, that she finally turned to look at him with a hardened grin on her face.  “Still worried, daddy?”
Drenan swallowed hard.  He clenched his teeth as further pain welled from his contained nethers, and his words came through his teeth in kind.  “Very well.  You have very good points.”  He knew there wasn’t any real way to control the situation.  She would do as she pleased, so it merely left him with the option of playing dirty.  He doubled his efforts with woodcutting, though Lyrah seemed more at ease scrubbing down the tub and paying him no mind.
As much as it seemed like Lyrah had steeled herself, the young tauren’s eyes helplessly found their way back to him whenever she was certain he wasn’t looking.  She did her best to raise her own posterior and puff out her chest at every opening, but she wasn’t even certain whether or not he noticed.  The bulge in his pants was enough to keep her confident that she had him.
Then, out of the blue, the chopping ceased.  “Have you handled very much wood before, Lyrah?”
The shamaness squeezed her scrubber in surprise and accidentally splashed soapy water into her mouth.  Lyrah sputtered incoherently for a few moments before she was able to compose herself.  “Sorry, what?”
Drenan had prepped a fresh log, but rather than cut it he’d walked over to the tub.  “Wood.  Have you ever tried handling it?”
Lyrah shook her head to ensure she’d heard what she’d heard.  “Like, cutting it?”
“Yes, cut wood, that’s what I said.  Have you tried it?”
Her cheeks flushed with slight color as her father propped a muscled arm along the tub’s edge.  “I mean, I had to get firewood when I was out and about.”
“You wanna try?” he asked and motioned toward the fresh log with his axe.  “It’s rather hard, but shouldn’t be too tricky to get a grip on.”
        “Yeah… I’ll give it a try,” she said with a nervous smile.  The nearly-naked tauren slowly climbed out of the tub, her fur somewhat matted by the splashed water.  She stood tall and showed no shame in being exposed, though Drenan stood equally resilient.  
        Drenan waved his daughter over and walked to the stump.  One burly arm extended the handaxe in her direction, which she took easily.  “Here,” he instructed and took a step back to allow Lyrah to be in front of him.  The shamaness stood before the stump somewhat awkwardly for a moment until she suddenly felt a strong hand along the back of her right thigh.  “Hoof up,” he spoke softly and guided one leg onto the stump.  His hand did not glide any higher up, but his grip was firm until he felt she was in place.  “Not too close to the wood.  It must be treated with respect or you could end up in pain.”  Lyrah felt his chest come to rest against her back as she spoke, and both of his arms moved to hers and take her by the wrists to guide the axe upward.  “Just keep a light grip.  Not too tight, but not too loose.”
        Lyrah did as she was asked, and she did not fight his guidance, but shiver after shiver of sensation shot down her spine and through her body.  His touch seemed everywhere at once.  The fur along her arms bristled against his, her bare back found his warm chest, and that incessant bulge between his legs held constant pressure against her cursedly protruding bottom.  Even his chin ran along the top of her mane, and it took all of her willpower to not whirl around and tackle him like some restraint-less, horny teenager.  “Okay….”
        “Now strike,” he whispered, and the axe crashed down on the log to split it cleanly in two.  Lyrah’s rump helplessly pushed back against her father, who in turn audibly grunted at the intense tease.
Lyrah smiles shakily and straightened herself.  “Woo!  First try!”  She scooped up one half and whirled around to press it into his hand.  “How’s that for handling your wood, hmm?”