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	Drenan didn't have the chance to answer as the sound of the opening barn door met them both.  The paladin's head dropped until his muzzle disappeared into the (thankfully) empty feeding trough.  Heavy bootsteps brought two men and a woman slowly into the barn, all three of them stalking their way through to inspect every nook and cranny a tauren could hide in.  The woman, clearly the leader, began to sharply rifle through the hay pile where the pair had hidden moments before, while the first man started to look through a series of harnesses hanging on the wall.  The second man narrowed his eyes at the first and huffed.  "Esi zua tvaqof? Zua vjopl e coh-ett veasip duamf jofi cijopf [i]vjuti[/i]?!"

	The first man looked back at the second and shrugged.  "Nezci? Dep veasip ci suhait?"

	The second man was about to answer when the woman suddenly cut them short.  "Uj tjav aq, Djef, epf hu jimq vji uvjist. Kenit epf O dep jepfmi vji cesp katv gopi."

	With a resigned sigh, the first man's head dropped and he mournfully left the barn, mumbling to himself all the while.

	Lyrah kept herself as quiet as could be while her father acted as her shield, but seeing him from the marvelous angle she had, well... the nectar that trailed down her inner thighs spoke volumes.  The naked shaman slowly crept closer to her father until her delicate hands boldly came to rest upon his toned backside giving him a particularly lewd squeeze before beginning to glide her fingers downward.  It was a very rare occasion where Lyrah had her father at her mercy, and as excited as she was, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to explore him a little.  The both of them were still quite sweaty from their run through the stagnant heat, and bits of hay clung for dear life to their fur and Lyrah's matted mane in particular, but that didn't stop her from planting a soft kiss on her father's rump and slipping her hands slowly downward.

	Drenan keenly felt every little touch behind him, but while he knew there was nothing he could do about it, he had no reason to ask her to stop either.  As long as she didn't compromise his cover, as far as he was concerned, she could do what she liked.  Perhaps it wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world for her to be nosing about such an intimate spot, but he couldn't deny that the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. Still, it was no easy task to ignore Lyrah's toying when two humans were mere feet from him.

	Their presence wasn't enough to stop Lyrah, however.  As quietly as could be, Lyrah began to rain tender kisses down toward the crease of her father's rump.  Each kiss forced her to bite back a sharp moan as she drew dangerously close to her father's pucker, and with devious curiosity her tongue slowly appeared between her lips to prod squarely against his bullseye, so to speak.  Both of her hands slid up her father's inner thighs all the way to his toned rump, and tenderly her fingers slipped over both cheeks to spread them just enough to shove her full muzzle against his most intimate spot.

	This spot was something he had only ever let Kinah even remotely close to... not that he wouldn't have let Lyrah, but it was something the two simply hadn't discussed.  Drenan was suddenly very thankful that he had a trough to hide his face, as he found himself biting back a groan or two of his own.

	Lyrah exhaled sharply as she began to lap at her father's pucker, her tongue steadily slipping away from it to drag up and down his taint, then slowly begin to slide over his heavy, furred balls.  Her hands relinquished their grip on his rump, allowing one to drop sharply between her own legs as the other wrapped itself around the base of his heavily-swollen cock.  Gentle fingers began to rhythmically squeeze his hard, yet soft, flesh.  Her muzzle opened wider in an effort to pull one of his low-hanging nuts fully into her mouth to suckle upon it hungrily.  The shaman could feel every twitch of excitement in her father's being, though his quivering legs told her she was pressing some buttons she hadn't yet pressed before.

	Drenan struggled to keep his breathing even as the two humans seemed to strike up an idle conversation, apparently convinced that the tauren couple wasn't in there.  It wouldn't be safe until they left, he was certain, but it was becoming all too difficult to stay quiet.  Then, beyond his control, Drenan's head lifted and out came a deep, bellowing, "MOOOOOOOOOOO!"

	The sound even caught Lyrah off guard, relinquishing his ball to watch his tapered cockhead twitch.  Suddenly, a thick tendril of cum erupted from it, still tied to his tip as it rappelled its way to the stable floor, soon followed by several more.  The eager shaman cheekily squeezed and stroked his cock in rapid succession, almost as if milking every drop from him that she could.

	The humans, on the other hand, immediately looked over at Drenan's exposed head.  The both of them lingered on him for a long moment before turning back toward each other, with the man remarking, "O jiesf gesnis Stonefield huv e pix cietv, cav O vjuahjv ov xet e female dux, xetp'v ov?"

	Drenan only caught a couple of her words, but it was enough to realize that he was just about to be found out.  His climax-addled brain struggled to move, but with a burst of adrenaline the bull withdrew his head and whirled free of Lyrah's grasp.  "Change...!"

	Lyrah gasped in shock as her father grabbed her by the shoulders, but she willingly submitted to his touch as she found her head suddenly shoved out the hole in her father's stead.  It wasn't Drenan's first choice, but the tauren had the advantage.  Few humans could tell the difference between them and beasts without close inspection.

	The humans looked back just after Lyrah's head poked through the hole.  "Ov ot e female, panctlamm," the woman added dryly and gave the man a light conk on the head.

	The shaman tried her best not to look too panicked as she readjusted her awkward stance to mimic her father's from before.  It took Lyrah a moment to fully understand that they would have caught Drenan as a bull instead of a cow, but that didn't prepare her for her own rump to be suddenly pried apart by her father's weathered fingers.  Her own head dipped into the trough as he began to imitate what she'd done to him, though the matted fur between her legs proved she was already soaking wet.

	Something was different about his movements compared to hers, however.

	Drenan's tongue much more bruskly pushed its way into her pucker, and his hands had a much more fierce grip on her squishy bottom.  Each gesture still sent powerful shocks of pleasure through Lyrah, but she was certain this was a bit more than sneaky fun.  This was payback.

	The paladin's advances were unrelenting as his tongue plunged deep, [i]deep[/i] into her backside, lingering there for several long moments of sweet agony before withdrawing to travel further downward.  The emboldened Drenan even dared to give her backside a swift spank as he pushed his tongue sharply between her legs instead, suckling a proper mouthful of her sweet, bountiful nectar.

	The spank caught Lyrah completely off guard, and, like her father, out came a loud, long, high-pitched, "MOOOOOOOOOO!"

	The humans seemed to pay her less mind than they did him, instead merely glancing back to her before resuming their chatting and searching about the barn.  Both of them edged closer to her corner of the stables, but neither appeared to be looking directly [i]at[/i] her.

	The helpless shaman quietly thanked her lucky stars that the humans didn't seem to notice, allowing her to fully focus on her devious father's forward advances.  Her soft curves began to tremble and wobble in her awkward position, and each of her father's licks simply made her wetter by the second.  The streaking had been exciting, sure, but this was an entirely different ball game.  If only the humans could've seen the naked tauren as she was, rump arched, tits hanging as if begging to be milked, all while her own father feasted upon her most intimate areas.  Biting back moans at these thoughts was becoming much harder, until Lyrah finally caved and forcibly melted her moans into the most marvelous moos she might muster.

	Drenan was all grins as his lips drew back from his daughter with a soft smack.  The longer Lyrah's mooing was ignored, the bolder Drenan felt.  His thick fingers firmly pressed themselves squarely between her legs from behind, dragging little by little down her sensitive slit and all the way up over her taint to her slicked pucker, allowing Drenan to stand properly behind her in the process.  Satisfied with his daughter's slickness, the bull's fingers pulled away, suddenly replaced by the slippery, sticky tip of his yet-cum-covered cock to drool even more of his own nectar over her tight, pink pucker.

	Lyrah visibly flinched as she felt the new sensation, and she instantly recognized her father's cock for what it was.  Part of her was certain that she could reach back and tap him at any moment to get him to stop, but truthfully, stopping was the furthest thing from her mind.  Her cheeks flooded with color as she arched her bubbly backside upward against him, and yet another mewling moo-oan escaped her when she felt his tapered tip push itself perfectly into place.

	The bovine's uptick in moos, to the taurens' good fortunes, had the exact effect they'd hoped for.  Rather than inspect them closer, the humans appeared to grow disgruntled with the increased noise, instead turning away from her and retreating to the opposite corner of the barn.  From Lyrah's view, they no longer seemed to be searching for them, nor did any other parties circle back to the barn.  To her surprise, their chatting seemed to grow much, much friendlier, until the two of them embraced and began to kiss like ravenous animals themselves.

	Oblivious to the humans, the grinning Drenan's hips teasingly bucked up against Lyrah's rump, pushing his tip just a tiny bit into her backdoor.  His muscular body arched over her from above, one hand planting itself onto her right cheek, while the other traced its way up her body and downward to latch onto her left breast, squeezing hungrily.  His head lowered as close to hers as he could get without bumping his horn against the wall, daring to whisper, "Your penance... take every last inch of your daddy's cock."

	Even during their most heated throes of passion, Lyrah very rarely heard her father talk like that.  But hearing him at that moment, coupled with the slow, steady sensation of his cock pushing its slickness was enough to force her tongue to loll out from her mouth.  The shaman's eyes rolled back into her head as her legs began to quake uncontrollably, her entire body writhing mere moments before a powerful climax shot through her from head to hoof.  The first few inches of Drenan's cock steadily disappeared into his daughter's ass, prompting a powerful shot of her nectar to erupt from between her legs and disappear among the hay-strewn floor below.  Her chocolate-colored fur stood on end as her knees finally buckled, nectar continuing to pour from her pussy like drops of rain off a rooftop.

	His writhing daughter gave Drenan no other option, and with a stifled grunt his hips thrusted forward sharply, burying the full length of his thick cock into her ass just as her legs gave out from under her.  His own breathing shallowed as the hand on her ass moved to latch onto her untended, swinging breast, giving him enough of a hold on her luscious body to keep her from falling and collapsing.  The grip on her tits and the cock in her ass were the only two things holding the climaxing tauren aloft, and Lyrah struggled hard not to let out any unconvincing moos as climactic pleasure blinded her in nearly every sense.

	Drenan, too, had to bite back his own pleasure and clench tight to lock his muscular legs in place.  The tightness of Lyrah's ass sent shock after shock through his own body, and despite having climaxed once already, a second was not far behind.  The bull could hardly thrust with as tight as Lyrah's pucker clung to him, but it didn't stop him from instinctually grinding his hips as tight as he could against her pillowy ass.  His hands bore down hard on her tits, squeezing them so tightly that several drops of creamy milk began to leak from each of her dark chocolate nipples.  His head lowered to wash heated breath over his daughter's bare neck, but he dared not speak again, even to warn her of his rapidly-approaching finale.

	The occupied humans appeared to have completely forgotten their objectives, and instead the two of them had divested each other of their clothes and tumbled into another hay pile to begin a frantic, fast-paced mating ritual.  As much as Lyrah desperately didn't wish to be caught, she found it almost impossible not to stare as the naked woman bounced up and down atop the man's bare abdomen.  She was actually quite beautiful for a human -long, red hair, freckles, a lithe frame with particularly wobbly assets- and the male beneath her had the tan of a farmer and the musculature of a bear wrestler.  Just watching the two of them, knowing they had no idea she was there, amplified her pleasure threefold.  The shaman's nectar flowed freely as her climax melted right into a second, her body falling into another series of convulsions, and another loud moo of delight filled the barn.

	The human couple seemed unperturbed by Lyrah's mooing, but the exceptionally loud cry seemed to attract renewed footsteps outside the barn.  Both humans suddenly leapt from the hay and scrambled to gather their clothes as another trio of humans entered, one of them immediately beginning to chastise the couple.  Half-naked and with averted gazes, the pair left with the trio to finally leave the barn devoid of humans altogether.

	The tauren couple froze in place for several silent moments, and once certain nobody would return, the couple collapsed in the stable in a small heap along its back wall.  Father and daughter curled up together and shared a series of desirous, loving kisses, clinging for dear life as they fought hard to catch their breaths.  A few more minutes passed before Lyrah finally dared to break their silence.  "Um... was this part of the Midsummer tradition, daddy?"

	Drenan grinned at his daughter coyly and planted another kiss on her lips, squeezing her curves tenderly as he spoke.  "It is now."