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	Lyrah mooed all the louder into her pillow as she felt her father’s thickness push back into her tight pucker.  The warmth of her previous climax seemed to flare up each time she felt him descend, and every curve of her body would quiver when she felt him stop and hold himself in place.  His subsequent descents weren’t quite as deep as the one she stopped him on, and it gave her an added layer of comfort to know he’d been listening to her.  Her three-fingered hands gripped tighter to her pillows as she found a bit of her strength once more, her tail swishing around one side to graze her father’s hip before slipping itself delicately beneath his balls.

	Drenan’s hulking form visibly shivered, surprised at the new sensation between his thighs.  A glance downward showed Lyrah’s tail skillfully curled around his sensitive sack, while its long-haired tip nestled itself neatly up between his toned thighs.  “Hmmmmm, someone is bold tonight,” he rumbled teasingly as he descended once more, sinking to the four inch mark before holding himself steady.

	A husky moan echoed from within the plush pillow, and in response her lithe tail tightened itself around her father’s most sensitive area.  “Ssssspeak for yourssssself,” she muttered, her head turning to one side to flash him a cheeky, flush-faced grin.  Both of her hands dared to relinquish her grip on her pillow to slip back, one lacing with her father’s right fingers to help spread her pillowy cheek, while the other wormed its way beneath her to find itself knuckle-deep between her own legs.  Added ripples of pleasure grew more intense as Lyrah began to rub swift, experienced circles over her own clit, and it didn’t take long for the potential for a second climax to well up within her core.

	The muscular male gasped and groaned as he sunk himself into his own daughter’s ass again and again in slow, rhythmic fashion.  Despite not being able to go nearly as deep, Drenan found her impressive tightness no less physically pleasurable than their usual trysts, and before he knew it that familiar pressure of climax began to tense his own body as well.  “Nngh… Lyrah…” he rumbled, his hulking body shifting above her slowly as he leaned forward until his bare chest met her back.  His toned arms tenderly slid to either side of her, wrapping her in a warm embrace and squishing both of her breasts into his hands, pinning the both of them to the bed.  His hips continued to gently bob up and down, careful not to go too fast, but he no longer feared slipping out.

	Lyrah’s fingers worked rapidly to meet her oncoming climax, but as her father pressed so wonderfully close to her, her feelings of lust and pleasure seemed to flare up with renewed fervor all over again.  Her head tilted further to one side in a desperate attempt to look at him, only for his lips to suddenly mash to hers in a fiery, fierce kiss that she happily returned.  “Daddy…!” she was able to gasp between kisses.  “C-cum… for me…!”

	[i]*knock knock knock*[/i]

	Lyrah’s backside suddenly arched, soon followed by a sharp gush of her sweet nectar to form a copious wet patch upon the bed.  At the same time, Drenan had to force his lips tight to Lyrah’s, his cock spasming in strained ecstasy as he silently pumped several eruptions of thick, heated cum into his daughter’s ass.  Any moans and groans had been silenced at the sound of the knock, and the two of them could only look each other in the eye as they weathered their climaxes together as quietly as they could muster.

	[i]*knock knock knock knock*[/i]

	The pleasure started to become a tad bittersweet with the incessant knocking.  With a sharp gasp, father and daughter broke their kiss, Drenan’s brow furrowed in frustration.  “What on Azeroth…?” he whispered.

	Lyrah continued to quake beneath her father until the last remnants of energy were spent.  Slowly, her backside lowered to extract herself from his cock, the last bit of his tapered tip releasing with a slicked ‘pop’ and allowing her to collapse to the bed.  “I-it’s okay, daddy,” she mumbled with slurred words in her post-climactic haze.  “Better… answer it….”

	Drenan gasped as he felt his tool pull free, and with a frustrated sigh he planted a final, tender kiss upon Lyrah’s muzzle before hopping off the bed.  “Coming!” he called in frustration as he pulled his leggings back on as quickly as he could, and with a flick of the wrist he pulled one of the bed sheets over the naked Lyrah to grant her a bit of camouflaged modesty.  Satisfied, Drenan thumped toward the door to pry it open just a crack.  “Yes?”

	To his surprise, the sliver of another male, gray-furred tauren came into view.  He was not quite as tall as Drenan, forcing his deep brown eye to peer up at him briefly before peering back down at a piece of parchment in one hand.  “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but are you… Drenan Lighthand?”

	“Who is asking?” Drenan rumbled back curtly.

	The mystery tauren’s brow arched in concern.  “F-forgive me, Mr. Lighthand.  I… okay, deep breaths,” he muttered more to himself than to Drenan.  “My name’s Soren, and my mother’s requested I bring you this.”  His three-fingered hand shoved the parchment forward awkwardly through the small gap in the door.

	Drenan eyed the male for a brief moment before gently accepting the parchment.

	[q]To my dearest Drenan and Lyrah,

	I hope this letter sees you in good spirits, but I have my doubts.  I’ve heard whispers of rumblings to the South that have involved you both, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about you two.  If Soren finds you two where I think he will, I’d bet that you haven’t found your home yet.  I miss you both, admittedly -then again, three years is a long time not to hear from someone- and I want to help in any way I can.  If you’re able, please come back North, just for a little while?  The Lunar Festival approaches, and it’s our year after all.  I would hate for you two to miss the celebrations.  I might even be able to find you someplace to settle down, hmm?  Thankfully, the whispers about Farseer Keldah have grown silent.  Some believe he perished in Desolace, though I can’t say how much truth there is in that.

	On a more… business-like note, I have an apology to make, and a request for you.  You recall that potion I concocted for you?  I’m sure the both of you have made good use of it, however some recent developments have brought its… effectiveness into question.  I won’t go into detail here, but in short, the breach into the Shadowlands has made the veil between life and death a bit shaky, and the herbs that are meant to gently avoid bringing new life into the world have lost some potency.  I’m in the middle of working on a new recipe as I write this, and I’ll have a fresh batch for you when you arrive.  It’s the least I can do for how kind you two were to me before you left, and I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you both as soon as possible.

	With love, Shele Skyvine.



	P.S. - I asked Soren if he could accompany you two back to the Moonglade.  Don’t give him too hard of a time, or our reunion won’t be as pleasant as you want it to be.  He’s a strong male, but a gentle soul.[/q]
