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	“Shhhhh,” she cooed.  “Just keep watching, and tell me if they finish,” she instructed, then promptly popped her father’s tapered tip into her mouth.

	Drenan had to focus to steady his breathing.  He realized in that moment that the two of them hadn’t been intimate since they’d been caught by the night elves.  As strange as it felt to be watching Saratha be with Talla, a girl Drenan had watched grow up alongside Lyrah for many years, he couldn’t deny the beauty of the sight before him… nor the beauty of glancing down to watch Lyrah take inch after inch of his length into her mouth, all while tenderly fondling his heavy balls.  “You are going to get us in trouble,” he rumbled quietly.

	“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she returned cheekily as she swirled her tongue around his shaft.

	Drenan grunted quietly, and one of his own hands slid down to slip beneath Lyrah’s top.

	All the while, Saratha and Talla continued to exchange passionate kisses atop the broken pillar.  Talla was taking her sweet time to recover from her intense climax, but once she did she whispered a number of too-quiet-to-hear nothings into Saratha’s ear, then cheekily swung her leg over her to straddle the black-and-white-furred tauren.  The two of them paused, looking deep into each other’s eyes, then Talla’s hips pushed down firmly against Saratha’s.  From Drenan’s view, both of their nethers were on full display, and Talla found the perfect spot to begin firmly grinding their clits back and forth against each other.

	Saratha let out another loud grunt of a moan, much like the first one that had alerted Drenan and Lyrah to their location.  Back and forth the two female tauren moved in tandem, their arms wrapped around each other as kiss after kiss rang out through the small clearing.  Their hands grasped hungrily at each other, teasing and caressing their respective curves, and ultimately settling with firm grips on each other’s breasts.  Intertwined, their bodies resembled yin and yang, black and white encircling one another.

	The brusque Saratha had disappeared completely, her face flushed and looking much more shyly up at Talla as the two of them clung to each other.  Talla’s quiet quips made her smile and blush, all while she repeatedly ran her quim back and forth against Saratha’s. The dark-furred’ tauren’s smile began to fade as her moans grew louder, and her eyes slid shut amid their kisses to focus on the pleasure that encroached upon her.

	And from behind their bush, Lyrah’s head began to bob faster and faster, her tongue swirling in swift circles all the while.  Both hands moved to tenderly fondle her father’s balls, and her gaze peered up to watch him as he watched the lesbian couple have their fun.  There was something strangely exciting to her about having her father watch her best friend and new lover together.  Of course, Lyrah wasn’t about to miss out either, and a small shift of the lower leaves of the bush allowed her to peep at the spectacle too, even with her father’s manhood in her mouth.

	Drenan knew Lyrah wanted him to watch, but every glimpse down at his loving daughter brought him closer to his peak than anything.  The black-and-white couple’s grinding picked up in pace, as did their combined moans, and Drenan found himself forcibly needing to stifle pleasured groans of his own.

	Lyrah knew immediately when he was getting close, feeling his balls tighten in her grasp and his manhood twitch in her mouth.  She couldn’t resist a soft giggle before pulling his tool from her lips with a soft pop.  Her fingers quickly slid around his saliva-slicked shaft, then began to stroke him from tip to base as fast as she could muster.  “Give it to me, Daddy,” she whispered and stretched her tongue out seductively, laughing open-mouthed quietly in anticipation of his final release.

	The large hunter began to shake.  One of his hands dropped and grasped Lyrah’s horn to steady himself.  Their eyes met, and his last groan wasn’t quite as stifled as he would’ve liked, and his tapered tip erupted with several exceptionally thick ropes of his bull cum.  Drenan had always had particularly large releases, but with how long it had been since his last, this one was nearly twice as large as his usual amounts.

	Lyrah had to quickly close her right eye as the first shot splattered all the way across her face, and the scent of her father’s natural musk and cum made her trill softly in delight.  Each subsequent rope landed neatly upon her tongue, and when his climax faded, Lyrah closed her mouth and gulped hard, swallowing nearly a full mouthful of her father’s musky cum.  She opened her lips with a satisfied pop, showing him she’d swallowed it all, save for that first rope that she had to wipe from her face.

	Drenan’s groan, however, had caused Talla and Saratha to squeak in surprise, right as their climaxes crashed down upon them.  The lesbian lovers looked at each other, both of them quivering uncontrollably, but Saratha gritted her teeth and fought through the bliss.  She eased Talla off of her, uprighted herself, grasped her nearby spear, then marched naked across the shallow pond. to confront the invaders.  “Show yourselves before you die!” She growled and shoved the bushes aside.

	Drenan had collapsed onto his back, unable to fight the climactic bliss his daughter had brought upon him.  Lyrah was still licking her fingers, and she looked up at Saratha as if nothing was amiss.  “[i]There[/i] you are!  Dad and I have been looking for you!”

	Saratha dropped her spear in shock. “Ch-chieftain!  Forgive me!  I-I-I… oh elements.”  The muscular warrior dropped to her knees, defeated.  “It’s no use.”

	Lyrah, confused, stood and stepped through the bushes. “What do you mean?”

	Talla came rushing up behind her, albeit clutching her clothes and trying her best to cover herself, at least until she realized it was Lyrah who had caught them.  She placed a hand on Saratha’s shoulder, but the grimtotem seemed unfazed.  “I have dishonored our tribe,” the warrior confessed.  “I have laid with an outsider… I am not fit to be grimtotem.”

	”Saratha…” Lyrah said softly and knelt in front of her.  “You know I don’t, like, give a shit about that, right?”
