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Moans began to flow freely from Lyrah's lips as she felt her father's balls mash against her wide backside.  Her shapely legs slowly rose to lock her ankles firmly around Drenan's waist, pulling herself up against him the next time he thrust himself into her.  "That's it... so goooooood..." she moaned, her head tilting backwards to expose her smooth, slender neck to him, while still looking up at him as best as she could.  Both hands were now raking her father's back hungrily with each firm thrust, and in turn the generous curves of her body bounced wildly in rhythmic unison.  "I'm... I'm ready."

Drenan snorted through another groan, gritting his teeth as he looked down at his naked daughter, trying hard not to show fear.  He no longer had any qualms about mating with his daughter, but there was still a wisp of hesitation for what she wanted him to do.  "Say it..." was all he rumbled back.

Lyrah sucked a sharp inhale and bit her lip, her face flushing even harder than it had been before.  "Ch..." she started, but even found that hard to eke out.  With a deep, shaky inhale of excitement, Lyrah moaned out with her exhale, "... choke me, daddy...!"

Drenan's gaze remained fixed on Lyrah's as he shifted above her, his thrusting rhythm increasing as both of his massive hands moved to wrap around his daughter's neck.  His arms outwardly flexed as he began to apply pressure as slowly and gently as possible.  "Take it, baby girl..." he rumbled back, squeezing little by little each time his length hilted inside of her.

Lyrah's eyes shot open wide as his digits covered her neck, and an even louder moan split the clearing as he began to squeeze.  A second moan tried to follow the first, but the steady squeezing made it difficult to expel that much air at once.  Those azure orbs never once left her father's, and the sight of him above her, his muscles flexing as his fingers closed in more and more, sent powerful shivers of excitement straight up the shaman's spine.  He was always such a kindly father, but even she didn't expect what a rush she would get seeing him be so... fearsome.  The more he squeezed, the more her body began to quake, and the less she was able to squeak out her lustful moans.  Her fingertips clawed at his back and ass, unable to find a proper hold any longer as a thick haze clouded her mind.  All at once, her back arched sharply upward, and a veritable torrent of her nectar gushed from around their connection amid a powerful climax.  Lyrah's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and a strange state of dark euphoria washed over her.

Saoirse had been watching intently from the beginning -and even she had dared to slip a hand beneath her robes- but the second Lyrah's climax hit her, something unseen clearly caught her attention.  The Thornspeaker druid pushed away the amorous feelings and began to trace strange symbols on the mossy ground as fast as her fingers could move.  She could sense it: Lyrah's consciousness was fading, and her spirit was drawing dangerously close to the other side.  With a wave of Saoirse's hands, the thorned ring around the couple began to grow upward, its vines snaking up, up, all the way to the world tree branches to create a loose dome around them.  The second the vines stopped, Saoirse raised her hand and called, "That's good!  Release her!"

Drenan's hands immediately loosened, causing Lyrah's head to lurch upward and fall into a severe coughing fit.  The ex-paladin pulled his naked daughter into a loving embrace as dark purple lights began to coalesce and swirl around them....

... and before anyone could react, a bright flash split the dome, and they were gone.

Shele immediately went wide-eyed, suddenly forgetting about her son's hands as they roamed her body.  "What happened!?  I thought you said they were opening a portal!"

Saoirse's mouth had drawn into a thin line as she stared vacantly at the empty dome of thorns.  "So [i]that's[/i] what happens when ya jump the blunderbuss.  Shit."

"What are you saying?!" Shele cried, near-frantic.  Had Soren not been holding onto her, she would've leapt right at Saoirse.

"So, she wasn't close enough to the veil for a portal, so instead it was just a teleport," she reasoned.  "They should be in the Shadowlands right now."

Shele's chest began to heave, but a stroke of Soren's hand seemed to keep her from hyperventilating.  "That's good then, right?" he piped up.  "But how do they get back?"

Saoirse lifted a finger, and around it swirled a thin tendril of purple-hued light.  "This is their tether to Azeroth.  I can bring them back at any time with this."

"Then do it now!" Shele demanded, forcing Soren to wrap his arms completely over her chest to keep her contained.

"If I did that, this woulda been a waste, and they would have to do all of it all over again," the Thornspeaker insisted.  "I will give them what should be ample time, then bring them back."

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The mists parted, leaving the naked tauren locked together at the center of a small clearing, their bodies yet intertwined.  Drenan's hands held his daughter's cheek tenderly as Lyrah's chest heaved in a series of guttural coughs.  "Sweetheart!  Are you alright?  Just relax, okay?  Steady," he echoed, tilting her upper body upright to give her back several soft pats.

Lyrah's hands went up to her muzzle amid her body-quaking coughs, but as they began to subside, her eyes opened, revealing them to be rolled into the back of her head, then slowly gave her father a half-minded thumbs up.  "[i]*gasp*[/i]... GOOD... I'm good...!" she was able to rasp, clearing her throat several times in order to restart her voice.  "Hooly Earthmother... that was... super, super intense...."  Her curvaceous form shifted a bit as she slowly slid herself from her father's erection, gasping as they parted and left a sticky series of tendrils connecting them.  "I... I don't think I wanna do that often... but... wow...."

Drenan winced as she pulled back, but was simply happy to embrace his daughter once again.  "We will talk more on it later," he assured her.  "But for now...."

The ex-paladin need not say more.  Both Drenan and Lyrah turned their focus to the clearing of ashen grass, the landscape otherwise quite barren.  Red and black hues radiated from massive obelisks and foreign-looking castles that towered over the landscape from afar, and high above shined a scorching heat that actually made it fairly comfortable being naked.  "This is... Revendreth," Lyrah murmured incredulously.