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After a few moments of preparation, Drenan and Lyrah stood face-to-face at the center of a ring of ash-colored, thorn-ridden vines, the both of them stark naked under the midday sunlight that filtered through the boughs of the world tree.  Both father and daughter had become quite comfortable with their naked bodies over the years (promiscuity will do that to ya) but it felt a bit more awkward than they had imagined, knowing the fully-clothed eyes of Shele, Soren, and a practical stranger were glued to them.  The trio of druids had taken seats next to each other on the ground just outside the ring, and while Saoirse looked more or less nonplussed, Shele's fearful look remained.  It no doubt helped her to be clinging to Soren, however, as she was practically nestled into his lap, clutching at his robes quietly.

"Alright you two, everything's in place!  Do your thing!" Saoirse called out from her seat, a wisp of impish curiosity in her gaze.

Father and daughter stood stock still for a few quiet moments and exchanged nervous glances.  There was clearly much more excitement in Lyrah's azure eyes than Drenan's, though it was apparent that Drenan had steeled himself better than even he thought capable.  "Alright, well... this may be a first," the ex-paladin whispered with a slight chuckle.

Lyrah nodded, her cheeks flooded with color as she tilted her head to purposely look up at her father.  "Y-yeah, we just gotta pretend they're not there, right?" the shaman whispered back, both soft arms reaching out to wrap around her father's naked abdomen.  Her heavy-looking breasts and pillowy belly squished against Drenan's own gut and firm abdomen, their thin fur bristling into one another as their gazes locked lovingly.  "I promise I'll be okay.  I'll tap you twice if it's too much."

Drenan's muscular arms draped over his daughter's shoulders, his fur bristling as he nodded slowly before leaning down into a tender kiss.  His eyes slid closed for a long moment as he inhaled deeply, drinking in his daughter's sweet scent, his tongue slipping lovingly into her mouth to intertwine with her own.

The kiss alone was enough to cause Lyrah to moan softly, her hands drifting up and down her father's toned back, then down to grab handfuls of his smooth rump, squeezing tenderly.  She, too, began that familiar dance with their tongues, and little by little she let her body relax in his grasp.  Her knees buckled softly, knowing without doubt that he would catch her and ease her to the soft grass below.  Her thick thighs spread themselves instinctively, and a sharp gasp fled into their kiss as she felt her father's hand press down firmly upon her naked nether lips.  Their time together had allowed Drenan to hone his knowledge of Lyrah's body to near-perfection, and he knew just the right buttons to press, to rub, to tease, to cause Lyrah to practically melt in his hands.

One of Drenan's thick fingers began to rub in swift circles over Lyrah's sensitive button, while his hulking form arched over her to kneel between her legs as he laid her down.  His free hand remained propped up near her right cheek, but another shift brought that prop down to his elbow, allowing his three-fingered hand to lovingly caress her instead.  His second and third fingers down below moved to trace up and down her tender folds, and the second they slipped past her soft, outer labia, his digits were met with a copious amount of her sweet nectar.  It was obvious she'd been anticipating this since she'd spoken to Saoirse, and that affirmation, coupled with her intensifying kisses, was more than enough for his pulsing bullhood to grow to its full length.  The tapered tip of his bovine tool began to throb with excitement, hovering a hair's breadth above her soft, squishy belly, its tip shining with a thick drop of precum that steadily trailed down the underside of his shaft.  It was the bull's heavy balls that touched her first, grazing her nether lips just above his fingers before he shifted himself backwards, allowing his length to lay upon her belly and slide itself downward little by little.

Lyrah haphazardly broke their kiss to gasp, shortly followed by an intense moo-oan of sheer pleasure.  Her back arched upward to graze her chest against her father's, and her hips eagerly pushed downward to encourage her father's fingertips further inside her.  Her left hand grasped tightly to the thin fur over Drenan's back, digging her fingertips into his war-scarred skin and clinging to him as he prepared her for what was to come.  Her right, however, cheekily slipped between their bodies to wrap her fingers around his tapered tip, squeezing it affectionately and giving his length several long, smooth strokes as best as she could.  She even boldly helped guide him backwards, squishing her belly down to line his bullhood up perfectly with her eager nether lips.  "Do it... fuck me, daddy..." she purred, her gaze meeting his only a hair's breadth before she felt that thickness begin to push itself into her tight quim.

It was Drenan's turn to let out a groan of delight, sinking the first few inches of himself inside of his daughter for the umpteenth time.  And still, feeling her so intimately reminded him of their very first time back in Azshara all over again.  His lips mashed back into hers as he pulled back just a little, then thrusted forward gently to work inch after additional inch inside of her, taking care not to get too overzealous despite his desire to ravish her like no one was watching.

Of course, even knowing what was to come, said watchers were most certainly transfixed with the sight.  Shele and Soren had seen it before more than once, but there was something even more intimate about being put on a pedestal as they were.  It didn't take all that long for Soren's wandering hand to slip its way into his mother's robes, which Shele, despite her initial fear, quickly began to reciprocate.  Saoirse hadn't noticed them anyway, but judging by the intense flush in her smooth cheeks and the clenching of her crossed thighs, she was having a similar reaction.