"There you are.  I was hoping you wouldn't flake," her melodious voice echoed softly.  A small smile spread across Lyrah's face as she stepped toward her father, her hips swaying slowly, almost seductively.  Her usual shamanic attire had been traded in for a long, elegant black dress with no back or sides whatsoever and a heart cut from just beneath her breasts and down to her bellybutton.  The straps that held the dress aloft around her neck were paper thin, and a sizeable divet had been tailored into the back of the dress to make way for her swishing tail.  All in all she was quite the figure of beauty, particularly as the sun left its last few rays to stream across the waters of Thousand Needles.

Drenan couldn't hold back a genuine smile as he sized his daughter up and down.  "Come now, after all we have been through you think I would flake?"  A deep chuckle punctuated his thought as he held a muscular arm in her direction.  The powerful tauren had relinquished his normal armor for a custom tailored dinner suit this evening, complete with tailored tail-hole, several rows of buttons, and a pair of gold cufflinks.  

While the fine, red fabric may have looked somewhat awkward on the hulking humanoid, Lyrah took no issue with it at all.  "I don't think I've ever seen you this dressed up, dad," she remarked as she took his offered arm, her own eyes wandering the finery that loosely covered his figure.

"I would not get used to seeing me in this," he quipped as the pair slowly stepped onto the lit ferry.  "But I admit, it is not uncomfortable."  

Rows of tables lined both sides of the goblin-run ferry, many of which were filled with various patrons of both Alliance and Horde.  Every table was set up specifically for couples, and more than a few couples had already gotten some alcohol in them before the ferry had even left the speedbarge.  All seemed to be having a lovely time, though the tauren couple paid them little heed as they took their own table near the front of the ferry with a small deck seat that was just large enough for the both of them... albeit barely.  Few of the tables had been built with tauren in mind, which was probably why they were the only tauren on the ferry at all.

The pair did their best to try and squeeze into their joint seat, but with Lyrah's curves and Drenan's physique combined, Drenan was quickly ejected onto the floor.  Both of them chuckled as he got up, which Lyrah spoke, "Hey, how about you sit first, hmm?"  She slowly got up and shuffled the table further from the bench seat.  Drenan looked at her curiously, but her confident smile comforted him as he sat down more properly.  To his surprise, Lyrah giggled as she eased her rump downward, taking a comfortable seat upon his muscular lap.  "There," she remarked and pulled the table back to them, her raised lap just low enough to fit beneath the table's edge.  "I'm not too heavy, am I?"

"Not at all," he assured her and made himself comfortable, more than happy to accommodate his daughter's plush bottom.  "I think I like this better anyway."  His powerful arms wrapped around her midriff warmly as the ferry finally began its slow toodle toward the center of the makeshift lake.  As the sun dipped beyond the mountain ridge, rows of electrically-powered lights began to glow along the ceiling of the ferry, prompting several ‘oohs' and ‘aahs' from the patrons.  Before long their server brought a fancy-looking bottle of elven-made wine upon their table and poured a pair of ornate glasses full of dark red liquid.  Drenan shot Lyrah a concerned look at this.  "I understand you are an adult, sweetheart, but human standards-"

Lyrah scoffed and took up her glass.  "Dad, let's be honest.  There's booze everywhere in Azeroth.  If you think this is my first taste, wellllllll...."  She let her words trail off as she took a sip of the wine, holding it in her mouth for several moments before swallowing.  "Hmm, it's not the stuff the label says it is, but it's still pretty good."

Drenan chuckled as he took his own glass, muttering, "Goblins...." before taking a larger draught, savoring his drink a bit less.  It had a rather sweet aftertaste, much to Drenan's liking, and after a while the normally-sober paladin could feel the haze of drunkenness sweep over his mind.

It became clearer as the minutes ticked by that Lyrah's tolerance was perhaps better than her father's, though after her third glass she, too, felt that distinct haze creep into her mind.  She giggled as she looked back at her father with a devilish smile.  "Thank you for coming here with me, daddy.  I know this isn't really your thing, but I appreciate it a lot."  Her bottom began to wiggle slowly back and forth across his lap as she spoke.  "Isn't this romantic?  Look at the lake."  Indeed, the lights from the ferry shot beautiful rays across the tranquil lake's surface, and with the sun's departure, the moon revealed itself from above to stream moonbeams far and wide over the crystalline waters.

The paladin took a quiet moment to take in the sights.  "It truly is.  I suppose love is in the air, after all," he remarked with a chuckle, his gaze lazily drifting among the throng of couples.  The more alcohol others imbibed, the more couples appeared to be sneaking kisses and the like.  Slowly, he became more aware of his daughter's devilish intentions, and before he'd truly realized it, his manhood was straining against the fine fabric of his trousers, as well as against her rounded, swaying backside.  "Err, darling...."

"Yessssss...?" she cooed tipsily and pressed down against him all the more.

The added pressure caused him to respond even more intensely, and he quickly draped his burly arms over her lap to hide it.  "Perhaps I should..."  His words caught in his throat as she looked back to smile at him coyly once more, and with elegant grace she reached back and trailed a finger down his chin and all the way down his body, jumping from his lap to her rump and stopping at the divet in the dress below her tail.  A slight shift of her tail revealed herself to his eyes only: a subtle, overlapped set of folds that, when parted, left her nether regions completely exposed.

"Are you sure about that," she asked softly and wiggled yet again, her daring fingertips sliding back to his own lap to dance across the continuously-growing bulge beneath his suit.

The elder tauren looked up at her and let his own smile return, the intoxication loosening him up just enough to relax back in his seat.  "On second thought... just keep quiet," he warned, his hands remaining along her waistline.

Lyrah kept her eyes on her father as she slid her way up to the hidden zipper on his pants, quietly pulling it downward and sneaking two fingers past the new opening.  Her eyes widened in shock as she came into contact with naught but his bare manhood.  "Oh my...."

Drenan glanced back down at the slit in her dress and her bare quim beyond it, one of his own thick fingers teasingly slipping from her belly down to the slit in her dress.  "You are surprised?  It would seem we are on even terms."  His thick finger subtly glided past the fabric and began to run up and down her nethers, and to his surprised pleasure his fingers returned quite well-slicked.  His tone of voice dropped deeply as he added, "You planned this."

Lyrah's cheeks burned red hot at this, and her telling giggle was all her father needed for confirmation.  The shaman bit back hard at a moan as she felt him touch her, and in turn she carefully began to stroke his thick length up and down beneath his pants.  Her open hand still held her wine glass, and she carefully took a shaky sip to try and act as casual as possible.  While the pair hid themselves well, thankfully nobody was taking much interest in anyone but their respective partners.  "Trust me, daddy," she whispered back to him sweetly, and as smoothly as she could she drew his erection from his pants, raised her hips, and softly sunk him into her silky sliver of sensations.

Both Drenan and Lyrah had to stifle gasps.  Lyrah had no choice but to sit completely back down on his lap during her shift, and his length sunk completely inside her with that single motion.  She had gotten more used to his size the longer they'd been together, but taking it all in one go was a new one for the both of them.  Father and daughter clung to each other, Lyrah doing her best to take him, Drenan doing his best to resist the wonders of her tightness.  It was just then that the goblin waiter returned and asked, "Hey you's two, what can I gets ya's?"

Drenan cleared his throat quickly.  "Just some water... please."

The goblin gave them both an odd look and a shrug before walking back below deck, and both tauren instantly heaved quivering sighs of relief.  Through the panic and uncertainty was intense pleasure, and both exchanged excited looks as Lyrah began to grind against his lap once more, shifting her folds subtly with each sway of her hips.  Drenan was utterly powerless.  His eyes never left Lyrah as she moved atop him, but there was nothing he could do for her.  His hands wrapped tenderly around her belly, but anything more invasive would surely have been noticed.  It was sheer agony to him, but at the same time he reveled in the pleasure she was giving him.

Lyrah, on the other hand, while she took some pleasure in the power she had, she knew she had to be careful.  Move too much or too quickly and she could get spotted.  Lift up even a little and they'd be exposed.  The gentle grinding was torturous in its own right.  She felt so full with him so deep inside her, and as much as she loved it, she cursed not being able to wildly bounce atop him as she is accustomed to.  She was certain he felt the same, and after many, many long minutes of this tease her thoughts were confirmed when she suddenly felt him tense up behind her.

"Sweetheart," he whispered quietly.  "I... I think...."

"Shhh... just do it, daddy," she returned and leaned back into his chest.  She smiled deviously at him, though the smile wavered as she bravely lifted her hips just an inch or two and sat sharply back down.

The paladin couldn't help but let a raspy grunt escape as he clung to his daughter.  That little bounce was all the more he could take, and he quickly buried his muzzle into her shoulder as the warmth of climax washed over him.  Eruption after warm eruption of his seed left him and filled his daughter's nethers, forcing Lyrah to fight back a moan of her own as she felt him unload inside of her.

The curvy taureness squeezed her thighs together as best as she could to hold in every drop, and once she felt his body begin to relax she tilted her head back to lovingly brush her lips against his.  "Mmmmh, I love you, daddy," she whispered happily.  "I'm glad we're here tonight... I like being out and about with you like this."

Drenan struggled to even out his breathing, and as he relaxed he gladly accepted her kiss and held her all the tighter.  "I love you too, Lyrah.  I was not expecting this... but I admit... I would do it again in a heartbeat."  The burly paladin chuckled and took a brief glance about the ferry while he had the chance.  Not a single head was turned their way, and with the deepening evening most couples were boldly exchanging long chains of tender kisses.

Father and daughter maintained their seating throughout the rest of the ride, and by the time the ferry had returned to the speedbarge it was nearly midnight.  One by one the various couples left the ferry and either parted ways or spirited one another to their rooms for the evening.  It wasn't until the ferry was completely empty that the couple risked movement.

"Aaah!" Lyrah squeaked as she rose from her father's lap.  Drenan grimaced as well from the sudden removal.  He'd gone flaccid quite a while beforehand, and their combined nectar had formed a sort of adhesive during the ferry ride.  The poor shaman did her best to keep from grabbing her own crotch on the boat, but the sting was a bit too much for her to keep from hunching over a little.

Drenan felt the sting keenly himself, and while he quickly put away his manhood and ensured his zipper was up, he made no quick move to stand right away until his own sting subsided.  Both tauren exchanged amused glances before breaking out in cheerful laughter.  Lyrah reached out to her father and helped him to his feet, and the pair kept close to one another, holding hands, as they left the ferry under the bright moonlight.  Through pain and pleasure, even the blind could see the two loved each other.