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	Drenan nodded reassuringly as his strong hands tenderly held her close.  “I understand, sweetheart.  I am half-asleep already, it feels like.”

	“Mhmm…” she murred softly as her gaze drifted down his torso and to the thick package hidden beneath his own meager wrappings.  “Buuuuut… we haven’t, y’know, since the tent… which, by the way, I think we should look into some stuff like that sometime, just to mention….”

	The paladin rumbled with another chuckle.  “So you said.  I will keep that in mind.  Perhaps you should let me take care of you tonight,” he offered as he gently guided her upright.

	Lyrah nodded weakly and smiled at her father as she submitted to his touch, happily allowing him to untie the strip of purple twilight cloth that had contained her impressive chest, as well as the matching makeshift loincloth to leave her naked upon the bed.  “Ahh, such freedom,” she sighed with relief and collapsed backwards onto the comfy sheets, her breasts wobbling to either side of her chest as she stared at the ceiling.

	Drenan, too, casually untied his loincloth and cast it to the floor.  With tender care his thick fingers moved to rest on his daughter’s soft, naked waist, and slowly he rolled her entire body over onto her belly.  “Just relax.  You are in good hands.”

	Lyrah giggled softly as she shifted a bit and rested her head on her hands, her legs spreading just a bit as if to tease him before squeezing her thick thighs shut again.  “I’ve never doubted it, daddy.”

	The muscular male smiled as he slowly climbed back onto the bed to gently straddle his daughter’s bare thighs, allowing his yet-flaccid tool to lay neatly along the crease of her bare, chocolate-furred bottom.  “I would hope not,” he added as his thick fingers moved to rather firmly trace the smooth contours of her bare back, his thumbs and fingers beginning to push and massage her worn body with… surprising skill.

	“Whoa…” Lyrah murmured as her eyes rolled back into her head, followed by a soft, blatant moo of sheer delight.  “When did you learn how to do that?”  Every muscle he touched seemed to gently resist beneath his firm touch, only to relax after a second or two and release its held tension.

	Another chuckle escaped him.  “What, all this time and I have never given you one of my famous massages?”

	“Mmh mmh… that feels amazing,” she practically purred, her eyes holding shut as her back shifted up against his touch.  “Wow… next time we see Shele… you’re gonna give her one… I bet she’d cum from it,” she teased, her giggle melting into another moo.  Lyrah’s tail twitched and swished happily with every touch, its furred tip flicking against Drenan’s abdomen playfully.

	“I can do that,” he returned with a chuckle.  “There was a time long ago when I had to do this almost daily to calm a certain nervous tauren.  She responded to it well, and it seems so does her daughter.”

	Lyrah giggled softly into her pillow.  “I can see why… and I think I’d better make sure you… get some more practice, then.”

	Drenan was more than happy to set his daughter’s mind and body at ease, his powerful muscles flexing in the dim light as push after push drove away those cursed tensions in her muscles.  Indeed, his daughter’s soft rump was quite pleasantly warm to the touch, and with each push his tool absently ground down against her softness, naturally causing the pulsing column to harden against her, much to his own satisfaction.  As tired as they both were, he knew not to attempt anything overly strenuous… but the longer he gazed upon her, the more tempted he found himself.  Slow, careful presses slowly made their way down the length of her back, and after many minutes of tender care, his thick fingers began to softly knead and squeeze the softness of Lyrah’s incredibly plush ass.

	Lyrah’s mooing slowly melted into soft moans as she felt her father’s attention shift… not that she minded.  Her entire upper body felt like heavenly jelly, and she quietly couldn’t wait for her lower half to feel the same.  “Mmmmh… I feel kinda bad, daddy… I dunno how I could return the favor tonight….”  At this her hips began to rise up and down playfully, wobbling from side to side as if to wiggle his cock deeper between her bountiful cheeks.  She even went so far as to slip one hand beneath her smooshed breasts to take her right nipple between two fingers, squeezing tenderly to send a few extra shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

	“Do not worry yourself, sweetie,” he rumbled back softly, his hands spreading her cheeks rather wide to nestle his cock even deeper between them… until it slid itself so far down that it slipped away from her completely.  Confusion settled over the prone shaman after a few moments, but as she opened her mouth to protest, another moan of surprise and pleasure escaped her instead.  A sudden intense warmth and wetness invaded her spread thighs to shove itself wetly against her vulnerable pussy.  Drenan’s hands spread her thighs and cheeks even wider as his muzzle hummed against her outer lips.  His own lips parted as the tip of his thick tongue slid out to press firmly against her exposed clit.  As slowly as he could, Drenan’s tongue slid upward between her folds to push softly between them, continued upward to glide over her taint, and lingered for a long moment against her incredibly tight pucker before beginning a slow descent back the way it came.

	Lyrah’s body twitched with each stroke of her father’s tongue, and within moments her cunny was soaked with her own nectar, which he’d promptly lap up with another tender lick.  Even louder moans began to leave the pampered tauren, though she quickly fumped her face into her pillow to do her best to stifle the giveaway noise.  Her ankles moved to tentatively hook into each other behind her father’s neck, though she had no leverage as a much firmer lick caused her hips to reflexively push upward against his muzzle.  Her left hip tenderly rose to push her lips even tighter to his mouth, then her right would follow suit as she did her best to properly grind against him.  Sheer delight overwhelmed many of her thoughts, though she found herself strangely surprised at how pleasant his tongue felt against her… well, her anus.  Each time he’d reach it, Lyrah would push back against him again, and finally she caught him just right for his tongue to plunge into her by a tender inch.  “Daddy…!” she gasped loudly into the pillow.  “Take me… there… it’s yourf… pleafe!”