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His daughter was home and that was all that mattered to him, though he couldn’t help but feel a bit of a thrill thinking about her. She had matured so much since they’d last seen one another, and the thought of seeing her on her back with that flute between her legs…. He shook his head and chuckled softly. His resistance to the thoughts had been fading over time, and now he was outright dismissing them as fantasy.\n\n\tWith his robe back on he trudged down the familiar hallway and stopped before the door he’d been passing for many moons. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, remembering the last time he opened the door and secretly hoping for a repeat, before gently rapping on the wood. “Sweetheart, sunrise,” he echoed.\n\n\tNo answer.\n\n\tHe knocked again with no response. He felt he should just let her sleep, but at the same time she did ask for him to wake her. Carefully he turned the doorknob and let it slip open to peek into the room, and his heart seemed to move up to his throat. Lyrah was sleeping as soundly as can be, completely nude and only half-covered by her mangled linen sheets. Her snoring was punctuated by the steady rise and fall of her ample chest, only half of which was covered by her sheets to leave a single, deliciously plump breast open to the warm air. Half of her furred belly was left uncovered in kind along with her right leg and left arm, though her treasure and remaining appendages were still hidden.\n\n\tDrenan swallowed hard at the sight and resisted the sudden, intense temptation to uncover his daughter. As much as he realized he desired her, he respected her above all else. The most he could allow himself was the unwieldy tent that had formed beneath his robes, which he reached down to subtly push back toward himself with one hand. Slowly he stepped up to her bed and gently nudged her shoulder, speaking softly. “Sweetheart, time to get up, it’s after sunrise.”\n\n\t“Mmmph… five more minutes,” she moaned subconsciously and rolled over onto one side, revealing the sight of her fully bare back and rump to her father. \n\nDrenan had to clench his muscles firmly to keep himself from reaching out toward her luscious curves, instead patting her bare shoulder yet again, albeit more firmly. “Hey now, you’re the one who wanted the wake-up call. Up and at ‘em.”\n\n“Grrrrmph,” she grumbled and rolled back onto her back, slowly sitting up and letting out a long, drawn-out yawn as both arms stretched above her. She sheets casually slid away from her upper body to leave her nubile chest completely exposed to him. Her sleepy eyes took in her room for a long moment before they settled upon her father, and at that moment they shot open wide in understanding. She quickly snatched a handful of sheets to cover her chest with, in turn exposing only her right leg. “Shit! Sorry! I, uh, I’ll be out in a bit!”\n\nDrenan hesitated for longer than he’d meant. “Oh don’t worry about it sweetheart. You just take your time,” he assured her sheepishly before backing toward the door and shutting it from the other side. Another deep breath brought a whirlwind of confused thoughts to the male’s mind. Did she set that up? She asked him to wake her up and she clearly slept in a state of undress. Was he just being hopeful? Should he be hopeful? He glanced back down to his hefty erection and cursed at it, knowing he wouldn’t have another chance to properly appease it unless Lyrah left for town or otherwise.\n\nLyrah, on the other side, exhaled as the door shut and let the sheets drop. She hadn’t slept that good in years, and her reflexes, or so she felt, ruined everything. She hadn’t meant for Drenan to find her that way, but her conscious thoughts cursed her for freaking out. “Did I really want him to see me this way?” she murmured to herself and pondered her situation. She knew she loved her father more than anything, and she’d be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t noticed his hesitation or the impressive tent she’d caused him. She knew she was no seductress by any form of the word – passions were relatively discouraged among young shamans despite states of undress that certain rituals required – and she’d yet to find a proper mate during her journeys, but the thought of her father taking her in so close and loving her as she’d instinctually desired was all she could think of.\n\nShe walked about her room nude and pulled her lone window open to allow a gentle breeze to run over her body. She’d always found the element of air to be most cleansing, and after a moment of clarity she moved to her packed bags and began to rummage through them for a very specific shamanic dress. Lyrah smiled as red fabric came into view, and minutes later she was adjusting herself in her mirror. A red wrap held her hefty breasts in place, yet left flesh to be seen both above and below the fabric. Her belly remained bare, and just below her waist a leather belt held a red and orange skirt of studded leather. She spread the pieces in the mirror to note her lack of underwear, and, seemingly satisfied, she left her room and headed for breakfast acting as casually as possible.\n\n* * * * * 7\n\nThe pot over the fire bubbled gently as Drenan heaped the cooked concoction into two bowls. Lyrah walked slowly downstairs as she attempted to keep a casual gait, yet her eyes were constantly on her father whose back was turned to her. She couldn’t hide a small smile as she approached, and as she sat down she cupped her hands and called a tiny whirlwind to her. A flick of her wrist sent the whirlwind toward her father’s head, ruffling his mane and causing him to turn sharply toward her with an amused grin.\n\n“Well good morning, miss blowhard,” he quipped as he handed her a bowl. “I take it you slept well, hmm?”\n\nShe tried to hide a wisp of color as it attempted to flush her cheeks. “No place like home, y’know?”\n\n“So it would seem,” he remarked and took a bite of his breakfast. Drenan’s mind was reeling with conflicting imagery and thoughts, though he found himself almost overwhelmingly tempted to call attention to things he felt he should probably leave alone. To top it off, to him, Lyrah seemed to have lost much of her modesty on her travels. While he couldn’t deny she looked stunning even in casual attire, he couldn’t help but wonder where along the way she grew so comfortable and so extremely confident. A long moment of silence passed before he decided to chime in again. “I see you’ve upgraded your wardrobe since you left.”\n\nLyrah glanced down at herself with a mouthful of stew, quickly nodding and swallowing. “Do you like ‘em? I bought ‘em during the Midsummer festival out in Silvermoon!”\n\nDrenan nodded as the wheels turned in his head. “Not exactly what I was referring to, but you have good taste, sweetheart. Just… be careful around town with those.”\n\n\tThe younger tauren raised a curious eyebrow. “Why’s that?”\n\n\tHer father’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Well, they’re a little revealing, aren’t they?”\n\n\tIn response, Lyrah stood up and did a little twirl, her skirt flying up just enough to get a fleeting glimpse of the bottom of her round rump. She did well to hide the fact that she caught him look. “You think so? I think they’re stylish.”\n\n\t“I think they can be both,” Drenan pointed out.\n\n\tLyrah huffed and sat back down. “Well, I think they’re nice.”\n\n\t“I didn’t say they weren’t. I just said to be careful, that’s all.”\n\n\tLyrah’s expression softened. “Yeah. Yeah, sure dad.” Drenan was slightly taken aback at how understanding she was, but such a gesture, particularly followed by the firm hug she gave him, reminded him of how much she’d matured in her years gone. As they finished, Lyrah hopped back up and smiled at her father. “So I heard the Darkmoon Faire was in Thunder Bluff this week. You wanna go?”\n\n\tDrenan grabbed their bowls and began to clean up as she spoke. “The Faire, hmm? I didn’t think you liked that anymore.”\n\n\t“But they changed a lot since we used to go when I was little!”\n\n\tThe elder cocked a curious eyebrow. “Have they now? You’ve gone since then?”\n\n\t“Every month! There’s lots of cool stuff to do there!” she pleaded, stepping up behind him and clinging to his side with another hug. He looked down at her and found the largest, cutest eyes looking back up at him in pleading fashion, not to mention the seemingly endless depths of her now-visible cleavage. “Pleeeeeeease?”\n\n\tDrenan cleared his throat as several mischievous thoughts burrowed through his mind, not the least of which involved bargaining and her relinquishing her garments to him, yet still he forced them away. “Well, it has been a long time. We can go, but promise me you won’t run off like you used to, okay?”\n\n\tLyrah huffed again, yet reluctantly squeezed his abdomen a second time. “I won’t. I’m not a kid anymore.”\n\n\t“You’re an adult, I know, but I also remember the time that troll tried to offer you free engineering lessons.”\n\n\t“He was nice!”\n\n\tDrenan chuckled and began to gather his things. “He was a pervert. He was trying to sell you devices you had no place in owning at that age. Remember?”\n\n\tLyrah mulled the memory over as she collected her own pack. He wasn’t wrong. The troll had an entire array of devices that seemed strange at the time, but in hindsight she could distinctly remember one in the obvious shape of a human male’s manhood. She opened her mouth to respond, but could find nothing that would win her the debate.\n\n\tMinutes later the pair were out and flying over the wide reaches of Azshara. Lyrah happily swooped and dove around her father’s drake on her own, vibrant violet proto-drake, clearly proud of the dragon she had worked so hard to obtain. Drenan had one of his own, but he refrained from using it to simply let his daughter have her moment. The currents warmed their bodies despite the high altitude, and the sights were nothing but magnificent high above Orgrimmar and the Barrens.\n\n\tLyrah loved flying above all else. Her particular choice of wardrobe left much of her skin to feel the invigorating breezes that washed over her. Normally she had to wear her strongest mail in dangerous territory, but in her homelands she felt comfortable for the first time to simply not worry. Barrel roll after barrel roll left her quite dizzy and rattled, and a small bout of turbulence jostled her mane into a messy frizz. To top it off, as she laid back and let her drake fly, a rough current bounced her mount several feet into the air, and in turn the perfectly-aimed breeze caught her shamanic wrap with a vengeance. The fabric was forced upward, and in turn her hefty left breast dropped from its confines and into plain sight without her knowledge.\n\n\tShe remained on her back as they flew, but considering Drenan was the ever-watchful father, he immediately caught sight of the malfunction. He opened his mouth quickly to say something, yet the words caught in his throat as his eyes were transfixed upon her luscious flesh. She seemed so at peace laying back, how could he bring himself to disturb that? He let her be for many long minutes as she rested, and he had to forcibly grip his reins tighter to keep from touching the growing erection beneath his casual plate wear. He knew it would only make it worse.\n\n\tThunder Bluff was approaching quickly as they traveled, and still her flesh was quite exposed. Sure, he could point it out to her like a proper gentleman, but he’d seen so much that the temptation was nigh overwhelming at this point. He cared for his daughter’s modesty though, so in a reckless gesture he swung his mount right up next to hers, reached out with one hand, and dexterously yanked the cloth back over her breast, his thick fingers helplessly brushing over her soft flesh and nipple as he did so. Lyrah yelped softly at the touch, the sound almost borderline that of a moan, and immediately bolted upright. She looked down and noticed the haphazardly-replaced cloth, and worked to readjust it as she looked to her father.\n\n\tDrenan gave her a shrug and called through the air. “You had a bit of a slip, sweetheart! Just trying to help!”\n\n\tHer cheeks instantly flushed with color, but uncontrollably she found herself calling back, “Sorry! Thanks, dad!” Thanks? He touched her, and she was thanking him? She found herself shockingly satisfied, and ultimately resigned herself to the satisfaction rather than worry herself about the general properness the Horde conducted itself with.\n\n* * * * * 8\n\n\tThe Faire had indeed changed much since Drenan had last been. It still reminded him fondly of old memories with Lyrah, but the Faire had hardly been more than a few carts when she was little. Now the event had its own island, and in turn a series of massive tents and colorful displays covered the place. Lyrah’s eyes lit up in excitement as they passed through the main arch, and she forcibly restrained herself from immediately dashing off. \n\nDrenan let her lead nonetheless. He was here to indulge her after all, though silently he struggled to admit to himself that he found immense delight in occasionally focusing his gaze on her covered rump. The slip during their flight was fresh in his mind, as was that morning’s slip, which in turn made him wonder as to whether he was getting incredibly lucky, horribly unlucky, whether it was all purposeful, or whether such intimate coincidences weren’t the result of his daughter’s degraded modesty. He certainly didn’t think badly of his daughter –if he were being honest with himself, he’d admit that he more than enjoyed the slips– but every time he got a glimpse of her beautiful flesh, the taboo desire was colored with unpleasant restraint. If anyone in his order, or anyone at all, found out he was having such thoughts about his own daughter… well, he had no desire to think of the consequences. He loved her as a father without question, but he had to question how deeply his love was running now that she had matured so.\n\nAll these thoughts circled his mind as he reflexively followed her. The depth of the questions had brought his consciousness deep into his own head, so much so that he’d entirely lost his surroundings. It wasn’t until the sudden sensation of walking into another body that brought him back to reality. Lyrah had stopped dead in her tracks to gaze up at a series of rings of fire that flitted in and out of view across the sky, and in doing so Drenan had bumped right up against her from behind. \n\nHad he gotten control of himself a second later than he had, his full weight would have bowled her right over. Instead, the elder tauren had walked himself right up behind his daughter and pressed his body flat against hers, his gently-bulged nethers bumping up against her back while his gently swinging hands haphazardly brushed firmly against her lightly-covered bottom. Drenan’s eyes went wide as he realized the situation, but the crowd had thickened around them so much that he couldn’t afford to back up, nor could Lyrah continue her advance.\n\nThe young woman likewise went wide-eyed as she felt her father push against her. She glanced back to find her father’s plated chest against her cheek, and she couldn’t help but notice the bulge between his plated leggings. His hands were the ultimate shocker, and as the crowd flooded around them like a rushing river, his thick fingers seemed to be pressed against her even more firmly. “Sorry, dad,” she squeaked out quietly, unsure of what else to say. Honestly, she secretly loved the sensations, but how could she tell him to stay there? She hadn’t intended for him to run into her, but she felt so close to him that she didn’t want him to leave.\n\n“You’re fine,” was all he could get out, though his inflection may have called into question as to whether he was responding to her or complimenting her. The two stood together for several long, agonizing moments, until a break in the crowd allowed Lyrah to lurch forward with Drenan quickly following suit.\n\nBoth tauren breathed heavily while Drenan attempted a laugh to ease the tension. “The Faire was never this busy, either,” he remarked and playfully tousled her already-mussed mane.\n\nLyrah added her own laugh and attempted to readjust the muss, but before she could speak a vaguely familiar voice pierced the crowd. “Drenan! Is that you? And you, Lyrah?” From the throngs, a tauren woman pushed her way toward them with a bright smile. She was adorned in a casual green dress of intertwined leaves, adding nicely to her light tan fur. As she broke into the small clearing the pair had found, the druidess kindly greeted them with a soft bow. “It has been a while, little Lyrah. You remember me?”\n\nLyrah returned her bow and smile gently. “Yeah, but it’s been ages since I’ve seen you, miss Shele.”\n\nShele laughed softly and embraced the young woman. “Indeed, not since before you left I believe. You know your father’s been worried sick about you the whole while.” As she spoke, she turned to Drenan, smiled, and embraced him just as tightly. “Haven’t you?”\n\nLyrah watched with interest as Drenan returned her kind smile and hug. “So I have, but I’m fortunate and very grateful that my daughter’s back home again. How have things been at the Moonglade?”\n\n“Peaceful, thankfully. I haven’t been on an excursion to Draenor in a while though. I’ve been meaning to come for another visit, but my work with the other scribes has been taxing as stretched as the druids are.”\n\nWithout thinking, Lyrah suddenly blurted out, “Another visit?”\n\nShele chuckled. “My weekly visits were for the both of you, you know. I didn’t stop coming just because you left home.”\n\nDrenan nodded slowly. “Our home would be much messier if she didn’t stop by, you know.”\n\nLyrah chuckled and looked to her father. “I don’t think you mentioned Shele’d been around.”\n\nThe elder male shrugged slightly, silently wondering why he felt like he’d betrayed his daughter somehow. “You hadn’t asked, and, I do apologize Shele, I didn’t think to say anything.”\n\nShele smiled brightly, apparently oblivious to the gentle tension Lyrah had incurred. “Oh don’t apologize! She just got back, didn’t she?” Shele turned back to Lyrah and stepped forward as if to hug her, but this time Lyrah didn’t hug back. The druidess, once again, seemed oblivious. “Well I’ll let you two enjoy the Faire. I’ll try and stop by sometime this week to visit. It’s been too long! You two stay safe here, now. Lots of Alliance around!” With that, the tauren woman drifted back into the crowd and was gone.\n\nDrenan looked utterly confused as he went to place a soft hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”\n\nLyrah didn’t say a word as she briskly stepped out of her father’s reach as she attempted to stare down the disappeared druidess to little fruition. It took her several long moments before she broke from her angry reverie and grudgingly turned back to her father. “Did she really come around every week?”\n\nThe paladin looked as confused as ever, though in the back of his mind the fleeting suspicion that Lyrah was jealous did occur to him. “Not every week. Every so often she’d come by and spend the day tidying things. She never touched your room though.”\n\nLyrah relaxed herself and exhaled heavily. “Good,” was all she could say. She used to have a really good relationship with Shele when she was growing up. The druidess was the closest thing she had had to a mother figure, but as she’d matured the pair had grown apart even before Lyrah had left. Lyrah figured they were still friends, but being the adult she was Lyrah knew what two adults did in their private time, and the thought of Shele and her father… no, it was too much for her. Overcome with what she feared was irrational jealousy, the young tauren woman turned tail and darted through the crowd. Before Drenan could even react, she was out of sight.\n\nDrenan’s eyes went wide. “Lyrah! Lyrah, come back!” he called over the din of the crowd. A fleeting glimpse of her swishing tail out of the corner of his eye caused him to bolt through the mass of faire-goers. The progress was slow, but every so often her fluffed mane would come and go between peoples’ heads. She was still quite smaller than he, and she was gaining ground quickly compared to his hulking size trying to kindly push people aside. The last glimpse he got of her was her left hoof as it disappeared past the Darkmoon Duelist tent.\n\n* * * * * 9\n\nPast the tent there were few other faire-folk. A few teenagers here and there were camped out behind tents doing who knew what, but Drenan was hardly concerned with them. She’d bolted into the untamed woods that surrounded the Faire, and aside from the race track, most clearings were populated by vicious, man-sized wolves. He knew she was a capable adult, but that didn’t stop him from worrying as he ducked and weaved through the thick of trees, calling her name frantically at certain intervals.\n\nThis continued for several minutes with no luck, and Drenan grew all the more worried with each passing minute. “Lyrah! Come back, now! It’s dangerous out here!” He felt he should shout some sort of apology as well, but in truth he could not find an honest thing to be sorry for, aside from perhaps the inappropriate slips he witnessed. From far among the trees, a sudden, high-pitched scream split the air. Drenan instantly recognized it as his daughter’s. His frantic eyes suddenly narrowed as he snapped into survival mode, trusting the instincts that had saved him and many others during his years of service to the order. \n\nHe drew his massive warhammer from his back and went thundering through the underbrush, and within seconds he’d crossed the woods and broken into a wide clearing. At its center a massive Moonfang Dreadhowl howled and snarled as it attempted to attack the tauren woman. Lyrah had backed herself against a lone tree at the clearing’s center, and while she was indeed a capable fighter, the wolf had her outgunned in ability. His raking claws had already gotten to her a few times as her wrap had been completely torn and cast to the ground, while several links of the back of her skirt were likewise torn and mauled. Her scratched-up arms were raised and projecting a shield of wind between her and the wolf, keeping him at bay, but it was clear that it wouldn’t last much longer. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried her hardest to maintain the spell.\n\nDrenan took in the sight within the fraction of a second, and without skipping a beat he charged forward and dove between the wolf and his daughter. Gnashing fangs rang against metal as the Dreadhowl struck, finding its mark between his chest plate and belt. Hardly flinching, Drenan swung his massive hammer with both hands. The wolf stood no chance as the mass of metal slammed him in the side and flung him harshly through the air to slam against a nearby tree. Quick as a whip, Drenan whirled to his daughter and covered her with his hulking form, wrapping her around her waist with his open left arm and hoisting her up. She immediately clung to him and buried her face in his chest while he turned back to face the wolf once again. \n\nThe Dreadhowl snarled angrily back at him, and despite its clear injury it charged the paladin with bloodlust in its eyes. Drenan let loose a bestial roar that echoed through the woods and charged the wolf angrily. As the two were about to meet, the paladin strafed to one side, the wolf’s teeth missing it by mere inches, and drove the warhammer directly into its skull. Wolf bones caved with sickening, loud cracks as the Dreadhowl was driven into the ground, and with one hand Drenan let loose a full barrage of blows to the feral creature. While the creature likely died from the first blow to the head, the tauren took no chances and did not relent until the wolf was a bloody pulp among the dead leaves.\n\nThe sounds of combat were slowly replaced with heavy breathing and gentle sobbing. As the paladin’s rage waned, he dropped his warhammer without a second though and tended to his daughter. He initially tried to lay her against the tree, but she had a death grip around his abdomen with her legs wrapped around his own left leg. All he could do was stand there and embrace his sobbing daughter until Lyrah finally opened one eye to see her concerned father looking down at her.\n\n“D-dad,” she sobbed and wiped her eye with one hand, her grip loosening. “I’m… I’m really sorry, dad.”\n\n“Shhhhh,” he hushed her and squeezed her tightly, gently guiding her to sit down on the grass as he knelt in front of her through their embrace. “You’re safe now, that’s what matters.”\n\n“I…” she started and locked her watery gaze with his own. “I’m just a big dumb stupid,” she lamented.\n\nDrenan couldn’t hold back a wavering laugh and embraced her all the tighter. “No you’re not. You’re my daughter, and she’s not dumb or stupid. She’s brave for coming all the way out here.”\n\nShe sniffled a little bit and offered her own, watery chuckle. All tensions from before had been temporarily relinquished, but as the adrenaline and fear faded, the truth of the situation came back into reality. Lyrah wasn’t badly hurt, but the scratches had matted patches of her fur with blood. Most of them were along her arms, but one of her skirt links had been torn along her left thigh, and that particular area appeared bloodier than the rest. “Can… can we go home? I’m kinda really sore.”\n\nDrenan let go of his daughter briefly to rub his large hands together before pressing them against the large wound. “Of course, sweetheart. Here.” Bright, golden light began to flow from the paladin to the shaman, and moments later the wound was sealed over with warm light, and a small, golden aura had surrounded the young woman. \n\nHalf-naked and exhausted, Lyrah was hoisted into her father’s arms. As an afterthought, the male tauren knelt and scooped up what ripped fabric he could to take with him, but in doing so the fresh wound in his size brushed against one of Lyrah’s legs, causing him to wince harshly. The motion was hardly unnoticed by the young woman, who strained to look down at the sensation. Her eyes went wide with panic. “Dad! Y-you’re-.”\n\n“I know, it’s okay sweetheart,” he gritted and steeled himself, acting as if nothing was wrong. Resigned to her position, Lyrah meekly covered her exposed flesh with her scratched arms as best as she could, though in her state she could hardly find the energy to care. Carefully, Drenan pulled his hearthstone from a pouch at his belt, and he clung tightly to his injured daughter as the blue light surrounded them to take them home.\n\n* * * * * 10\n\n\tThe blue light faded quickly, replaced by the rays of the midday sun that flooded through the tauren home. Drenan grunted painfully as he strode toward the cushions that covered their living room floor and laid Lyrah down upon one of the larger fluffed leather bags. As quickly as he could, the paladin rushed out of the room and returned with several rolls of bandages.\n\n\tLyrah groaned gently in pain. “Dad… you’re hurt…” she echoed, but Drenan gently shushed her.\n\n\t“It’ll be alright, sweetheart. You first.” She couldn’t argue with his insistence as weak as she felt. She’d been scratched up enough to make her woozy, though the blood loss was far from fatal. The paladin’s hands lit up with golden light once more as he began his first aid work, which he had been quite proficient in back in the day. As much as he loved drinking in the sight of his daughter’s exposed form, her health was on the line. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’ll just have to bear with this for a bit,” he cautioned and carefully unclasped and removed what remained of her dress skirt, leaving her completely nude. \n\nHis calloused hands worked dexterously and tenderly to wrap her arms and thigh in bandages, his hands brushing dangerously close to her bare womanhood while working on the latter wound. The tightness returned between his own legs, but he forcibly ignored it during his work. The pain in his side helped the cause as well, though once the bandages were finished, he noticed how truly soaked with blood his side was. Lyrah remained motionless as he worked. Her consciousness seemed to fade in and out, likely from pain, though not long after he snugged the last bandage, her eyes flitted open. “Dad…? You there?”\n\n“I’m right here,” he echoed softly and firmly squeezed her hand. “You’re safe now, but you need to rest.”\n\nHer head rolled slowly to the side to look at him, her eyes immediately fixated on his wound. “But you’re hurt.”\n\nHe glanced down at his wound and chuckled lightly. “I’ll heal. I may need to –grrgh!– rest a bit myself.” Drenan winced in pain as he clutched his side. “Will you… will you be alright out here for a while?”\n\n“Dad I wanna help,” she tried to protest weakly, but the incident had been too much. She attempted to move to stand, but not only did her muscles painfully protest, the elder male was quick to press her gently back into place.\n\n“Don’t worry about it. I’ll manage. You. Rest.” Lyrah could only watch as he leaned lovingly over his wounded daughter to kiss her forehead before rising to his feet. A helpless moment left him to linger and gaze at his daughter’s exposed body before another pain from the wound kicked him in the rump, and with pained steps he hobbled away and off to his room. Lyrah was left little other option than to sleep.\n\n- - - - -\n\n\tLyrah’s eyes flitted open to a darkened room. A single, white beam of moonlight cascaded through the nearby open window to reveal a wide sliver of the floor, but little else. Carefully she brought herself to a seated position on the large cushion and rubbed her eyes, still feeling exhausted but the pain from her wounds had been reduced to a dull numbness. She inspected her bandaged arms and checked to ensure the bleeding had subsided, and fortunately her leg was in a similar state despite the depth of the bite. \n\nSatisfied she would heal before too long, she became well-aware that there wasn’t a stitch of clothing on her body, and reflexively her arms shot across her chest and between her legs to cover herself. It took several moments to realize her father wasn’t around, and in turn she slowly let her guard of modesty slip away. No one was watching, she figured, so why bother?\n\nIt was her turn to mull over her own thoughts and feelings. She had been so upset when Shele had even spoken to her father, but why? Was she truly jealous of Shele? It’s not like they were doing anything wrong –heck, even if they were mating, what business was it of Lyrah’s?– but she couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed by the thought. Her father had been nothing but good to her for as long as she could remember, and it wasn’t until recently that her feelings for him began to deepen and border along taboo lines, but the instinct was stronger than she felt she could help. She always had loved him, but since she got home she started to see him differently. He wasn’t just her father. He was also a caring and powerful male. \n\nThe incident from earlier that day simply proved it as well. Lyrah realized he’d saved her life despite her little tantrum, and he’d completely thrown caution to the wind to make sure she’d heal. She felt she owed him so much, and while seeing him go into that warrior’s rage may have been a bit frightening, she couldn’t help but feel a light tingle between her legs when she recalled the incident. The raw power she witnessed had more influence on her than she’d realized.\n\nBut what could she do, anyway? He was her father, and to cross any lines could endanger the both of them in the public eye. She knew this, but at the same time she couldn’t help but wonder why she should even care. Their home was far enough in the countryside that barely anyone was ever around, and in reflection she realized that she’d never met anyone else on her travels she cared for more than her own dad.\n\n\tShe let out a deep exhale of resignation as she slowly stood in the dark room. Such thoughts did little more than confuse her emotions and instincts, and as she left them behind she remembered her father’s heavy wound. Hers hadn’t been so terrible, but his had looked incredibly deep from what she’d seen. In concern she unsteadily made her way through the darkened home, up their old stairs and completely past her own room without a second thought.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"* * * * * 6
\tThe next morning seemed unnaturally brighter to Drenan as he opened his eyes with a smile. Things just seemed right in the world now, and a deep inhale and exhale brought him to clarity. His daughter was home and that was all that mattered to him, though he couldn’t help but feel a bit of a thrill thinking about her. She had matured so much since they’d last seen one another, and the thought of seeing her on her back with that flute between her legs…. He shook his head and chuckled softly. His resistance to the thoughts had been fading over time, and now he was outright dismissing them as fantasy.
\tWith his robe back on he trudged down the familiar hallway and stopped before the door he’d been passing for many moons. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, remembering the last time he opened the door and secretly hoping for a repeat, before gently rapping on the wood. “Sweetheart, sunrise,” he echoed.
\tNo answer.
\tHe knocked again with no response. He felt he should just let her sleep, but at the same time she did ask for him to wake her. Carefully he turned the doorknob and let it slip open to peek into the room, and his heart seemed to move up to his throat. Lyrah was sleeping as soundly as can be, completely nude and only half-covered by her mangled linen sheets. Her snoring was punctuated by the steady rise and fall of her ample chest, only half of which was covered by her sheets to leave a single, deliciously plump breast open to the warm air. Half of her furred belly was left uncovered in kind along with her right leg and left arm, though her treasure and remaining appendages were still hidden.
\tDrenan swallowed hard at the sight and resisted the sudden, intense temptation to uncover his daughter. As much as he realized he desired her, he respected her above all else. The most he could allow himself was the unwieldy tent that had formed beneath his robes, which he reached down to subtly push back toward himself with one hand. Slowly he stepped up to her bed and gently nudged her shoulder, speaking softly. “Sweetheart, time to get up, it’s after sunrise.”
\t“Mmmph… five more minutes,” she moaned subconsciously and rolled over onto one side, revealing the sight of her fully bare back and rump to her father.
Drenan had to clench his muscles firmly to keep himself from reaching out toward her luscious curves, instead patting her bare shoulder yet again, albeit more firmly. “Hey now, you’re the one who wanted the wake-up call. Up and at ‘em.”
“Grrrrmph,” she grumbled and rolled back onto her back, slowly sitting up and letting out a long, drawn-out yawn as both arms stretched above her. She sheets casually slid away from her upper body to leave her nubile chest completely exposed to him. Her sleepy eyes took in her room for a long moment before they settled upon her father, and at that moment they shot open wide in understanding. She quickly snatched a handful of sheets to cover her chest with, in turn exposing only her right leg. “Shit! Sorry! I, uh, I’ll be out in a bit!”
Drenan hesitated for longer than he’d meant. “Oh don’t worry about it sweetheart. You just take your time,” he assured her sheepishly before backing toward the door and shutting it from the other side. Another deep breath brought a whirlwind of confused thoughts to the male’s mind. Did she set that up? She asked him to wake her up and she clearly slept in a state of undress. Was he just being hopeful? Should he be hopeful? He glanced back down to his hefty erection and cursed at it, knowing he wouldn’t have another chance to properly appease it unless Lyrah left for town or otherwise.
Lyrah, on the other side, exhaled as the door shut and let the sheets drop. She hadn’t slept that good in years, and her reflexes, or so she felt, ruined everything. She hadn’t meant for Drenan to find her that way, but her conscious thoughts cursed her for freaking out. “Did I really want him to see me this way?” she murmured to herself and pondered her situation. She knew she loved her father more than anything, and she’d be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t noticed his hesitation or the impressive tent she’d caused him. She knew she was no seductress by any form of the word – passions were relatively discouraged among young shamans despite states of undress that certain rituals required – and she’d yet to find a proper mate during her journeys, but the thought of her father taking her in so close and loving her as she’d instinctually desired was all she could think of.
She walked about her room nude and pulled her lone window open to allow a gentle breeze to run over her body. She’d always found the element of air to be most cleansing, and after a moment of clarity she moved to her packed bags and began to rummage through them for a very specific shamanic dress. Lyrah smiled as red fabric came into view, and minutes later she was adjusting herself in her mirror. A red wrap held her hefty breasts in place, yet left flesh to be seen both above and below the fabric. Her belly remained bare, and just below her waist a leather belt held a red and orange skirt of studded leather. She spread the pieces in the mirror to note her lack of underwear, and, seemingly satisfied, she left her room and headed for breakfast acting as casually as possible.
* * * * * 7
The pot over the fire bubbled gently as Drenan heaped the cooked concoction into two bowls. Lyrah walked slowly downstairs as she attempted to keep a casual gait, yet her eyes were constantly on her father whose back was turned to her. She couldn’t hide a small smile as she approached, and as she sat down she cupped her hands and called a tiny whirlwind to her. A flick of her wrist sent the whirlwind toward her father’s head, ruffling his mane and causing him to turn sharply toward her with an amused grin.
“Well good morning, miss blowhard,” he quipped as he handed her a bowl. “I take it you slept well, hmm?”
She tried to hide a wisp of color as it attempted to flush her cheeks. “No place like home, y’know?”
“So it would seem,” he remarked and took a bite of his breakfast. Drenan’s mind was reeling with conflicting imagery and thoughts, though he found himself almost overwhelmingly tempted to call attention to things he felt he should probably leave alone. To top it off, to him, Lyrah seemed to have lost much of her modesty on her travels. While he couldn’t deny she looked stunning even in casual attire, he couldn’t help but wonder where along the way she grew so comfortable and so extremely confident. A long moment of silence passed before he decided to chime in again. “I see you’ve upgraded your wardrobe since you left.”
Lyrah glanced down at herself with a mouthful of stew, quickly nodding and swallowing. “Do you like ‘em? I bought ‘em during the Midsummer festival out in Silvermoon!”
Drenan nodded as the wheels turned in his head. “Not exactly what I was referring to, but you have good taste, sweetheart. Just… be careful around town with those.”
\tThe younger tauren raised a curious eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
\tHer father’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Well, they’re a little revealing, aren’t they?”
\tIn response, Lyrah stood up and did a little twirl, her skirt flying up just enough to get a fleeting glimpse of the bottom of her round rump. She did well to hide the fact that she caught him look. “You think so? I think they’re stylish.”
\t“I think they can be both,” Drenan pointed out.
\tLyrah huffed and sat back down. “Well, I think they’re nice.”
\t“I didn’t say they weren’t. I just said to be careful, that’s all.”
\tLyrah’s expression softened. “Yeah. Yeah, sure dad.” Drenan was slightly taken aback at how understanding she was, but such a gesture, particularly followed by the firm hug she gave him, reminded him of how much she’d matured in her years gone. As they finished, Lyrah hopped back up and smiled at her father. “So I heard the Darkmoon Faire was in Thunder Bluff this week. You wanna go?”
\tDrenan grabbed their bowls and began to clean up as she spoke. “The Faire, hmm? I didn’t think you liked that anymore.”
\t“But they changed a lot since we used to go when I was little!”
\tThe elder cocked a curious eyebrow. “Have they now? You’ve gone since then?”
\t“Every month! There’s lots of cool stuff to do there!” she pleaded, stepping up behind him and clinging to his side with another hug. He looked down at her and found the largest, cutest eyes looking back up at him in pleading fashion, not to mention the seemingly endless depths of her now-visible cleavage. “Pleeeeeeease?”
\tDrenan cleared his throat as several mischievous thoughts burrowed through his mind, not the least of which involved bargaining and her relinquishing her garments to him, yet still he forced them away. “Well, it has been a long time. We can go, but promise me you won’t run off like you used to, okay?”
\tLyrah huffed again, yet reluctantly squeezed his abdomen a second time. “I won’t. I’m not a kid anymore.”
\t“You’re an adult, I know, but I also remember the time that troll tried to offer you free engineering lessons.”
\t“He was nice!”
\tDrenan chuckled and began to gather his things. “He was a pervert. He was trying to sell you devices you had no place in owning at that age. Remember?”
\tLyrah mulled the memory over as she collected her own pack. He wasn’t wrong. The troll had an entire array of devices that seemed strange at the time, but in hindsight she could distinctly remember one in the obvious shape of a human male’s manhood. She opened her mouth to respond, but could find nothing that would win her the debate.
\tMinutes later the pair were out and flying over the wide reaches of Azshara. Lyrah happily swooped and dove around her father’s drake on her own, vibrant violet proto-drake, clearly proud of the dragon she had worked so hard to obtain. Drenan had one of his own, but he refrained from using it to simply let his daughter have her moment. The currents warmed their bodies despite the high altitude, and the sights were nothing but magnificent high above Orgrimmar and the Barrens.
\tLyrah loved flying above all else. Her particular choice of wardrobe left much of her skin to feel the invigorating breezes that washed over her. Normally she had to wear her strongest mail in dangerous territory, but in her homelands she felt comfortable for the first time to simply not worry. Barrel roll after barrel roll left her quite dizzy and rattled, and a small bout of turbulence jostled her mane into a messy frizz. To top it off, as she laid back and let her drake fly, a rough current bounced her mount several feet into the air, and in turn the perfectly-aimed breeze caught her shamanic wrap with a vengeance. The fabric was forced upward, and in turn her hefty left breast dropped from its confines and into plain sight without her knowledge.
\tShe remained on her back as they flew, but considering Drenan was the ever-watchful father, he immediately caught sight of the malfunction. He opened his mouth quickly to say something, yet the words caught in his throat as his eyes were transfixed upon her luscious flesh. She seemed so at peace laying back, how could he bring himself to disturb that? He let her be for many long minutes as she rested, and he had to forcibly grip his reins tighter to keep from touching the growing erection beneath his casual plate wear. He knew it would only make it worse.
\tThunder Bluff was approaching quickly as they traveled, and still her flesh was quite exposed. Sure, he could point it out to her like a proper gentleman, but he’d seen so much that the temptation was nigh overwhelming at this point. He cared for his daughter’s modesty though, so in a reckless gesture he swung his mount right up next to hers, reached out with one hand, and dexterously yanked the cloth back over her breast, his thick fingers helplessly brushing over her soft flesh and nipple as he did so. Lyrah yelped softly at the touch, the sound almost borderline that of a moan, and immediately bolted upright. She looked down and noticed the haphazardly-replaced cloth, and worked to readjust it as she looked to her father.
\tDrenan gave her a shrug and called through the air. “You had a bit of a slip, sweetheart! Just trying to help!”
\tHer cheeks instantly flushed with color, but uncontrollably she found herself calling back, “Sorry! Thanks, dad!” Thanks? He touched her, and she was thanking him? She found herself shockingly satisfied, and ultimately resigned herself to the satisfaction rather than worry herself about the general properness the Horde conducted itself with.
* * * * * 8
\tThe Faire had indeed changed much since Drenan had last been. It still reminded him fondly of old memories with Lyrah, but the Faire had hardly been more than a few carts when she was little. Now the event had its own island, and in turn a series of massive tents and colorful displays covered the place. Lyrah’s eyes lit up in excitement as they passed through the main arch, and she forcibly restrained herself from immediately dashing off.
Drenan let her lead nonetheless. He was here to indulge her after all, though silently he struggled to admit to himself that he found immense delight in occasionally focusing his gaze on her covered rump. The slip during their flight was fresh in his mind, as was that morning’s slip, which in turn made him wonder as to whether he was getting incredibly lucky, horribly unlucky, whether it was all purposeful, or whether such intimate coincidences weren’t the result of his daughter’s degraded modesty. He certainly didn’t think badly of his daughter –if he were being honest with himself, he’d admit that he more than enjoyed the slips– but every time he got a glimpse of her beautiful flesh, the taboo desire was colored with unpleasant restraint. If anyone in his order, or anyone at all, found out he was having such thoughts about his own daughter… well, he had no desire to think of the consequences. He loved her as a father without question, but he had to question how deeply his love was running now that she had matured so.
All these thoughts circled his mind as he reflexively followed her. The depth of the questions had brought his consciousness deep into his own head, so much so that he’d entirely lost his surroundings. It wasn’t until the sudden sensation of walking into another body that brought him back to reality. Lyrah had stopped dead in her tracks to gaze up at a series of rings of fire that flitted in and out of view across the sky, and in doing so Drenan had bumped right up against her from behind.
Had he gotten control of himself a second later than he had, his full weight would have bowled her right over. Instead, the elder tauren had walked himself right up behind his daughter and pressed his body flat against hers, his gently-bulged nethers bumping up against her back while his gently swinging hands haphazardly brushed firmly against her lightly-covered bottom. Drenan’s eyes went wide as he realized the situation, but the crowd had thickened around them so much that he couldn’t afford to back up, nor could Lyrah continue her advance.
The young woman likewise went wide-eyed as she felt her father push against her. She glanced back to find her father’s plated chest against her cheek, and she couldn’t help but notice the bulge between his plated leggings. His hands were the ultimate shocker, and as the crowd flooded around them like a rushing river, his thick fingers seemed to be pressed against her even more firmly. “Sorry, dad,” she squeaked out quietly, unsure of what else to say. Honestly, she secretly loved the sensations, but how could she tell him to stay there? She hadn’t intended for him to run into her, but she felt so close to him that she didn’t want him to leave.
“You’re fine,” was all he could get out, though his inflection may have called into question as to whether he was responding to her or complimenting her. The two stood together for several long, agonizing moments, until a break in the crowd allowed Lyrah to lurch forward with Drenan quickly following suit.
Both tauren breathed heavily while Drenan attempted a laugh to ease the tension. “The Faire was never this busy, either,” he remarked and playfully tousled her already-mussed mane.
Lyrah added her own laugh and attempted to readjust the muss, but before she could speak a vaguely familiar voice pierced the crowd. “Drenan! Is that you? And you, Lyrah?” From the throngs, a tauren woman pushed her way toward them with a bright smile. She was adorned in a casual green dress of intertwined leaves, adding nicely to her light tan fur. As she broke into the small clearing the pair had found, the druidess kindly greeted them with a soft bow. “It has been a while, little Lyrah. You remember me?”
Lyrah returned her bow and smile gently. “Yeah, but it’s been ages since I’ve seen you, miss Shele.”
Shele laughed softly and embraced the young woman. “Indeed, not since before you left I believe. You know your father’s been worried sick about you the whole while.” As she spoke, she turned to Drenan, smiled, and embraced him just as tightly. “Haven’t you?”
Lyrah watched with interest as Drenan returned her kind smile and hug. “So I have, but I’m fortunate and very grateful that my daughter’s back home again. How have things been at the Moonglade?”
“Peaceful, thankfully. I haven’t been on an excursion to Draenor in a while though. I’ve been meaning to come for another visit, but my work with the other scribes has been taxing as stretched as the druids are.”
Without thinking, Lyrah suddenly blurted out, “Another visit?”
Shele chuckled. “My weekly visits were for the both of you, you know. I didn’t stop coming just because you left home.”
Drenan nodded slowly. “Our home would be much messier if she didn’t stop by, you know.”
Lyrah chuckled and looked to her father. “I don’t think you mentioned Shele’d been around.”
The elder male shrugged slightly, silently wondering why he felt like he’d betrayed his daughter somehow. “You hadn’t asked, and, I do apologize Shele, I didn’t think to say anything.”
Shele smiled brightly, apparently oblivious to the gentle tension Lyrah had incurred. “Oh don’t apologize! She just got back, didn’t she?” Shele turned back to Lyrah and stepped forward as if to hug her, but this time Lyrah didn’t hug back. The druidess, once again, seemed oblivious. “Well I’ll let you two enjoy the Faire. I’ll try and stop by sometime this week to visit. It’s been too long! You two stay safe here, now. Lots of Alliance around!” With that, the tauren woman drifted back into the crowd and was gone.
Drenan looked utterly confused as he went to place a soft hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Lyrah didn’t say a word as she briskly stepped out of her father’s reach as she attempted to stare down the disappeared druidess to little fruition. It took her several long moments before she broke from her angry reverie and grudgingly turned back to her father. “Did she really come around every week?”
The paladin looked as confused as ever, though in the back of his mind the fleeting suspicion that Lyrah was jealous did occur to him. “Not every week. Every so often she’d come by and spend the day tidying things. She never touched your room though.”
Lyrah relaxed herself and exhaled heavily. “Good,” was all she could say. She used to have a really good relationship with Shele when she was growing up. The druidess was the closest thing she had had to a mother figure, but as she’d matured the pair had grown apart even before Lyrah had left. Lyrah figured they were still friends, but being the adult she was Lyrah knew what two adults did in their private time, and the thought of Shele and her father… no, it was too much for her. Overcome with what she feared was irrational jealousy, the young tauren woman turned tail and darted through the crowd. Before Drenan could even react, she was out of sight.
Drenan’s eyes went wide. “Lyrah! Lyrah, come back!” he called over the din of the crowd. A fleeting glimpse of her swishing tail out of the corner of his eye caused him to bolt through the mass of faire-goers. The progress was slow, but every so often her fluffed mane would come and go between peoples’ heads. She was still quite smaller than he, and she was gaining ground quickly compared to his hulking size trying to kindly push people aside. The last glimpse he got of her was her left hoof as it disappeared past the Darkmoon Duelist tent.
* * * * * 9
Past the tent there were few other faire-folk. A few teenagers here and there were camped out behind tents doing who knew what, but Drenan was hardly concerned with them. She’d bolted into the untamed woods that surrounded the Faire, and aside from the race track, most clearings were populated by vicious, man-sized wolves. He knew she was a capable adult, but that didn’t stop him from worrying as he ducked and weaved through the thick of trees, calling her name frantically at certain intervals.
This continued for several minutes with no luck, and Drenan grew all the more worried with each passing minute. “Lyrah! Come back, now! It’s dangerous out here!” He felt he should shout some sort of apology as well, but in truth he could not find an honest thing to be sorry for, aside from perhaps the inappropriate slips he witnessed. From far among the trees, a sudden, high-pitched scream split the air. Drenan instantly recognized it as his daughter’s. His frantic eyes suddenly narrowed as he snapped into survival mode, trusting the instincts that had saved him and many others during his years of service to the order.
He drew his massive warhammer from his back and went thundering through the underbrush, and within seconds he’d crossed the woods and broken into a wide clearing. At its center a massive Moonfang Dreadhowl howled and snarled as it attempted to attack the tauren woman. Lyrah had backed herself against a lone tree at the clearing’s center, and while she was indeed a capable fighter, the wolf had her outgunned in ability. His raking claws had already gotten to her a few times as her wrap had been completely torn and cast to the ground, while several links of the back of her skirt were likewise torn and mauled. Her scratched-up arms were raised and projecting a shield of wind between her and the wolf, keeping him at bay, but it was clear that it wouldn’t last much longer. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried her hardest to maintain the spell.
Drenan took in the sight within the fraction of a second, and without skipping a beat he charged forward and dove between the wolf and his daughter. Gnashing fangs rang against metal as the Dreadhowl struck, finding its mark between his chest plate and belt. Hardly flinching, Drenan swung his massive hammer with both hands. The wolf stood no chance as the mass of metal slammed him in the side and flung him harshly through the air to slam against a nearby tree. Quick as a whip, Drenan whirled to his daughter and covered her with his hulking form, wrapping her around her waist with his open left arm and hoisting her up. She immediately clung to him and buried her face in his chest while he turned back to face the wolf once again.
The Dreadhowl snarled angrily back at him, and despite its clear injury it charged the paladin with bloodlust in its eyes. Drenan let loose a bestial roar that echoed through the woods and charged the wolf angrily. As the two were about to meet, the paladin strafed to one side, the wolf’s teeth missing it by mere inches, and drove the warhammer directly into its skull. Wolf bones caved with sickening, loud cracks as the Dreadhowl was driven into the ground, and with one hand Drenan let loose a full barrage of blows to the feral creature. While the creature likely died from the first blow to the head, the tauren took no chances and did not relent until the wolf was a bloody pulp among the dead leaves.
The sounds of combat were slowly replaced with heavy breathing and gentle sobbing. As the paladin’s rage waned, he dropped his warhammer without a second though and tended to his daughter. He initially tried to lay her against the tree, but she had a death grip around his abdomen with her legs wrapped around his own left leg. All he could do was stand there and embrace his sobbing daughter until Lyrah finally opened one eye to see her concerned father looking down at her.
“D-dad,” she sobbed and wiped her eye with one hand, her grip loosening. “I’m… I’m really sorry, dad.”
“Shhhhh,” he hushed her and squeezed her tightly, gently guiding her to sit down on the grass as he knelt in front of her through their embrace. “You’re safe now, that’s what matters.”
“I…” she started and locked her watery gaze with his own. “I’m just a big dumb stupid,” she lamented.
Drenan couldn’t hold back a wavering laugh and embraced her all the tighter. “No you’re not. You’re my daughter, and she’s not dumb or stupid. She’s brave for coming all the way out here.”
She sniffled a little bit and offered her own, watery chuckle. All tensions from before had been temporarily relinquished, but as the adrenaline and fear faded, the truth of the situation came back into reality. Lyrah wasn’t badly hurt, but the scratches had matted patches of her fur with blood. Most of them were along her arms, but one of her skirt links had been torn along her left thigh, and that particular area appeared bloodier than the rest. “Can… can we go home? I’m kinda really sore.”
Drenan let go of his daughter briefly to rub his large hands together before pressing them against the large wound. “Of course, sweetheart. Here.” Bright, golden light began to flow from the paladin to the shaman, and moments later the wound was sealed over with warm light, and a small, golden aura had surrounded the young woman.
Half-naked and exhausted, Lyrah was hoisted into her father’s arms. As an afterthought, the male tauren knelt and scooped up what ripped fabric he could to take with him, but in doing so the fresh wound in his size brushed against one of Lyrah’s legs, causing him to wince harshly. The motion was hardly unnoticed by the young woman, who strained to look down at the sensation. Her eyes went wide with panic. “Dad! Y-you’re-.”
“I know, it’s okay sweetheart,” he gritted and steeled himself, acting as if nothing was wrong. Resigned to her position, Lyrah meekly covered her exposed flesh with her scratched arms as best as she could, though in her state she could hardly find the energy to care. Carefully, Drenan pulled his hearthstone from a pouch at his belt, and he clung tightly to his injured daughter as the blue light surrounded them to take them home.
* * * * * 10
\tThe blue light faded quickly, replaced by the rays of the midday sun that flooded through the tauren home. Drenan grunted painfully as he strode toward the cushions that covered their living room floor and laid Lyrah down upon one of the larger fluffed leather bags. As quickly as he could, the paladin rushed out of the room and returned with several rolls of bandages.
\tLyrah groaned gently in pain. “Dad… you’re hurt…” she echoed, but Drenan gently shushed her.
\t“It’ll be alright, sweetheart. You first.” She couldn’t argue with his insistence as weak as she felt. She’d been scratched up enough to make her woozy, though the blood loss was far from fatal. The paladin’s hands lit up with golden light once more as he began his first aid work, which he had been quite proficient in back in the day. As much as he loved drinking in the sight of his daughter’s exposed form, her health was on the line. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’ll just have to bear with this for a bit,” he cautioned and carefully unclasped and removed what remained of her dress skirt, leaving her completely nude.
His calloused hands worked dexterously and tenderly to wrap her arms and thigh in bandages, his hands brushing dangerously close to her bare womanhood while working on the latter wound. The tightness returned between his own legs, but he forcibly ignored it during his work. The pain in his side helped the cause as well, though once the bandages were finished, he noticed how truly soaked with blood his side was. Lyrah remained motionless as he worked. Her consciousness seemed to fade in and out, likely from pain, though not long after he snugged the last bandage, her eyes flitted open. “Dad…? You there?”
“I’m right here,” he echoed softly and firmly squeezed her hand. “You’re safe now, but you need to rest.”
Her head rolled slowly to the side to look at him, her eyes immediately fixated on his wound. “But you’re hurt.”
He glanced down at his wound and chuckled lightly. “I’ll heal. I may need to –grrgh!– rest a bit myself.” Drenan winced in pain as he clutched his side. “Will you… will you be alright out here for a while?”
“Dad I wanna help,” she tried to protest weakly, but the incident had been too much. She attempted to move to stand, but not only did her muscles painfully protest, the elder male was quick to press her gently back into place.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll manage. You. Rest.” Lyrah could only watch as he leaned lovingly over his wounded daughter to kiss her forehead before rising to his feet. A helpless moment left him to linger and gaze at his daughter’s exposed body before another pain from the wound kicked him in the rump, and with pained steps he hobbled away and off to his room. Lyrah was left little other option than to sleep.
- - - - -
\tLyrah’s eyes flitted open to a darkened room. A single, white beam of moonlight cascaded through the nearby open window to reveal a wide sliver of the floor, but little else. Carefully she brought herself to a seated position on the large cushion and rubbed her eyes, still feeling exhausted but the pain from her wounds had been reduced to a dull numbness. She inspected her bandaged arms and checked to ensure the bleeding had subsided, and fortunately her leg was in a similar state despite the depth of the bite.
Satisfied she would heal before too long, she became well-aware that there wasn’t a stitch of clothing on her body, and reflexively her arms shot across her chest and between her legs to cover herself. It took several moments to realize her father wasn’t around, and in turn she slowly let her guard of modesty slip away. No one was watching, she figured, so why bother?
It was her turn to mull over her own thoughts and feelings. She had been so upset when Shele had even spoken to her father, but why? Was she truly jealous of Shele? It’s not like they were doing anything wrong –heck, even if they were mating, what business was it of Lyrah’s?– but she couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed by the thought. Her father had been nothing but good to her for as long as she could remember, and it wasn’t until recently that her feelings for him began to deepen and border along taboo lines, but the instinct was stronger than she felt she could help. She always had loved him, but since she got home she started to see him differently. He wasn’t just her father. He was also a caring and powerful male.
The incident from earlier that day simply proved it as well. Lyrah realized he’d saved her life despite her little tantrum, and he’d completely thrown caution to the wind to make sure she’d heal. She felt she owed him so much, and while seeing him go into that warrior’s rage may have been a bit frightening, she couldn’t help but feel a light tingle between her legs when she recalled the incident. The raw power she witnessed had more influence on her than she’d realized.
But what could she do, anyway? He was her father, and to cross any lines could endanger the both of them in the public eye. She knew this, but at the same time she couldn’t help but wonder why she should even care. Their home was far enough in the countryside that barely anyone was ever around, and in reflection she realized that she’d never met anyone else on her travels she cared for more than her own dad.
\tShe let out a deep exhale of resignation as she slowly stood in the dark room. Such thoughts did little more than confuse her emotions and instincts, and as she left them behind she remembered her father’s heavy wound. Hers hadn’t been so terrible, but his had looked incredibly deep from what she’d seen. In concern she unsteadily made her way through the darkened home, up their old stairs and completely past her own room without a second thought.
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