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Naked and determined, Lyrah pushed his door open slowly and hobbled into his room, only to stop dead at the side of his bed. Drenan was indeed laying on his back, but due to his wound it appeared he hadn’t bothered to get under the sheets, and in turn Lyrah helplessly had to stare with intense interest at her father’s fully nude body. Aside from her father’s scrolls, Lyrah had yet to see a naked male before, let alone one in person, but as many people as she’d met in her travels she felt Drenan had to be an exceptional example. Even after years of service, Drenan’s chest was as muscular as could be, and it showed splendidly without a stitch to cover his well-toned abdomen and arms, save for the bandages against his side. His legs were no exception either, though such muscles could hardly be considered over the top for a tauren. Next to his bed was a small nightstand with a flickering candle and several rolls of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic atop it.\n\nLyrah’s eyes ran up and down his body rapidly, and while his muscular figure had her interest, it was what laid between his legs that left her short of breath. Laying flaccid over his left thigh was his natural manhood, easily half the length of her forearm and about half as thick, devoid of fur with a gently tapered tip that appeared to reflect a drop or two of moisture from the candlelight. Beneath it at its base rested his furred pair of jewels, so to speak, each of which appeared about the size of an average golf ball.\n\nThe young woman was hardly ignorant of the difference between a male and a female, but seeing an actual male’s manhood in person was much different. The thought of him being her father was temporarily swept from her mind as she tenderly let two fingers come to rest on his left ankle and gently glide up along his furred leg and thigh before inching dangerously close to his flaccid flesh. With a deep breath she lifted her hand and gently draped her fingers around his thick shaft, scooping the length up off his thigh to hold it upright and inspect it more closely. She couldn’t hope to describe how she felt emotionally at the time, but instinctually she found herself powerfully attracted to it. \n\nLyrah’s open hand moved to touch it as well, and as she began to gently touch and maneuver the flesh between her dexterous fingers, her sleeping father let out a soft moan between sleeping breaths. She froze immediately at the sound and reflexively yanked her hands away from him, yet his manhood did not fall enough to touch his thigh again. The newly-discovered flesh remained upright and appeared to grow even longer and thicker than before until it stood bolt upright in the air with a gentle curve to Drenan’s left. His daughter watched him warily for a long moment to ensure he was still asleep before returning her attention to the unusual appendage, once again taking hold of it and fondling it with increased interest. \n\nThe flesh was hard, but incredibly soft beneath her fingers, and it seemed to radiate a gentle, comforting heat the more she touched it. Its tip continued to reflect the candlelight, but as time went the droplets of liquid seemed to become more plentiful until one silently descended down the bottom side of his shaft. Lyrah shifted her hands to keep from touching it, rather she chose to watch it like a child would watch a bug crawl across the ground. As it neared the base of his shaft, she decided to flick a single finger across it to scoop it up, briefly inspect it, and instinctually pop it in her mouth. \n\nThe little droplet left a mildly salty taste in her mouth, but to her surprise the gentle taste struck her as delicious as a piece of candy. Maybe it was its taboo nature, maybe it was simply due to the new experience, or maybe it genuinely did taste like the Earthmother’s ambrosia, but whatever the case, Lyrah immediately leaned in and ran her tongue up along the trail the droplet had left and flicked over the head of Drenan’s length to scoop up every drop of his male nectar. The simple stroke brought forth another moan from Drenan, this one louder and more intense, yet with it came even more drops of the sticky liquid.\n\n\tIt was that moan that snapped Lyrah back to her father’s injury. She didn’t want him to disturb his rest, but at the same time the bandages needed changing, and her newfound interest seemed to make him stir as well. The moans that touching his length brought forth were clearly ones of pleasure, but as she started to pull at his bandages, the following groan was clearly and agonizingly pained. If she kept it up, she knew she’d wake him. Being the resourceful healer she was, naturally she figured she’d try to put two and two together, so with tender care she grasped the base and began to lick her father’s shaft while simultaneously beginning to remove his bandages with her free hand.\n\n\tWith a lick and a pull at the same time, Drenan’s moan outweighed the painful groan by a longshot. Satisfied with the method, Lyrah began to work, quickly pulling the rest of the bandages away as her tongue ran up and down his length and lapping up droplets of his pre-seed when they showed themselves. The sticky bandages pulled unpleasantly at his fur, but after the last one gave way the new bandages went on much more easily after an application of antiseptic. Her first aid was not nearly as skillful as her father’s but it was certainly good enough to last him until morning. She had difficulty seeing the wound itself from her angle, but in truth she was not overly fond of blood or guts.\n\n\tDrenan’s subconscious moans came evenly as she worked, though the closer she got to finishing her work, the louder they seemed to become. Once the bandages were finished she began to pull away, but the soft echo from her father of a faint, “Don’t…” prompted her otherwise. She knew well how to masturbate, and she had to assume he was enjoying it as she might if she were in his place. To top it off, she also knew what it felt like to have to stop halfway through, so unless she wanted to torment her father she knew she had to finish the job, not that she particularly minded.\n\n\tWith renewed vigor she began her licking again twofold, her right hand moving to his base as her left hand dropped between his legs to curiously caress his hefty balls. Every touch seemed to intensify his moans as she worked, and within a minute she could feel his body begin to tighten and clench beneath her touch. She’d seen depictions in scrolls where the male would let loose his nectar, but considering she had not seen such a display yet, she assumed it had to happen at the very end. If he happened to finish, she knew it would make a heck of a mess over both of them, and despite the lack of caution she was uncertain as to whether she wanted to get caught. With this in mind, she quickly popped her lips over his cockhead, and not a moment later a heavy groan from Drenan brought forth an eruption of his hot, sticky seed inside her mouth.\n\n* * * * * 12\n\n\tLyrah had to stifle a moan of her own as she drank his delicious nectar, swallowing every drop and pulling away once his eruptions had subsided. The male now had a gentle smile on his face, and his unintelligible murmurs hinted that he was having a pleasant dream to go with his sleeping climax. His manhood quickly began to grow flaccid once again, for which she was thankful to avoid suspicion. She licked her lips fondly and let a hand drop between her legs, only to find that the fur along her thighs was thoroughly soaked. Apparently she’d enjoyed the encounter more than she’d imagined, and a single touch between her own legs left her wanting for more. Just looking at her father’s bare body was enough to set her nethers on fire with lust, and right then and there was too good of an opportunity to pass up.\n\n\tGently she scooted on the floor until her back was against the wall right next to the door. The side of her father’s naked body was open fully to her view, and even his flaccid manhood was visible, having slumped over his left thigh once again. She planted her feet and spread her legs wide as her right hand dropped to her womanhood while her left crossed her chest to barely cup her own right breast. Her sharp, azure eyes ran along his bare body over and over as her fingers dexterously maneuvered her virgin petals, flicking over her little clit with swift strokes and softly pressing past her tender folds simultaneously. \n\nThe taboo nature of her thoughts was almost overwhelmingly desirable, thoughts of mating with her father, of him and her mimicking the lewd positions drawn in every scroll she’d ever read, of looking him in the eye and kissing him lovingly as she clung to him, mewling and begging for him to show her how much he loved his little girl. Her fingers closed in to softly pinch her right nipple, squeezing and shaking the mound of flesh vigorously as waves of pleasure shot through her. The hand between her legs slipped her finger even further inside herself and began to softly pump in and out of her, her mind imagining it to be Drenan himself. It was hardly more than a few minutes before the young woman’s propped legs began to tremble. The fur on the back of her neck bristled as her pleasure began to well powerfully within her. Her nipples and clit grew all the more sensitive as she pinched and vigorously flicked them, her thighs quivering and closing in front of her. Her eyes began to close as she grew more sensitive, yet she struggled to keep them open and flitting between her father’s face and his manhood. She bit her lip to try and stifle her moans, yet sounds began to uncontrollably escape her in pleasurable squeaks. Her thighs would open and close as each passing wave would get closer, then fade briefly before another would swell up, each one tempting to push her over the edge.\n\n“Da… daddy…!” she finally squeaked, her eyes sealing shut as her back arched, her thighs clenched, and her fingers clamped down upon her nipple. She penetrated herself and rubbed herself as quickly as she could, and all at once that final, great wave of pleasure hit her like a ton of bricks. Her entire body tensed as the climax hit, washing over her and coursing through every limb, every vein, all at the thought of her own father ravishing her like a wild animal. Despite her clenched thighs, bursts of her nectar escaped between them and onto the floor rug, drenching both it and the inside of her legs almost all the way to her hooves.\n\nHer entire body spasmed in delight again and again, her hooves cushioned by the rug to try and keep as quiet as possible, though her control over her body was minimal at best. Within a minute it was over, and she quietly slumped against the wall, breathing heavily, eyes barely open as she thought of her own father in the most taboo way imaginable. She watched as the male stirred in his sleep on the bed, rolling to one side until his back and toned rump were facing her. She couldn’t have moved to escape even if she’d wanted to.\n\nMany long minutes passed as she laid there and allowed the waves of pleasure to take their course. As the last few waves began to subside, however, reality was quick to come crashing back down upon her. Her eyes shot back open wide as she realized exactly what she’d done. Lyrah felt she’d essentially assaulted her father without him even knowing it happened, and while she understood she had feelings for him, she knew nothing of how he would react if he found something like that out, not to mention the possibility that she’d made him cheat on Shele. \n\nWith a mixture of thoughts from fear to panic to anger in her newly muddled clarity, Lyrah hopped up quietly and bolted out of the room, shot into her own, shut the door behind her and flopped onto her cushion bed, head buried under her pillow, and screamed with all her might. It took her many long minutes before she could calm herself again, but as mentally and physically exhausted as she was, the familiar sound of sleep calling her was too much to ignore. Lyrah flopped onto her back heavily and spread herself atop the mussed covers before falling into a fitful sleep.\n\n* * * * * 13\n\n\tYet again the morning sun brought Drenan back to the waking world, though as he sat up the dull pain in his side reminded him sharply of the previous day’s events. As his hand went to the wound he looked down to inspect it, but he was quick to realize that the bandages weren’t the same. Did he get up and change them? His mind wandered back in memory to the night before, of him staggering into his room, disrobing, and patching himself up before passing out from sheer exhaustion and blood loss. There was no way he could have had the energy.\n\n\tThe wound was somewhat tender to the touch, but as he pulled his hand away he happened to accidentally brush his own morning wood, but compared to usual he found his flesh quite tender, not to mention covered thoroughly in what appeared to be some sort of dry liquid. Any memories of his dreams vanished as he tried to recall them. It had been years since he’d experienced his puberty and longer since he’d recalled having a climax while asleep, so naturally his confusion turned into uncomprehending suspicion. \n\nSuch suspicion was bolstered as he swung his legs over the bed and onto the rug, which made an unusual, faint squishing sound as he stepped upon it. While he had little feeling in his hooves, he bent down to touch the rug and find half of it was still quite damp, while the rest was dried and slightly crunchy. He poked one thick finger into the damp rug, pulled it away and gave it a quick sniff. They’d never had a pet in the house and this certainly didn’t smell like it, and with a flick of his tongue his senses were met with a unique taste unlike anything he’d tasted in years. While his memory wasn’t perfect, the taste instantly brought back some of his fondest, yet saddest, memories with his late wife in the very bed he’d just left.\n\nFrom his years of service, Drenan knew to be tactful. He was slow to rule things out that weren’t entirely impossible, and after what Lyrah had gone through the day before, confronting her with this right as she woke up wouldn’t help things. The truth of the matter was, in his eyes, if his suspicion was true, the temptations he’d been having lately would grow all the more… well, tempting, and the struggle as to whether he should be flattered or disturbed had yet to find an ending. Either way, he couldn’t simply stand in his room forever to debate, so with a deep breath he stepped off the damp rug, pulled on his morning robes, and headed downstairs for breakfast.\n\nTo the elder tauren’s surprise, Lyrah was already awake and hunched atop a cushion holding a half-eaten platter of cooked raptor eggs. She had her own morning robes on this time, clearly unmotivated to wear much else, with the bandages on her arms showing just past the cuffs of the sleeves. It was clear she’d grown since she’d last worn the robe, however, as its bottom fringe just barely covered her rump, and the top of the robe compressed her chest tightly.\n\n“Morning,” he offered gently and sat down close next to his daughter. He leaned over to look at her, only to find her azure eyes looking dull and unfocused.\n\nShe returned with a rough groan before setting down her platter to rub her eyes firmly, though she still didn’t look at him. “Mmmornin’.”\n\nDrenan sized her up slowly. “You don’t look very good, sweetheart. How are your injuries feeling? Too painful to sleep?”\n\nLyrah looked down at her arms and rolled up her sleeves for a moment. “They’re okay.”\n\n“They probably need to be changed,” he added, softly taking her left arm and turning it over to inspect it. “No bleeding through, that’s good, but we don’t want them sticking too much either while they heal.”\n\n“Mmh,” she half-heartedly agreed.\n\nThe paladin gave an immense look of concern toward his daughter. “Lyrah, is everything alright? Do you want to talk about yesterday?”\n\nLyrah swallowed hard as her gaze finally turned up slowly to meet his, her brow slightly furrowed. “What’s your deal with Shele, dad? I wanna know.”\n\nDrenan reflexively seemed to shift backwards slightly, but with a focused mind he kept his composure. “Well, you’re an adult now, Lyrah, so I suppose you should at least know who’s been around the house. Shele comes to visit about once a week to tend to the garden out back. I can’t grow anything to save my life, you know that,” he added with a light chuckle.\n\nLyrah was hardly fazed. “Did you mate with her?” she asked as bluntly as could be.\n\nDrenan gave his daughter’s wrist a light squeeze, struggling not to act offended at what he felt should be considered an invasive question. “She… she attempted to initiate the act not long after you left home.”\n\n“And?” Lyrah asked, eyes never once leaving his.\n\nThe paladin let out a deep exhale before responding. “I turned her down. It did not feel right, nor did I care for her enough to feel comfortable with such an intimate act. I’ve always believed in love before lust –I was hoping I taught you well enough before you left home– so I abstained.”\n\nThe young woman’s steeled expression melted away with his words into one of sadness. “R-really?”\n\nDrenan’s matched her look with one of understanding. “I wouldn’t lie to you, sweetheart. Shele is lovely, but she is no match for who your mother was, and even when you’re not home I feel I have to keep my attentions ready in case you return.” The elder male smiled gently and squeezed her hand again.\n\nLyrah sniffed softly as her eyes began to water. She realized she’d overreacted the day before, and ultimately felt ashamed that she’d thought so negatively of a woman who’d been nothing but nice to her and her father. “I’m so sorry, dad,” she echoed and suddenly plunged her face into her father’s chest, who in turn wrapped his powerful arms around her as she sobbed. “I’m so sorry for running off, so sorry for getting mad, so sorry…!”\n\nDrenan was only so comprehending of the complex emotions of a young woman, but even so he had no judgment to deal upon her, nor any anger or shame. Merely understanding. His embrace tightened around her as he sunk his chin against the back of her head. “Shhhhh, everything’s alright, Lyrah. I’m just glad you’re safe and happy above all else. Just… try not to do that again, hmm?” He punctuated his thought with another gentle chuckle.\n\nLyrah’s sobs were interrupted by a weepy chuckle of her own, her head turning upward to look at him with a teary-eyed smile. “Of course, dad. I won’t, I promise.” With tender care, Drenan softly pulled his daughter right into his lap and held her as she let her emotions pour out. He figured she probably hadn’t had a good cry in a long time as intense as it was, and everyone needs a good one from time to time. Many minutes passed before her sobs subsided, and as they did so she wiped her eyes, looked up at her father with a smile, and gave him a soft, loving kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, dad. I… I feel a bit better.”\n\nThe paladin cocked an eyebrow, his tone much more lighthearted. “Just a bit? That’s no good at all.” He looked briefly back at her bandages. “I think we should get those changed, hmm? Anything I can do to help?”\n\nShe sniffed one last time and smiled somewhat shyly. “Maybe a hot bath could be nice?”\n\n“I think that’s perfectly manageable,” he offered warmly. “Let me go start the fire for the bath. You just relax yourself until it’s ready. Just try and take it easy, and once you’re done we can get those bandages changed.”\n\n* * * * * 14\n\nLyrah nodded in agreement and embraced him one last time before he lowered her back off his lap. Drenan cringed slightly as he stood due to his own wound, and with one last smile toward Lyrah he turned away and headed for a door to the back of the house. He gave a quick, silent thanks to his own body for keeping his hormones under control when they needed to be, but the second he opened the back door to their enclosed yard, his morning tent was free to crop back up beneath his robes. He’d tried not to look, but he had many free glimpses of Lyrah’s rump as he’d held her, and the images he’d been collecting in his head were beginning to pile up more than he’d realized.\n\nTheir backyard was fenced off with solid wood pickets, though it hardly mattered considering they had no neighbors within three miles. Two gates at its back led to a vegetable garden and an animal pen, while the yard itself had two sizeable trees with a hammock suspended between them and a large wooden tub suspended above the ground with an enclosed fire pit beneath it. A small hut along one edge of the fence was filled with dried wood for tinder, and a sizeable pond at the far corner was deep enough to paddle around in for quick swims. Drenan had worked hard to make a little sort of paradise for the two of them there over the years, and while it may not have looked like much, it was enough for him to be satisfied with.\n\nThe flames caught quickly with fresh wood, and the metal around it was quick to heat the water above. It only took a few minutes for the water to level out in temperature, and with a satisfied nod he strode back into the house to find Lyrah sitting exactly where he’d left her. “The bath should be ready, sweetheart.” He gave her a sideways glance as she turned to look at him. “Can you walk okay? You need help getting there?”\n\nShe nodded silently, shifting her robe to show the bandages at her leg had been tinted a brighter red than he’d realized.\n\n“Okay, hold still,” he cautioned and knelt down next to her. With hardly any struggle he scooped her into his arms as he used to when she was little. Lyrah wrapped her arms happily around his neck as he carried her, and moments later he lowered her down to stand outside the warmed bath.\n\n“Thank you, dad,” he added and leaned up to kiss his cheek again. His cheeks flushed slightly at the gesture, and while he genuinely appreciated it, he had to wonder if it was exceptional happiness or something else that motivated the gesture. Drenan had turned away from her to go back into the house, but stopped as he heard her grunt rather loudly. “Come on…!” she echoed, and despite the modesty he knew he should allow, the paladin turned around to find her robes halfway up and over her head, leaving her entire lower body exposed to the morning air. Several moments of struggling ensued before she stopped, her robes caught by her heavily-endowed chest. “Dad? You still there?” she called. “I… uh… help please?”\n\nDrenan stifled a chuckle as he rushed back to her, and after a bit of grabbing and pulling he successfully yanked the robe over her head. As modest as he’d attempted to be, Drenan had hardly had time to snap his head away before he caught sight of her exposed skin once again, and his gaze was overwhelmingly and helplessly drawn to the sight. \n\nShe’d been laying down in some form or another most every time he’d seen her, but standing up in front of the raised bath was almost more than he could bare. Despite her injured state, she looked like a goddess to him, standing with her back mostly to him for a long, absolutely timeless moment. Natural, chocolate brown fur adorned her entire figure with the exception of a cluster of white spots along the back of her inner left thigh and a single spot on the back of her right shoulder. The steady workings of toned muscles were much more apparent in her arms and legs with her relaxed posture, and the gentle curves of her back had seen more combat than she’d been up front about. Such curves led his gaze pleasurably down to a perfectly curved, exceptionally round rump which seemed to practically call to him to place his hands upon its undeniably soft exterior and squeeze until he couldn’t hold it any longer. \n\nAll of this ran through Drenan’s head in a flash, and as the robe fell to the grass her head turned in what seemed to be slow motion to look at him, and as she did so the side of her torso came with it, revealing to him the full side of her powerfully-endowed chest and the gentle, but pronounced, curve of her chubby belly. The gentle touch of gravity was clear in the curve of her breasts, but such a touch only enhanced their natural beauty. Their size alone would have been enough to make a grown male beg for her company, considering even Drenan’s hands would likely barely be able to contain them. As strong as she was, she’d never been shy about giving in to her sweet tooth, and it showed in her figure, but such thoughts were the last things on his mind.\n\nThe fleeting moment lingered as stunned as he was, and such a moment lasted long enough for Lyrah’s cheeks to flush as she looked at her stunned father. “Um, thanks, dad,” she piped up, and flushing even more she made a weak attempt to straighten her mane a bit as she caught his stare. Still he seemed stunned, and while her reflexes briefly screamed to her to cover herself, this time Lyrah simply dismissed them. She know he’d had to have seen her nude to patch her up the night before, so why should she care anymore? He was her father after all. She tried to stifle a reflexive giggle at the whole situation and turned back to the tub’s steps. \n\n* * * * * 15\n\nAn unsteady first step snapped Drenan from his little reverie, and as if to catch her he darted to her side, one hand coming to rest on her bare lower back as the other reached to gently clasp her own. “Easy now,” he offered and tenderly guided her up the steps and over the rim of the warmed tub. Lyrah let out a deep exhale as she slowly sunk into the bath water, the warmth relaxing the dull pain of her wounds as it washed over her bandages. She sunk down slowly and took a deep breath before dunking her head beneath the water, coming back up and wringing out her mane before shifting to sit along one edge of the tub and prop both arms outstretched along the tub’s edges.\n\n“Mmmh, that feels really good,” she remarked, closing her eyes and letting the warmth take her away. As she relaxed, Drenan slipped back into the house and returned with fresh bandage rolls, and keeping his focus on her arms he began to cautiously unwrap her wounds. As her first arm came free, he found himself relieved that the scratches were already healing and clotted.\n\n“Good. These could have been much worse, as many as there are,” he observed, yet started to apply a new layer anyway.\n\n“I owe you one, huh,” she stated more than asked with a cheeky smile, eyes still closed.\n\nDrenan had never been known to be much of a jokester, or at least not a tactful one, but seeing the opportunity at hand he couldn’t resist a subtle jab. “Maybe a new rug would suffice.”\n\nLyrah’s eyes went as wide as saucers, and like a sneeze the shock of the remark caused her to flinch so harshly that her muzzle dipped under the water as she inhaled, in turn provoking a heavy fit of wet coughing. Drenan gently patted her bare back until she regained composure, though she simply went back to her seated position, avoiding eye contact. “Why? What, uh, what happened to your rug?”\n\nThe elder male gently finished his work and walked over to her other arm. “Oh, I noticed it was a bit damp this morning. I figured you knew something about it.”\n\nLyrah’s words only came after a long pause. “W-well, I can wash it for you if you want, to get the smell out.”\n\n“Mmh,” he mumbled for a short moment, wondering how far he should take it. “I don’t recall saying anything about a smell.”\n\n“I-I just assumed,” she backpedaled quickly.\n\nWith a sigh, Drenan looked up at her. “Lyrah, look at me.” It was slow, but eventually Lyrah’s gaze met her father’s, and in her fear she sunk down until just her nose and eyes were above the edge of the tub. “Do you know what happened to the rug in my room?”\n\n“Yes,” she replied quietly.\n\n“Do you want to tell me about it?”\n\nA slight pause. “Noooo.”\n\nThe elder male couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you say so. I’ll expect an explanation later tonight though, you know. Now get back up here so I can finish.”\n\nLyrah nodded meekly and did as asked, knowing full well that the discussion wasn’t over. She didn’t exactly feel forthcoming about being something of a pervert to her own father as much as she wanted to tell him how she felt about him.\n\nA few minutes later Drenan inspected the new bandages. “Those should last for no-,” he began, but was cut short as he suddenly lurched forward and clutched his side with an unpleasant groan.\n\nLyrah immediately shot up to look at him. “Dad? You okay?”\n\n“Nngh, just pain. Only hurt,” he rumbled and tried to smile. “I’ll live. Just enjoy your bath,” he instructed and turned away.\n\nHe’d only just begun to walk away when Lyrah interjected. “If it hurts, the water might help you too! I can enchant it.”\n\nBoth parties froze to let the words hang in the air. It was a meaningful offer from a concerned daughter, but at the same time both knew what it meant for him to accept it. Drenan turned back and opened his mouth to interject, but another spike of pain cut his words off completely with another groan. His mind raced as he grappled with the potential, but the pain was too great for him to argue. “Maybe you’re right,” he submitted somewhat hesitantly.\n\nLyrah averted her gaze toward the horizon. “Well… we’re both adults here, right? It’s okay if you’re hurt, y’know?”\n\n“You have a point,” he admitted and began to carefully pull off his own morning robes. If he’d had any luck suppressing his erection before, that luck had flown out the window the second that robe came off. The cool morning breeze felt pleasant to his bare fur, but he couldn’t help but feel at least mildly self-conscious about being seen in the nude. He’d already seen Lyrah multiple times, but as far as he knew he may have only been seen once, if at all.\n\nDrenan fixed his gaze on Lyrah, ensuring that she continued to look away until he’d stepped up and into the warm bath water. The tub was plenty big for the two of them, maybe even big enough to fit two more, but as long as his legs were, Drenan’s hooves brushed helplessly against Lyrah’s once he’d sat down, silently thankful that the water was just high enough to conceal his now-throbbing erection. “You good, dad?” she asked somewhat meekly, a gentle wisp of color apparent in her cheeks.\n\n“Yes, thank you,” he echoed back with warm cheeks, which in turn caused her to turn and smile at him.\n\nLyrah seemed to edge a bit closer to him, her finger swirling little circles in the water that left a soft, glowing trail of aqua blue color. “That feel good? I added a little enchantment to the water. It should help heal us a bit better.”\n\nThe elder tauren couldn’t help but smile. “Well aren’t you the one with the fancy tricks now, hmm? You’ve learned so much since you’ve been gone. I’ve been finding it hard to handle lately, I’ll admit.” The young woman giggled softly, but Drenan cut her off gently as she opened her mouth to reply. “I’ve also noticed a distinct lack of modesty since you’ve gotten home. Very unlike you,” he added in a slightly less amused tone. He’d been waiting for the right time to call her out on it for a while, and despite the newly-found desires he was genuinely concerned for her.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"* * * * * 11
\tThe door to Drenan’s room was not completely closed as a sliver of flickering light lit a thin line from the opening to the opposite wall. Lyrah seldom noticed her father’s door to be open at night, and with greater concern she hobbled up to it and peeked through the crack. Just a sliver of her father’s bed came into view along with a slight bit of his dark almond-furred chest. She couldn’t tell whether or not he was breathing, but a shift in her position gave her a glimpse of his bandaged wound. The bandages had taken well, but a gentle red stain could be seen through them. They hadn’t bled through yet, but they would need changing before too long, she knew.
\tShe looked down at herself once again for a brief moment to consider what she was doing, but the thought of her injured father immediately caused her to throw caution to the wind. Naked and determined, Lyrah pushed his door open slowly and hobbled into his room, only to stop dead at the side of his bed. Drenan was indeed laying on his back, but due to his wound it appeared he hadn’t bothered to get under the sheets, and in turn Lyrah helplessly had to stare with intense interest at her father’s fully nude body. Aside from her father’s scrolls, Lyrah had yet to see a naked male before, let alone one in person, but as many people as she’d met in her travels she felt Drenan had to be an exceptional example. Even after years of service, Drenan’s chest was as muscular as could be, and it showed splendidly without a stitch to cover his well-toned abdomen and arms, save for the bandages against his side. His legs were no exception either, though such muscles could hardly be considered over the top for a tauren. Next to his bed was a small nightstand with a flickering candle and several rolls of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic atop it.
Lyrah’s eyes ran up and down his body rapidly, and while his muscular figure had her interest, it was what laid between his legs that left her short of breath. Laying flaccid over his left thigh was his natural manhood, easily half the length of her forearm and about half as thick, devoid of fur with a gently tapered tip that appeared to reflect a drop or two of moisture from the candlelight. Beneath it at its base rested his furred pair of jewels, so to speak, each of which appeared about the size of an average golf ball.
The young woman was hardly ignorant of the difference between a male and a female, but seeing an actual male’s manhood in person was much different. The thought of him being her father was temporarily swept from her mind as she tenderly let two fingers come to rest on his left ankle and gently glide up along his furred leg and thigh before inching dangerously close to his flaccid flesh. With a deep breath she lifted her hand and gently draped her fingers around his thick shaft, scooping the length up off his thigh to hold it upright and inspect it more closely. She couldn’t hope to describe how she felt emotionally at the time, but instinctually she found herself powerfully attracted to it.
Lyrah’s open hand moved to touch it as well, and as she began to gently touch and maneuver the flesh between her dexterous fingers, her sleeping father let out a soft moan between sleeping breaths. She froze immediately at the sound and reflexively yanked her hands away from him, yet his manhood did not fall enough to touch his thigh again. The newly-discovered flesh remained upright and appeared to grow even longer and thicker than before until it stood bolt upright in the air with a gentle curve to Drenan’s left. His daughter watched him warily for a long moment to ensure he was still asleep before returning her attention to the unusual appendage, once again taking hold of it and fondling it with increased interest.
The flesh was hard, but incredibly soft beneath her fingers, and it seemed to radiate a gentle, comforting heat the more she touched it. Its tip continued to reflect the candlelight, but as time went the droplets of liquid seemed to become more plentiful until one silently descended down the bottom side of his shaft. Lyrah shifted her hands to keep from touching it, rather she chose to watch it like a child would watch a bug crawl across the ground. As it neared the base of his shaft, she decided to flick a single finger across it to scoop it up, briefly inspect it, and instinctually pop it in her mouth.
The little droplet left a mildly salty taste in her mouth, but to her surprise the gentle taste struck her as delicious as a piece of candy. Maybe it was its taboo nature, maybe it was simply due to the new experience, or maybe it genuinely did taste like the Earthmother’s ambrosia, but whatever the case, Lyrah immediately leaned in and ran her tongue up along the trail the droplet had left and flicked over the head of Drenan’s length to scoop up every drop of his male nectar. The simple stroke brought forth another moan from Drenan, this one louder and more intense, yet with it came even more drops of the sticky liquid.
\tIt was that moan that snapped Lyrah back to her father’s injury. She didn’t want him to disturb his rest, but at the same time the bandages needed changing, and her newfound interest seemed to make him stir as well. The moans that touching his length brought forth were clearly ones of pleasure, but as she started to pull at his bandages, the following groan was clearly and agonizingly pained. If she kept it up, she knew she’d wake him. Being the resourceful healer she was, naturally she figured she’d try to put two and two together, so with tender care she grasped the base and began to lick her father’s shaft while simultaneously beginning to remove his bandages with her free hand.
\tWith a lick and a pull at the same time, Drenan’s moan outweighed the painful groan by a longshot. Satisfied with the method, Lyrah began to work, quickly pulling the rest of the bandages away as her tongue ran up and down his length and lapping up droplets of his pre-seed when they showed themselves. The sticky bandages pulled unpleasantly at his fur, but after the last one gave way the new bandages went on much more easily after an application of antiseptic. Her first aid was not nearly as skillful as her father’s but it was certainly good enough to last him until morning. She had difficulty seeing the wound itself from her angle, but in truth she was not overly fond of blood or guts.
\tDrenan’s subconscious moans came evenly as she worked, though the closer she got to finishing her work, the louder they seemed to become. Once the bandages were finished she began to pull away, but the soft echo from her father of a faint, “Don’t…” prompted her otherwise. She knew well how to masturbate, and she had to assume he was enjoying it as she might if she were in his place. To top it off, she also knew what it felt like to have to stop halfway through, so unless she wanted to torment her father she knew she had to finish the job, not that she particularly minded.
\tWith renewed vigor she began her licking again twofold, her right hand moving to his base as her left hand dropped between his legs to curiously caress his hefty balls. Every touch seemed to intensify his moans as she worked, and within a minute she could feel his body begin to tighten and clench beneath her touch. She’d seen depictions in scrolls where the male would let loose his nectar, but considering she had not seen such a display yet, she assumed it had to happen at the very end. If he happened to finish, she knew it would make a heck of a mess over both of them, and despite the lack of caution she was uncertain as to whether she wanted to get caught. With this in mind, she quickly popped her lips over his cockhead, and not a moment later a heavy groan from Drenan brought forth an eruption of his hot, sticky seed inside her mouth.
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\tLyrah had to stifle a moan of her own as she drank his delicious nectar, swallowing every drop and pulling away once his eruptions had subsided. The male now had a gentle smile on his face, and his unintelligible murmurs hinted that he was having a pleasant dream to go with his sleeping climax. His manhood quickly began to grow flaccid once again, for which she was thankful to avoid suspicion. She licked her lips fondly and let a hand drop between her legs, only to find that the fur along her thighs was thoroughly soaked. Apparently she’d enjoyed the encounter more than she’d imagined, and a single touch between her own legs left her wanting for more. Just looking at her father’s bare body was enough to set her nethers on fire with lust, and right then and there was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
\tGently she scooted on the floor until her back was against the wall right next to the door. The side of her father’s naked body was open fully to her view, and even his flaccid manhood was visible, having slumped over his left thigh once again. She planted her feet and spread her legs wide as her right hand dropped to her womanhood while her left crossed her chest to barely cup her own right breast. Her sharp, azure eyes ran along his bare body over and over as her fingers dexterously maneuvered her virgin petals, flicking over her little clit with swift strokes and softly pressing past her tender folds simultaneously.
The taboo nature of her thoughts was almost overwhelmingly desirable, thoughts of mating with her father, of him and her mimicking the lewd positions drawn in every scroll she’d ever read, of looking him in the eye and kissing him lovingly as she clung to him, mewling and begging for him to show her how much he loved his little girl. Her fingers closed in to softly pinch her right nipple, squeezing and shaking the mound of flesh vigorously as waves of pleasure shot through her. The hand between her legs slipped her finger even further inside herself and began to softly pump in and out of her, her mind imagining it to be Drenan himself. It was hardly more than a few minutes before the young woman’s propped legs began to tremble. The fur on the back of her neck bristled as her pleasure began to well powerfully within her. Her nipples and clit grew all the more sensitive as she pinched and vigorously flicked them, her thighs quivering and closing in front of her. Her eyes began to close as she grew more sensitive, yet she struggled to keep them open and flitting between her father’s face and his manhood. She bit her lip to try and stifle her moans, yet sounds began to uncontrollably escape her in pleasurable squeaks. Her thighs would open and close as each passing wave would get closer, then fade briefly before another would swell up, each one tempting to push her over the edge.
“Da… daddy…!” she finally squeaked, her eyes sealing shut as her back arched, her thighs clenched, and her fingers clamped down upon her nipple. She penetrated herself and rubbed herself as quickly as she could, and all at once that final, great wave of pleasure hit her like a ton of bricks. Her entire body tensed as the climax hit, washing over her and coursing through every limb, every vein, all at the thought of her own father ravishing her like a wild animal. Despite her clenched thighs, bursts of her nectar escaped between them and onto the floor rug, drenching both it and the inside of her legs almost all the way to her hooves.
Her entire body spasmed in delight again and again, her hooves cushioned by the rug to try and keep as quiet as possible, though her control over her body was minimal at best. Within a minute it was over, and she quietly slumped against the wall, breathing heavily, eyes barely open as she thought of her own father in the most taboo way imaginable. She watched as the male stirred in his sleep on the bed, rolling to one side until his back and toned rump were facing her. She couldn’t have moved to escape even if she’d wanted to.
Many long minutes passed as she laid there and allowed the waves of pleasure to take their course. As the last few waves began to subside, however, reality was quick to come crashing back down upon her. Her eyes shot back open wide as she realized exactly what she’d done. Lyrah felt she’d essentially assaulted her father without him even knowing it happened, and while she understood she had feelings for him, she knew nothing of how he would react if he found something like that out, not to mention the possibility that she’d made him cheat on Shele.
With a mixture of thoughts from fear to panic to anger in her newly muddled clarity, Lyrah hopped up quietly and bolted out of the room, shot into her own, shut the door behind her and flopped onto her cushion bed, head buried under her pillow, and screamed with all her might. It took her many long minutes before she could calm herself again, but as mentally and physically exhausted as she was, the familiar sound of sleep calling her was too much to ignore. Lyrah flopped onto her back heavily and spread herself atop the mussed covers before falling into a fitful sleep.
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\tYet again the morning sun brought Drenan back to the waking world, though as he sat up the dull pain in his side reminded him sharply of the previous day’s events. As his hand went to the wound he looked down to inspect it, but he was quick to realize that the bandages weren’t the same. Did he get up and change them? His mind wandered back in memory to the night before, of him staggering into his room, disrobing, and patching himself up before passing out from sheer exhaustion and blood loss. There was no way he could have had the energy.
\tThe wound was somewhat tender to the touch, but as he pulled his hand away he happened to accidentally brush his own morning wood, but compared to usual he found his flesh quite tender, not to mention covered thoroughly in what appeared to be some sort of dry liquid. Any memories of his dreams vanished as he tried to recall them. It had been years since he’d experienced his puberty and longer since he’d recalled having a climax while asleep, so naturally his confusion turned into uncomprehending suspicion.
Such suspicion was bolstered as he swung his legs over the bed and onto the rug, which made an unusual, faint squishing sound as he stepped upon it. While he had little feeling in his hooves, he bent down to touch the rug and find half of it was still quite damp, while the rest was dried and slightly crunchy. He poked one thick finger into the damp rug, pulled it away and gave it a quick sniff. They’d never had a pet in the house and this certainly didn’t smell like it, and with a flick of his tongue his senses were met with a unique taste unlike anything he’d tasted in years. While his memory wasn’t perfect, the taste instantly brought back some of his fondest, yet saddest, memories with his late wife in the very bed he’d just left.
From his years of service, Drenan knew to be tactful. He was slow to rule things out that weren’t entirely impossible, and after what Lyrah had gone through the day before, confronting her with this right as she woke up wouldn’t help things. The truth of the matter was, in his eyes, if his suspicion was true, the temptations he’d been having lately would grow all the more… well, tempting, and the struggle as to whether he should be flattered or disturbed had yet to find an ending. Either way, he couldn’t simply stand in his room forever to debate, so with a deep breath he stepped off the damp rug, pulled on his morning robes, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
To the elder tauren’s surprise, Lyrah was already awake and hunched atop a cushion holding a half-eaten platter of cooked raptor eggs. She had her own morning robes on this time, clearly unmotivated to wear much else, with the bandages on her arms showing just past the cuffs of the sleeves. It was clear she’d grown since she’d last worn the robe, however, as its bottom fringe just barely covered her rump, and the top of the robe compressed her chest tightly.
“Morning,” he offered gently and sat down close next to his daughter. He leaned over to look at her, only to find her azure eyes looking dull and unfocused.
She returned with a rough groan before setting down her platter to rub her eyes firmly, though she still didn’t look at him. “Mmmornin’.”
Drenan sized her up slowly. “You don’t look very good, sweetheart. How are your injuries feeling? Too painful to sleep?”
Lyrah looked down at her arms and rolled up her sleeves for a moment. “They’re okay.”
“They probably need to be changed,” he added, softly taking her left arm and turning it over to inspect it. “No bleeding through, that’s good, but we don’t want them sticking too much either while they heal.”
“Mmh,” she half-heartedly agreed.
The paladin gave an immense look of concern toward his daughter. “Lyrah, is everything alright? Do you want to talk about yesterday?”
Lyrah swallowed hard as her gaze finally turned up slowly to meet his, her brow slightly furrowed. “What’s your deal with Shele, dad? I wanna know.”
Drenan reflexively seemed to shift backwards slightly, but with a focused mind he kept his composure. “Well, you’re an adult now, Lyrah, so I suppose you should at least know who’s been around the house. Shele comes to visit about once a week to tend to the garden out back. I can’t grow anything to save my life, you know that,” he added with a light chuckle.
Lyrah was hardly fazed. “Did you mate with her?” she asked as bluntly as could be.
Drenan gave his daughter’s wrist a light squeeze, struggling not to act offended at what he felt should be considered an invasive question. “She… she attempted to initiate the act not long after you left home.”
“And?” Lyrah asked, eyes never once leaving his.
The paladin let out a deep exhale before responding. “I turned her down. It did not feel right, nor did I care for her enough to feel comfortable with such an intimate act. I’ve always believed in love before lust –I was hoping I taught you well enough before you left home– so I abstained.”
The young woman’s steeled expression melted away with his words into one of sadness. “R-really?”
Drenan’s matched her look with one of understanding. “I wouldn’t lie to you, sweetheart. Shele is lovely, but she is no match for who your mother was, and even when you’re not home I feel I have to keep my attentions ready in case you return.” The elder male smiled gently and squeezed her hand again.
Lyrah sniffed softly as her eyes began to water. She realized she’d overreacted the day before, and ultimately felt ashamed that she’d thought so negatively of a woman who’d been nothing but nice to her and her father. “I’m so sorry, dad,” she echoed and suddenly plunged her face into her father’s chest, who in turn wrapped his powerful arms around her as she sobbed. “I’m so sorry for running off, so sorry for getting mad, so sorry…!”
Drenan was only so comprehending of the complex emotions of a young woman, but even so he had no judgment to deal upon her, nor any anger or shame. Merely understanding. His embrace tightened around her as he sunk his chin against the back of her head. “Shhhhh, everything’s alright, Lyrah. I’m just glad you’re safe and happy above all else. Just… try not to do that again, hmm?” He punctuated his thought with another gentle chuckle.
Lyrah’s sobs were interrupted by a weepy chuckle of her own, her head turning upward to look at him with a teary-eyed smile. “Of course, dad. I won’t, I promise.” With tender care, Drenan softly pulled his daughter right into his lap and held her as she let her emotions pour out. He figured she probably hadn’t had a good cry in a long time as intense as it was, and everyone needs a good one from time to time. Many minutes passed before her sobs subsided, and as they did so she wiped her eyes, looked up at her father with a smile, and gave him a soft, loving kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, dad. I… I feel a bit better.”
The paladin cocked an eyebrow, his tone much more lighthearted. “Just a bit? That’s no good at all.” He looked briefly back at her bandages. “I think we should get those changed, hmm? Anything I can do to help?”
She sniffed one last time and smiled somewhat shyly. “Maybe a hot bath could be nice?”
“I think that’s perfectly manageable,” he offered warmly. “Let me go start the fire for the bath. You just relax yourself until it’s ready. Just try and take it easy, and once you’re done we can get those bandages changed.”
* * * * * 14
Lyrah nodded in agreement and embraced him one last time before he lowered her back off his lap. Drenan cringed slightly as he stood due to his own wound, and with one last smile toward Lyrah he turned away and headed for a door to the back of the house. He gave a quick, silent thanks to his own body for keeping his hormones under control when they needed to be, but the second he opened the back door to their enclosed yard, his morning tent was free to crop back up beneath his robes. He’d tried not to look, but he had many free glimpses of Lyrah’s rump as he’d held her, and the images he’d been collecting in his head were beginning to pile up more than he’d realized.
Their backyard was fenced off with solid wood pickets, though it hardly mattered considering they had no neighbors within three miles. Two gates at its back led to a vegetable garden and an animal pen, while the yard itself had two sizeable trees with a hammock suspended between them and a large wooden tub suspended above the ground with an enclosed fire pit beneath it. A small hut along one edge of the fence was filled with dried wood for tinder, and a sizeable pond at the far corner was deep enough to paddle around in for quick swims. Drenan had worked hard to make a little sort of paradise for the two of them there over the years, and while it may not have looked like much, it was enough for him to be satisfied with.
The flames caught quickly with fresh wood, and the metal around it was quick to heat the water above. It only took a few minutes for the water to level out in temperature, and with a satisfied nod he strode back into the house to find Lyrah sitting exactly where he’d left her. “The bath should be ready, sweetheart.” He gave her a sideways glance as she turned to look at him. “Can you walk okay? You need help getting there?”
She nodded silently, shifting her robe to show the bandages at her leg had been tinted a brighter red than he’d realized.
“Okay, hold still,” he cautioned and knelt down next to her. With hardly any struggle he scooped her into his arms as he used to when she was little. Lyrah wrapped her arms happily around his neck as he carried her, and moments later he lowered her down to stand outside the warmed bath.
“Thank you, dad,” he added and leaned up to kiss his cheek again. His cheeks flushed slightly at the gesture, and while he genuinely appreciated it, he had to wonder if it was exceptional happiness or something else that motivated the gesture. Drenan had turned away from her to go back into the house, but stopped as he heard her grunt rather loudly. “Come on…!” she echoed, and despite the modesty he knew he should allow, the paladin turned around to find her robes halfway up and over her head, leaving her entire lower body exposed to the morning air. Several moments of struggling ensued before she stopped, her robes caught by her heavily-endowed chest. “Dad? You still there?” she called. “I… uh… help please?”
Drenan stifled a chuckle as he rushed back to her, and after a bit of grabbing and pulling he successfully yanked the robe over her head. As modest as he’d attempted to be, Drenan had hardly had time to snap his head away before he caught sight of her exposed skin once again, and his gaze was overwhelmingly and helplessly drawn to the sight.
She’d been laying down in some form or another most every time he’d seen her, but standing up in front of the raised bath was almost more than he could bare. Despite her injured state, she looked like a goddess to him, standing with her back mostly to him for a long, absolutely timeless moment. Natural, chocolate brown fur adorned her entire figure with the exception of a cluster of white spots along the back of her inner left thigh and a single spot on the back of her right shoulder. The steady workings of toned muscles were much more apparent in her arms and legs with her relaxed posture, and the gentle curves of her back had seen more combat than she’d been up front about. Such curves led his gaze pleasurably down to a perfectly curved, exceptionally round rump which seemed to practically call to him to place his hands upon its undeniably soft exterior and squeeze until he couldn’t hold it any longer.
All of this ran through Drenan’s head in a flash, and as the robe fell to the grass her head turned in what seemed to be slow motion to look at him, and as she did so the side of her torso came with it, revealing to him the full side of her powerfully-endowed chest and the gentle, but pronounced, curve of her chubby belly. The gentle touch of gravity was clear in the curve of her breasts, but such a touch only enhanced their natural beauty. Their size alone would have been enough to make a grown male beg for her company, considering even Drenan’s hands would likely barely be able to contain them. As strong as she was, she’d never been shy about giving in to her sweet tooth, and it showed in her figure, but such thoughts were the last things on his mind.
The fleeting moment lingered as stunned as he was, and such a moment lasted long enough for Lyrah’s cheeks to flush as she looked at her stunned father. “Um, thanks, dad,” she piped up, and flushing even more she made a weak attempt to straighten her mane a bit as she caught his stare. Still he seemed stunned, and while her reflexes briefly screamed to her to cover herself, this time Lyrah simply dismissed them. She know he’d had to have seen her nude to patch her up the night before, so why should she care anymore? He was her father after all. She tried to stifle a reflexive giggle at the whole situation and turned back to the tub’s steps.
* * * * * 15
An unsteady first step snapped Drenan from his little reverie, and as if to catch her he darted to her side, one hand coming to rest on her bare lower back as the other reached to gently clasp her own. “Easy now,” he offered and tenderly guided her up the steps and over the rim of the warmed tub. Lyrah let out a deep exhale as she slowly sunk into the bath water, the warmth relaxing the dull pain of her wounds as it washed over her bandages. She sunk down slowly and took a deep breath before dunking her head beneath the water, coming back up and wringing out her mane before shifting to sit along one edge of the tub and prop both arms outstretched along the tub’s edges.
“Mmmh, that feels really good,” she remarked, closing her eyes and letting the warmth take her away. As she relaxed, Drenan slipped back into the house and returned with fresh bandage rolls, and keeping his focus on her arms he began to cautiously unwrap her wounds. As her first arm came free, he found himself relieved that the scratches were already healing and clotted.
“Good. These could have been much worse, as many as there are,” he observed, yet started to apply a new layer anyway.
“I owe you one, huh,” she stated more than asked with a cheeky smile, eyes still closed.
Drenan had never been known to be much of a jokester, or at least not a tactful one, but seeing the opportunity at hand he couldn’t resist a subtle jab. “Maybe a new rug would suffice.”
Lyrah’s eyes went as wide as saucers, and like a sneeze the shock of the remark caused her to flinch so harshly that her muzzle dipped under the water as she inhaled, in turn provoking a heavy fit of wet coughing. Drenan gently patted her bare back until she regained composure, though she simply went back to her seated position, avoiding eye contact. “Why? What, uh, what happened to your rug?”
The elder male gently finished his work and walked over to her other arm. “Oh, I noticed it was a bit damp this morning. I figured you knew something about it.”
Lyrah’s words only came after a long pause. “W-well, I can wash it for you if you want, to get the smell out.”
“Mmh,” he mumbled for a short moment, wondering how far he should take it. “I don’t recall saying anything about a smell.”
“I-I just assumed,” she backpedaled quickly.
With a sigh, Drenan looked up at her. “Lyrah, look at me.” It was slow, but eventually Lyrah’s gaze met her father’s, and in her fear she sunk down until just her nose and eyes were above the edge of the tub. “Do you know what happened to the rug in my room?”
“Yes,” she replied quietly.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
A slight pause. “Noooo.”
The elder male couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you say so. I’ll expect an explanation later tonight though, you know. Now get back up here so I can finish.”
Lyrah nodded meekly and did as asked, knowing full well that the discussion wasn’t over. She didn’t exactly feel forthcoming about being something of a pervert to her own father as much as she wanted to tell him how she felt about him.
A few minutes later Drenan inspected the new bandages. “Those should last for no-,” he began, but was cut short as he suddenly lurched forward and clutched his side with an unpleasant groan.
Lyrah immediately shot up to look at him. “Dad? You okay?”
“Nngh, just pain. Only hurt,” he rumbled and tried to smile. “I’ll live. Just enjoy your bath,” he instructed and turned away.
He’d only just begun to walk away when Lyrah interjected. “If it hurts, the water might help you too! I can enchant it.”
Both parties froze to let the words hang in the air. It was a meaningful offer from a concerned daughter, but at the same time both knew what it meant for him to accept it. Drenan turned back and opened his mouth to interject, but another spike of pain cut his words off completely with another groan. His mind raced as he grappled with the potential, but the pain was too great for him to argue. “Maybe you’re right,” he submitted somewhat hesitantly.
Lyrah averted her gaze toward the horizon. “Well… we’re both adults here, right? It’s okay if you’re hurt, y’know?”
“You have a point,” he admitted and began to carefully pull off his own morning robes. If he’d had any luck suppressing his erection before, that luck had flown out the window the second that robe came off. The cool morning breeze felt pleasant to his bare fur, but he couldn’t help but feel at least mildly self-conscious about being seen in the nude. He’d already seen Lyrah multiple times, but as far as he knew he may have only been seen once, if at all.
Drenan fixed his gaze on Lyrah, ensuring that she continued to look away until he’d stepped up and into the warm bath water. The tub was plenty big for the two of them, maybe even big enough to fit two more, but as long as his legs were, Drenan’s hooves brushed helplessly against Lyrah’s once he’d sat down, silently thankful that the water was just high enough to conceal his now-throbbing erection. “You good, dad?” she asked somewhat meekly, a gentle wisp of color apparent in her cheeks.
“Yes, thank you,” he echoed back with warm cheeks, which in turn caused her to turn and smile at him.
Lyrah seemed to edge a bit closer to him, her finger swirling little circles in the water that left a soft, glowing trail of aqua blue color. “That feel good? I added a little enchantment to the water. It should help heal us a bit better.”
The elder tauren couldn’t help but smile. “Well aren’t you the one with the fancy tricks now, hmm? You’ve learned so much since you’ve been gone. I’ve been finding it hard to handle lately, I’ll admit.” The young woman giggled softly, but Drenan cut her off gently as she opened her mouth to reply. “I’ve also noticed a distinct lack of modesty since you’ve gotten home. Very unlike you,” he added in a slightly less amused tone. He’d been waiting for the right time to call her out on it for a while, and despite the newly-found desires he was genuinely concerned for her.
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