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I know druids seem very highly-liked here, but unfortunately Shele may not appear for a while yet again. She was brought in as a setup for later and I do intend for her to return, but it'll be a few parts until then. For now, enjoy!\n\nTumblr! - benrioteworks.tumblr.com\n\nAlso for the interested, I've been working on a mother-son straight shota story in my free time. Catch of it is they're trolls, so a curious question for the experienced at inkbunny: If I were to post it here, would I get flack for making them trolls? Are trolls considered non-humanoid enough to be acceptable? I'd hate for it to get taken down or flagged or anything.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Another piece! I know druids seem very highly-liked here, but unfortunately Shele may not appear for a while yet again. She was brought in as a setup for later and I do intend for her to return, but it'll be a few parts until then. For now, enjoy!
Tumblr! - benrioteworks.tumblr.com
Also for the interested, I've been working on a mother-son straight shota story in my free time. Catch of it is they're trolls, so a curious question for the experienced at inkbunny: If I were to post it here, would I get flack for making them trolls? Are trolls considered non-humanoid enough to be acceptable? I'd hate for it to get taken down or flagged or anything.","writing":"* * * * * 21\n\n\tDespite Drenan’s absence, Lyrah was far from bored. The young woman was utterly elated by the recent developments between her and her father, and as the realizations began to set in, she found herself becoming surprisingly nervous. She’d never actually mated with a male before, and aside from the numerous lewd scrolls she’d acquired and read, coupled with her masturbation habits, the actual act was a slight mystery to her. Yes, she understood the act of penetration, but stationary images could only do so much to convey the intense movement and emotions involved. Lyrah was more than self-confident, but she still couldn’t help but feel a tingle of nervousness at the thought of giving herself to him.\n\n\tShe wanted things to be perfect, not for herself, but for him. She believed him when he said he hadn’t had a mate since her mother, so in turn she wanted him to feel special, or as special as she could imagine anyway. He’d been nothing but good to her in her mind, so she wanted to do more than just give her inexperienced body to him to show that love. As soon as his wyvern had taken off, Lyrah had made a quick route of their home and drawn all the shades and curtains. She had no desire, nor intention, of putting on clothes that day, and the feeling of being so exposed, safely so, kept her inner thighs slightly slick with her fresh nectar.\n\n\tOnce satisfied that prying eyes would not be an issue, Lyrah began her careful work to prep for the evening. Seldom had she ever been in her father’s bedroom alone, but today she had no fear as she entered and carefully tidied up his bed. The bed itself was truly a marvel of engineering. Her father had designed the four-poster bed himself as a gift to his mate many years before, and while it appeared solid wood on the outside, the inside frame and post cores were solid titanium hand-mined from Northrend. Not even the wildest tauren could make that bed break, let alone bend.\n\n\tBy the time Lyrah was finished, his leathery sheets had been replaced with a set of pristine silk sheets. As an added touch, she rummaged through the house and procured a pair of fresh rain-scented candles to perch on the bedside tables. Drenan often liked candles on rainy days or during baths to mask the occasional unpleasantness of wet fur, but he still seemed to love the smell of rain. Her work continued as she made up her own bed, just in case, and further went about the entire house to happily clean whatever appeared to need it. She hummed a happy orcish tune as she worked, pleasantly wiggling her rump and dancing about freely for no other reason than she desired it. She found herself happy and with almost no cares at all for the first time in years.\n\n\tAbout halfway through her work, her happy reverie was silenced by a sudden rap on the front door. Her father wouldn’t have knocked on their own front door, so the fur on the back of Lyrah’s neck was immediately on edge. With a squeak of realization she darted for her room, and in a slight panic she grabbed one of the dirtied leather sheets she’d pulled off her bed and wrapped it tightly around her, covering her hefty bust down to her ankles. She silently thanked herself for not grabbing any of the thin linen sheets as she made for the door, frustrated as the rapping echoed against its wood a second time. She flicked open a little compartment at the center of the door to look through a small lens her father had built into it, and on the other side she caught sight of none other than Farseer Keldah.\n\n\tAs well as she new the man, her state of undress was enough for her to leave the chain on the door and simply open it just enough to see the man, her body twisted so only her head and neck were visible. “Farseer, what a surprise! It’s been so long.”\n\n\tThe elder Farseer smiled pleasantly. “Indeed it has, Lyrah. I hope you’ve been well, but I heard you were involved in an incident at the Darkmoon Faire yesterday, no?”\n\n\tLyrah returned his smile. “Yeah, no, kind of. It was just a wolf attack. I’m alright,” she assured him.\n\n\t“Are you certain? Are your wounds healing?” he asked in a heavily-concerned tone.\n\n\t“Oh yes, for sure. I’m still a little out of it is all. Dad’s… out to get me some medicine,” she lied, silently proud of herself for such quick-thinking.\n\n\tThe Farseer’s demeanor seemed to shift slightly, though she couldn’t hope to describe the odd and subtle change. “Oh? I may have some medicine with me now, if you’d like.” He started to rummage through a pouch at his waist.\n\n\tLyrah really didn’t want him in the house. She threw modesty to the wind around her father, but without any clothing at all she really didn’t want her teacher around. “I really appreciate the thought, Farseer, but I’m gonna have to pass. I need to get some more rest before dad gets home.”\n\n\t“Are you certain?” he asked with a step toward the door. She could feel his hand as it pressed firmly against the wood on the other side. “I’m certain I could help if you’d let me, Lyrah.”\n\n\tHer eyes immediately narrowed on the other side of her crack. Keldah was a stringent teacher, but he’d always been very kind and understanding. It wasn’t like him to be so pushy. “No thank you, Farseer.”\n\n\t“Oh come now,” he protested. “We haven’t gotten to chat in ages, hmm? We could at least catch up. I’d love to see how you’ve been coming with your studies.” She felt him press more firmly against the door, but the chain that kept it together was likewise made of titanium and of her father’s design.\n\n\tHer narrowed eyes melted into an angry glare. “I’m not decent,” she stated bluntly, “And I’d much rather rest right now. We can talk another time.” \n\nShe started to push back as if to shut the door, but Keldah held fast, his expression shifting to one of disappointment. “But I came out all this way just to check on you, and you’d turn me away?”\n\nLyrah had only ever thought badly of Keldah when he’d expressed discipline when she was younger, but right then and there his pushiness was ringing all sorts of unpleasant alarms in her head. “Yes. Leave me to my rest, please.”\n\n“But Lyrah I can help. I could make it go away immediately,” he persisted.\n\n“I said leave!” she growled firmly and let go of her sheet to free a hand and let loose a powerful blast of wind through the crack of the door. The unexpected burst threw the Farseer back off his hooves and to the ground several yards away, allowing Lyrah to slam the door shut and click the two other locks shut once again. As an added caution she darted naked through the house to the backdoor and likewise latched its second and third locks. The windows had already been latched when she’d drawn the shades, and with a breath of relief she flopped onto one of the living room cushions. No more knocks or protests came from the front door, and after several minutes she got up to the peephole to see nothing outside.\n\nIf she had cared much for the Farseer in her youth, the trust had immediately disappeared. She had her suspicions now about him, but the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the good time her father and her were planning for the evening. With an irritated sigh she got back up and continued her cleaning work, smiling every time she thought of her father and frowning whenever the memory of the Farseer returned.\n\nIn the back of her mind, she knew he’d return at some point.\n\n* * * * * 22\n\n\tLyrah had gone above and beyond her initial plans that day. She’d wanted to keep herself preoccupied after the prior incident, and she’d left her leather sheet next to the door in case he should come back. Either way, she was just putting the finishing touches on a new recipe she’d wanted to try when the familiar whirr and gentle blue light filled the living room. With an exhausted grumble, Drenan stretched his arms over his head and lightly patted the pocket where he’d left the vial to be sure it was still in place.\n\n\tA few of the blinds had been released to let the last rays of the setting sun wash over the living room, which in turn simply enhanced the cozy breeze that drifted through the open windows. Before Drenan could turn around, a familiar, sweet voice rang out. “Welcome home, daddy. Everything go okay?”\n\n\tThe hulking tauren turned around to once again gaze upon the sight of his matured daughter, smiling shyly with her hands behind her back. Lyrah happily sported a tight-looking bikini-like top made of fel-green scales along with a matching bottom which looked more akin to a pair of green-scaled panties than any form of leggings, the back of which easily slipped between the crease of her rump and appeared damn near invisible. Two scale guards hang down both her thighs to form a sort of half-skirt as well, which in turn accentuated her plump bottom when she turned around. Drenan’s smile instantly returned as he stepped forward to wrap her in tender embrace. “It went better than I expected, sweetheart. I got what I needed… but…”\n\n\tHis hesitation caused Lyrah to tilt her head up to look at him, though still she clung to him lovingly. “But what?”\n\n\t“But… at a bit of a price, I fear,” he added, yet he attempted to retain an air of confidence. “I had to divulge our little secret to someone very trustworthy, but she requested something in return,” he explained honestly.\n\n\tLyrah slowly seemed to grow skeptical. “What did she want? Sex?” she asked bluntly, but not accusingly.\n\n\t“Not exactly.” Drenan paused here to softly break the hug and begin to remove his hefty plates of armor. “She requested… viewership.”\n\n\t“Viewer-,” Lyrah started, but stopped with flushed cheeks. “S-she wants to watch? Like, watch us?”\n\n\tDrenan simply nodded and stacked his armor near the front door, now standing in a pair of leathery blue pants and matching vest.\n\n\tLyrah continued her interrogation. “What did you need to get from her? Did you need it that badly?”\n\n\t“We both need this, I promise, or at least for the time being,” he explained and pulled out the vial. “This’ll keep us from having to worry about any… accidents.”\n\n\tLyrah drew close and inspected the vial. “What does it do?”\n\n\t“It keeps me from being able to, well, do to you as I did to your mother,” was the best way he could think to put it, and his words were followed by a gesture toward her curved belly.\n\n\t“Ohhhhhhh,” Lyrah cooed in understanding, her smile returning slightly. “Well, I guess it’s okay for that. It’s not like she’ll be doing anything.” Lyrah was about to sit down before another thought struck her. “Wait, who is she, anyway?”\n\n\tDrenan bit his lip as he sat opposite where Lyrah had intended, and with a lower tone, the paladin echoed, “… Shele,” softly.\n\n\tLyrah’s eyes went wide. “Oh,” was all she could say.\n\n\tThe paladin remained silent, uncertain of how to gauge his daughter’s reaction. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”\n\n\tShe seemed lost in thought for a long moment, and without a word she walked over and plopped herself down in her father’s lap, grabbed his hands, and gently wrapped them around her waist. With a gentle lean backwards she looked up at him, her muzzle next to his ear, and whispered, “I’ve never thought about having someone watch me doing intimate stuff, but I trust you dad. And… I guess it’d be a good idea to practice then. Maybe if she gets a good enough show, she won’t ask again.”\n\n\tDrenan exhaled softly in relief, and with tender care he tilted his muzzle and pressed it to hers in a loving kiss. “Let’s not worry about it for tonight, hmm? We’ve got more important matters to worry about.” With a smile he popped the cork off the vial, grabbed a wooden spoon and filled it before downing the liquid. The tauren mulled over the taste a half a moment before adding, “Mmh, frostcap. Not too bad.”\n\n\tLyrah smiled and squeezed her father before handing him a plate. “Good. I made this myself just for you, daddy. You need a good meal after a long day.” The sizeable wooden plate held several legs of tallstrider meat with a side of creamed potatoes and gravy. “Your favorite, right?”\n\n\tDrenan stared in wonder at the food. Lyrah had always been a fairly knowledgeable cook, but something about this meal seemed much more professionally-done than he’d recalled ever seeing her make. “Right… I can’t believe you remembered, sweetheart. It seems you’ve been cooking a lot since you’ve been away,” he added and grabbed one leg. A hefty bite made half the leg disappear. “Mmh! And it shows in the taste as well!”\n\n\tThe young shaman woman beamed up at her father and grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you, daddy,” she cooed softly and grabbed her own plate. Warmly she snuggled up against her father, gently ensuring that her exposed rump was nestled as far into her father’s lap as it could be, and began to eat with him.\n\n\tDrenan was hardly ignorant of how close she was, and the touch of her bottom was more than enough to bring his manhood at attention, though the constraint of his leggings was more torture than pleasure to his impressive length. Still, he did not want to rush things. His daughter’s first time was important to the both of them, and he wanted to ensure that it went right as much as she did. The paladin kept fairly quiet as the two ate, occasionally exchanging glances and merely enjoying each others’ company. Once finished, Drenan squeezed his daughter tightly with a smile. “I can’t thank you enough for that, sweetheart. That’s the best cooking I’ve had in a very long time.”\n\n\tLyrah couldn’t hold back an excited giggle as her cheeks flushed heavily. “Shucks, dad.”\n\n\tThe paladin grinned and gave her another gentle kiss. “But, I fear something’s missing,” he added and gently slipped one arm behind her back and the other beneath her legs. “I might have a proper dessert in mind, if you’re interested.”\n\n\tThe young woman hardly expected such words from her father, but any words she had in return were swept away as she was lifted into the air with ease. With a soft squeak she wrapped her arms around his neck, fully understanding what he meant but hardly believing it. “Y-yes, daddy,” she complied softly. She felt so safe in his arms as he carried her, and any plans she’d had in her head for after-dinner entertainment flew from her mind. He knew best, she felt, and she was more than happy to submit to his touch.\n\n\tThe sun was entirely gone as Drenan carried his daughter into his own room, kicking the door closed behind them. The two were nothing but nervous smiles as Lyrah was placed tenderly upon her father’s bed, and while he let her go she held fast to him and pulled him into a powerfully deep kiss.\n\n* * * * * 23\n\n\tThe only light remaining in the secluded house was in Drenan’s upstairs bedroom, though the couple hardly needed any more light than the flickering candle offered them as they laid on his bed. In the interest of taking things slow, both Drenan and Lyrah let themselves explore each others’ bodies without concern or haste. Both father and daughter shared a constant stream of loving kisses as they held each other, their three-fingered hands steadily tracing each others’ curves and contours. Lyrah’s cheeks were heavily flushed at the newfound freedom, and her touch had already found its way beneath her father’s vest and up his well-toned chest. Her fingertips glided through his thin fur with eager curiosity, and up from around his nipples they made their way downward and around to his firm rump to clench and squeeze the toned flesh.\n\n\tDrenan had not truly felt a woman’s touch in many years, and the sudden sensations around his personal areas brought color back to his own cheeks. Even In his maturity, the paladin couldn’t help but reflexively want to recoil. He’d been raised to be a champion of the light, and in turn had accepted his position as celibate since his wife had died, but his love for his daughter overcame any hesitance. He felt safe with her as he imagined she did with him, and silently he had to admire her boldness and vigor. Silencing any nervous alarm bells in his head, Drenan’s own, powerful hands slid along Lyrah’s wide hips and along her curvy belly until they found their way to her own, well-endowed chest.\n\n\t“You’re so beautiful, Lyrah,” he whispered quietly as one hand moved to attempt to cup her left breast. Even at his size, Lyrah’s endowment was more than he could handle easily, but nevertheless his curious fingers tenderly squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh. “You know I love every inch of you, right? But these…” he trailed off as he slipped his fingers beneath her scaled top to latch tenderly onto her nipple.\n\n\tThe firm touch provoked a quiet squeak from Lyrah as her eyes opened. The sporadic kisses had found a break as they touched each other, and her father’s groping sent shocks of excitement through her spine. She grinned slyly at him and puffed out her chest as best as she could. “You like these, daddy? They’re yours,” she cooed and leaned into his touch, all the while slipping her fingers down his leggings to get a better grip on his rump. “I like this a lot, really.”\n\n\t“Do you, now?” Drenan tensed and flexed what muscles he could at her touch and caused Lyrah to giggle softly. Every noise she made seemed to strike an excited chord within him. She could do no wrong in his arms, and any fear or reservation regarding his own body faded quickly. He was hers as much as she was his. Carefully, Drenan pulled her scale top up just enough to reveal her left breast to his greedy gaze, and no sooner had his hand left her breast than his lips slipped down and took her nipple in hungrily.\n\n\tThe sudden sensation brought another squeak from Lyrah and was followed by a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure. “Daddy… sensitive,” she eeked out quietly, but as he started to pull his lips away her hand shot out and pushed his head back to her. “I… didn’t mean stop.”\n\n\tDrenan silently accepted her desires and continued to ravish her nipple, his free hand flowing back down her body and slipping its way past her waistband to grope and explore her own, thick rump. Her bottom was much softer and giving compared to his own, but Drenan found the pleasant squish to be more than delightful. Just touching it wasn’t enough, however, and showing off a bit of multitasking he carefully pulled her scale bottoms off and cast them onto the floor, all the while continuing to suckle on her milkless nipple.\n\n\tThe sensations that ran through her body were almost too much. She knew that touching her breasts was more than divine, but having such a constant, vigorous touch was much more than she was used to. She struggled to keep a hold on his rump as she moaned and clung to her father, and without much thought one hand let go and came back to his bottom with a firm smack! Lyrah squeaked before Drenan could even react. “S-sorry!”\n\n\tDrenan looked up at her from his attachment to her breast and grinned into her flesh as his own hand left her rump and came back down on her tender rear with equal force. “I’m sturdier than I look, sweetheart,” he mumbled gently.\n\n\tThe hum of his words against her breast, coupled with the spank, brought another moaning squeak forth from Lyrah. Her muzzle lurched forward to bury itself in his mane as she clung to his rump, her hands edging tentatively around his waistband toward the prize she’d desired so dearly to see and feel once again. Drenan made no move to resist, and after a few excruciatingly long moments, Lyrah plunged her hand beneath the concealing cloth and curled her fingers softly around his firm manhood.\n\n\tDrenan inhaled sharply at the touch, and at first Lyrah cringed at the thought that she’d hurt him, but the elder male was quick to pull his lips away to speak. “Shhh, it’s alright. It feels good…” he breathed, arching his hips toward her hand and allowing her fingers to slip softly along his shaft. Lyrah’s curious grip shifted from the base of his length to his hefty, furred balls and fondled them tenderly, causing even more groans of pleasure from her father. With a smile she leaned in and began to nibble on his ear, though the effort was brief as he made his way back up to her own lips to kiss her once again. \n\nThe shift caused his pants to slip downward, and as the fresh air washed over his now-bare rump, Drenan could hardly hold himself back. With deft fingers the paladin freed the both of them from their remaining garments, leaving them both completely bare before one-another without shame or fear. His manhood was fully erect before Lyrah’s desirous eyes, as were her tender petals before his. Right then and there, the aspect of blood was merely fuel to the fire that engulfed the both of them. They were still father and daughter, but they were also soon-to-be lovers, and both reveled in the mere thought of it. \n\n* * * * * 24\n\nDrenan and Lyrah embraced each other once again with yet another deep kiss as his thickness slipped softly between her plump thighs, ushering a soft moan from his daughter. The love that the two shared had been at the forefront up to this point, and while it did not go away it was clear that their lust for each other was beginning to take over. Their touches and caresses turned into firmer groping with the occasional smack, but neither seemed to care or even mind. Modesty was long gone, as was any properness. They were two, almost feral, beings who reveled in each other’s bodies, clinging naked and silently begging each other to be more properly joined. Drenan’s hips reflexively thrusted forward to run his shaft back and forth beneath Lyrah’s womanhood, which in turn helplessly slicked his warm flesh with her nectar.\n\nLyrah felt herself getting wetter than she ever had on her own, and the more her father thrusted, the firmer she squeezed her thighs to keep him close. In a brief moment of clarity she gazed at her father with wide, almost innocent, eyes, and the second she caught his gaze she let out a lustful, mewling moan. “Daddy…” she breathed, flinching softly during a particularly firm thrust. “I love you… I want you… mate with me, love me, please…!”\n\nHer gentle begging was hardly necessary, but Drenan found himself enthralled by his daughter’s melodious, needing voice. A rumbling groan left him as his hips shifted backwards, drawing his cock fully from between her thighs, albeit still thoroughly slicked by her nectar and his precum alike. Powerful, gentle arms reached down to her and rolled the young tauren onto her back as he followed her to hold himself up on all fours above her. His erect manhood fell softly atop her plump belly, and another shift brought it backwards until just its tapered tip lay atop her furred nethers. He’d intended to draw out the anticipation as much as possible, but Drenan found her more and more difficult to resist by the second. Dropping to his elbows, Drenan’s hands curled up beneath Lyrah’s bare back as he leaned in to kiss her, all the while nudging her legs apart with his knees for better access. “Lyrah…” he breathed softly between kisses, once again pausing to look her tenderly in the eye. “I love you,” was all he could muster to say just before his hips shifted forward to press the tip of his manhood softly up against her wet petals.\n\nLyrah struggled to keep her eyes open as a shocked gasp left her. His length was so warm against her, although she felt her own folds were rather warm in their own right. The initial touch was enough of a shock, but he didn’t stop pushing, and with another gasp she felt his cockhead fully penetrate her for the first time, the gasp itself melting into a delighted moan. Her arms flew up to wrap around her father’s neck, and her muzzle was quick to find a home against his neck as he pushed even deeper, his manhood sinking further into her, inch by tender inch, feeling as if it were growing thicker the deeper he went. This tender act seemed to last for eons until his encroachment finally ceased, signaled as she felt his massive balls brush up against her thighs and rump. He was fully inside her, and she couldn’t have felt happier or more aroused. “Ohhhh… daddy… fffff,” she breathed in his ear, struggling to keep from swearing as physical pleasure overtook her, fingers digging into her father’s back and grasping at his fur.\n\nDrenan likewise echoed a deep, drawn-out groan as he felt himself penetrate his daughter, and by the act’s end he found himself short of breath, his cheeks flushed with color and love for Lyrah overflowing more than he could describe. “It’s okay… you can swear during this,” he was able to eke out as his hips began to shift backward.\n\n“Nngh… fuck, daddy,” Lyrah was barely able to muster, her breathing becoming more normal as he withdrew, at least until she felt his thickness fill her a second time, this one more swiftly and sharply.\n\nThe paladin gritted his teeth in pleasure as he felt his daughter’s pussy grip his shaft, and the lyrical words that left her simply amplified the effect. “Hold tight, sweetheart… tell me if it hurts,” he cooed just before beginning a rhythmic series of deep thrusts.\n\n“O… kay…” was all she could manage. Any other words were drowned out by moans as she felt her father truly begin to make love with her… no, not quite. She knew it was making love, but at the same time she knew fucking for what it was. As gentle as he’d begun, when he truly started thrusting the gentleness faded quickly. The first several thrusts were enough to get her used to his girth as it was, but in the moments that followed Drenan’s manhood felt firmer and more powerful with each thrust. Lyrah had penetrated herself many times with her own flute, so she knew the sensation well, but it was still so very different with his heated, soft-but-hard flesh. And despite his fervor, she didn’t care how hard he thrusted. In fact, she felt she was quickly growing used to it, and in truth the more he stretched her, the more she found she loved it.\n\nDrenan’s vision began to fade quickly as they made love, and indeed his primal instincts began to overpower him, his thrusts growing firmer and more commanding than gentle. It had truly been so very long since he’d mated, and that instinct drove him to greater heights as his own fingers dug into his daughter’s fur, clinging to her and pulling her into each and every vigorous thrust. He could feel her grow even wetter by the second, their connection slicked without fear, so much so that they were quickly forming a sizeable wet spot atop the bed sheets.\n\n* * * * * 25\n\nNeither of them cared. Neither of them even bothered to think of each other as father and daughter being a bad thing. What had started as tenderness was now a culmination of two beings and their desire for each other. His cock slid with forceful ease in and out of his daughter’s pussy, while Lyrah began to push her rump against him and into each thrust, pushing him deeper into her and letting his balls push against her slicked rump and thighs with resonating smacks. Her entire body was jarred with each of Drenan’s thrusts, causing her sizeable breasts to bounce upward between them in rhythmic, fervored fashion.\n\nMoans and groans echoed throughout the room as their bodies moved in rhythmic unison. Lyrah pulled her muzzle away from her father’s shoulder for a brief moment to passionately kiss him, following with a series of kisses to rain down from his face and cheeks to his neck and what she could reach of his chest. The burst of energy was overwhelmed by a particularly firm thrust, causing her to throw her head back on the pillow and cling to her father all the tighter.\n\nDrenan took advantage of the new angle and quickly brought his muzzle down to her right breast, pulling her tit into his mouth and suckling on it firmly, only to let it go and watch it spring back into position, her entire breast jiggling softly, before moving to the next. His own rain of kisses followed all over her chest and neck, eventually leading back to her cheeks. The paladin felt the urge to proclaim his love once again to his daughter, but simply by catching her eye she seemed to return his loving gaze, and in turn he felt that words were unneeded. They were forging an unspoken bond in an unspoken language, so he felt. Maybe it was because of their blood relationship, or maybe it was simply a deeper love than he’d realized, but right then and there he felt incredibly in tune with Lyrah’s body. Simply touching her, being inside her, he could feel the parts of her body that ached for his touch, and in response he slipped one hand down behind her to firmly grip the left cheek of her ass and squeeze, provoking an exceptionally loud moan from his daughter. Her body almost felt like an instrument that had immediate mastery of, and as good as it would have felt to simply ravish her pussy and nothing more, he knew to treat his mate with the utmost reverence for her own pleasure. In turn, he began to play.\n\nWhat had felt like an eternity was likely closer to ten minutes or so, but Lyrah hardly bothered to keep track. She was fully enthralled by her father’s primal nature, and the fact that it brought her own desires to bear before him was all the better. The longer they went, the better she seemed to feel, and when she suddenly felt one of her father’s powerful hands slip between their bellies to begin rubbing over her clit in swift circles, she threw her head to the side and clamped down onto the pillow next to her to stifle a strong, lustful scream of delight. “Don’f… stoff!” she cried, her hands dropping to the bed to cling to it as well, finding more stability in the immobile furniture.\n\nDrenan was relentless in his thrusts and touches, and from the reaction of his daughter he intensified the rubbing of her clit and the speed of his thrusts. He knew not how long they’d been going, but he marveled silently at the fact that he’d lasted as long as he had, although he knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. The warmth and tightness of Lyrah was more heavenly than he’d ever imagined, and no matter how much he might try to deny it, his finish would be coming soon. He felt his balls tighten as a pressure deep in the core of his groin began to well up, starting at the base of his shaft and quickly traveling along it to his cockhead until he felt he was damn near ready to burst. “Ly… rah I’m so… close,” was all he could muster for a warning.\n\n“Yef… do if daddy… finif in me…!” she cried, her encouragement muffled by the pillow. Even so, his circling of her clit had done more than either had anticipated, and without much warning an explosion of pleasure suddenly caused the young woman to see stars, her back arching until her tits met her father’s chest as a result of her vicious climax. Her pussy overflowed with her nectar and doused his submerged cock and already-soaked balls just in time for his last few thrusts.\n\nLyrah’s final words struck an intense chord in Drenan’s mind, and coupled with the building pressure he could hold back no longer. A final, powerful thrust submerged his cock deep inside his daughter as its head erupted with an intense burst of his tauren seed. Several smaller bursts followed as his sticky cum flooded his daughter’s womb and almost instantly began to dribble out from between their connection. The elder tauren clung tightly to his daughter by her rump and shoulder as he finished inside her, and after several agonizingly pleasurable moments Drenan’s grip loosened, his body quaking as he nearly collapsed atop her, struggling to keep from crushing the young woman by using what little energy he had left to keep his elbows propped.\n\nThe sudden jerk of her father above wasn’t nearly enough to jar Lyrah from her orgasmic reverie. Her own chest cushioned the larger tauren somewhat as he fell, but the young woman was hardly conscious of the matter. It would be a full minute before Lyrah’s senses would return, and when her vision cleared she found her father next to her, cradling her against his chest as a mixture of her nectar and his seed gently flowed from between her legs. His erection had grown soft against her right thigh, and his burly arms were tightly clenched around her shoulders and waist. His breathing had slowed considerably, though he appeared fully awake as she tilted her head up to see him looking down at her.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"* * * * * 21
\tDespite Drenan’s absence, Lyrah was far from bored. The young woman was utterly elated by the recent developments between her and her father, and as the realizations began to set in, she found herself becoming surprisingly nervous. She’d never actually mated with a male before, and aside from the numerous lewd scrolls she’d acquired and read, coupled with her masturbation habits, the actual act was a slight mystery to her. Yes, she understood the act of penetration, but stationary images could only do so much to convey the intense movement and emotions involved. Lyrah was more than self-confident, but she still couldn’t help but feel a tingle of nervousness at the thought of giving herself to him.
\tShe wanted things to be perfect, not for herself, but for him. She believed him when he said he hadn’t had a mate since her mother, so in turn she wanted him to feel special, or as special as she could imagine anyway. He’d been nothing but good to her in her mind, so she wanted to do more than just give her inexperienced body to him to show that love. As soon as his wyvern had taken off, Lyrah had made a quick route of their home and drawn all the shades and curtains. She had no desire, nor intention, of putting on clothes that day, and the feeling of being so exposed, safely so, kept her inner thighs slightly slick with her fresh nectar.
\tOnce satisfied that prying eyes would not be an issue, Lyrah began her careful work to prep for the evening. Seldom had she ever been in her father’s bedroom alone, but today she had no fear as she entered and carefully tidied up his bed. The bed itself was truly a marvel of engineering. Her father had designed the four-poster bed himself as a gift to his mate many years before, and while it appeared solid wood on the outside, the inside frame and post cores were solid titanium hand-mined from Northrend. Not even the wildest tauren could make that bed break, let alone bend.
\tBy the time Lyrah was finished, his leathery sheets had been replaced with a set of pristine silk sheets. As an added touch, she rummaged through the house and procured a pair of fresh rain-scented candles to perch on the bedside tables. Drenan often liked candles on rainy days or during baths to mask the occasional unpleasantness of wet fur, but he still seemed to love the smell of rain. Her work continued as she made up her own bed, just in case, and further went about the entire house to happily clean whatever appeared to need it. She hummed a happy orcish tune as she worked, pleasantly wiggling her rump and dancing about freely for no other reason than she desired it. She found herself happy and with almost no cares at all for the first time in years.
\tAbout halfway through her work, her happy reverie was silenced by a sudden rap on the front door. Her father wouldn’t have knocked on their own front door, so the fur on the back of Lyrah’s neck was immediately on edge. With a squeak of realization she darted for her room, and in a slight panic she grabbed one of the dirtied leather sheets she’d pulled off her bed and wrapped it tightly around her, covering her hefty bust down to her ankles. She silently thanked herself for not grabbing any of the thin linen sheets as she made for the door, frustrated as the rapping echoed against its wood a second time. She flicked open a little compartment at the center of the door to look through a small lens her father had built into it, and on the other side she caught sight of none other than Farseer Keldah.
\tAs well as she new the man, her state of undress was enough for her to leave the chain on the door and simply open it just enough to see the man, her body twisted so only her head and neck were visible. “Farseer, what a surprise! It’s been so long.”
\tThe elder Farseer smiled pleasantly. “Indeed it has, Lyrah. I hope you’ve been well, but I heard you were involved in an incident at the Darkmoon Faire yesterday, no?”
\tLyrah returned his smile. “Yeah, no, kind of. It was just a wolf attack. I’m alright,” she assured him.
\t“Are you certain? Are your wounds healing?” he asked in a heavily-concerned tone.
\t“Oh yes, for sure. I’m still a little out of it is all. Dad’s… out to get me some medicine,” she lied, silently proud of herself for such quick-thinking.
\tThe Farseer’s demeanor seemed to shift slightly, though she couldn’t hope to describe the odd and subtle change. “Oh? I may have some medicine with me now, if you’d like.” He started to rummage through a pouch at his waist.
\tLyrah really didn’t want him in the house. She threw modesty to the wind around her father, but without any clothing at all she really didn’t want her teacher around. “I really appreciate the thought, Farseer, but I’m gonna have to pass. I need to get some more rest before dad gets home.”
\t“Are you certain?” he asked with a step toward the door. She could feel his hand as it pressed firmly against the wood on the other side. “I’m certain I could help if you’d let me, Lyrah.”
\tHer eyes immediately narrowed on the other side of her crack. Keldah was a stringent teacher, but he’d always been very kind and understanding. It wasn’t like him to be so pushy. “No thank you, Farseer.”
\t“Oh come now,” he protested. “We haven’t gotten to chat in ages, hmm? We could at least catch up. I’d love to see how you’ve been coming with your studies.” She felt him press more firmly against the door, but the chain that kept it together was likewise made of titanium and of her father’s design.
\tHer narrowed eyes melted into an angry glare. “I’m not decent,” she stated bluntly, “And I’d much rather rest right now. We can talk another time.”
She started to push back as if to shut the door, but Keldah held fast, his expression shifting to one of disappointment. “But I came out all this way just to check on you, and you’d turn me away?”
Lyrah had only ever thought badly of Keldah when he’d expressed discipline when she was younger, but right then and there his pushiness was ringing all sorts of unpleasant alarms in her head. “Yes. Leave me to my rest, please.”
“But Lyrah I can help. I could make it go away immediately,” he persisted.
“I said leave!” she growled firmly and let go of her sheet to free a hand and let loose a powerful blast of wind through the crack of the door. The unexpected burst threw the Farseer back off his hooves and to the ground several yards away, allowing Lyrah to slam the door shut and click the two other locks shut once again. As an added caution she darted naked through the house to the backdoor and likewise latched its second and third locks. The windows had already been latched when she’d drawn the shades, and with a breath of relief she flopped onto one of the living room cushions. No more knocks or protests came from the front door, and after several minutes she got up to the peephole to see nothing outside.
If she had cared much for the Farseer in her youth, the trust had immediately disappeared. She had her suspicions now about him, but the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the good time her father and her were planning for the evening. With an irritated sigh she got back up and continued her cleaning work, smiling every time she thought of her father and frowning whenever the memory of the Farseer returned.
In the back of her mind, she knew he’d return at some point.
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\tLyrah had gone above and beyond her initial plans that day. She’d wanted to keep herself preoccupied after the prior incident, and she’d left her leather sheet next to the door in case he should come back. Either way, she was just putting the finishing touches on a new recipe she’d wanted to try when the familiar whirr and gentle blue light filled the living room. With an exhausted grumble, Drenan stretched his arms over his head and lightly patted the pocket where he’d left the vial to be sure it was still in place.
\tA few of the blinds had been released to let the last rays of the setting sun wash over the living room, which in turn simply enhanced the cozy breeze that drifted through the open windows. Before Drenan could turn around, a familiar, sweet voice rang out. “Welcome home, daddy. Everything go okay?”
\tThe hulking tauren turned around to once again gaze upon the sight of his matured daughter, smiling shyly with her hands behind her back. Lyrah happily sported a tight-looking bikini-like top made of fel-green scales along with a matching bottom which looked more akin to a pair of green-scaled panties than any form of leggings, the back of which easily slipped between the crease of her rump and appeared damn near invisible. Two scale guards hang down both her thighs to form a sort of half-skirt as well, which in turn accentuated her plump bottom when she turned around. Drenan’s smile instantly returned as he stepped forward to wrap her in tender embrace. “It went better than I expected, sweetheart. I got what I needed… but…”
\tHis hesitation caused Lyrah to tilt her head up to look at him, though still she clung to him lovingly. “But what?”
\t“But… at a bit of a price, I fear,” he added, yet he attempted to retain an air of confidence. “I had to divulge our little secret to someone very trustworthy, but she requested something in return,” he explained honestly.
\tLyrah slowly seemed to grow skeptical. “What did she want? Sex?” she asked bluntly, but not accusingly.
\t“Not exactly.” Drenan paused here to softly break the hug and begin to remove his hefty plates of armor. “She requested… viewership.”
\t“Viewer-,” Lyrah started, but stopped with flushed cheeks. “S-she wants to watch? Like, watch us?”
\tDrenan simply nodded and stacked his armor near the front door, now standing in a pair of leathery blue pants and matching vest.
\tLyrah continued her interrogation. “What did you need to get from her? Did you need it that badly?”
\t“We both need this, I promise, or at least for the time being,” he explained and pulled out the vial. “This’ll keep us from having to worry about any… accidents.”
\tLyrah drew close and inspected the vial. “What does it do?”
\t“It keeps me from being able to, well, do to you as I did to your mother,” was the best way he could think to put it, and his words were followed by a gesture toward her curved belly.
\t“Ohhhhhhh,” Lyrah cooed in understanding, her smile returning slightly. “Well, I guess it’s okay for that. It’s not like she’ll be doing anything.” Lyrah was about to sit down before another thought struck her. “Wait, who is she, anyway?”
\tDrenan bit his lip as he sat opposite where Lyrah had intended, and with a lower tone, the paladin echoed, “… Shele,” softly.
\tLyrah’s eyes went wide. “Oh,” was all she could say.
\tThe paladin remained silent, uncertain of how to gauge his daughter’s reaction. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
\tShe seemed lost in thought for a long moment, and without a word she walked over and plopped herself down in her father’s lap, grabbed his hands, and gently wrapped them around her waist. With a gentle lean backwards she looked up at him, her muzzle next to his ear, and whispered, “I’ve never thought about having someone watch me doing intimate stuff, but I trust you dad. And… I guess it’d be a good idea to practice then. Maybe if she gets a good enough show, she won’t ask again.”
\tDrenan exhaled softly in relief, and with tender care he tilted his muzzle and pressed it to hers in a loving kiss. “Let’s not worry about it for tonight, hmm? We’ve got more important matters to worry about.” With a smile he popped the cork off the vial, grabbed a wooden spoon and filled it before downing the liquid. The tauren mulled over the taste a half a moment before adding, “Mmh, frostcap. Not too bad.”
\tLyrah smiled and squeezed her father before handing him a plate. “Good. I made this myself just for you, daddy. You need a good meal after a long day.” The sizeable wooden plate held several legs of tallstrider meat with a side of creamed potatoes and gravy. “Your favorite, right?”
\tDrenan stared in wonder at the food. Lyrah had always been a fairly knowledgeable cook, but something about this meal seemed much more professionally-done than he’d recalled ever seeing her make. “Right… I can’t believe you remembered, sweetheart. It seems you’ve been cooking a lot since you’ve been away,” he added and grabbed one leg. A hefty bite made half the leg disappear. “Mmh! And it shows in the taste as well!”
\tThe young shaman woman beamed up at her father and grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you, daddy,” she cooed softly and grabbed her own plate. Warmly she snuggled up against her father, gently ensuring that her exposed rump was nestled as far into her father’s lap as it could be, and began to eat with him.
\tDrenan was hardly ignorant of how close she was, and the touch of her bottom was more than enough to bring his manhood at attention, though the constraint of his leggings was more torture than pleasure to his impressive length. Still, he did not want to rush things. His daughter’s first time was important to the both of them, and he wanted to ensure that it went right as much as she did. The paladin kept fairly quiet as the two ate, occasionally exchanging glances and merely enjoying each others’ company. Once finished, Drenan squeezed his daughter tightly with a smile. “I can’t thank you enough for that, sweetheart. That’s the best cooking I’ve had in a very long time.”
\tLyrah couldn’t hold back an excited giggle as her cheeks flushed heavily. “Shucks, dad.”
\tThe paladin grinned and gave her another gentle kiss. “But, I fear something’s missing,” he added and gently slipped one arm behind her back and the other beneath her legs. “I might have a proper dessert in mind, if you’re interested.”
\tThe young woman hardly expected such words from her father, but any words she had in return were swept away as she was lifted into the air with ease. With a soft squeak she wrapped her arms around his neck, fully understanding what he meant but hardly believing it. “Y-yes, daddy,” she complied softly. She felt so safe in his arms as he carried her, and any plans she’d had in her head for after-dinner entertainment flew from her mind. He knew best, she felt, and she was more than happy to submit to his touch.
\tThe sun was entirely gone as Drenan carried his daughter into his own room, kicking the door closed behind them. The two were nothing but nervous smiles as Lyrah was placed tenderly upon her father’s bed, and while he let her go she held fast to him and pulled him into a powerfully deep kiss.
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\tThe only light remaining in the secluded house was in Drenan’s upstairs bedroom, though the couple hardly needed any more light than the flickering candle offered them as they laid on his bed. In the interest of taking things slow, both Drenan and Lyrah let themselves explore each others’ bodies without concern or haste. Both father and daughter shared a constant stream of loving kisses as they held each other, their three-fingered hands steadily tracing each others’ curves and contours. Lyrah’s cheeks were heavily flushed at the newfound freedom, and her touch had already found its way beneath her father’s vest and up his well-toned chest. Her fingertips glided through his thin fur with eager curiosity, and up from around his nipples they made their way downward and around to his firm rump to clench and squeeze the toned flesh.
\tDrenan had not truly felt a woman’s touch in many years, and the sudden sensations around his personal areas brought color back to his own cheeks. Even In his maturity, the paladin couldn’t help but reflexively want to recoil. He’d been raised to be a champion of the light, and in turn had accepted his position as celibate since his wife had died, but his love for his daughter overcame any hesitance. He felt safe with her as he imagined she did with him, and silently he had to admire her boldness and vigor. Silencing any nervous alarm bells in his head, Drenan’s own, powerful hands slid along Lyrah’s wide hips and along her curvy belly until they found their way to her own, well-endowed chest.
\t“You’re so beautiful, Lyrah,” he whispered quietly as one hand moved to attempt to cup her left breast. Even at his size, Lyrah’s endowment was more than he could handle easily, but nevertheless his curious fingers tenderly squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh. “You know I love every inch of you, right? But these…” he trailed off as he slipped his fingers beneath her scaled top to latch tenderly onto her nipple.
\tThe firm touch provoked a quiet squeak from Lyrah as her eyes opened. The sporadic kisses had found a break as they touched each other, and her father’s groping sent shocks of excitement through her spine. She grinned slyly at him and puffed out her chest as best as she could. “You like these, daddy? They’re yours,” she cooed and leaned into his touch, all the while slipping her fingers down his leggings to get a better grip on his rump. “I like this a lot, really.”
\t“Do you, now?” Drenan tensed and flexed what muscles he could at her touch and caused Lyrah to giggle softly. Every noise she made seemed to strike an excited chord within him. She could do no wrong in his arms, and any fear or reservation regarding his own body faded quickly. He was hers as much as she was his. Carefully, Drenan pulled her scale top up just enough to reveal her left breast to his greedy gaze, and no sooner had his hand left her breast than his lips slipped down and took her nipple in hungrily.
\tThe sudden sensation brought another squeak from Lyrah and was followed by a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure. “Daddy… sensitive,” she eeked out quietly, but as he started to pull his lips away her hand shot out and pushed his head back to her. “I… didn’t mean stop.”
\tDrenan silently accepted her desires and continued to ravish her nipple, his free hand flowing back down her body and slipping its way past her waistband to grope and explore her own, thick rump. Her bottom was much softer and giving compared to his own, but Drenan found the pleasant squish to be more than delightful. Just touching it wasn’t enough, however, and showing off a bit of multitasking he carefully pulled her scale bottoms off and cast them onto the floor, all the while continuing to suckle on her milkless nipple.
\tThe sensations that ran through her body were almost too much. She knew that touching her breasts was more than divine, but having such a constant, vigorous touch was much more than she was used to. She struggled to keep a hold on his rump as she moaned and clung to her father, and without much thought one hand let go and came back to his bottom with a firm smack! Lyrah squeaked before Drenan could even react. “S-sorry!”
\tDrenan looked up at her from his attachment to her breast and grinned into her flesh as his own hand left her rump and came back down on her tender rear with equal force. “I’m sturdier than I look, sweetheart,” he mumbled gently.
\tThe hum of his words against her breast, coupled with the spank, brought another moaning squeak forth from Lyrah. Her muzzle lurched forward to bury itself in his mane as she clung to his rump, her hands edging tentatively around his waistband toward the prize she’d desired so dearly to see and feel once again. Drenan made no move to resist, and after a few excruciatingly long moments, Lyrah plunged her hand beneath the concealing cloth and curled her fingers softly around his firm manhood.
\tDrenan inhaled sharply at the touch, and at first Lyrah cringed at the thought that she’d hurt him, but the elder male was quick to pull his lips away to speak. “Shhh, it’s alright. It feels good…” he breathed, arching his hips toward her hand and allowing her fingers to slip softly along his shaft. Lyrah’s curious grip shifted from the base of his length to his hefty, furred balls and fondled them tenderly, causing even more groans of pleasure from her father. With a smile she leaned in and began to nibble on his ear, though the effort was brief as he made his way back up to her own lips to kiss her once again.
The shift caused his pants to slip downward, and as the fresh air washed over his now-bare rump, Drenan could hardly hold himself back. With deft fingers the paladin freed the both of them from their remaining garments, leaving them both completely bare before one-another without shame or fear. His manhood was fully erect before Lyrah’s desirous eyes, as were her tender petals before his. Right then and there, the aspect of blood was merely fuel to the fire that engulfed the both of them. They were still father and daughter, but they were also soon-to-be lovers, and both reveled in the mere thought of it.
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Drenan and Lyrah embraced each other once again with yet another deep kiss as his thickness slipped softly between her plump thighs, ushering a soft moan from his daughter. The love that the two shared had been at the forefront up to this point, and while it did not go away it was clear that their lust for each other was beginning to take over. Their touches and caresses turned into firmer groping with the occasional smack, but neither seemed to care or even mind. Modesty was long gone, as was any properness. They were two, almost feral, beings who reveled in each other’s bodies, clinging naked and silently begging each other to be more properly joined. Drenan’s hips reflexively thrusted forward to run his shaft back and forth beneath Lyrah’s womanhood, which in turn helplessly slicked his warm flesh with her nectar.
Lyrah felt herself getting wetter than she ever had on her own, and the more her father thrusted, the firmer she squeezed her thighs to keep him close. In a brief moment of clarity she gazed at her father with wide, almost innocent, eyes, and the second she caught his gaze she let out a lustful, mewling moan. “Daddy…” she breathed, flinching softly during a particularly firm thrust. “I love you… I want you… mate with me, love me, please…!”
Her gentle begging was hardly necessary, but Drenan found himself enthralled by his daughter’s melodious, needing voice. A rumbling groan left him as his hips shifted backwards, drawing his cock fully from between her thighs, albeit still thoroughly slicked by her nectar and his precum alike. Powerful, gentle arms reached down to her and rolled the young tauren onto her back as he followed her to hold himself up on all fours above her. His erect manhood fell softly atop her plump belly, and another shift brought it backwards until just its tapered tip lay atop her furred nethers. He’d intended to draw out the anticipation as much as possible, but Drenan found her more and more difficult to resist by the second. Dropping to his elbows, Drenan’s hands curled up beneath Lyrah’s bare back as he leaned in to kiss her, all the while nudging her legs apart with his knees for better access. “Lyrah…” he breathed softly between kisses, once again pausing to look her tenderly in the eye. “I love you,” was all he could muster to say just before his hips shifted forward to press the tip of his manhood softly up against her wet petals.
Lyrah struggled to keep her eyes open as a shocked gasp left her. His length was so warm against her, although she felt her own folds were rather warm in their own right. The initial touch was enough of a shock, but he didn’t stop pushing, and with another gasp she felt his cockhead fully penetrate her for the first time, the gasp itself melting into a delighted moan. Her arms flew up to wrap around her father’s neck, and her muzzle was quick to find a home against his neck as he pushed even deeper, his manhood sinking further into her, inch by tender inch, feeling as if it were growing thicker the deeper he went. This tender act seemed to last for eons until his encroachment finally ceased, signaled as she felt his massive balls brush up against her thighs and rump. He was fully inside her, and she couldn’t have felt happier or more aroused. “Ohhhh… daddy… fffff,” she breathed in his ear, struggling to keep from swearing as physical pleasure overtook her, fingers digging into her father’s back and grasping at his fur.
Drenan likewise echoed a deep, drawn-out groan as he felt himself penetrate his daughter, and by the act’s end he found himself short of breath, his cheeks flushed with color and love for Lyrah overflowing more than he could describe. “It’s okay… you can swear during this,” he was able to eke out as his hips began to shift backward.
“Nngh… fuck, daddy,” Lyrah was barely able to muster, her breathing becoming more normal as he withdrew, at least until she felt his thickness fill her a second time, this one more swiftly and sharply.
The paladin gritted his teeth in pleasure as he felt his daughter’s pussy grip his shaft, and the lyrical words that left her simply amplified the effect. “Hold tight, sweetheart… tell me if it hurts,” he cooed just before beginning a rhythmic series of deep thrusts.
“O… kay…” was all she could manage. Any other words were drowned out by moans as she felt her father truly begin to make love with her… no, not quite. She knew it was making love, but at the same time she knew fucking for what it was. As gentle as he’d begun, when he truly started thrusting the gentleness faded quickly. The first several thrusts were enough to get her used to his girth as it was, but in the moments that followed Drenan’s manhood felt firmer and more powerful with each thrust. Lyrah had penetrated herself many times with her own flute, so she knew the sensation well, but it was still so very different with his heated, soft-but-hard flesh. And despite his fervor, she didn’t care how hard he thrusted. In fact, she felt she was quickly growing used to it, and in truth the more he stretched her, the more she found she loved it.
Drenan’s vision began to fade quickly as they made love, and indeed his primal instincts began to overpower him, his thrusts growing firmer and more commanding than gentle. It had truly been so very long since he’d mated, and that instinct drove him to greater heights as his own fingers dug into his daughter’s fur, clinging to her and pulling her into each and every vigorous thrust. He could feel her grow even wetter by the second, their connection slicked without fear, so much so that they were quickly forming a sizeable wet spot atop the bed sheets.
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Neither of them cared. Neither of them even bothered to think of each other as father and daughter being a bad thing. What had started as tenderness was now a culmination of two beings and their desire for each other. His cock slid with forceful ease in and out of his daughter’s pussy, while Lyrah began to push her rump against him and into each thrust, pushing him deeper into her and letting his balls push against her slicked rump and thighs with resonating smacks. Her entire body was jarred with each of Drenan’s thrusts, causing her sizeable breasts to bounce upward between them in rhythmic, fervored fashion.
Moans and groans echoed throughout the room as their bodies moved in rhythmic unison. Lyrah pulled her muzzle away from her father’s shoulder for a brief moment to passionately kiss him, following with a series of kisses to rain down from his face and cheeks to his neck and what she could reach of his chest. The burst of energy was overwhelmed by a particularly firm thrust, causing her to throw her head back on the pillow and cling to her father all the tighter.
Drenan took advantage of the new angle and quickly brought his muzzle down to her right breast, pulling her tit into his mouth and suckling on it firmly, only to let it go and watch it spring back into position, her entire breast jiggling softly, before moving to the next. His own rain of kisses followed all over her chest and neck, eventually leading back to her cheeks. The paladin felt the urge to proclaim his love once again to his daughter, but simply by catching her eye she seemed to return his loving gaze, and in turn he felt that words were unneeded. They were forging an unspoken bond in an unspoken language, so he felt. Maybe it was because of their blood relationship, or maybe it was simply a deeper love than he’d realized, but right then and there he felt incredibly in tune with Lyrah’s body. Simply touching her, being inside her, he could feel the parts of her body that ached for his touch, and in response he slipped one hand down behind her to firmly grip the left cheek of her ass and squeeze, provoking an exceptionally loud moan from his daughter. Her body almost felt like an instrument that had immediate mastery of, and as good as it would have felt to simply ravish her pussy and nothing more, he knew to treat his mate with the utmost reverence for her own pleasure. In turn, he began to play.
What had felt like an eternity was likely closer to ten minutes or so, but Lyrah hardly bothered to keep track. She was fully enthralled by her father’s primal nature, and the fact that it brought her own desires to bear before him was all the better. The longer they went, the better she seemed to feel, and when she suddenly felt one of her father’s powerful hands slip between their bellies to begin rubbing over her clit in swift circles, she threw her head to the side and clamped down onto the pillow next to her to stifle a strong, lustful scream of delight. “Don’f… stoff!” she cried, her hands dropping to the bed to cling to it as well, finding more stability in the immobile furniture.
Drenan was relentless in his thrusts and touches, and from the reaction of his daughter he intensified the rubbing of her clit and the speed of his thrusts. He knew not how long they’d been going, but he marveled silently at the fact that he’d lasted as long as he had, although he knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. The warmth and tightness of Lyrah was more heavenly than he’d ever imagined, and no matter how much he might try to deny it, his finish would be coming soon. He felt his balls tighten as a pressure deep in the core of his groin began to well up, starting at the base of his shaft and quickly traveling along it to his cockhead until he felt he was damn near ready to burst. “Ly… rah I’m so… close,” was all he could muster for a warning.
“Yef… do if daddy… finif in me…!” she cried, her encouragement muffled by the pillow. Even so, his circling of her clit had done more than either had anticipated, and without much warning an explosion of pleasure suddenly caused the young woman to see stars, her back arching until her tits met her father’s chest as a result of her vicious climax. Her pussy overflowed with her nectar and doused his submerged cock and already-soaked balls just in time for his last few thrusts.
Lyrah’s final words struck an intense chord in Drenan’s mind, and coupled with the building pressure he could hold back no longer. A final, powerful thrust submerged his cock deep inside his daughter as its head erupted with an intense burst of his tauren seed. Several smaller bursts followed as his sticky cum flooded his daughter’s womb and almost instantly began to dribble out from between their connection. The elder tauren clung tightly to his daughter by her rump and shoulder as he finished inside her, and after several agonizingly pleasurable moments Drenan’s grip loosened, his body quaking as he nearly collapsed atop her, struggling to keep from crushing the young woman by using what little energy he had left to keep his elbows propped.
The sudden jerk of her father above wasn’t nearly enough to jar Lyrah from her orgasmic reverie. Her own chest cushioned the larger tauren somewhat as he fell, but the young woman was hardly conscious of the matter. It would be a full minute before Lyrah’s senses would return, and when her vision cleared she found her father next to her, cradling her against his chest as a mixture of her nectar and his seed gently flowed from between her legs. His erection had grown soft against her right thigh, and his burly arms were tightly clenched around her shoulders and waist. His breathing had slowed considerably, though he appeared fully awake as she tilted her head up to see him looking down at her.
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