"ACHOO!"

The sharp crack of the draenei's sneeze could be heard for miles across the open sea, though though there were no other vessels nearby to hear it.  The draenei male laid naked in his bed in his quarters, half-slumped off one side, while doing his best to contain his wretched illness.  They were still days out from Boralus, and by extension, medicine.

A gentle knock on his door was quick to follow the sneeze.  "Enter...." he called weakly.

The captain's door opened just a touch as a female draenei's head poked into the room.  "Father, are you feeling any better?"

"No, Vanya..." the captain groaned.  "Why... I should have known better than to set sail just yet..."

The female's long, silvery ponytail swayed from side to side as she shook her head.  "Had we not left when we did, the horde would have taken our ship along with the rest of the harbor."  The young woman swung the door open to reveal herself to be completely nude as well, and without shame she strode toward her father to kneel by his bed and rebalance him back at its center.  "Do not waste another thought on it, yes?  Simply rest.  It will do you best to recover faster."  Vanya's eyes ran up and down her father's naked form, and as casual as could be she softly draped one ship-weathered hand over her father's manhood.  "And do let me know if I can assist in your recovery, father.  Every little bit helps, yes?"

The sea captain murmured incoherently, but his blue glowing eyes fluttered open to look down at his daughter's hand.  All he could muster was a silent nod.

Vanya's lips curled into a smile as her slender fingers wrapped around her father's length and began to gently slide up and down from head to balls.  "Just relax, father.  You will feel better in no time."

Even in the captain's weakened state, his toned body was not above reacting to his daughter's touch.  His manhood slowly began to rise as she sent pleasurable sensations throughout his prone form.  In mere moments the captain's tool stood at full mast, and with a bit more coaxing a thick drop of precum had shown itself at its tip.

"There we go," Vanya cooed into her father's ear.  The buxom draenei took a tender seat at her father's bedside and lovingly nestled her well-endowed chest against his cheek.  One of her dark blue nipples flitted teasingly over his lips until he finally opened his mouth to take her tender nub between his lips.  The captain happily began to suckle upon his daughter's nipple, a gentle groan escaping him from the pleasure of her touch.

"Are you bothering father again, Vanya?" a melodious chiding echoed suddenly from the doorway.  In it stood the wide-hipped Kuuna as naked as the others, her legs spread with her hands perched on her bare hips.  "Why must you always attempt to steal all the fun?"

Vanya furrowed her brow as she regarded her sister.  "I was merely checking on father.  No one said you could not join me."

The second daughter hopped over to them almost instantly, and without hesitation she took her place on her father's opposite flank, smooshed her rump rather firmly against his cheek, and popped her plump lips over the head of his manhood as her sister stroked him.  Kuuna's tongue happily began to flick back and forth over her father's sensitive head, and every drop of precum he produced she happily drank.  She even accompanied her gestures with heavy, exaggerated moans, which had exactly the desired effect on her father.

Vanya rolled her eyes, her stroking gently nudging her sister's planted lips.  "You overdo it, you know that?"

Kuuna shot her sister a sideways glance and lifted one hand to flip Vanya off without budging her lips.

"Ladies, are you seriously still competing for father's affections?" suddenly called out a third female voice.  Brexa, the tallest and eldest of the three sisters, had perched herself against the open archway of the door.  Unlike her sisters, Brexa had taken up cooking at a young age, and as the ship's chef she always kept her family and herself exceptionally well-fed.  Her exceptional curves were squished tight as she kept her arms crossed over her magnificent chest, and when she did let them go, both breasts bounced beautifully at the behest of benevolent... gravity.

Both sisters froze in place, both turning to look at her and spat out in unison, "What's it to you?"

Brexa giggled as she uprighted herself and began a slow, measured path toward the three of them.  Each hoofstep against the wood floor sent every glorious curve of hers rippling.  "Because there never was a contest... was there, father?"

The captain was a bit too feverish to respond, though it was clear he was thoroughly enjoying watching her approach.

A smug grin crossed Brexa's face as she pushed her sisters away and swung one long leg over her father to straddle him.  Her nethers were thickly shrouded in silvery curls, which in turn teasingly caressed her father's manhood as she hovered herself dangerously over him.  The eldest sister had to fight the urge to lean in and kiss the sick man.  "Mmmmh...!" she moaned as her hips slowly slid downward, her father's manhood disappearing amongst her hairy nether lips until it had vanished completely.

Both of her sisters huffed angrily.  "Mother always told us to share, yes?" Kuuna remarked.

Brexa's plump posterior rocked back and forth atop her father's manhood, prompting more lascivious moans from the eldest sister.  "He has two balls as well, sweets.  Go play with something more in your league, hmm?"

Kuuna opened her mouth to shoot back, but stopped when she heard a familiar suckling sound.  She turned to see Vanya with her lips already wrapped around her father's left nut, kissing and teasing the hefty, hairy orb.  Vanya looked up to meet her sister's gaze and let go of his flesh with a soft ‘pop'.  "What?" she asked innocently.

Kuuna could only shake her head.  With a sigh she dropped down next to her younger sister and took her father's untended ball into her mouth.  Both sisters softly suckled in unison, however each time their elder sister rocked her bottom, both girls were smooshed between it and the bed.  After about the third time, Kuuna boldly reached up and gave her elder sister a firm smack on the rump, quickly followed by an intrusive finger between her cheeks.

Brexa yelped and growled at the smack, but the following finger melted her growl into another moan.  Her hips rose higher than before, and with consideration she kept herself from shoving her sisters again, so long as Kuuna's finger remained inside her.

The captain was practically overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations his daughters brought him.  Even through his feverish haze, the elder male could feel his release fast coming.  His eyes tightened shut and his body seized up, right on the brink of climax....

... when his eyes finally opened up proper.  The sea captain was still in his bed, covered by a pile of blankets, with a trio of shortish, lanky draenei males simply standing around him.  All were dressed in pirate regalia, and all had confused and concerned looks on their faces.  "Father, do you feel any better?"

The captain looked between the three of them and sighed.  "Get out there and keep the others working, lads... I'll... I'll be up shortly."

"But father," one began to protest.

"I said get out there ye scallywags!" the captain returned firmly, causing all three to flee the room as quick as could be.  The weary captain sighed sadly.  "Somehow, from the beginning, I knew I'd be cursed with only sons," he murmured to himself.