<1>
“I’m ready!  How close are you, dad?” Lyrah’s melodious voice called down the stairs
“I’ve been ready for a while, you know,” Drenan returned patiently.  The bulky tauren sat cross-legged on a cushion in their living room as he did his best to touch up the red paint along his fur.  His previously dark almond-colored fur and horns had been painted a bright crimson color, and a plastic sheath had been placed over his swishing tail to make it look much thicker and scaly.  Two plastic tentacles were attached beneath his chin, and a pair of magically-glowing red contacts had been placed over his eyes.  His paladin armor had been replaced with a much darker black-and-green set as well.  All in all he looked just like an eredar, save for the bull-like muzzle and the texture of his red ‘skin’.
“Sorry!” she added as she hurried down the stairs in her own costume.  Her once-brown fur was now a patchy, pale blue color.  More slender tentacles adorned her own chin, and a smoother sheath covered her tail.  White-glowing contacts were in her own eyes, and it was clear an effort had been made to paint her hair white, but with much less success than her fur.  A simple set of white-and-gold robes covered most of her form, save for her hooves, making it extra clear that she was meant to look like a draenei.  She flashed her father a proud smile and did a quick twirl, her robes flying up to her knees and back down again.  “How do I look?”
Drenan cupped his chin with one hand and squinted at his daughter in a mock expression of inspection.  “Beautifully scary, buuuuuut,” he paused as he stood.  “Do you have any paint left?”  Lyrah nodded and darted back to her room without a word, returning with a nearly-empty vial of blue paint.  After a few deft finger movements, her horns looked much less patchy.  “That should do it.”
Lyrah did a little curtsy of gratitude.  “Why thank you.  You ready then?”
Drenan grabbed his massive hammer -now transmogrified to match the color scheme of his demonic armor- and hefted it over one shoulder with ease.  “So it would seem, if you are certain about this.”
The younger taureness shot him a quizzical look as she was halfway out the door.  “What do you mean?”
The paladin hesitated as he considered his words, not wanting to upset his daughter.  “Well, is this activity not meant for… well, children?”
Lyrah laughed heartily as the door closed behind the pair, both hopping onto her father’s wyvern as the sun continued to set along the horizon.  “There’s no age restriction on the candy buckets, dad.  Besides, the candy’s great, and we can be out together without having to worry, you know?”  She wiggled her bottom happily as she settled against his lap and chest, the wyvern sweeping them high into the air and across Kalimdor.
Drenan nodded as they flew, one red, burly arm wrapped around his daughter’s midriff to hold her close.  His plated armor prevented her from feeling his response to her touch, but she seemed to smile at him coyly nonetheless.  “You have a point,” he admitted.  “It is a good night to be out, too.  I care not for the Forsaken, but their holiday is… fun.”
“Candy, candy, candy,” Lyrah chirped happily, scanning the ground below them for signs of her prey.  Soon their wyvern was soaring across Durotar, and without skipping a beat she pointed at the local inn like an arrow.  “Candy!”  The wyvern sped into a dive and landed harshly onto the rough ground as the taur-enei hopped off and made a beeline inside.  
Drenan could only chuckle as he watched her excitement.  She’d gone trick-or-treating every year as a child, and even during her travels she’d told him she’d gone.  She was indeed a mature woman, but he couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the thought of her retaining some semblance of youth.  He dismissed his wyvern lazily and started trudging toward the inn when a sudden burst of fire leapt from an open window, startling several orcs who stood outside.  Immediately Drenan’s hammer was in his hands as he barreled inside, only to find Lyrah standing toe-to-toe with none other than a succubus.
The shamaness growled angrily at the demon, hurling another shock of fire in her direction.  “Leave!  Now!”
Drenan hesitated briefly as he took in the sight of the succubus.  It was Hallow’s End after all, and to strike someone simply in costume would be horrendous.  In truth the demon did appear to be a succubus, but he had a hard time believing the guards hadn’t caught the real thing as opposed to an imposter.  The succubus cracked her whip at the shock, deflecting it and sending it out the window the first one went through.  “Oooh, a fiesty one!” she spoke in perfect Orcish.  “Come now, surely you can do better than thaaat.  Make me purrrrrrr.”  Lyrah had no weapon to speak of, but another call of the elements sent a burst of wind toward the succubus, prompting a third lash of the whip to deflect.  “Oh sweetie, don’t-”  The purple-skinned demon stopped dead as her eyes caught the taur-edar, her nose twitching rapidly as if smelling something no one else could.  Both tauren exchanged confused glances as her eyes lit up with immeasurable glee.  “You two have… and you are…!?  Ohhhh I have just got to see this!” she cried.  Before Drenan could react, the succubus cracked her whip loudly in midair to spew a purple mist.  The mist showered Lyrah before she could move and caused her to choke and sputter heavily.
Drenan growled angrily and charged the succubus without a second thought and brought his hammer forward to strike, but before it could land a fel green barrier surrounded the succubus, deflecting the blow with ease.  “Whoa whoa whoa!” echoed a gravelly voice as a turquoise-skinned orc came darting from a back room.  “What in the hell are you two doing!?  That’s my pet you heathens!”
The paladin furrowed his brow angrily.  “Your ‘pet’ assaulted my dau-” he caught himself, rerouting his words. “My date.  Neither of us appreciate getting attacked in an establishment meant for rest,” he growled, striding over to his daughter.  Lyrah had crumpled onto her knees as she choked and coughed, and Drenan patted her back firmly to try and help.  As the coughing subsided, she gave him an uneasy smile and a nod of appreciation.
The orc placed his hands on his hips and dismissed his succubus into thin air, though she couldn’t resist a quick glance of disappointment before her dismissal.  “She’s here to bring in customers!  She wouldn’t dare attack unless provoked!”
Drenan glanced to Lyrah, who returned with a somewhat sheepish glance of her own before resuming her choking cough.  The paladin sighed and stood tall to the orc.  “Apologies, sir.  We shall treat elsewhere, but first-”
“Good!  Out with you both!” he cut Drenan off, waving his hands in the air madly.  “And don’t come back!”
<2>
        The tauren pair were finally outside when Lyrah stopped coughing.  Drenan looked back to her and placed a concerned hand on her shoulder.  “Are you alright?”
        Lyrah gave an uneasy nod.  “I… think so.  I mean, I guess I just feel kinda… warm.”
        “Warm?” he prodded with suspicion.  “Warm how?”
        The taur-enei hefted herself slowly atop the wyvern.  “It’s weird… it feels like you and I just… you know….”  She subtly made a circle with two fingers and awkwardly pushed a finger from her other hand through the circle.
        Drenan climbed up behind her and the wyvern took off into the sky.  The paladin mulled her words over in deep thought for several moments before he spoke again.  “It must have been the succubus.  I know so little about warlocks and their magics… do you think you’ll be alright to continue?”
        Lyrah’s head whipped around sharply to look at her father as she nodded.  “Oh, yeah I think I’ll be fine.  It’s just warm, that’s all.  Nothing painful or anything!”
        “Well, alright then,” he added and allowed himself to relax again.  He trusted his daughter’s word despite his concerns.  The wyvern sailed over the darkening landscape once more, until this time the duo touched down along the northern outskirts of Ratchet.  Yet again the pair dismounted and made their way through the lively port town toward the local inn, but as they walked, Drenan couldn’t help but keep aware of his daughter’s unease.  
Her eyes darted from one costumed person to the next, and her steps seemed somehow more like shuffles the further they went.  Once inside the inn, the pair happily retrieved their scoops of candy, but as they stepped outside, Lyrah stopped dead in her tracks.  “Dad,” she said quietly, her blue hands twitching slightly.  “It’s… it’s getting warmer.”
Drenan’s concern returned.  “You mean your-”
She cut him off with a rapid nod, glancing around at the crowd, very few of which paid them any attention.  “It’s getting really, really warm… like, I don’t know if I can stop from-”
The elder tauren grasped his daughter’s wrist softly.  “Come,” he said, and with skillful ease the pair ducked between the inn and the neighboring building.  Quickly they stepped out behind the inn which, thankfully, was uninhabited.  The pair slipped over to a barrel where they waited for a long moment to ensure they would not be bothered.  No one came.  “Alright sweetie, show me what you mean.”
Despite the blue paint, Lyrah’s cheeks were heavily flushed with color.  She reached down to the fringe of her robes and yanked them harshly up to her waistline.  Indeed the thorough shamaness had painted nearly every inch of her fur blue, and in her flirtatious nature she’d purposefully neglected to put on undergarments.  The sight of his daughter’s bare quim was not new to Drenan, but it was clear that the blue fur around it was heavily matted with her own nectar, and the paint itself was starting to falter beneath the wetness.  “Dad… I’ve never felt like this before.  I… I’ve never been so… wanting in my life.”
Drenan was taken aback by her words.  Since their shift in lifestyle it wasn’t uncommon for one to approach the other openly with their needs, but the cadence in her voice was less confident and more… uneasy?  Desperate?  It was difficult for him to discern.  “Oh.  Then, you think that-”
Before he could finish, Lyrah dipped one hand between her legs and began to weave her fingers all along her nether lips, touching and caressing them with clear urgency.  The taur-enei bit her lip and looked at her father as she did so.  “It feels really, really good… daddy,” she cooed through a stifled moan.
The paladin glanced around the area once more to be certain before his powerful hands wrapped around her waist and hefted her off her hooves with ease.  Lyrah giggled in surprise as she was placed atop the nearby barrel, which in turn allowed her to spread her legs wider for better access.  “If it will help, we’d best make it quick,” the taur-edar whispered to his daughter, his hands quickly moving for his belt.  “And try to stay quiet, okay?” he instructed gently.
Lyrah’s urgent nod was enough.  Her fingers were already moving more quickly, and a pool of her nectar had begun to form atop the barrel itself.  Within moments her father’s manhood came into view, already fully erect and ready for her as he simply looked at her.  “Please,” she breathed, trying to spread her legs even more for him.  “I just… I really, really need this, daddy.”
Drenan’s gentle hands moved to Lyrah’s plump rump and shoulder to brace her as he stepped closer.  The tapered tip of his manhood slid up and along her quivering quim, prompting an unexpected flood of her nectar once more, thoroughly slicking the flesh.  Lyrah strained back a moan of intense pleasure, arching her hips toward him as he stroked her nethers twice more with his shaft, each time sending shockwaves of delight throughout her body.
“No teasing, daddy… please,” she cooed.  “I need it now.”
Drenan looked at her curiously, hesitating.  “But I’ve barely-“
Before he could finish, Lyrah reaches down, took hold of his shaft by the base, and pulled him toward her as she shoved her hips forward.  In the blink of an eye, her father was balls deep inside her, followed by the most feral, lustful groan of pleasure he’d ever heard her make.
The sudden warmth and wetness that surrounded his manhood nearly brought the taur-edar to his knees.  Concerns of consent faded and were replaced by his desire for his faux draenei, and without prompt his grip tightened upon her to brace her as he pulled his hips back. Their eyes met briefly before his lips pressed firmly against hers, followed by a firm thrust of his hips to drive his manhood back inside her, jarring her entire body viciously atop the barrel.
Lyrah simply moaned into the kiss. Her attempts to stifle them were growing weaker.  The costumed taureness threw her arms around her father’s neck to cling to him tightly as he began a swift rhythm of slicked thrusting.  Her entire body quivered in pure ecstasy -far more intense than usual- and as much as she tried to keep her lips to his, Lyrah couldn’t resist throwing her head back to squeak out a moan of sheer delight.
Drenan’s eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do, and as quick as a whip one of his muscular hands slipped up to cover her muzzle and stifle the moo-like moan.  Lyrah’s own eyes went wide at the gesture and her head righted itself to look at him.  The elder tauren attempted to whisper a brief ‘sorry’, but in response Lyrah shook her head harshly.  Their relationship was still fairly new, but Drenan wasn’t about to question his daughter’s desires.
Indeed, Lyrah moaned even more fiercely into her father’s hand, rocking her curvaceous form against him wildly, hungrily.  Her eyes met his yet again and locked with his gaze.  The dim glow of the magic contacts was all that lit up the pair, though she couldn’t resist looking up and down his muscular form.  Her hands around his neck suddenly started to pull at the clasps of his armor, and before he knew it his breastplate had been torn from his body and cast to the ground.
The paladin did not oppose.  The hand on her rump simply squeezed even tighter, and each jarring thrust brought his bare chest closer to her body.  His sensibilities were fading fast, and knowledge of their surroundings was becoming a distant memory through the fog of lust that surrounded him.  Drenan broke their eye contact to look her up and down.  Her lower body was still exposed for their pleasure, though her robes still thickly covered her hefty chest and belly.  The hand over her mouth left briefly as he took hold of the collar of her robes, and before she knew what he wanted, he’d yanked the fabric downward heavily.  Threads snapped and strained as he worked to stretch the fabric, and once satisfied he reached in and hefted her breasts up and out one at a time.
The crisp evening air hardened the taureness’ pert nipples instantly, prompting another moo of a moan before Drenan could get his hand back over her mouth.  She seemed to completely ignore her stretched costume, and yet another, louder moan followed as she felt her father’s lips latch firmly onto her left nipple.  Lyrah arched her back to press her chest into her father’s face as much as she could.  Her body was practically numb with pleasure from all the stimulation, and that last bit was enough to rack her body with waves of climactic pleasure.  Her eyes screwed shut as wave after wave washed over her and forced her body to tense up.  Her hands tightened their grip on his neck to hold him as close as she could, and through her muffled moans she began to chant, “Daddy… daddy I’m…!”
The pair were utterly enthralled with one another.  All that mattered was that the pair found their release in that moment.  A crescent moon shined up above as the pair had their fun, and while darkness mostly surrounded them, the lights from Ratchet casted several shadows among the alleys that led to their little hiding spot, one of which began moving toward them as they obliviously continued their taboo jaunt….
<3>
        Drenan practically lost himself in his daughter’s bust as he suckled, licked, and kissed her considerable nipple again and again.  His hips never skipped a beat as they bucked back and forth, and not a peep of disapproval could be caught from Lyrah.  Even as the waves of climactic pleasure wracked the taur-enei’s body, her nethers did not recoil from sensitivity.  If anything they seemed to feel even warmer.  She craved… no, needed her father more than she had ever recalled needing his love before.  In the back of her mind she might have known something was a bit off, but her body had overwhelmed the rest of her thoughts with sheer pleasure.  Even as the waves of delight from her first climax faded, a second began building up before she even knew what was happening.  It truly was perpetual bliss as long as she felt his touch.
        The elder tauren was in a similar predicament.  He’d always encouraged her to come to him when she needed something, and even through their blossoming relationship he continued to encourage her to approach him when she craved release.  He was never one to deny her, and even now he found himself lost in her body, so much so that the encroaching shadow soon walked into view without him even catching it out of the corner of his eye.  His full face was lost between his daughter’s breasts, and it wasn’t until the newcomer let out a soft gasp that the paladin’s sensibilities returned, albeit only slightly.
        Drenan’s ear perked up quickly, though he found it difficult to pull his face far enough from her chest to see anything.  His eye suddenly went wide, however, as the sight of another female tauren came into view among the shadows.  She stood a touch shorter than Lyrah with snowy white fur and green eyes, while most of her body was wrapped in cloth that had a number of leaves and branches attached haphazardly to it.
        The invading young taureness had a three-fingered hand over her dropped jaw in shock.  It was clear that she was squinting through the darkness at first when she said, “Lyrah?  Is… is that you?”  Lyrah continued her mindless writhing, oblivious to the newcomer’s words.  It was Drenan who finally had to tighten his grip on his daughter and withdraw his still-erect manhood, though before he could speak, the newcomer added, “Mr. Lighthand…?”
        As if Drenan needed the extra stress.  One hand dropped to cover his manhood as the other attempted to put away Lyrah’s breasts, but the enthralled taur-enei simply moaned at his touch.  The paladin took a much longer look at the newcomer, and among her branches he finally realized who she was.  With a nervous sigh he said, “It has been a while, Talla… uh, Lyrah has not invited you over since her return, has she?”
        Talla’s snow-white cheeks were flushed a deep crimson.  “Nope, nuh-uh… I was actually hoping she might… um…”  Her eyes settled upon the still-writhing, half-nude Lyrah as she continued to reach for her father’s manhood.  He was clearly trying to be gentle in keeping her away, but she was not having it.  “Is… is she okay?  Were you two…?”
        Drenan was thankful for the red paint, otherwise he’d be as flushed as she was.  He glanced to his costumed daughter as she hopped off the barrel and threw herself around his arm to cling to him like a child.  “Please, daddy, more… please….”
        “Not now,” he replied calmly.
        “But it’s still so warm, I can’t take it daddy!” she cried a bit too loudly for his comfort while she, yet again, reached for his manhood.
        The taur-edar furrowed his brow in frustration and reluctantly ignored Lyrah for a moment.  “To answer your second question… yes, we were.  Our relationship has gotten… complex, as of late.  For your first question, however,”  Drenan paused and glanced at his begging daughter.  “I’m not sure.  She has never acted quite so desperately before.”
        “I see,” Talla remarked and fiddled with her hands absently.  “Well, um, I guess I should probably just be-”
        “No!” cried Lyrah suddenly.  She looked at Talla with a devilish grin.  “Come, sit, waaaatch,” she purred seductively and puffed out her bare chest as if putting on a show.  “You have time, riiiight?”
        If Talla’s cheeks could’ve gotten redder, they certainly would have.  “I, uh, well, um,” she sputtered awkwardly.
        Finally Drenan steeled himself.  This was the last straw, and with a heavy stomp of his hoof he stood between Lyrah and Talla.  “Do not listen to her, Talla.”  He whirled around to face Lyrah as she swayed on her hooves, though still her mind seemed set on her father’s body.  
Drenan knelt before the taur-enei and placed a gentle hand upon her writhing forehead.  A quick burst of light showered Lyrah, and after a moment her gaze appeared to refocus on her father.  “Mmmm… hey, dad,” she echoed softly with a shaky smile.
“Lyrah!  Are you alright?” he asked, attempting once again to cover his daughter up.
“Oh I’m great,” she assured him with a nod.  Her tone of voice was calm and soothing.  “But it’s still really warm down there.”  She looked over his shoulder at the awkwardly-standing Talla.  “We didn’t have to stop.  She could’ve just watched.”
“Damn,” Drenan swore.  She seemed much calmer after his cleansing spell, but it was clear that something was still wrong.  “Sweetheart, I promise I’ll give you all that you want in a little bit, but for right now I need you to stick with me and keep your clothes on, okay?”
Lyrah put on the poutiest face she could muster.  “But why?”
“Something’s not right,” he stated simply and returned his attention to Talla.  “I’m sorry for Lyrah.  I think something might’ve happened earlier tonight.  I need to make sure she gets back to normal… somehow.”
Talla swallowed hard, but the color started to leave her cheeks as the pair of dressed-up tauren covered themselves.  “What do you mean?”
“We had an encounter with a succubus earlier.  I didn’t catch the entire ordeal, but I know Lyrah got doused with something.  I need to get her well again.  She normally doesn’t act like this.”
“I see,” she added.  “But you two doing… is still…?”
Drenan grimaced.  “It’s a long story, but in short, yes.  I know little more about demons aside from how to kill them,” he admitted reluctantly.  “If you have any knowledge-”
Talla seemed to liven up a bit at this.  “Actually, one of my other friends is a warlock.  Maybe he’ll be able to help if I ask him.”
“Is your friend discreet?”
“Forsaken have to be.”
This did not sit well with the taur-edar, but ultimately he said, “Better than a Grimtotem.  Alright, please take us to him.”
Talla hesitated.  “Promise me first that you’re not hurting Lyrah.  It’s… what you guys were doing is-“
“I promise,” he assured her.  “I’ll explain everything along the way if you can guide us.  I need Lyrah to be… normal again.”
Lyrah continued to pout.  “But you can make the warmth stop if you let me have moooore.”
“When we get there, you can have all you want,” he reiterated to her, hoping it’d provoke some semblance of proper compliance from her.
“Fiiiiiine,” Lyrah returned and blew a raspberry in midair.  Her fingers absently dipped back beneath her robes as she stood, though Drenan gently guided them away.
“Lead the way,” Drenan asked of Talla.
<4>
The rocking of the boat was plenty loud enough to keep Drenan‘ swords private as he relayed his story to Talla.  The trio had found a quiet corner below deck to converse, and thankfully the few patrons who remained had either passed out drunk or were in the process of doing so.  Lyrah had been guided far into the shadows to allow her to keep herself busy with personal pleasure, and with the burly taur-dear in front of her, she was plenty safe enough to disrobe and enjoy.  Talla absorbed their story with intense interest, though during the occasional paus she would subtly steal a glance at the preoccupied Lyrah.
“And that leaves us here,” Drenan finished and bit his lip nervously as he awaited her response.
“Wow,” was all she could think to say.  She looked between the pair for a long moment before continuing.  “I had no idea that you guys had gotten so close.  I mean, I guess there’s no way I could’ve known, but wow.”  She cracked a small smile as her eyes turned to the floor.  “I’m sorry for barging in on you two now.  What you guys have seems sweet to me.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he assured her.  “If anything I’m thankful it was a familiar face.”
She smiled a bit more, but still she didn’t look up.  “Well, I hope Jarek can help her at least.  I don’t know who else we could turn to if he can’t.”
“Agreed.  I promise her current behavior isn’t normal.”
“Nngh, I’m… fine,” Lyrah chimes in suddenly as her body tightened up.  She gasped as yet another climax racked her body.  Drenan and Talla both jumped up to keep her in place with Drenan covering her mouth and Talla holding down her flailing legs, her hands firmly clamped upon Lyrah’s bare thighs.  Moments later the climax subsided, and the blue-painted taureness went right back to touching herself.
Talla’s cheeks flushed yet again after she let go of Lyrah, this time directing her words toward her.  “A-are you sure about that?”
Lyrah nodded fervently.  “The night’s still young.  I want my candy, but I just… can’t… stop until it cools down.”  Indeed Lyrah did sound normal, but it was clear that her overwhelming lust had taken precedence.
Talla had to force herself to look away.  “I-I see.”  Suddenly a loud bell from above deck rang out twice as the boat’s rocking lessened considerably.  “Well, we’re halfway there,” she remarked to Drenan.
“Good,” he returned and grabbed Lyrah’s robe.  “Would you mind?” he asked politely.
Talla nodded as the pair approached Lyrah.  Talla gently pried Lyrah’s arms away from her dripping quim as Drenan pulled the robe over her head.  The pair were able to get one of her arms through its sleeve, but the other immediately went back between her legs beneath the robe.  Her paint was still holding up, but the stretched neckline of the robe presented passerby with a deep view of her considerable cleavage.  It wasn’t ideal coverage, but it’d have to do.
Drenan and Talla each took one side of Lyrah as the trio stepped off the boat and into the infamous Booty Bay.  Jack-o-lanterns plastered the docks and multitude of shacks that covered the bay, and costumed denizens of all races filed in and out of the local inn for their candy.  It was then that Drenan bothered to take a longer look at Talla and ask, “What exactly are you dressed as anyway?”
“Oh, this?  I’m a druid in tree form!” she declared and did a brief twirl.  The branches atop her head did vaguely look afro-like, but the rest was… well, clearly homemade is the nicest way to put it.
Drenan chuckled and flicked a stray branch.  “Apologies, I should have known sooner.”
Talla smiled nonetheless, and soon enough the trio had found their way to the flight master.  Lyrah had to be somewhat dragged a few times, but as long as she kept herself busy beneath her robes she wasn’t much trouble.  Not many people stood around the flight master, and those who did were often inexperienced adventurers.  “We need to get to Silverpine Forest.  Jarek has a lab set up out there.”
The taur-edar raised an eyebrow as he handed some silver to the flight master.  “Why not in the Undercity?”
The ramshackle treant hesitated before answering.  “He… might’ve gotten banished a while back.  He can be a little standoffish at times.”
“Comforting,” he added as their wyvern landed before them.  Lyrah happily hopped onto the first, knowing full well that Drenan would sidle up behind her.  “This should get us there quicker than flying independently at least.  If this doesn’t work, however…”  The elder tauren let his words hang in the air as he shot the younger Talla a stern look.
Talla mounted her wyvern next to him and swallowed hard.  “Y-yes, sir.”
        Both wyverns took off simultaneously to speed over the ever-changing landscape of the Eastern Kingdoms.  There was no chat to be had between the wyverns, but Talla often had her eyes trained upon the uncharacteristic Lyrah.  Drenan had enough trouble trying to keep the restless Lyrah from squirming too much, but thankfully the wyvern they rode hardly wavered with the extra movement.
        “Lyrah, please,” Drenan implored, his muscular arms tightening around his daughter’s waist as they flew.  
Her bottom continuously moved from left to right, and at his words the taur-enei glanced back at her father and grinned cheekily.  “Oh daddy, don’t tell me you don’t like it.”
Drenan swallowed hard and put on a stern look.  “This is not the place, and you are in no state to-”
His words caught in his throat as Lyrah suddenly lurched forward from his reach.  Her hands dipped down to the fringe of her robes to hike them back up to her waist and leave her bare bottom exposed to the night air.  Drenan reached out to grab her again, but his firm pull back brought her bare rump bouncing heavily against his armored manhood.  “Cold!” she squeaked in surprise, but after a moment her demeanor returned to promiscuous.  “Come on daddy, I need to be waaaarm.  You know you wannaaaaaa.”
As frustrated as Drenan was, her motion had its desired effect, and soon the metal constraint that kept his lust at bay became unpleasantly painful.  “You’re not in the right.  I can’t.”
“Pleeease?  No one has to know,” she cooed and teasingly squished her plump bottom up against him more firmly.  She arched her back and tilted her head back to look up at him with wide puppy dog eyes.  “I need you, daddy.”
The elder tauren glanced over at Talla, who appeared not to be noticing.  In truth she’d been watching the whole time, but as a practiced huntress she knew how to remain incognito when the need arose.  With an uncomfortable grunt, one hand left his daughter’s waist to flip a couple of armor buckles open.  “Just be subtle,” he added as his tone dropped to a whisper.
<5>
Lyrah’s blue grin went wide as her head snapped back forward.  She bounced her rump against him a few more times as the plate that covered his manhood dropped to one side.  She felt his now-hardened length slip up along the crease of her bottom, and with a light moan she quietly slid her rear end up and down, grinding her nether lips slickly against his warm, thick shaft.
Drenan’s sensibilities seemed to slip away yet again at his daughter’s touch.  He knew he couldn’t move much being on a wyvern’s back, but aside from that he shamelessly planted a firm hand upon her left flank and guided her up and down his length.  As wet as she already was, his entire tool was practically drenched within moments, and, before he could initiate, Lyrah lifted her rear end up and brought it down firmly upon him.  His entire length disappeared within her as quickly as it had appeared.  Lyrah bit back a loud squeak from the deep penetration, but she swiftly transitioned into bouncing her bottom yet again to simulate her father thrusting into her.
The taur-edar made few moves to stop her.  If Lyrah bounced a bit too high, his grip would tighten and remind her to keep low profile.  His bulky armor kept most of their connection concealed, though her bare legs might’ve given away their activity to the trained eye… a trained eye such as Talla’s, for instance.  The huntress hadn’t missed a thing, and as Lyrah started bouncing on Drenan’s shaft, she, too, couldn’t resist slipping her left hand beneath the fringe of her wrappings to toy with her own slit.  Her gaze kept itself mostly fixated upon Lyrah’s bare legs and what she could see of her rump.  It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep Talla’s interest throughout the relatively long flight.  
For the second time that evening, Drenan felt the pressure at the core of his manhood begin to well, but as he was on his way to his breaking point, a sudden lurch from the wyvern snapped him from his concentrated reverie.  His eyes opened to realize they’d landed in the middle of the Sepulcher with a small smattering of forsaken milling about here and there.  He was still deeply buried within his daughter, and the pair had no choice but to awkwardly dismount simultaneously.  Talla giggled to herself as she watched, having had to pull her own hand from herself just before landing.
Lyrah didn’t seem to care, but Drenan’s iron grip kept her close as the two steadily made their way toward the outskirts of the small crypt.  He had no desire to expose the both of them in front of anyone, let alone forsaken.
Talla kept quiet as well until the Sepulcher was out of sight, and finally, albeit reluctantly, Drenan withdrew himself from Lyrah and ensured that the pair were properly dressed yet again.  “Twice,” he murmured under his breath, struggling with maintaining the idea that he wasn’t about to take advantage of his own daughter unfairly.
With a cheerful smile and no acknowledgement of the flight, Talla beckoned them onward into a deeper portion of the forest.  It was perhaps a five minute walk before the trio came to a hidden crypt entrance amongst a cluster of thick pines.  Drenan inhaled and exhaled deeply.  “I’m trusting you, Talla.”
The huntress nodded a bit more confidently.  “Right.  I promise he knows what he’s doing.”
The crypt led all three tauren below ground.  Several flights of stairs led them to a sizeable room with an open hallway at the opposite end.  The hallway itself had a purple barrier of magic covering it, but still Talla approached the right side and confidently pushed a loose stone inward about an inch, saying, “Jarek, it’s Talla.  You in there?”
A moment later, a disembodied, gravelly voice answered.  “I did not expect you to visit so soon, Talla.  Is my sister well?”
Slight color flitted across the huntress’ cheeks.  “She is, yeah, but she’s not with me tonight.  I’m actually here with a friend who needs help.”
“Color me intrigued,” the voice returned, and a moment later the purple barrier faded.  Talla beckoned them onward until the hallway funneled into a much larger room.  This one had several demonic circles and runes drawn atop large platforms, and a slew of alchemic equipment and tables lined all four walls.  The high ceiling held a massive chandelier lit with green candlelight, granting the entire room an eerie glow.  Another table stood before a raised pentagram, and in front of it, with his back turned to the trio, was a purple-robed forsaken.  Very little flesh remained upon his bones, and what was left hung in thin strips which dangled from the back of his neck and wrists every time he moved.  Long strands of greasy, matted hair draped down his back, and his bony feet clicked upon the stone when he shifted his pose.  Now and then he’d swirl a flask of unknown liquid, though the room had the thick scent of goldthorn, likely from said tincture.  “So, tell me of your malady,” he echoed without even bothering to look behind him.
Drenan squeezed Lyrah’s waist as he spoke.  Her hands were wholly unavailable having tucked them beneath her robes yet again.  “My daughter is… not in her right mind.  She had an encounter with a succubus earlier tonight, and since then she has been acting… exceptionally promiscuous.”
“Toward you?” he responded quickly.  The forsaken froze in place as he awaited an answer.
“Yes,” he answered after a brief hesitation.  “It is a long story.”
“Say no more,” he added and whirled around to properly regard them.  His eyes glowed a sickening yellow color, and despite his clear speech, half of his jaw was unhinged and hanging to one side.  “This is a simple matter.  Can you tell me the owner of the succubus?”
Drenan shook his head.  “He was the innkeeper out in Razor Hill.”
A half-grin formed upon the undead’s face, though it was doubtful he could form a full grin.  “Grosk, yes!  Silly bastard never did have proper control of his servants.”  He whirled back around sharply, took hold of a nearby staff, and strode up toward one of his massive pentagrams.  “A little interrogation should get her to reverse her enchantment easily enough.”
“I doubt she’ll be so willing,” Drenan mused.
“She will be,” Jarek assured him.  “I have a feeling I know what she wants.  This isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with Shezera.”  The warlock inscribed a series of unreadable runes at the pentagram’s center.  Satisfied with his work, Jarek hopped back off the pedestal and whirled his staff in the air to trace invisible patterns only he understood.  It was little more than a minute before a poof of pink smoke appeared at the pentagram’s center, and as it faded a simple succubus stood in its place.
Lyrah recognized the succubus instantly.  Her eyes narrowed angrily, but she was too preoccupied to say much other than a few moans.  Shezera, on the other hand, lit up with sheer glee as she caught sight of Lyrah.  “Darling!  You’ve come back to me!”
“F-fuck you…!” Lyrah squeaked, but a moment later her knees buckled as she played with herself, forcing her attention back to her nethers.
Drenan let out a fierce growl.  “What did you do to my daughter!?”
Shezera laughed haughtily from her pedestal.  “I gave her what she wanted!  Have you two not tasted each other’s forbidden fruit?  Why not just give in and be proud of such succulent taboo?”
“This is not right, nor what she wants.  You’ve exacerbated things beyond what they should be, and you need to make them right.  Now,” he retorted and reached for the hammer on his back.
The succubus laughed melodiously and stuck her tongue out at him.  “Oh sweetheart, just enjoy it!  You shun my gi- AAAAGH!”
Her words were cut off as Jarek lifted a bony hand to send a tendril of purple energy around one of her arms, twisting it fiercely around behind her back.  “He has little patience for your games, love.  Nor do I.  Now, talk and I might spare your limb.”
“Wait, wait!  Not fair!”  The tendril eased up, but did not let go of her wrist.  “If you want my help, you won’t get it for free, sweetie,” she said to Drenan.  “Do me a favor, and I’ll set her right again.  Demon’s honor.”
Drenan looked to Jarek who simply shrugged.  “I can only twist her arm so much.  I could rip her apart and she might not waver.”
The taur-edar bared his teeth.  “Spit it out.  What do you want?”
A devilish grin spread across her face.  “Fuck her in front of me, right now, and I will break the spell.”
<6>
        Drenan felt anger well up inside him.  “Now look here, demon-”
        “Hey, do you want her back to normal or not?” she cut him off and threw her bare arms into the air.  “You bring me here, you twist my arm, you ask me for help, and when I give it to you, you spurn me?  I am not a judge, dear paladin.  I simply want something in return for my services.”
        The taur-edar growled angrily.  What choice did he have.  He looked to Jarek again, who returned with a helpless shrug.  “I’ve played my part, too.  If nothing else, it will act as my payment, too.”
        A quick glance to Talla showed her with flushed cheeks yet again.  “I… if it helps Lyrah, maybe you should….”
        A heavy nudge to his shoulder brought his attention back to his daughter.  She already had her robes up past her waist, though it appeared she’d gotten most of her upper body wrapped up in the robe in her hasty attempt to remove it.  Drenan quickly helped curl the robe up around her bust to free her.  Lyrah gasped gratefully as she shot another seductive smile at her father.  “All I want is you, daddy,” she purred and practically threw herself against him to wrap her arms as best as she could around his armored torso.  “Just do it, daddy, I know you want to.”
        Drenan grimaced in frustration.  “But the spell.  You’re not…”
        Lyrah shook her head sharply, absently grinding her crotch against his leg.  “It’ll go away if we just listen.  Pleeease?”
        “The others, though,” he reminded her and glanced back around to the other three, none of which seemed to particularly mind.
        “It’ll make a nice show is all,” Lyrah assured him.  The taur-enei arched her back to puff her considerable chest upward for a better view.  “Just… please…?”
        The elder tauren glared at Shazera.  “Your kind is designed purely to entice the lustful.  My daughter and I’s relationship is one borne of love, and the lust you’re asking us to give into invalidates love if you’ve removed Lyrah’s ability to consent.”
        The succubus cackled sweetly at this.  “Oh darling, are you so blind?  She wants you more than ever because she loves you.  You’re the only one who can satisfy her, and my little spell only heightens her desires to the point where she can’t ignore them!  Have you seen her pine for anyone else?  No!  Her consent has always been there, sweetheart.  I am a maiden of lust, yes, but why would I care to see her lust after anyone else when you two have such a delicious bond already?” Shazera asked and flicked her tongue out to lick her lips hungrily.
        Drenan gritted his teeth.  “Fine.  You want to see lustful?”  A powerful arm wrapped around Lyrah’s waist as he suddenly scooped her under his arm like a barrel.  Long, heavy strides thundered against the stone as he strode across the room and up the stairs to the pedestal.  Lyrah squeaked at the initial grab, but she simply giggled and kicked her legs playfully as he walked with her.  Her curves bounced with each thunderous step (much to the delight of Talla’s ever-watchful eyes) and as they reached the top Drenan laid his daughter upon the cold stone sharply, but not unkindly.  If his glare could’ve killed, the succubus would’ve died right then and there as he stared her down.  “You’ll get lustful.”  The paladin suddenly started tearing at the hefty armor piece by piece and tossing them loudly across the room.  Lyrah sat up and attempted to assist with his leggings, but Drenan was a bit too worked up to properly notice.  Soon he stood as bare as his daughter atop the pedestal, his manhood standing at full mast in front of him as his eyes turned back to his daughter.
        The pair exchanged brief glances and happy grins before he was upon her.  His hands slammed down onto the stone by both sides of her head, and with a needy giggle one of her hands moved to his chest as the other reached down to boldly grasp his tool.  Her thighs and nethers were still thoroughly soaked, and Lyrah showed no hesitation in guiding him directly to her quivering quim.  “Do it,” she begged of him and squeezed the base of his shaft, and without further prompt the muscular tauren drove his hips forward to bury a good three quarters of his manhood deep inside her.
        Both Lyrah and Drenan let out rumbling groans of pure pleasure as they fell into one another.  Lyrah reached up to wrap her arms tightly around his neck as he began a swift rhythm of thrusting.  The paladin let his concerns and inhibitions slip away, replaced by sheer instinct and loving desire for his daughter, much like the spell had likely already done for her.  Her entire body bounced in response to each of his thrusts as her back arched up toward him, once again puffing her chest up for his viewing pleasure.  His lips alternated from pressing against hers to latching onto a nipple to suckle, pulling at it to evoke a squeak of a moan as he let go.
        As this occurred, Shazera looked as if Winter Veil had come early for her.  Nectar began to drench her own covered nethers, though without hesitation she yanked them viciously down her legs to allow her to touch herself as she desired.  She could not sit down or move from that spot due to the spell, but she wasn’t about to let the opportunity to view something so taboo go to waste.
        Moans and groans of pleasure echoed throughout the crypt, and all the while Jarek appeared to nod his head in satisfaction, not that anyone was looking.  The forsaken had actually opened his own robes briefly, but a quick look down reminded him that much of his flesh had died away long ago, and with a wistful sigh he closed them again and took a seat on a stool to admire the scene quietly and respectfully.  
Jarek did pull out a piece of parchment though and scribble a quick note to himself.  No one caught it but Talla, and even she only caught sight of the words ‘steal’, ‘attachment’, and ‘junk’.  Her peek was very brief, however, as she found it most difficult to tear her gaze away from Lyrah as she was being ravished.  The huntress hardly noticed herself take several shaky steps toward the lewd display.  Shazera’s eyes flitted over her briefly before returning to the display, but to the onlooking warlock it was clear there was no magic prompting Talla onward.  The room itself was hardly conducive to comfort or personal pleasure in general, but that didn’t stop the enthralled Talla from taking a cross-legged seat on the floor and slipping one hand beneath the cloth that covered her aching nethers as she watched her friend.
The tauren father and daughter were oblivious of the onlookers.  Their focus was entirely on each other and milking as much pleasure as they could.  Lyrah squeezed her father tight to brace herself with each thrust, each one sinking himself just a bit deeper inside her until his hefty balls smacked against her plump thighs.  Her hooves scraped against the stone to try and brace herself further, but it was hardly necessary as she felt him fill her again and again with his thick cock.  A sloppy kiss met Drenan’s lips immediately after they left her nipple, and his eyes slipped shut as he focused on the warm embrace of his daughter, the slick tongue that intertwined with his, and the incredible tightness of her quim as she took him in and out over and over.  
As the kiss broke, Lyrah echoed a much more moo-like moan of ecstasy, but quickly followed with, “Top!  Now daddy!”  It wasn’t much to go on, but Drenan could feel what she meant more than just her words said.  His back lowered as his arms wrapped around her, and in a single, swift motion he buried himself inside her and threw his body to one side.  The pair performed an expertly-executed 180 degree roll, leaving Lyrah on top with Drenan’s back to the cold floor.  The blue tauren let out a sort of manic giggle as her curvaceous form began to bounce atop her father’s lap.  “Cold stone,” she echoed, her last word slipping into a drawn-out moan as she threw her head back in delight.
Drenan’s powerful hands reached out to her, one taking hold of her waist as the other shot to her right breast to squeeze the bouncing flesh hungrily.  Lyrah’s moans grew louder at the new sensations, and a squeak of delight accompanied every little pinch of her nipple.  One particular pinch held fast as Drenan pulled, the taureness lurching her upper body downward to follow his pull and meet his eyes once again.  Her own hands moved to his muscular chest and traced his own creases as her rump bounced up and down swiftly of its own accord, her tail swishing downward to graze his balls softly with each bounce.  “Lyrah,” he rumbled with a groan.  “Don’t… stop….”
Shazera had to choke back a delighted squeal, not wanting to break the couple’s concentration.  Her own fingers weaved between her nether lips with skillful grace as she gazed upon the pair, her thighs now soaked with her own nectar.  One hand reached up to scoop a far less sizeable breast from beneath her corset and pinch at its pierced nipple with a fierce twist, forcing her to bite back an even louder moan.  It was the business of a succubus to influence acts of lust, but this was the first chance Shazera had ever had to watch a girl mate with her own father.  It was almost more the demon could handle to watch.
Talla, likewise, stepped up her game when the pair swapped positions.  Her knees buckled together as her busy hand fumbled to tear at the cloth that concealed it.  Cool air ran over her less-experienced nethers as she toyed with them tenderly, her mind reeling as her eyes followed Lyrah’s heaving chest with each bounce, torn between watching it and her soft-looking rump.  “Lyrah,” she softly let escape as she bit her lip, though the taur-enei herself appeared not to notice.
Jarek observed the spectacle with mild amusement.  Certainly it was a sight he hadn’t seen before, in life or death, but it did make him long for his family before Tirisfal fell so long ago.  Still, as time passed he found himself steadily growing annoyed as he realized he was getting little to no work done with these invaders in his personal lab.  In response, he turned back to his bench and began fiddling with the alchemical tools upon it, and mere minutes later he’d produced a full vial of some mysterious purple serum.
Drenan’s focus did not waver, and the more Lyrah bounced, the more he felt that familar, climactic pressure begin to well up at his core.  His hands moved to her hips once again, this time pulling her down upon him much more firmly and increasing her bouncing rhythm considerably.  Lyrah’s mewling quickly evolved into needy moo-oaning, shamelessly giving into her primal instincts as she boldly rode her own father.  “Daddy…!” she squeaked between moans, making a vain attempt to warn him as an explosive climax racked her curvaceous form, forcing her to throw her head back and arch her back sharply in response.  Her nectar flowed like a small waterfall as she thoroughly soaked her father’s manhood, her muscles clenching around his shaft greedily, hungrily.
The added pressure was finally far more than Drenan could endure.  Her bounces did not stop, but the added tightness slowed down her rhythm a fair amount.  Breathing heavily, the taur-edar’s upper body rose to wrap Lyrah in an iron embrace and pull her fiercely onto him, wedging her soft bottom perfectly into his lap as his hips continued to rock up and down for a series of short, swift thrusts.  Her nethers gripped him all the tighter, and his own rumble of warning came out as a final, explosive groan as the well of pressure shot upward and burst forth without his control.  The tauren father and daughter clung to one another as Drenan’s body felt the familiar, enhanced pleasure of climax, his seed erupting forth from his manhood to flood his daughter’s womb and overflow in thick trails of white nectar from their tight connection.
This was far too much for both Shazera and Talla alike, and as the hints of Drenan’s seed appeared before them, so both females cried out in sheer pleasure, their knees buckling simultaneously as climactic waves invaded their own bodies with fierce intensity.  Succubi naturally produce copious quantities of nectar, but even Talla seemed to rival her as she dropped to her knees helplessly, back arched and jerking as if fighting to keep from crumpling entirely to the floor.
        As the waves of pleasure steadily began to subside, Drenan and Lyrah opened their eyes to look at each other.  A quick exchange of warm smiles led to a sloppy, yet loving, kiss and another embrace, their heavy breathing beginning to slow as their bodies calmed from the release.  As their kiss broke, Lyrah blinked a few times and let forth a gentle giggle.  “Wow… I… hey, I don’t feel warm down there anymore.  Did she stop it?”
        Drenan took a moment to catch his breath before looking to Shazera.  Her eyes were closed with her head lolled forward, hand still lodged between her drenched nether lips, as her other vainly clung to her exposed breast.  “Hey!” he called.  “We delivered!”
        Shazera’s eyes snapped open, and she let out a half-hearted, gasping giggle.  “It’s… it’s over already, sweetheart.  You broke it yourself.”
        The pair of tauren exchanged confused glances as they reluctantly untangled themselves from one another.  “What do you mean?” they asked together.
        Another giggle.  “All you ever had to do was cum in her, sweetie.  You did it, thereby sating her lust and breaking the magic.  Now it’s up to her to follow her lust when she wants.  Happy?”
        Drenan’s eyes widened in angry surprise, but before he could protest a swirl of purple smoke engulfed the spent Shazera.  The smoke dissipated quickly to reveal no succubus anymore.  Jarek cockily cracked his knuckles to let a residual puff of smoke seep from between a few of the joints.  “Alright, I think we are done here.  I’ve had enough cocktease for a second lifetime.”  He smacked the vial of liquid harshly on his table corner.  “This tincture will get you three back to Orgrimmar without fuss.  Drink it and get out of my sight so I can get back to work, will you?”
        Talla shakily pulled herself off the floor at this, struggling to stretch the permanently-torn wrappings that had once covered her nethers.  “R-right… th-thank you, Jarek.”  Drenan and Lyrah both nodded in agreement.
        “What’s done is done,” he said simply.  “Just… if this ever happens again, leave me out of it, alright?  Succubi sicken me now.”
        Lyrah and Drenan both darted to collect their discarded outfits.  The paint that had covered their fur had respectively begun to dampen with their activity, and in turn both had patches of red and blue on each other now, making them both look awkwardly fel-pocked.  Talla forcibly kept one hand covering herself as the other took the vial.  Once the pair were satisfied with their raggedy costumes, they met up with Talla and each took a quick gulp of the potion.  A puff of smoke engulfed them, and a moment later they found themselves standing inside the Orgrimmar inn, sweaty, ragged, satisfied, and ever-wanting to dig into the nearby candy bucket, entirely heedless of their own conditions.