<6> The male draenei was left breathless as the whirlwind that was Kani stepped nonchalantly out of the shower, leaving him to somewhat sullenly watch his swirls of spent cum spiral uselessly down the drain. His thoughts were his own once more… though he knew not what to make of them. It didn’t take Kani long to pull her pajamas back on, and with a satisfied gasp she stepped out of the bathroom, nearly knocking over her eavesdropping friends in the process. Her purple cheeks flushed darkly as she looked between them with a nervous chuckle. “Oh, hey guys… h-how long have you been here?” Laruu’s cheeks were flushed as well, and it was obvious she’d been caught with a hand down her pajama bottoms. A proud smile crossed her lips instead as she stood. “Respect, girl! Well done!” she returned and offered Kani a high five… which Kani reluctantly returned. Aalia, on the other hand, sat back against the opposite wall quietly. Her knees were tucked tightly against her chest as she looked between her ‘friends’ with a dour look on her face. “Kani… [i]really[/i]? [i]Envy[/i]?” “M-maybe…” Kani admitted and looked at the floor sheepishly. “I didn’t lie to him, I swear.” “And what about [i]me[/i]?” Aalia persisted. “Envy is one thing, but that’s [i]my[/i] dad you just…. [i]fucked[/i] in there!” “We didn’t [i]really[/i] f-fuck!” Kani insisted. “He never entered me!” Aalia scoffed. “Oh, sure, that makes it alllllll better. Maybe you guys should just-” Before she could finish, all three of them froze as they heard the shower turn off. Without thinking, the trio of draenei turned tails and bolted down the stairs, diving into the pillow pile just as they heard the bathroom door swing open. Nakir’s heavy footsteps could be heard headed down the second floor hall, followed by the thump of a closing door. All three of them looked at each other, and without a word Laruu and Kani retreated to their respective sleeping bags to turn in for the night. Laruu had proved her point, and Kani had satisfied her envy… but this only left Aalia simply beside herself. Feelings of betrayal had consumed her initially, but those feelings, to her surprise, were overwhelmed by something… different. The pale-blue-skinned draenei sighed quietly to herself as she decided to abandon her sleeping bag and quietly tiphoof back up the stairs. * * * * * Nakir let out a weary sigh as he shrugged off his robes and climbed into his own bed, naked. His previous two encounters were all he could think about, but he couldn’t help but feel… off about them. Sure, his body betrayed him in his enjoyment of the exchanges, but he was certain that Aalia either couldn’t have known about them, or would have been upset with her friends about them. The thoughts became a blur of discomfort after a while, and all the male could do was lay on his back and stare at the blank ceiling above, lit only by the dim glow of his own eyes. And then, a soft tapping on his door made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. [i]Was it Laruu? Kani? Had they returned to accost him again? Of course, if one of the girls genuinely needed him….[/i] “Come in,” he called softly. The door swung open in the darkness and quickly closed again as two points of ice blue light appeared. “Daddy? You awake?” Nakir audibly sighed in relief at the sound of his daughter’s voice. “Yes, darling. Is everything okay?” Those blue orbs flickered with her blinks as Aalia approached her father’s bed slowly. “I… not really,” she admitted with a sigh. “I don’t feel like being around my friends right now.” Nakir’s dim, white-glowing eyes appeared to arch sympathetically, and the sound of his weathered hand patting the bed rang out. “Come, sweetheart. Tell me all about it.” Aalia slowly sauntered over to the bed, but all Nakir could feel was the weight of her backside seating itself at its edge. A moment later, however, her slender tail swished over to gently graze her father’s weathered hand. “I’m sorry, dad. Sorry for Laruu and Kani.” A moment of silence ensued before Nakir responded. “Did you put them up to… what they did?” “No!” Aalia blurted, her glowing eyes going wide as she met her father’s dim orbs. “Daddy, I’d never- they just- I don’t... ugh.” Nakir’s voice remained soft as his gentle fingers took hold of the tip of Aalia’s tail, squeezing it tenderly. “Talk to me,” was all he said. A long, drawn-out sigh of defeat escaped her. “I… I watched what they did -what [i]both[/i] of them did- and I guess I don’t know how to feel about it,” she admitted quietly, her tail gently sliding further into her father’s grasp. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I shouldn’t have watched, or I guess I should’ve stopped them, but, honestly, I don’t think I was really mad at [i]them[/i].” Nakir’s breathing was even as he considered his words carefully. “So… you were mad at [i]me[/i], then?” Aalia sighed much more sharply this time. “No, I don’t think anybody did anything [i]wrong[/i]. I mean, they weren’t being very [i]considerate[/i], but they’re adults, and you’re an adult, and I know mom’s been gone for a really long time, and-” “Come,” Nakir murmured, gently halting the floundering Aalia. Her glowing eyes flickered as a bit of shuffling ensued, and a moment later she was laying with her back to her father atop the covers. Her eyes closed as she swished her tail upward and guided his hand over her soft belly, following with another sigh. “I guess, truthfully… I was jealous.” Nakir’s muscular form noticeably twitched behind her, but his hand did not leave her belly. “Jealous?” was all he returned with. Aalia swallowed hard and pressed herself back against her father more firmly. “Well, I love you, Daddy, and you’ve done literally [i]everything[/i] for me since mom left, and I guess seeing Laruu and Kani do things for you -intimate things that I couldn’t- just made me wish I could.” Her admission prompted yet another exhale, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “I mean… I’ve tried hard to pick up the slack over the years, y’know? Chores, jobs, adventuring to keep us comfortable, but I guess seeing you like a… sexual being hadn’t occurred to me. And by the time it did, they beat me to it,” she stated plainly. “Sweetheart, you know you do not owe me anything, right?” Nakir echoed into the darkness, his fingers spreading to palm his daughter’s thinly-covered belly. “I know,” Aalia agreed. “But maybe I just want it, then.” 4