<8> “Haaah… Daddy…” she whispered breathlessly, her chest heaving as she fought through the haze of climactic bliss to speak. “That was… [i]amazing[/i].” Nakir chuckled softly as his arms shifted a bit, his fingertips absently tracing up and down Aalia’s body as he held her tenderly. Her pajama top had been left half-askew with her left breast exposed to the room, while her pajama pants were now nearly soaked through and hovering midway down her smooth thighs. “Perhaps it is wrong of me, but I have always been here to make my young woman happy. If this is what it involves, well… truth be told, I would be overjoyed to oblige.” Pure warmth welled up in Aalia’s half-covered chest as she tipped her head to one side enough to look him in the eye again, all four of her slender tentacles reaching out to gently pull his face to hers in a loving, tender kiss. Her lips did not leave his as she began to wiggle in his embrace, and with a bit of shifting she was able to face him properly instead, allowing her fingertips to touch down lightly on his naked, muscular chest. A pelt of thin, salt-and-pepper curls was difficult to see from afar, but up close, Aalia found herself shocked at how hairy his torso truly was. “I didn’t realize…” she muttered more to herself than to Nakir, both hands slowly and intricately tracing down his powerful frame without hesitation. Her glowing eyes shined small spotlights further and further downward, until her hands softly slipped beneath the sheets… and grasped something she had not entirely expected. Her eyes went wide and she stifled a squeak of surprise before looking straight in her father’s eye once more. “You sleep… naked?” Nakir sucked in a sharp inhale as he felt his daughter’s fingertips tease the base of his tool, but all he could think to do was cock an unseen eyebrow and ask, “Is that so shocking?” Aalia’s cheeks were certainly on fire, though her excitement was perhaps tempered by her still-quivering body. “N-no, I suppose not. I guess I assumed you did, but to know it for sure is a much different feeling.” As she spoke, Aalia’s soft fingers continued to descend and circle around her father’s tool. The male draenei’s gift seemed even larger in her grasp than it did from afar, and beneath the sheets she could tell he was still quite hard. His warm flesh throbbed softly as she traced her fingers down a few thick veins, but stopped short of the fringe of its head. “By the Light, Dad, how do you walk around with this thing?” Nakir had to stifle his own chuckle at this. “The same way I always have: Very carefully. Size is not always a blessing, you know. It has proven to be more of a pain than anything, truth be told.” His last word was a bit quieter as Aalia squeezed him a second time, then slowly began to draw her hand from his base along almost the entirety of his shaft. The cheeky priestess let out a soft laugh. “I’m glad you trust me enough not to search my room, then. You might be mortified by a few of my things.” Her tender stroking continued as she spoke, though her free hand began to scrape fabric against fabric loudly in the otherwise silent room. A bit more shuffling later and Aalia let out a happy sigh, her pajama top sliding to the floor behind and below her along with her brassiere. “Maybe… maybe it was meant to be?” she suggested coyly as more shuffling ensued, and her pajama bottoms and panties were slowly wiggled down to her knees. “Perhaps I can surprise you with how much I can handle, hmm?” Nakir sucked a sharp inhale at his daughter’s words. “Cocky,” he breathed quietly and instinctively arched his hips up toward her grasp. “You sound so certain.” “I am so certain,” she returned without hesitation, shifting one last time to wiggle her garments down to one hoof, then nimbly hooked them with the tip of her tail and tossed them to the floor. The newly-nude priestess’ soft, warm chest squished itself against her father’s bare torso, while her lips once more pressed to his in a long, lingering, loving kiss. There was no hesitation in her body language as Aalia’s tongue intertwined with her father’s, and the four, thin tentacles beneath her chin stretched out to caress his cheeks and curl around his own tendrils. Her arms wrapped as far around his muscular body as they could, and her left leg slowly hiked itself up to hook over his right hip. The last gesture spread her nether lips quite wide amid the darkness, and only a moment later his throbbing length found its head grazing her outer petals. The elder draenei couldn’t hold back a rumbling, muffled groan of pleasure, followed by another sharp inhale as he distinctly felt his daughter kiss him with both sets of her lips at once. Her quim was fiery hot to the touch as well, and as it lifted, Nakir could feel a thin tendril connect them for a brief moment, though he had no clue whether it was her nectar or his that was to blame. While laying on their sides, neither of them had a great deal of leverage, but Nakir was still certain that all it would take was a single shift to take that final step over the taboo threshold. His fatherly instinct coerced him to open his mouth a final time to ask, “Aalia, are-” The priestess bit her lip, her eyes locked with her father’s, and suddenly pushed her hips toward her father as firmly as she could muster. She could feel his heated, smooth cockhead press tight to her petals for a brief moment before they yielded to the pressure, parting to either side to allow the thickness that helped create her access to her most intimate area. Intense warmth radiated from the column as she felt its first few inches steadily push into her at her own behest, spreading her wider than even she had anticipated. In unison, father and daughter’s mouths dropped open as breathless moans of pleasure washed warmth over each other’s faces. Their foreheads pressed together as they froze in place for a long, quiet moment, working to absorb the thrill and pleasure of such an intimate, taboo union. Nakir’s inhibitions were all but gone, as were Aalia’s, the both of them tightening their united embrace as the priestess continued to push herself onto her own father’s thick cock.