<6> In the darkness of the room, two slits of green light flickered to life as Summer opened her eyes. A lethargic, fireweed-addled glance up at the clock showed it to be almost four in the morning. The GV was no longer on, and she was still in her undersized clothes. She had fallen asleep on the sofa, she realized, and the memories from earlier that night suddenly came rushing back to her. And that's when she felt the steady rise and fall of her father's body. Summer's head was still on her father's lap, and she could keenly feel his breathing through his toned thighs. The lithe elf carefully rolled onto her back to look up at Rainier's sleeping form. His upper body had slumped off into the couch corner, though his lap had remained steady for her to sleep on. A genuine smile crossed her lips, and with a deep inhale she started rolling another quarter turn... but stopped. Something about her father's scent from her inhale was different. The scent had been a pleasant one from her times cuddling him in her youth, but it proved to be much, much stronger from her position atop his lap... and she loved it. The elf finally finished up her careful turn, and she became immediately aware that she was staring face-to-face with her father's wrinkled boxers. All she had to do was tip her head forward just a bit and inhale, and her sense of smell was flooded with an even more concentrated, fatherly musk. She couldn't remember ever getting this close to the one part of him she hadn't seen, yet here she was with only a thin layer of cloth between her and it. The gentle green glow of her eyes revealed every crease of the cloth to her curious gaze, and it didn't take long for her to spot the sewn-in overlap that all men's underwear had, y'know, for easy access. The flap was even parted just a hair's breadth as it was. Summer's next exhale caught in her throat. Perhaps it was his wonderful scent, or perhaps it was simply the opportunity set before her, but a powerful curiosity unexpectedly guided her worn, slender fingers up to that flap. Her heart began to practically beat out of her chest as she dared to carefully part the flap to both sides, letting the green light in to reveal the sight Rainier's flaccid manhood. His body shifted softly in his sleep, but the seasoned warrior showed no signs of waking as his adopted daughter engrossed herself with the intriguing sight. Truth be told, being flaccid, his dick looked quite small compared to Rainier's bulky form, but even that enticed Summer more than she had ever imagined. As if driven by instinct, Summer tipped her head forward, pressed her lips between the flaps, and gave the underside of Rainier's cock a slow, tender kiss. The second her lips touched him, Summer felt the skin along his member to twitch to life. Her lips lingered just beneath his tip for several long, delicious moments, and in response his tool naturally began to swell with subconscious excitement. The more it swelled, the larger Summer's eyes got, and moments later his tool was pushing its way between the opened folds of his boxers. Summer couldn't move quick enough and haphazardly let a few more kisses brush his tool in the process. By the time he'd hardened to full mast, Rainier's manhood had to have been at least a modest six inches, but there was no question that he was exceptionally thick for a human male. There was no foreskin to contend with, but Summer's eye yet tried to peek between his boxer folds for a proper glimpse of the sizable balls that hung loosely beneath his manhood's base. As if enchanted by some unknown magic, Summer slowly brought one set of slender fingers upward to silently slip into Rainier's boxers. A gentle shift carefully extracted one ball, then the other, from their confines to rest atop the soft fabric. Each one had to be at least the size of a golf ball, while the both of them were covered in a thin layer of reddish hairs. It was apparent that he at least groomed himself to some extent. Her lips drifted open in silent shock, and slowly Summer found herself moving closer to plant a long, lascivious kiss upon the underside of her adopted father's balls. Her lips lingered for many long moments upon the soft, musky skin, and a soft flick of her tongue allowed her to properly taste the enticing softness. That gesture, however, finally prompted a soft groan from the yet-sleeping Rainier. Summer quickly drew back in fear, but the human did not stir. Instead, the rounded head of his cock twitched, and at its tip a small, barely visible drop of transparent precum pooled. She simply couldn't ignore it. Before her brain could catch up to her body, Summer's tongue flicked out to swipe up that curious droplet. Her sense of taste was suddenly overwhelmed by a mixture of saltiness and tanginess, ultimately culminating into a... remarkably wonderful taste. A second groan left Rainier, and this time his bulky body uprighted itself a bit on the couch. One of his hands subconsciously shifted to loosely grasp the base of his own erection, but he didn't seem to move any further beyond that. [i]That poor man,[/i] Summer's fireweed-addled brain slowly thought. [i]I must be torturing him.[/i] Her glowing eyes blinked slowly before sliding shut. Her soft lips opened wide, and without warning she engulfed his cockhead and clamped down tight just below the fringe of his mushroom tip. The taste that had met her tongue before intensified tenfold, and the blood elf's body couldn't help but quiver just a bit as her tongue began to trace over every contour of her adoptive father's manhood.