<6> Despite the rocky start, the next couple hours passed quite joyfully for the father-daughter duo. Ava was enthusiastically fascinated by almost every facet of the camp, and she frequently chimed in how the night elves handled their camp compared to draenei. Her tail swished happily back and forth with each activity they observed, though that joy was often laced with the occasional coy, teasing remark, almost as if toying with fate and the potential of having their blood relationship exposed. Zarain, of course, had a bit more of a difficult time with his makeshift tour. The more friendly faces he saw, the more nervous he got, and it made it difficult to even glance in his daughter's direction more often than not. He tried as hard as he could to shake the image of her with her legs spread from his mind, but those occasional glances threatened to rekindle his erection all over again. Getting kicked out for it was not something he wanted either of them to endure. The warmth of the afternoon settled throughout the island as the couple [i]finally[/i] had finished touring the colony's facilities, and soon the two of them found themselves chatting idly as they strode naked across the tranquil beach. "So, got a favorite part so far?" Zarain chirped, his muscular form clearly relaxing a bit away from the prying eyes of the colony. Ava stretched her arms high above her head and let out a happy sigh. "The pickleball looked fun, but the name's just a little on the nose," she quipped with a laugh. "Honestly, it's just been nice getting to hang out with you again. I missed you a lot." Her slender fingers gently reached out to lace with her father's, squeezing his hand tight as they left their pairs of hoofprints in the sand. "I missed you too," Zarain returned in earnest and offered her a warm smile. His calloused hand squeezed hers back in return as they neared the end of the beach. "I'd say this has been my favorite part thus far. I'm so thankful you decided to keep writing me back." "Me too... daddy," she added teasingly, sticking her tongue out at him. Zarain immediately looked all around the beach, but there was no one in sight. "Ava!" "Pssh, it's alright. Besides, people use 'daddy' as a pet name all the time, trust me...." As her words trailed off, Ava dared to sidle a little closer to her naked father, their hips grazing gently. She even let go of his hand long enough to softly brush her fingertips against his toned, naked rump. That was more than enough for his manhood to twitch to life once more, as if it hadn't been teased enough already that morning. "I [i]do[/i] trust you, darling, but this is-" Zarain's words disappeared as Ava suddenly, unexpectedly wrapped her fingers around the base of his half-flaccid manhood. "Please, daddy," she uttered quietly. "I already know how you feel from your letters. Just... lemme take care of you for once, okay? You've been watching after me all my life, and now it's my turn." There was no denying that her touch was more than welcome, and within moments his tool swelled to its full length and girth, pulsing hotly in his own daughter's grasp. A glance toward the rocky end of the beach revealed just a glimpse of the hidden path Riia had mentioned earlier... and the palpable temptation was becoming too much to bear. "Over here," he rumbled, suddenly dropping his hand down to Ava's rump, squeezing it tight, and outright lifting her hooves straight off the ground. Ava cried out in surprise a bit louder than she'd intended, but her flailing arms quickly grabbed onto her father's shoulders to keep her from losing her balance. She had to stifle a giggle as she was quickly carried off the beach and into the rocks, leading toward a small, secluded little cove. The stones were slick with the ebbing tides of the sea, but their hooves had little issue on such slick surfaces. Before she knew it, her father lowered her back to the ground and gently, albeit purposely, pushed her rear up against one of the stone walls. "Daddy...!" she started to cry, but her words caught in her throat as her father dropped to his knees, spread her thighs apart, and plunged his face directly into her tangle of pubic hair. This was the [i]last[/i] thing the playful mage had expected, figuring she'd have to goad her father for at least another few minutes... but looking down at him suddenly pushing his tongue between her vibrant blue folds made her vision grow fuzzy. One hand flattened itself against the rock, while the other reached out to gently grasp the topmost ridge of her father's head. "Oh Light... fffffffuck...!" Zarain simply couldn't handle the teasing any longer. Both of his hands slid up to grasp his daughter's wide hips as the thick tentacles beneath his chin sprung to life. Two of them coiled around her thighs as far as they could, while the other two snaked their way upward to tease her tender taint with their tips. Even those two soon parted ways, one deciding to drift backwards and begin circling her hidden pucker, allowing the other to push its way beneath Zarain's chin and tease the mage's puffy, outer labia. To his surprise, his tongue was met with a thorough coat of his own daughter's nectar among her petals, revealing how truly excited she'd been before he'd even gotten to her. Before the letters, Zarain had had no idea as to how amorous his darling Ava was, but now that he knew, he only felt more curiosity to explore the deepest depths of her devious depravity. The female draenei's knees began to tremble mere moments after her father had begun his work, surprising herself with the sheer bliss that instantly washed over her naked body. The gentle chill of the air, coupled with the warmth of her father's touch, racked her entire body with slow, steady waves of taboo pleasure. Her glowing gaze locked itself upon him as he fervently feasted upon her quim, and in turn her quivering form gave him as much of her nectar as he could get. "A little lower..." Ava gasped quietly, boldly applying just a little pressure to the top of her father's head... until his nose was suddenly pressed right against her clit, and his tongue and tentacle slid their way deep between her folds. The mage bit her lip to try and stifle another loud moan that attempted to escape, while her thighs tried to reflexively squeeze against either side of his head, essentially locking him in place beneath her. Her trembling only grew stronger and stronger, and after only a few, short minutes, an unhindered cry of pleasure split the clearing, and Zarain's lips were suddenly flooded with a modest gout of his daughter's sweet nectar.