<7> The elder draenei did not hesitate to drink every last drop he was given, savoring the wonderful taste that represented his cheeky daughter's natural flavor. Zarain inhaled sharply through his nose before he finally pulled back, his eyes peering up past his daughter's soft belly to find that she'd gone half-limp against the rock, occasionally twitching in the throes of her intense ecstasy. Of course, the two of them were far from done with each other. Ava's heavy chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, and as she pried open her eyes once more, a downward glance caused her to fixate directly on her father's throbbing cock. She hadn't said so, but she'd been stealing glances of it all day, curious to see what she could do to get a rise out of him. Seeing it in person made it seem much bigger than the photos had made it out to be, and as he rose to his hooves, one of her delicate hands dared to reach down and give its rounded head a soft, intimate squeeze. "Daddy..." she breathed, barely able to conjure her voice, though her gaze did steadily drift up over his muscular body to meet his eyes once more. "I... I missed you... and I-" A lurch forward from Zarain cut off her words, his lips pressing tight to hers and pinning her back to the wet rock with a fierce, passionate kiss. That kiss in itself told Ava more than spoken words could have. In that moment, she realized that their letters had conveyed far, far more than she had intended from the start, and her father's actions showed her well enough that he felt the same as she did. Any concern that this was not borne of love fled her mind completely, and the hand that squeezed his cockhead quickly guided it directly between her own legs, as if quietly begging him to fully break that taboo. The much thinner tentacles beneath her chin reached out to lovingly entangle his own, and her lips parted amid the kiss to allow her tongue to slip into her father's mouth, beginning a devious dance of passion between hungry gasps and moans. Zarain's mind was a blur of pleasure and love he hadn't felt in years. His daughter's touch was more divine than he had imagined, and no sooner did she line him up than his hips began to carefully push forward. A thick stream of sticky precum smeared itself against her puffy labia as he steadily parted her petals with the head of his cock, and a gasping groan caused his muscular chest to heave as he felt himself slip between her slick folds. There was no resistance, no pain for either of them, almost as if they were made just for each other. Ava's breath caught in her throat as she felt his first few inches glide into her with ease. Her eyes shot open mid-kiss to stare lovingly at him, reveling in this newfound sensation of being entered by one she loved so very much. This was not her first tryst exactly -the first was from a bumbling mage during her early days at the academy, but that one and only coupling left her with a sour taste in her mouth, considering how selfish of a lover he'd been- but it felt ten times more pleasurable than her first had been, and she happily gave in to the sensations as he continued make their bodies one. Her arms shot up to wrap around her father's neck, and her legs carefully dared to rise, her ankles locking firmly just above his toned backside. Perhaps one of his ancestors [i]had[/i] been a hunter of old, for Zarain felt as if, in that moment, that this was exactly where he belonged, both out in nature and in his daughter. One weathered hand haphazardly moved to her right breast, where all five fingers spread wide before sinking into her ample titflesh. Two fingers moved to her plum-colored nipple and gave the sensitive nub a delicate pinch, while his other three fingers continuously squeezed and kneaded her wonderful curve. His free hand first moved to cup her cheek, but then delicately drifted downward to trace her ample curves before stopping upon her wide hip. Almost as if assuring her she was beautiful, his fingers drifted over to her soft belly where he tenderly pressed and squeezed another of her heavenly curves, all while pressing more and more of his thickness deeper and deeper inside of her. Ava's legs tensed, trying desperately to pull her father closer to her as she felt him devour her body with his hands. Her one and only lover had barely touched her, and this... this was far beyond anything she'd expected. She was quickly realizing how little she understood of love and sex, and in those throes of passion she silently gave herself over to her father. Her chest arched out into his grasp, and the hand on her belly most certainly had the desired effect, fanning the flames of love and desire within her. Her fingertips dug gently into the back of his neck, clinging to him for dear life as she felt him draw back, then eagerly thrust back into her a bit deeper than before. "Yes, daddy...!" she whisper-squeaked into his ear, her thin tentacles squeezing his own to keep her body within reach. "I want it all!" Zarain felt as if he'd only just begun, but his daughter's pleas activated neurons in his brain that he hadn't anticipated. His husky breathing grew shallower as he thrusted again, and again, each time drawing himself deeper into her inexperienced quim. Everything from the feeling of her skin in his hand to the look in her eyes simply made it that much harder to hold himself back... and barely a minute or two in, he felt his cock push itself haphazardly past the point of no return. He could only hope that Ava was still careful about her potion-taking from when she first needed it. "Is that right?" he whispered back between gritted teeth. "You want it?" "Every drop!" she proclaimed, fiercely mashing a passionate kiss to her father's lips, while her entire body leaned into his own.