<6> Lyrah blushed softly as she held her father tight, the two of them continuing their naked dance with occasional glances toward the bonding mother and son. Perhaps it was only coincidence that Lyrah decided to hike her ankle up over her father's hip as Shele had done to her son, but Drenan's reaction was much quicker to grasp two handfuls of his daughter's plush, naked rump and heft her into his arms. The shamaness giggled softly as she fell into her father, her bare quim spread and lowered to lustfully tease the tapered tip of the tauren's tool. "Mm, I have an idea, Daddy," she whispered into her father's ear. "Maybe it's our turn to meddle." Drenan raised an eyebrow as he let out a soft exhale of pleasure, followed by a light chuckle. "Have you not meddled enough already?" "Not nearly enough," she returned with a grin, her hips dropping just enough to slip his tip gingerly between her folds. "Take me over there." * * * * * Soren's shock wasn't necessarily due to his mother's forwardness -Shele had always been Shele, after all- rather what had been a fleeting fantasy had turned into something all too real faster than he could manage to process it. It took him a bit longer for his hands to slip down his mother's naked back, but when they did, his grip found a powerful handhold upon her bare rear. Shele let out a soft squeak in shock, followed by a husky moan as she let her weight sink into her son's grasp, and her naked nethers trembled as she felt herself overcome by pleasure from sheer grinding alone. A small burst of her nectar doused her son's bullhood, only to find it prodding her folds with its pointed tip in kind. "S-Soren...!" she trilled as her head tilted forward to bury itself in his mane, the druidess inhaling her son's scent deeply to stoke her lustful fires all the more. At a glance, everything about the muscular Soren screamed 'powerful', but every touch, every embrace, was about as tender as a tauren could get, with just a tinge of awkward inexperience. Instinct guided him as his thick fingers squeezed both of her bare cheeks tenderly, while his hips shifted to and fro in a soft struggle to get his tool to go where he wanted it. His desire for his mother had begun to vastly overshadow his shock and inhibition, and every time he'd look at her curled against his chest, only love and desire were all he could think of. "Mama... I...." "Shhhh," Shele whispered as one hand came up to stroke his cheek, while the other dared to let go of his neck and trace her fingers down his muscular chest. Indeed, she had no need to fear with Soren's arms beneath her, and her well-balanced body kept close to his as she reached all the way down to the base of his tool. Her eyes couldn't help but follow her hand and linger upon her own son's bullhood for a few quiet moments, then carefully she gave it a soft squeeze before tilting it upward and sinking his tapered tip tenderly into her dripping quim. "Mama's gonna take care of you tonight, baby," she purred as her hand came back up to her son's neck. Her eyes met his, softly reflecting the full moon above as she offered him a nod of encouragement. "Just go slow." Soren nodded and offered his mother a weak smile as he felt his tip disappear between her folds, and a warm wave of sudden pleasure shot through his muscular form. A soft groan escaped him as he lowered his mother as slowly as he could muster, dropping her two short inches to submerge more of himself within her depths. A second wave of delight, this one twice as powerful as the first, hit him hard and pushed a shuddering gasp from his lips. Soren's gaze fluttered as he looked to his mother, his mouth drifting open as new sensations racked his body. "This is... what I have been missing out on... for years?" Shele couldn't help but giggle at this, followed by a moan of her own as she felt her petals stretch around her son's thickness. "Do not see it as opportunities missed, darling, rather it is something special for us to share whenever we meet from now on. But..." she paused and released another moan, her chest arching up to seductively present her naked chest to his curious gaze. "I [i]do[/i] expect you to learn a little from this, young bull." It was more than apparent that Shele was thoroughly enjoying teasing her son, and there was no doubt that Soren was far from displeased at hearing his mother's words of encouragement. The druidess' hips continued to descend little by little at Soren's control, though Shele made sure to keep talking to her son and instructing him on how slow to go, as well as when she was able to take even more of him. Together, the couple was able to continue their slow, circling dance until Shele's rump finally pressed down against his waist, his tool fully submerged within her depths. While the pale-furred tauren was far from inexperienced, she found herself panting as she struggled to take her son's wonderfully thick size. She held herself there for several long, quiet moments as she looked up to him beneath the full moon... though their tender moment was cut short as something suddenly pressed itself flatly against Shele's naked back! The druidess squeaked in surprise as she jerked her head to one side, finding herself face-to-face with none other than a smiling Lyrah. "Hey again, hon," she greeted Shele nonchalantly. "Thought you two could use some..." her thought failed her as a husky moan left her lips, her curvaceous body sharply jarred by a firm thrust from her father. The father-daughter couple had been quite busy with each other while mother and son had become reacquainted, and Drenan was still balls-deep inside Lyrah as they'd traversed the pool to reunite with Shele and Soren. Drenan held his daughter with ease in the same fashion as Soren held Shele, and it was Lyrah's naked back that pressed a bit more firmly to Shele's, granting all four of them a bit more support to ravish their lovers as they pleased. "... support," Lyrah finished, her cheeks burning hot as Drenan drew his hips back to half his length and pushed forward again, burying himself to the hilt once more. Soren's hooves tottered in the shallow water for a fleeting moment, but as he steeled his stance, the ensuing thrust proved to be much easier to handle with something to push against lightly. With a simple, coy smile, the young bull fully gave himself in to his own desires, and with a soft grunt his thrust buried himself fully within his mother once more. He couldn't resist stealing a fleeting glance at the naked shamaness who was now back-to-back with his beloved mother, but ultimately his eyes re-affixed themselves with Shele's as he leaned in to press a powerful, loving kiss to her incredibly soft lips. As if one with her son, Shele could almost feel his inhibitions flee as she clung to him, moaning all the louder as he reburied himself within her. Her eyes slid shut as she melted into his kiss, holding him even tighter as she began to skillfully bounce her hips up and down in rhythm with his following thrusts. The both of them steadily found a happy rhythm as their tongues intertwined, and their bodies became one as they shared a love that had been dormant and unspoken for far too long. Drenan and Lyrah couldn't resist watching the pair as their own lovemaking helped support the mother and son couple. Both paladin and shaman were all smiles as Drenan worked to synch his thrusting rhythm with Soren's, making it much smoother to press against the two of them. Their synchronous, rhythmic thrusting brought a wonderful peace to both couples' lovemaking. "They look happy," Drenan gasped quietly to his daughter. "So very reminiscent of the not-so-distant past." "And it still feels like yesterday to me," Lyrah returned, tilting her head back up to look her father in the eye with a smile. Her tight quim clung wetly to her father's tool as he plunged in and out of her in gentle, rhythmic fashion, while the hands around his neck softly brought him lower to let her forehead press lovingly against his own. "Makes me feel... happy to know that we're not alone," she admitted. "Maybe they'll even start their own family someday." "Maybe so," Drenan rumbled and returned his daughter's smile, each thrust just daring him to glance down at Lyrah's wobbling chest, but he dared not end their tender moment of happiness. "I... suppose you did well tonight, my love," he quipped with a soft chuckle. Lyrah returned his laugh and planted a soft kiss upon his lips. "See? [i]Sometimes[/i] my meddling gets good results." Drenan opened his mouth to speak, but it was Shele who beat him to it. "[i]Very[/i] good results," the druidess chimed in, her face flushed a bright red as Soren repeatedly thrusted in and out of her. Her entire body was still quivering in sheer pleasure, and his more recent thrusts had apparently brought another powerful climax to rip through her lithe form, sending another torrent of her nectar to drench his bullhood. Lyrah tilted her head back again to look at Shele and grin. "I learned... from the best...!" she teased between gasps. "Then perhaps... I owe you...!" the druidess returned. With no further warning, Shele jerked her head toward Lyrah and pushed her muzzle forward, capturing Lyrah's lips with her own in a fierce kiss of unspoken gratitude. Shele had always been a bold one, but this boldness was far beyond anything any of the other three tauren had expected! Lyrah's cry of shock was muffled by the druid's kiss, and that single gesture brought the memories of their last romp in bed flooding back to the shaman all over again. A long, shuddering moan echoed into Shele's mouth as Lyrah locked tongues with her instead, her body quaking as she, too, found a climax suddenly racking her curvaceous body, drenching her father's fur even more. Both Drenan and Soren went wide-eyed at the surprise sight, and in the throes of their lovemaking, neither of them could deny how incredibly, wonderfully exciting it was to observe. That excitement, however, was ultimately their undoing. Soren's knees began to shake first, his senses already overloaded as he found a strange, new sensation -almost like an unseen, pleasurable force had suddenly gripped his hanging balls from the inside- well up and rocket along the length of his buried tool. "Mama...!" was all he could eke out before a raspy groan escaped him, his knees buckling completely as his bullhood erupted with thick, sticky cum deep inside his own mother for the first time. Drenan was able to muster just a bit more control with his oncoming climax, and for a fleeting moment he had the image of Lyrah with a swollen belly in his mind. Happiness accompanied it, soon followed by immense sadness as the image shifted to a pregnant Kinah, struggling just before the life began to fade from her eyes. The paladin screwed his eyes shut as his own knees shook, and at the last moment he lifted Lyrah up to withdraw himself completely, flatting his tool against her belly as his own eruption matted his daughter's chocolate-colored fur with thick, sticky ropes of his cum. Shele and Lyrah were far too invested in their kiss to notice their bulls' struggle at first, until the buckling Soren helplessly ripped Shele away as he collapsed. A sharp cry escaped Shele as she tumbled away with her son into the water, soon followed by giddy giggles as the two of them embraced in the reflective pool, surrounded by the image of the massive moon above. Lyrah, too, cried out in surprise, but Drenan was able to reassert his stance just enough to keep her from falling with Shele. The shaman laughed right along with Shele as she watched the mother and son embrace, lingering on them for a bit before turning back to smile at her heavily-breathing father. If she was aware of her father's pain in his withdrawal, she did not show it. "I love you so much, Daddy," she cooed and kissed him once more. "Happy new year." "Happy new year, sweetheart," Drenan rumbled back weakly, smiling sadly as he returned her kiss and carefully lowered the both of them to sit intertwined in the shallow pool. Music continued to chime happily throughout the glade, and one and all let out cheers of celebration and revelry for the Year of the Ox. Here's hoping it'll be a good year for Drenan and Lyrah.