A small curl of warm steam spiraled into the morning air before Lyrah tipped her cup gently against her lips.  The warm liquid gladly offset the gentle chill of the morning air that washed over her shamelessly bare body.  The happy shaman had planted herself atop the bare grass of one of the highest hills in the secluded park, her gaze fixed upon the sunrise with a contented smile on her face.  The sun's first rays were warm and inviting, and all throughout the park below were members of all races stirring from their slumber.  No one dared or desired to conflict, and one and all shared the gentle delight of walking freely in the nude.

	"Good morning, early one," a familiar rumble echoed from behind her.  Drenan, likewise in his birthday suit, strode over and took a gentle seat next to her on the grass with his own cup in hand.  "I hope the tent was comfortable enough for you."

	"Mmmm, always is with you next to me, daddy," she purred and teasingly kissed him on the cheek.  "I had no idea anyone on Azeroth did anything like this."

	Drenan chuckled softly as he took a sip from his own cup.  "I had heard whispers, but I never realized what it was like.  It is... incredibly freeing."

	"You like it?" she asked and smiled at him.

	"I do," he admitted.

	"Not just because there are other naked girls around, riiiiiight?"

	Just down the hill, a pair of tauren females happened to be striding across the park, both in the buff, though neither were within earshot of Lyrah.  Drenan shook his head.  "Not at all."

	Lyrah fixed her eyes on her father's manhood, and true to his word it hardly even twitched as he watched the pair pass.  "Well alright then.  Not that it'd be a big deal or anything," she added, looking to the sky innocently as she sipped her own drink.

	Drenan chuckled softly.  "It is only sexual if you make it so," he returned in a gentle tone.  "Every one of us were born without cover or clothing.  In theory, this would be our natural state in the world, but of course clothing has its place.  Our fur can only keep us so warm, and many races are not graced with such beneficial traits."  

	Lyrah could almost catch a light breeze blowing through her father's mane as he spoke.  "You're right," she agreed between sips.  "But there's nothing wrong with intimacy either."

	"Not at all.  Simply, there is a time and place for everything.  This place is a wonderful example of freedom from clothes and acceptance.  Without covers, we are all on even ground.  All are beautiful and perfect in their own skin.  There is no judgment."

	Lyrah giggled softly.  "It's been a bit since I've seen you so philosophical," she teased, gently resting her head on his muscular shoulder as they looked over the park.  More and more of its denizens began to awake, some of which clearly had taken up permanent residence in the park.  A half dozen night elves burst forth from the trunk of a large tree, one and all frolicking through the grass without a care in the world.  Not far from them, a trio of trolls sat in a circle and enjoyed a morning stew, chatting happily and occasionally taking a draw from a rolled smokeable of some sort.  A gaggle of younger-looking blood elves were happily chatting as they strode toward the park's center, upon which a sizable building had been erected to house a few luxuries for those interested in bathing, recreation, and the like.  The happy shamaness took all of this in with a smile before looking up at her father.  "Maybe we could go check out the center today, hmm?  I heard they have a ton of bathing pools there, and I think some of 'em might even be heated."

	Drenan raised an intrigued eyebrow.  "Do they now?  I suppose a dip does sound rather nice for today.  Maybe after lunch?"

	Lyrah smiled all the wider and nuzzled her father's bare arm, one hand casually coming to rest upon his manhood to give it a teasing squeeze.  "Sounds like a plan!"

* * * * *

	The high noon sun radiated warmth across the open fields of the park, and from atop his ridge Drenan looked out and took a deep inhale and exhale.  Despite their first night and morning going well, the pair hadn't had the chance to actually explore the majority of the park.  The elder tauren looked down at his naked self, and for the first time in a while found himself... unsettled.  Even at his age, Drenan had retained a great deal of his muscle from his days as a Sunwalker, but in the process of raising Lyrah he had allowed himself, what he felt was,  a bit too much indulgence in good food.  What had once been a washboard abdomen had grown softer, albeit the muscle beneath could still be seen by the keen eye, and in his moment of self-consciousness the numerous scars he'd gained seemed plain ugly to him.  Even his own manhood looked lesser somehow in the open air, though it was doubtful that the warm breeze had caused it to contract.  The bulky male turned to look back at their tent, only to find Lyrah approaching him with a slight smile, her bare curves bouncing gently with each graceful step.  "Everything okay, dad?"

	The paladin sighed heavily.  "Maybe this was not our best idea."

	Lyrah's ears drooped in concern, one of her hands gently wiggling into his own.  "What's wrong?"

	Drenan looked back down at himself and sighed yet again.  "I am not the paladin I once was.  I fear that my prime has pass-"

	Lyrah would not let him finish his sentence, his words cut off by a firm, passionate kiss to the lips, the shaman up on the tips of her hooves to reach him.  It took her many moments before she parted their kiss, ensuring that he wouldn't attempt to finish.  "Perish that thought, ya big dumb bull," she said playfully.  "Weren't you just saying that the no-clothes thing put us all on even ground?  If we're being honest here, you're way hotter than you think, dad."

	"I suppose I did say that," Drenan returned.  "But it does not change the fact that I could look..."

	"Different?" she piped up and slowly sized her burly father up and down.  "Why would you want that?  You look just fine as is."

	Drenan's muzzle scrunched up.  "I was going to say better."

	"Which isn't possible," Lyrah insisted with a smile.  One of her hands reached up to cup his cheek before slowly gliding its way over his yet-muscular pectorals, drifting slowly down to hesitate on his belly with a soft squeeze, finally coming to rest upon the jagged scar on his left thigh.  "I don't see a single thing wrong with the sexy hunk of bull meat, and you shouldn't either."

	The stoic tauren couldn't keep the facade up at his daughter's words, an amused chuckle escaping him as he drifted his own hand around her lower back.  "I am sorry.  You will not get me to admit to your praise, but I suppose I faltered despite my own advice."  His sharp eyes roamed her own body for several moments, though he quickly saw it as a bad idea as soon as he felt his tool begin to twitch.  His eyes shot back to hers as his cheeks darkened with color, adding, "I cannot seem to stop marveling at how much you have grown, Lyrah.  How has your will surpassed even my own?" he added with a smile.

	Lyrah blushed profusely in return and pulled her father into a tight, full-on embrace.  "You taught me to be proud of who I am no matter what.  I mean, I won't lie, I'm nervous too, but if we both go together it'll all be okay, right?"  Drenan simply smiled silently as she spoke, and for added emphasis Lyrah took a few steps back from him and performed an emphatic twirl, her mane and tail flying haphazardly as her curves swayed with the motion.  "You can't seem to stop looking at me, so I can't look that bad.  Just like I can't stop looking at you."

	Drenan stepped forward and gave her one last embrace, followed by a gentle, loving kiss.  "Very well, you have made your point.  I... just needed reassurance."  Another exchange of smiles and the two grasped each others' hands tight as both of them took a deep breath, their attention turning back to the park.  "Well, here goes nothing."

	Hand in hand, the tauren couple slowly strolled across the expansive park, and indeed the both of them began to relax as soon as others came into view.  Any who made eye contact often threw them a friendly wave, some of which even greeted them and asked how they were enjoying the park.  One couple even stopped to chat with them regarding the state of affairs among the tauren before bidding them farewell.  All in all, their nudity truly didn't matter, nor did anyone else's, old and young alike.

* * * * *

	Much of their day was spent flitting about the park.  Several events including a version of goblin mini golf, horseshoes, and pool were held throughout the day in various spots.  No one really kept score, but one and all seemed to enjoy themselves despite the lack of clothing.  Some were far more social than others, but Lyrah and Drenan tended to keep more to themselves than anything when possible.  The last few rays of sunlight were slowly disappearing beneath the horizon, but even in the gentle chill of the night air the pair seemed content to stroll in the nude, no longer even the slightest bit self-conscious.

	"Should we head back, dad?" Lyrah prodded curiously as she clung to her father's burly arm.  "Honestly I'm not really sleepy yet."

	"Me neither," he admitted, his eye catching sight of an enclosed area at the park's center.  "You mentioned something about heated pools this morning, did you not?"

	A bright grin flashed across her face.  "That sounds amazing right now.  My hooves are burning like the Firelands from all the walking today."

	The couple quickened their pace as they strode toward a meager fence erected in a sizable circle.  A small, unguarded gate was planted at its northern wall, and quickly the couple slipped in to get an idea of what they were getting into, only to find a massive, natural pool sitting at the center of the area.  The water was as smooth as glass and reflected the sparkling stars that slowly showed themselves in the sky, and off to the side were a pair of pools with bubbling, heated water in them, as well as a small shack that had been built next to them, likely for steaming purposes.

	Drenan was quick to zone in on the bubbling pools.  One of them had a trio of trolls -two males and a female- lounging among its bubbly goodness, but the second was entirely unoccupied.  His grip tightened gently on Lyrah's hand as he nodded toward it, guiding her quickly over to it before dipping a curious hoof into its swirling contents.  Without further hesitation, the muscular paladin stepped carefully into the waters and slowly sunk himself beneath the bubbles, leaving only his head and pectorals above the surface as he let out a long, relaxed sigh.  "This... our next home needs this."

	Lyrah laughed sharply at his remark, stifling a small snort of amusement as she slowly slipped herself into the pool as well.  The water was hotter than she'd expected, but it only took a few moments for her to get used to it before sidling nice and close next to her father.  "That sounds amazing.... This is... whooooo," was all she could muster, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slipped further into the water, her bountiful breasts briefly bobbing before blubbing below the bulbous bubbles.

	"You said it," Drenan agreed and allowed himself to slip a bit further below the bubbles, his legs spreading to take advantage of the large pool.  A number of the bubbles were struggling to reach the surface as they became trapped beneath the bull's body, but the added tingling sent delightful waves of heated delight through Drenan's body.  He suddenly found himself very thankful that his lower half couldn't be seen, and the quiet tension of being around such casual nudity began to culminate in an uncontrollable erection.  The paladin was forced to slip down a bit further still, lest the head of his tool betray his body's reaction.

	Lyrah, however, was very quick to notice, and she couldn't help but shoot him a sly smile before leaning in to whisper to him.  "I thought you were fine around other naked ladies, hmm?"

	Drenan's cheeks burned with deep color.  "I am sorry," he whispered back sadly.  "I cannot seem to help it.  I promise it is not for any specific reason!"

	The ever-playful Lyrah giggled and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.  "Shush, I'm just messing with you, daddy.  Honest, you coulda walked around all day with a hard-on and I wouldn't've cared.  I think it's kinda funny."  The hand closest to Drenan coyly slid over his thigh to give the base of his shaft a tender squeeze.  "How torturous is it not being able to put it in me right now?" she whispered as nonchalantly as possible.

	The paladin swallowed hard as he watched the faintest wisp of precum spiral to the water's surface, only to disappear at the behest of a popping bubble.  "You are making it worse," he rumbled back gently.  "You know this is not what this place is about."

	"I know, I know," Lyrah admitted and relinquished her hold reluctantly.  "I'll be good, I promise."

	Drenan opened his mouth to speak normally again, until a deep, masculine voice suddenly spoke surprisingly close to the couple.  "May I join you both please?  I do not wish to crowd those in the other pool."

	The couple looked up to find a towering, naked male Draenei standing just a few feet from their pool.  Neither tauren spoke immediately as the both of them briefly took in the newcomer.  Firm muscles showed themselves over his torso, arms, and legs, though his belly seemed just a bit softer.  Thick, dark hairs covered much of his chest with a trail leading down to a thick nest of pubic hair, which in turn framed a particularly long, vein-ridden, light blue member.  A shock of dark hair ran from his head nearly halfway down his back, while a set of four thick tentacles hung loosely beneath his chin, nearly reaching his nipples.  "By all means," Drenan spoke gently and waved toward the empty end of their pool.

	The draenei smiled cheerfully enough to reveal the small fangs among his teeth.  "My thanks, you have friend."  His hooves clacked loudly on the stone as he headed for the edge, and with a happy gasp his lower body was fully submerged.  His elbows came to rest on the stone as his glowing blue eyes met Drenan's.  "This is a wonderful place, is it not?  Everyone has been so friendly that I have seen and spoken to so far."

	"Indeed," Drenan agreed as he gently returned the smile.  "I take it you are new here, too?"

	"Very new," he assured the bull.  "I am Artaan.  My sister and I have decided to come here and visit for fun, but she also has business to attend to until tomorrow.  Tonight I thought to try a few new things around here, yes?"

	Drenan and Lyrah exchanged innocent glances before Lyrah piped up.  "That's really nice, Artaan.  I'm Lyrah, and this here is Drenan.  We just thought it'd be fun to take a vacation here, y'know?"

	"Oh yes, I know well," he assured them with a nod.  "All of us need some time away.  The wars seem awful never-ending, are they not?"

	"A far too common thought," Drenan agreed.  "We would all benefit from some more time away from the chaos of Azeroth."  A brief pause ensued as Drenan shifted a bit more, quietly thankful that the conversation was steadily deflating his erection.  "So, if you do not mind my asking, where did you learn your Orcish?  I have met draenei who speak it before, but not nearly so well."  Lyrah shot him a quiet smirk at his white lie, but a squeeze of his hand below the water assured him she respected his kindness.

	A deep, boisterous chuckle escaped the draenei.  "Oh, you are too kind!  I have studied such language for several years, but I am but a mere novice yet.  We draenei retained a number of Orcish tomes from our flight from Draenor.  There is very little to do on the Exodar when flying through space, so we read.  I now wish it had been my turn to read them sooner!"

	"Fascinating," Lyrah added with a smile.  "I'm sorry, really.  I know nothing about... do you call it Draenic?"

	"Just Draenei," he assured her, ever-smiling.  "And you speak...?"

	"Taur-ahe," Drenan added.  "It is a language that is... difficult for others to learn.  Depending on the tribe, there are many different dialects of it, and to write it involves pictograms on occasion.  It is an old language, and one we can be very protective of."

	"Oh I understand well.  Common speak has many rules that only make sense for one word sometimes.  Not easy to learn, but a necessity."  Artaan stretched himself out a bit as he spoke, and it was obvious his legs were spread beneath the bubbling water as well.  Drenan felt the draenei's hoof even brush against his at one point, though he made no mention of it.  "You are familiar with Kalimdor?"

	Both tauren had to stifle chuckles as Lyrah added, "Born and raised, both of us.  Lovely continent."

	"Ah, indeed!  My daughter was born there as well.  Far north of course, in the Exodar after it crashing.  She is in good hands while I am away."

	Lyrah smiled cheerfully.  "Aww, how old is she?"

	"Barely two in human years," he returned brightly.  "A little fire spit, she is.  Very smart."

	"You are very fortunate," Drenan assured him with a smile of his own.  "We hope to try someday, if fortune permits."

	Artaan nodded, his smile fading just a bit.  "The path is not always easy.  It is one you may walk how you see fit.  My si-," the word caught in his throat for a brief moment.  "Other of significance, I mean, went through many trials before our success.  Apologies if advice is not recommended, but I suspect the bull is stubborn to keep going, or so we are told by the Humans."

	Both tauren hesitated and looked to each other, exchanging saddened glances as they realized what he'd said.  It was Drenan who bowed his head first and rumbled, "Our condolences, friend."

	"It is life," Artaan assured him with a half-smile.  "I speak not for pity, but for encouragement.  Time heals, and we are stronger for it, and we are fortunate to have our little one now."

	"Fortunate indeed," Drenan added, one muscular arm wrapping around Lyrah's shoulders to give her a tender squeeze.  "My... first wife passed with the birth of my daughter.  I have missed her dearly, but now Lyrah and I have found happiness.  I am certain she would be content on the other side."

	Lyrah quietly struggled to hold back a few tears and tenderly hid her face against her father's shoulder.  Artaan simply added a little sadness to his smile and toned down his voice a few notches as he spoke.  "My condolences as well to you both.  It is clear you loved her, as did your Lyrah.  You two look marvelous together, truly."  Careful not to splash, the blue-skinned draenei clambered out of his end of the pool.  "Please do not take offense, but the water is perhaps too much for my taste and heat.  I think I will be retiring soon, but thank you much for the kind conversation and words.  Tensions should not be so horrible between the Alliance and the Horde, I think.  We are all just people, yes?"  The naked male bowed deeply, his tool swinging just a bit, and offered them a last smile.  "Do take care in your travels.  Perhaps we may meet again someday, and you may meet my sister... and my wife, of course."

	Lyrah's face remained buried as Drenan smiled right back.  "By all means, it has been a pleasure, sir Artaan.  Thank you in return, and may An'she guide you to an ever-brighter future."

	With that, the draenei turned and headed for the door and out of sight.  It took a few moments for Lyrah to finally show her face with a soft sniffle, and the shamaness pushed herself closer to her father before whispering, "I love you more and more every day, I swear."

	"As I do you, sweetheart," he rumbled back and turned to press a deep, loving kiss to his daughter's lips.  As they parted, the couple remained silent for several long minutes as they basked in the warm water.  Their heads tilted back to gaze fondly up at the clear night sky, the stars almost the same as back in Azshara.  The tingles of the bubbles slowly caused the pains and issues of their travels melt away, and soon enough their sturdy bodies were practical, wonderful jelly.

	"Mmmh... I think I'm just about done, daddy," Lyrah purred as she shifted herself a bit, her breasts peeking up above the water's edge.  "You ready to head back to our tent?"

	Drenan's eyes had slid shut amid their soak, and at her words they slowly opened to shoot her a nervous look.  "Well... I hesitate to get out just yet, darling."

	"Why?" Lyrah asked, and in response Drenan's hand took hold of her wrist and guided her hand straight to Drenan's still powerfully-erect tool.  "Ohhhh... not going down, huh?"

	"Not at all," Drenan rumbled nervously.  "And I have been trying to remember Artaan for the past five minutes.  Still nothing."

	Lyrah had to stifle a giggle as she thought for a moment.  "Maybe I can...."

	"No," Drenan quietly declined.  "I imagine they would kick us out if they found a white cloud in their hot spring.  It is not right."

	"Drat.  Well then," she mused, glancing around past the troll trio and toward the yet-calm, much larger pool.  "I have an idea... but you're gonna have to be quick."

	Drenan followed her gaze and swallowed hard.  "If I catch cold, I blame you."

	Lyrah grinned.  "You'll be fine.  Just follow my lead!"  As quick as could be, the curvaceous Lyrah yanked herself out of the pool, spun around on her plush rump, and pulled herself to her hooves to break into a brief sprint across the stones.  A boisterous cheer left Lyrah's lips as she launched herself into the air and tucked her knees to her breasts before crashing down hard at the center of the pool, launching cold water in all directions.  A sharp cry, followed by giddy laughter ensued, and as the waves settled a shivering Lyrah could be seen with her arms crossed tight to her chest standing in the water.  "C-c-c-c'mon!"

	The paladin inhaled and exhaled sharply right before hopping out of the warm waters as quickly as he could.  The bulky male had no choice but to grasp the base of his tool and pin it to his abdomen as he ran for the large pool, and with a jump of his own he splashed down hooves-first  several feet from Lyrah.  A deep, stifled cry escaped him as he, too, began to shiver like a leaf, but just a few moments in the water was more than enough to deflate that pesky erection that had plagued him.

	Lyrah chittered as she trotted over to him in the chest-high water.  "Y-y-y-y-you g-good?"

	Drenan shivered and exhaled as his arms moved frantically to rub heat back into his shoulders.  His remaining horn jerked up and down with a shaky nod.

	"Then g-g-go, go, g-go!"  The shivering shaman shot straight toward the pool's edge right alongside her father.  Both naked tauren rapidly emerged from the pool and made a beeline for the door, neither of them stopping their frantic, chilled sprint until their tent flap approached, which the both of them took a diving leap as they disappeared from sight.

	Deep laughter could be heard from the both of them from outside the dark tent, but only the keenest ears could've caught the whisper of, "O-okay, now... let's see how long it takes to get the b-big boy back up, huh?"

	Only a brief pause ensued before it was followed by, "For you?  Not long."