<1> Reunion The ever-gloomy darkness of Duskwood often accentuated the warmth of the cozy Scarlet Raven Inn at its Eastern edge, making it a prime place for passerby to spend an evening. Sure, it wasn't Asokka's ideal place to spend her time -the nearby caves were more to her liking for privacy, but the spiders had a tendency to be more bothersome than people at times, despite her watchful elementals- but the curvaceous, plump pandaren figured the inn was quiet enough. It wasn't a particularly busy season, and as such she was thankful to get a room with two full beds to herself. The trip to and from Dalaran had been taxing to say the least, even if she'd only been gone a couple of days, and with a restless sigh she flopped her red-and-white-furred form onto the nearest bed, robes and all. As comfortable as the bed was, her busy mind wouldn't let her sleep quite yet. At a young age her father had left to fight for the Alliance, but in doing so he'd been taken prisoner by the enemy and tortured for years on end. Only just a few years ago, he'd escaped, and her reunion with him had been... far from smooth. Asokka was a wild and free spirit, and she hadn't made it easy for him, but ultimately she accepted and warmed up to her caring father. In an all-too-brief moment so long ago, the two of them had shared a bed in a moment of desire and instinct, but neither of them had had a chance to speak of the incident since. Her time in training had kept them apart off and on for a few years afterward, but with her training almost complete and his duties briefly ended, their latest meeting had rekindled the buried feelings for her father once more. Even while trying to study back in Dalaran, her mind always returned to her father, unable to focus or rest. All she could do was sigh in frustration and flop onto her back. Laying in her rented bed, She pulled the blankets around herself, and a slow hour passed before she began to dream. She muttered unintelligibly in her sleep, tossing and turning, pretty much curling into a ball. Absent-mindedly and so into this dream she was, the plush pandaren mage slowly reached down and pulled up her robe skirts, sinking one hand shamelessly into her panties. Only she knew what dream played in her head, but surely it must have been an incredibly vivid dream for her to be fingering herself so fastidiously. Unbeknownst to the only other pandaren in Duskwood at the time, the well-traveled Kien figured Asokka had returned to Dalaran when he found her cave to be empty two days prior, and as such the husky monk simply shrugged and went about his business in Darkshire. Despite his incredible girth, the well-trained male had a fair bit of muscle beneath all the scars and fat, and even in his forties he could still handle himself well. A few silver streaks were already showing in his red-and-white fur, however, and the keen observer might notice just a tiny bit of a limp in his step when he's not focusing. The fighting had taken his left eye many years prior, forcing him to wear a black patch over it for modesty's sake. Indeed, it was difficult for him to look in the mirror some days, but he was ever-thankful that his once-estranged daughter didn't seem to mind. As always, his thoughts remained fixated on Asokka, and he couldn't wait until he got to see her again. She was the only family he had in the world -the pandaren mate who he'd lovingly conceived her with had moved on in his absence, and the two of them had reconciled and went their separate ways upon his return- and it meant the world to him whenever he simply got to spend time with her. Occasionally he would wonder if she remembered their tryst from years prior, but he dearly wanted to be a good father to her, and in turn he tried to keep that thought to himself, uncertain of her feelings on the matter. Upon returning to the inn that morning for more work, a few passerby made mention of another pandaren, and curiously he prodded the innkeep regarding Asokka. Realizing that it was indeed her staying there, Kien didn't waste a moment in rushing up toward her room and giving the door the absolute softest of knocks. "Asokka? Sweetheart?" he called in quietly. The gentle echo of "MMmn.." came from within, followed by a coy giggle. Kien hesitated a few moments more, then dared to knock a second time, which in turn made her roll over onto her back and mutter, "Hehe, stoooooop... mmn..." The voice was most definitely Asokka's, but her words were confusing at best to his optimistic mind. Still, he couldn't just stand there like an idiot outside her room, so just as quietly he dared to turn her doorknob and peer inside... only for his one eye to shoot open wide. Asokka's back was arching up and down in gentle, rhythmic fashion, while her middle and index fingers of one hand were shoved deep into her soaked cunt, while her other hand gripped hungrily at her right breast. Still asleep, she rolled onto her side with a soft whimper. "I can't ssssh..." She'd whisper, curling into a ball again. Every fiber of Kien's being immediately screamed at him to close the door and respect his daughter's privacy, like any normal father might in his shoes. However, it was her soft laugh... that melodious, impish giggle... that sparked his curiosity beyond his instincts. Despite his size, the nimble pandaren quietly pushed the door open just enough for his round belly to squeeze through, then carefully shut it behind him before tiptoeing over to the bedside. His one eye sized his daughter's writhing form up and down slowly, and ultimately his gaze focused on her busy fingers. Her white-furred cheeks were flushed with color, and her snowy robes beautifully framed much of her yet-hidden body. Her stomach had surprisingly grown slimmer during her time away, implying she might not be eating as much as she should, likely replacing gluttonish meals with hard schoolwork. Her hips however were still as wide as he'd remembered, as was her plump backside and rotund, parted thighs. Another soft moan came from her sweet, full lips, her fingers working harder now, her thumb joining to rub her swollen clit slowly. Her panties had steadily been pushed down to her left ankle, and, judging by their exceptionally dark color, they were rather wet themselves. Perhaps she'd been aroused even before her nap? It was, after all, that time of year when both male and female pandaren were instinctually driven to mate, but Kien had figured she'd at least found a mate during her time studying magic. This sort of arousal only got this strong when one was denied that physical release, and masturbation alone did far too little to assuage that prickling urge. Nonetheless, She continued to fingerfuck her quim, biting her lower lip and squeezing her breast a little harder. "S-someone will hear us d... hnnnya..." Asokka bit her lip and scrunched up her squishy cheeks, frustratingly cutting her sentence short. The breath fled from Kien's lungs. Did he hear her right? Was she dreaming of... no, surely she couldn't have been. He hadn't been around her in so long, there's no way she would... but the elder pandaren's mind immediately thought of their tryst, and the potential seemed almost like encouragement to his ears. Slowly, Kien lowered his pack to the floor and stowed away his weapons, and gently he reached out with one hand to ever-so-delicately caress his own daughter's cheek. "Shhhhhh," he cooed softly, his thumb gently teasing at her lips, while his other hand dared to trace two fingers along the neck of her robe. "It is alright, sweetheart. You are safe," he assured her unconscious form with breathless whispers, while the hand at her robe began to tug the fabric to the side. Asokka's breath hitched as the cool air touched her bare form. One after the other, her massive breasts, each one along nearly the size of a modest beach ball, flopped into plain view of her shuddering father. He almost couldn't believe a brassiere could contain them, though he'd never asked whether she usually wore them. Her pert, pink nipples hardened instantly with the new chill, while the variety of her exceptional curves wobbled and quivered with each shift of her body. Fire filled Kien's cheeks at the sight of the exposed goddess before him, almost incredulous that one so beautiful could have come from his loins. Her fur was just as soft as he figured it would be, and the hand that had tugged at her robe decidedly came to rest upon her pillowy belly. Her father's touch seemed to have more of an effect on her than expected. Her puffy pink petals were smeared with her nectar as she plunged her fingers in and out even faster, and without warning her eyelids shot open, while her free hand clapped itself over her own mouth to muffle half of an exceptionally lascivious moan. In an almost imperceptible moment, Asokka realized it was none other than her own father who had woken her, and with a sharp wince her eyes screwed shut once more, her back arching even higher as an earth-shattering climax ripped through her body. A sudden jet of her own nectar leapt from between her thick thighs and instantly doused the blanket at her knees, flooding the room with her natural scent. Her deep blue eyes shakily pried open once more to get a better look at him this time, though her lips were only able to eke out, "D-d-dadddy?" Kien flinched visibly and let out a sharp, shaky exhale, though his hands did not leave her cheek and pubic region as he watched her climax take hold. Sharp pain radiated from his now-heavily-tented leggings, the bulge of which had absently brushed the edge of her arm as she arched upward in climax. His one-eyed gaze immediately rocketed back to her now-open eyes as she squeaked out her shuddered word, his cheeks flushed even more darkly with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "S-sorry, Asokka!" he whispered frantically, though his hand only gripped down on her cheek all the more. "I... I meant no harm, I swear it! I was just-" "Shh!" she hissed between panting. Asokka fought to clear her lust-addled mind, but just could not. She was aroused, breathless, hungering, and she'd been dreaming about being fucked senseless by a faceless pandaren man whom was now faced, likely from buried memories she'd been working through. She whimpered softly at his grasp, her eyes wildly taking in his dimly-lit face above her... but none of it seemed wrong to her, especially not to her wanting body. "It's... it's okay... really." Kien could feel his self-control waning rapidly. The overwhelming smell of his own daughter's natural scent flooded his nostrils and intensified with her climax. "You are... you are very beautiful," he finally admitted with a deeper exhale, his fingers curling just a bit more firmly upon their respective handholds. Another shudder of delight zapped through Asokka's body in the form of one more jet of her sweet cum, her wet hand laying at her side with her thighs still parted. As her breathing slowed, her blue-eyed gaze flitted briefly over to the tent that pressed itself hotly against her arm, realizing that he, too, shared her arousal in that moment. The very idea brought a coy grin slowly across her lips. "You liked that, didn't you, Daddy..." she asked, giving his finger at the corner of her mouth a tender kiss. The sight of her beautiful body, the grin upon her lips, and those words.... The intense arousal was rapidly pushing Kien's inhibitions deep, deep down into the depths of his mind. "I did," he confessed, right before jerking his head downward to mash his lips to hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. His thick tongue pushed its way eagerly into her mouth as his lower hand's fingers pressed down firmly against her quim, steadily giving in to the urge he had not indulged for far too long. Asokka was caught off guard by the kiss.. or was she? She kissed back raggedly, a sharp inhale causing her chest to arch sharply upward. Slowly, his head drew back from such an intense kiss, leaving a tendril of saliva between them, his breathing shallow. "And I want more." "So d... do I..." She returned softly, her pierced tongue suddenly feeling chilled without her father's intertwined with it. Before he knew what he was doing, both hands left her and began to fumble with his own belt, yanking his leggings down to free his throbbing erection from its painful prison. His modest, ursine manhood radiated heat, and its tip was already dampened with a thick drop of precum. Thin veins ran up and down his soft, pinkish length, and its tapered tip appeared to pulse gently with his rapid heartbeat. "That's my firecracker," Kien added lovingly, letting out a jovial laugh as he launched himself into the bed with her, sending the covers fluttering as he fumbled to share another kiss. The youthful mage cried out in a mixture of shock and joy as she was suddenly smothered by soft, warm fur amid the messy covers. Her arms and legs flailed briefly until the covers had settled, and again she gazed up at her now-nearly-naked father, smiling all the while. Asokka reached up and grazed her fingers over his shoulders while he adjusted between her widespread legs, her heated loins silently calling to his own, the scent of want curling around them like incense. "I've wanted this so badly," she whimpered. "Since I saw you again first... I've thought of nothing but this, Daddy." "Truly?" Kien asked softly as he hungrily parted her legs wide with his heavy belly, allowing his heated tool to bump straight into her pubic mound, staining it with his precum upon contact. "I thought you had forgotten... that you were ashamed, or that I had wronged you," he rumbled, pressing his warm, fluffy fur into her own as both hands moved to happy homes upon her wonderfully soft tits. Two fingers each moved to tenderly pinch and tweak her swollen nipples, while his shifting hips began to teasingly rub his length up and down along her quim, baring down particularly firmly against her clit. Asokka shook her flushed face from side to side fervently. "Never! I had no doubt in my mind back then, nor do I have them now! I... I can't imagine being with anyone else," she assured him, clinging to him even harder as his touch sent fiery waves of delight from her head to her toes and back. "No one can compare to you... I've been so sad with you gone, and the nights have been so lonely." The smile on his face showed only love for her words as he added, "Those years ago, I meant what I said... I would do anything to make my firecracker... happy...!" His last word was accompanied with a husky grunt, his hips dropping back to push his cockhead squarely against her nethers, then vigorously thrust the first two inches into his own daughter's flower. The taboo was broken once again, and only sheer delight flooded Kien's large body as he flattened himself atop his beautiful Asokka. "Aah! Hmmn... you're m-making me happy right n-now, Daddy..." she managed to eke out as he drove himself forth, that thick pandaren cock replacing the vacant void where fingers once trod. As slippery and warm as a fleece throw in the cold of winter, she enveloped inch after inch of his girth that he gave her, as if her body were embracing a long lost love. Wrapping her arms around him as best as she was able, Asokka rained kiss after sweet kiss upon her father's cheeks and neck, then steadily drifted downward along his shoulder in an intense display of affection. "I w-want to make you haah... happy too... I missed you so much...!" Kien bit his lip as her words rang like music to his ears. It was a constant struggle not to cry out so loudly, concerned that other inn-goers might hear, but that did not stop him from sinking inch after thick inch of himself into his grown daughter little by little. "I am happier than I have been... in a long, long time, baby girl," he confessed, shuffling a bit more the further he delved, his length seeming to grow thicker the deeper he penetrated her. The elder pandaren shoved his face into her naked neck to inhale her scent deeply, while also planting a firm kiss upon her furred skin and sucking hard on it, overwhelmed by a strange mixture of desire, love, and instinct. "I... I too... have had similar thoughts of you, darling... you reminded me of your mother when we first reunited... and you have grown so... so very beautiful...!" he rumbled, muffled by her fur as his hands squeezed her wonderfully large breasts even tighter, or at least as much of them as he could grasp. Asokka couldn't help herself. She arched her hips upward meeting him in every way, desperate to feel him sink every inch possible into her wanting folds. Her legs flung upward and gripped his hips tightly, though his large belly made it impossible for her to lock her ankles behind his back. "Aah.. I just.. mmn.. I've dreamt of you for so long, Daddy.. since the time we did this before, and sometimes it interrupted m-my studies.. I've never had anyone since... not like this, Daddy...." "Nor have I, Asokka... it has been so very lonely... I love you so, so very much...!" he groaned, his weight bearing down more firmly atop her the more his hips dropped. Kien's ursine cock seemed to grow thicker the deeper it went, spreading her nether lips wider than she'd remembered. The mischievous mage closed her eyes tightly, feeling her father bite and suckle at her neck and shoulder. Every touch intensified her instinctual desire to mate, overwhelming and swallowing her mind little by little as the moments passed. They weren't human after all, and the primitive pandaren hunger deep within --something their ancestors had known much more keenly-- had no hope of being contained before her handsome father, though Asokka did not fully understand why. "I just want to make you happy, Daddy... I'd do anything you asked." Kien's mouth hung open as he felt her push back against him, and with another deep groan the elder male lunged forward again, this time feeling his hips mesh with her own, and his heavy, low-hanging balls, matted with her nectar and his precum, smacked wetly against her bare backside. "I ask... only for your love," he rumbled, savoring the moment by mashing his lips back to hers once more, then slowly but surely drawing himself backwards until just his ursine head remained inside her. Again his tongue plunged into her mouth and intertwined with hers, keeping her pinned to the bed as his hips drove forward once more, this time burying his full length to the hilt with that single, powerful thrust! "You have it, d.. dah!!" She cried out, unable to finish her sentence. The drive forward made her moan into his mouth, her body arching and writhing even more powerfully with her pinned, she was bear-ly able to move. A long, breathless gasp rattled in her throat, the overwhelming pleasure nearly pushing her over the edge of climax yet again with that thrust alone... but she held fast, fighting the urge hard in order to make their intense tryst last as long as she could. As the kiss broke to allow them both to breathe, Asokka's ensuing moan echoed a little louder than she intended, subtly causing the noise in the halls outside the room to quiet just a bit. Every inch of that plump, pussy-pounding, pandaren pecker felt as if it penetrated her very soul, stretching her walls deliciously with each plunge. "F... mmn... fuck me, Daddy," she whispered to his ear, squeaking out a soft 'nom' sound as she began to nibble his ear tenderly.. Sheer, unadulterated pleasure racked the pandaren's body as he felt his own daughter squeeze his entire manhood from within. "Asokka... never call me anything else, ever again...!" he practically pleaded as he drew himself back to half length, then quickly plunged back into her with the beginning of a desperate thrusting rhythm. Years of pent-up desire, namely that for Asokka herself, flowed from his being like the waterfalls of the Jade Forest. Their connection was as slick as could be with their combined nectars, and each deep plunge sent his balls smacking wetly against her rump again and again. In a strange way, Kien both felt like a loving father and an eager lover simultaneously, raining kisses down all over Asokka's cheeks, neck, and lips as she had to him. One arm dared to leave her chest and prop himself up just past her cheek, while the other continued to hungrily attempt to squeeze and grope as much of her right breast as his meager hand possibly could. Asokka whimpered and tilted her head in submission to her fathers loving pecks and nibbles, her eyes watching him adoringly with every adjustment and unchaste motion. Her small claws dug into his sides, back, and shoulders as she raked and clung to his bouncing body, wanting every inch, every bit of him he'd offer up. She was unable to speak, unable to stop her writhing beneath him. Her inner walls clenched and vibrated with a new purr that came from deep in her throat. An almost inaudible "Yes, Daddy..." was all she was capable of using to respond. The mage was quickly realizing that she liked it when he told her what to do. She was certain others would think it uncouth of her to submit in that sort of nature --perhaps not as much as fucking her father-- but she didn't care. This was her Daddy, her lover, and she was so happy they'd now had the opportunity to be together once more, unhindered by judgmental eyes. "Perfection... incarnate..." he praised her lovingly between his vigorous thrusts. The hand that held him aloft shifted again to cup her cheek once more, desperate to touch as much of her bare skin and fur with everything he had. Another fleeting fumble sent Kien's vest flying across the room, leaving his naked, thick-furred chest and upper body on full display for his dear daughter. The occasional scar upon him was far from ugly amid his fluffy fur --a trait he had passed on to the fiery vixen beneath him-- and each drop of his body meshed their red fur together all over again. There was no shame or inhibition in his eye any longer, and the increasing rhythm of his thrusts almost made it seem like he was trying>/i> to break the bed beneath them! "I am yours, always... just as you are mine...!" he gasped, daring to set his sights a bit lower before rising between thrusts. All of a sudden, his lips latched tightly onto her right nipple and began to suckle hungrily, not once breaking his vigorous rhythm of potent pandaren pounding. The fluffy female below him trembled in delight, her unscarred body bouncing heavily in rhythm with his. For a fleeting moment, Asokka pictured herself in her mother's place, imagining what it may have been like to be with her father in his younger days. Kien was perfect and handsome in her own eyes, and for a moment she struggled with the thought of feeling inferior beneath him. Maybe it was just the fact that she loved him so much and had missed him so terribly, but everything in her body wanted to be as perfect for him as he felt for her. "D... Daddy I'm gonna cum again...!" she whispered into his ear, then eagerly dragged her lips down his jawline with another string of kisses. He seemed to know every button to press, and she knew there was no hope of fighting that climax any longer. Her taut quim thrummed and hugged him tightly throughout his plowing thrusts, and in an instant her entire body began to convulse, sending her curves wobbling uncontrollably beneath her father. "I'm gonna cum 'cause... yo u're so good, Daddy...!" she squeaked out curiously. Was she trying to get him to break the bed? "Good... that is exactly what I want...!" Kien gasped, and no sooner did the words leave his lips than his thrusting almost doubled in ferocity! The loud, wet plapping sounds filled the room, as did their combined scent and musk with their intense, rigorous fucking. Every touch she graced upon his body sent more and more shockwaves of delight through him. "Cum... cum for your daddy, baby girl...!" he encouraged lewdly as his upper body suddenly rocketed upright, and both of his hands clamped down hard onto her wide hips! His weathered fingers sunk deep into her fleshy curves, and in the blink of an eye his thrusting had lessened, instead pulling her up onto his cock each time he thrusted! The nimble pandaren even dared to slide one hand up over her thigh and began rubbing her clit in firm, swift circles as he relentlessly fucked his own daughter, desperately working to tackle her over the edge as he felt that almost foreign, pleasurable pressure rapidly coalesce at the base of his co ck. "Oh, oh fffuck!" she outright screamed, unable to stop herself. Asokka didn't care who heard anymore, and wasn't like anyone around would know that the two of them were related. She bounced on his cock when he lifted her, using her own weight in order to sink him deeper, the new angle causing the pointed head of his ursine cock to slam directly against her cervix! He was owning her body in every way she wanted --unspoken desires of being completely devoured and destroyed, yet remade and healed-- by her father. The rubbing of her engorged clit made it even harder to resist him, and a squeal of his title seemed to seal her doom. Wrapping her arms around his neck She ended up near-sitting on his lap, bouncing on him as her second climax ripped through her, slathering his furred balls with a copious burst of her sweet, sweet nectar. For a long moment, time seemed to just... stop all around the father-daughter couple, save for their moving bodies. Every bounce of every beautiful curve before him seemed to resonate deep within Kien, and that tight, intense pleasure instantly rocketed up his length to tremble at his tapered tip. "Sweetheart... I...!" he tried to warn her, but his jaw suddenly locked in a brief attempt to hold back the tide, despite his daughter's spasming cunny that swallowed his entire length. Both burly arms wrapped her in a bear hug and pinned her climaxing body to his bare chest. As she crashed down a final time atop his cock, swallowing his full length once again, he, too, broke into spasms as a thick burst of his piping hot cum was suddenly pumped straight into his own daughter's womb. A bellowing groan made his chest rumble as burst after burst fled from his body and filled Asokka to the brim, the excess quickly trickling out from their wonderfully tight connection, forever bonding them to each other in their ta boo tryst. Splinters shot across the room with that last union, and the center of the bed beneath them sharply dropped nearly half a foot, having been caved in two as a result of their vigor. The sensation of all that thick, delicious seed spilling into, filling up, and flooding her womb brought forth more purring from deep in her chest. Her entire body seemed to relax and bask in the feeling of being filled. It was that exact sensation, the intensity of the warmth, that sated her desperate need for the time being. "Oh gods," she trilled, her voice trembling as her entire body felt as if it were aflame. This was the feeling she'd been missing. This was the sensation of her father filling her flower with heavy amounts of fertilizer. Should she worry? Was she worried? Nope. Time was wibbly-wobbly and didn't exist in that moment to her. All she cared about was the feeling of them clinging to one another, breathing heavily in unison, and more and more of that ambrosial cum being pumped inside her. Her father's heavy balls --oh those magnanimous orbs-- she could feel them twitching and heaving against her taint. "Daddy," she sighed breathlessly, her tongue weakly flicking out against his c heek. "It feels so good...." The entirety of the experience caused Asokka's body to go completely limp, her arms dropping to the sides and her tongue lolling out in ecstasy, only remaining aloft thanks to her father's shaky grip. "It feels incredible...!" Kien gasped through gritted teeth, his body suddenly softening as the last few, residual bursts escaped him. A heavy sigh slipped from his lips as he embraced his daughter lovingly, and as he began to fall, his body turned to one side to send them both crashing back to the bed, side-by-side. A shaky, climax-laden laugh punctuated the gesture as he shakily held her close, brushing his lips to her own cheek as he held her for as long as he could, not wanting to withdraw from her just yet. "This... this may not need be said..." he couldn't resist mentioning. "But... best not say a thing of this... to your mother," he added with a soft, half-laugh. "Heh... yeah... that's... uhm..." she sputtered, trying to regain feeling in her lips. "I won't say anything," she finally assured him with an amused giggle. "I mean... that'd just be... awkward, like, 'Oh, hey Momma... me and Daddy broke a bed in Duskwood... and now I owe the innkeeper like... fifty-some gold pieces to fix it.'" As the feeling returned to her limbs, Asokka stretched her arms around her father and hugged him lovingly, rubbing her nose into his neck. "Don't leave again Daddy," she stated more than asked. "I don't think I can handle that. Besides... I don't know if you could either," she quipped, throwing him a coy wink. Kien laughed right along with her and returned her nuzzle, inhaling deeply once more and pressing his forehead to hers, his one eye looking into her deep blue orbs lovingly. "Hey now, I think I'm far more responsible for the bed than you are," he cocked back. "The price is mine, and well worth it to be with you again," he said in earnest, running both hands absently up and down her bare back. "I have no intentions of leaving again any time soon... especially not after this," he admitted, offering her another tender smile. "I love you so much, Asokka... I had forgotten the feeling of the feminine touch before this. Do forgive me for barging in earlier... though I'd say it yielded a spectacular outcome." The fire-furred mage simply laughed and laid her head lovingly against his soft chest. "Don't apologize, Daddy. It's okay, and from now on... you can totally do it again... like, any time." The elder male chuckled and squeezed his daughter all the tighter. "As you wish, sweetheart."