The male orc led them to a bare corner of the tent and took a casual seat on one of few chairs littered around.  There was no shame in his eyes as he parted his robes and dropped his trousers to take hold of his greasy-looking, still-flaccid manhood.  "Well?  Get on with it!"

Talla awkwardly found her own chair and took a polite seat next to the orc, and without a word she let one hand slip between her cultist armor as well.  She let her gaze roam around the room a bit in an attempt to keep things as minimally awkward for her friends as possible.

Lyrah stood slightly in front of her father, and the longer she looked at the tent floor, the more she began to fidget.  "Uhh..." she started, until a deep snarl shocked her quiet again.  She turned her head just a bit to look at him when she felt his powerful hand clap down hard on her shoulder.  The shaman couldn’t hold back a squeak of surprise as her father shoved her forward viciously to force her up against the corner pole of the tent.

The elder male’s demeanor shifted considerably.  All at once his hands were roughly kneading and toying with her body.  He whirled her around like a ragdoll to take hold of her strained chest armor, and in one swift stroke he tore it clean off her body.  Her hefty chest was only briefly bare before both of his hands began to grope her.  The paladin-in-hiding leaned close to her as he took his daughter to whisper, "Just resist a little.  I will not hurt you no matter what, understand?"

Lyrah dared a brief look into her father’s eyes as she nodded, though it was just enough to assure her that he was still perfectly himself.  The chubby tauren’s arms began to flail in resistance, but even if she had been trying, she was no match against Drenan’s strength.  Muscles flexed as he forced her arms straight above her head to take both of her wrists in one of his massive hands, while the other reached down and yanked hard at the leggings she’d been given to bring them to her knees.

The young shaman looked to her father and began to put on as convincing a whimper as she could, now struggling wildly with all her fake might.  It was all for naught, however, as he spun her back around to force her front to the tent pole, while taking hold of her hip with his free hand to force her bare ass upward to him.  "Silence, bitch," he hissed angrily, and with a calculated hand he reeled back and struck her plump posterior, causing her fleshy bottom to jiggle harshly.  

Lyrah yelped at the impact of the blow, but in reality she found she had to bite back a loud moan with all her might.  The actual strike covered very little of the surface area of her rump, but what he did hit sent shockwaves of an odd mixture of pleasure and pain all throughout her body.  "No..." she eked out and attempted to thrash her ass and tail back and forth.  Just as she had secretly hoped, a second spank followed in an attempt to quell her thrashing, followed by a third and a fourth.  

Each spank seemed to grow harder and sharper, and while Drenan knew holding back could get them both exposed, he was ready to ease up the second he sensed she was truly in pain.  Nonetheless, despite their circumstances, he couldn’t help but admit to himself that he was enjoying it.  Such feelings became far more obvious as he dropped his own trousers, and his fully-erect manhood immediately pressed itself between Lyrah’s considerable thighs.  Even more relief washed over him when he realized that his daughter was already soaking wet from the spankings.

One of Drenan’s powerful hands left her wrists to reach out and take a handful of her mane and pull sharply, forcing another yelp from her and rocketing her upper body upright.  His hips shifted as his cockhead pushed dangerously against her soaked folds, but there was no time for tension or teasing.  Drenan snarled angrily just before his lower body jerked forward, that single thrust burying nearly his full length deep inside his incognito daughter.

Lyrah forced out a faux cry of pain at the gesture, doing her best to bite back her normal slew of moans.  As much as she always enjoyed her time with her father, she couldn’t remember ever having been as wet as she was right then and there.  Powerful shocks of delight coursed through her curvaceous body as she suddenly felt so very full with him inside her, but still she knew better than to let down the facade.  Her bottom thrashed against his buried manhood while she tried to swing her weighty upper body in tandem, coupled with cries of, "No!  Please!" interspersed throughout.

The grungy orc cackled softly as he eyed the spectacle, his hand pumping his own shaft desperately.  Talla glanced his way with a disgusted look, though she quickly turned back to her friends-turned-actors.  She knew Lyrah well enough to tell she wasn’t in real pain, thankfully, but the act as a whole wrought a mixture of thoughts from fear to intense intrigue in her mind.  The hand between her legs, however, seemed to win the argument on its own.

Drenan’s initial thrust was followed by a hissing, "Quiet, slut!" before continuing with a series of powerful, wild thrusts.  Each one jarred her curvaceous form hard against the tent pole, which Lyrah clung to for dear and utter life as best as her pinned hands would allow.  The muscular male had to force himself to hold back his usual gasps and groans in favor of fierce snarls and growls.  Their sounds combined flooded the tent and even garnered a few other onlookers who had finished with their own misdeeds.

One particularly sharp thrust, however, caught poor Lyrah off guard.  A much sharper shriek escaped her as her eyes watered up in slight pain, so much so that she couldn’t keep a single tear from running down her cheek.  The perceptive Drenan caught the gesture immediately, and careful not to blow their cover, his calculated thrusts eased up and slowed to a more comfortable pace.  "No!" Lyrah cried out yet again, though she subtly tilted her head back to give him an appreciative nod.  The little speed bump was hardly enough to dampen her mood, however, and within a minute the two were back to their wild display of brutal lust.