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"Fall back! We cannot hold them back any longer! Into the portals!" The ogre attack had come from seemingly nowhere, and the denizens of Shattrath were desperately scrambling about to reach the portals that led to the Alliance and Horde cities. Some were struck down, but many were allowed to escape as a battalion of human soldiers had charged in to help. The Seventeenth Legion of Wrynn had been staying in Shattrath for months in an effort to acquire more knowledge about Draenor's hazards, and it was fortunate they had not been recalled before this surprise attack. Their might was strong, but the sudden flood of ogres was greater than they had expected, and one by one the soldiers began to fall beneath their heavy clubs. More and more civilians fled, and to their good fortune the ogres weren't smart enough to know how to use a portal, instead charging through one as if it weren't there at all.

Once the last few of the living fled through the portals, both of them blinked out of existence as if they'd never been there at all. The soldiers had desperately pushed the orges back as best as they could, and ultimately many were saved... but the Legion of Wrynn had been decimated. Human and ogre blood alike had been spilled in droves. Not a single ogre had been left alive, and only one human yet remained among his brethren.

"Urgh, Light damn them!" hissed the human male as he propped himself against the nearest stone wall. His silver-and-blue armor had been tarnished with blood from the waist down, much of it being his own. Pained grunts left his lips as he pried away his armor plates, exposing his wound before pulling a small vial from a pouch at his belt and pouring purple liquid over it. A raspy sigh of relief escaped him as the wound almost instantaneously closed, but he was certain there was still bleeding happening beneath his skin. The fix was only temporary.

Still, this gave Rainier some desperately needed time. In the ensuing chaos, his pack had been left behind at the local inn across the city, and without his Hearthstone there was no chance he'd make it back to Stormwind alive. The stubborn warrior fought hard against the pain as he struggled to stand, forced to use his twin greatswords as crutches just to move. Hobbling across the city, his gaze tried to simply watch the ground, but even that was hard to look at when there were blood spatters every few feet. The inn seemed an eternity away, but with enough determination and a few small pauses, Rainier made it.

But he wasn't alone.

His ear was met with a sharp, distant cry from within the inn, but he was immediately certain it was no foe. His pack had been left in the common room, and to his fortune he was able to quickly find his Hearthstone... but that persistent cry gave him pause. Time was of the essence -internal bleeding could still prove fatal- but he knew deep down to ignore the cry might lead someone else to a much worse fate. He quickly shoved the stone in a pouch and hobbled off deeper into the inn.

The cries led him to an abandoned bedroom, but a first glimpse inside revealed no sign of an enemy or danger. Clothing had been strewn all over the place, but there was no blood in the room itself, granting the warrior some meager relief. At the far corner of the room the cries echoed loudly from a small basket, within which laid a surprisingly small baby.

A blood elf baby.

A long tangle of dark red curls almost looked like blood behind her head, but the baby appeared to be unharmed by the way she cried. She couldn't have been even a year old as far as Rainier could tell, nor did she seem to be able to speak beyond her incoherent cries. As she opened her glowing green eyes, however, her crying ceased. She silently looked up at the bloodied human warrior for a long moment before she began a steady babble of baby nonsense.

Tensions between the Aliiance and the Horde were at an all-time high, but such thoughts fled from the human's mind as he gently scooped the baby up in one arm. He did not hesitate, nor did he think twice, as he pulled the Hearthstone from his pouch. Blue light flooded the room, and in the blink of an eye they were gone. The gesture had allowed him only one arm to hold with, forcing him to leave one of his grandiose greatswords behind.

The tiny apartment glowed gold with the morning sunlight, but despite its silence, the gentle creak of an opening door showed signs of life. A pair of vibrant, green eyes peered out from within, shortly followed by the appearance of a sprightly, female blood elf. As quietly as she could manage, the elf shut the door behind her and crept down the stairs, trying hard not to let the pack slung across her chest rattle too loudly. As she rounded the final corner toward the front door, the menacing sight of her adoptive human father suddenly came into view, his arms crossed over his bare, hair-ridden chest. It looked as if he had just jumped right out of bed, considering his disheveled hair and the pair of white boxers dotted with red hearts that gave him some relative modesty. "Morning."

The elf squeaked in shock as she reeled back, throwing her arms in front of her defensively. "Hey! Hi, morning, Daddy... what're you up so early for?"

Rainier's blue-eyed gaze sized his daughter up and down inquisitively. The youthful warrior's large pack was suspicious enough, but the oversized trench coat was even more unusual. "Come on, Summer. Don't make me say it."

Summer looked up weakly at her father and sighed in defeat. The pack dropped to the ground with a dull *thud*, and a moment later she drew apart her trench coat, sporting the notorious Glorious Plate armor set. There was arguably more skin showing than was protected. The elf's cheeks burned as red as her crimson braid.

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The seasoned warrior's expression remained stoic. "Where were you going?"

The elf's mind reeled in a feeble attempt to think of an excuse, but none came quick enough. Her long, pointed ears drooped just a bit in defeat, and her eyes turned to the ground. "Lysia's having a party at the beach tonight...."

Rainier appeared wholly unsatisfied by the simplistic answer. "Summer," he repeated sharply, forcing her to finally meet his piercing gaze.

Summer began to tremble just a bit beneath his eye. Lying was not her strong suit, but the urge to do so paled before her father's yet-hidden wrath. He was not abusive by any means, but he was loud, and his deep voice and large figure made him an intimidating sight to behold when he wanted to be. "It's true!" she insisted. "But... she wanted my help today getting some fireworks around and stuff. Just helping set up, that's all!"

The seasoned warrior glanced at the bag, then back to his daughter's sharp features. There was no lie in her eyes. "Will there be boys?"

"Yes...." Summer's cheeks suddenly went from rosy red to deep crimson almost instantaneously.

Rainier visibly gritted his teeth. "Wait here," he rumbled and sharply turned on his heel, making a beeline for his own bedroom. Summer could only shift her weight from foot to foot as she waited for his return, though every second was agony in itself. Was he punishing her? Would she still be able to go? Less than a minute later he'd returned, strode right past her for her pack, and dumped a fistful of... something into one of the side pouches. "Go, and be fucking careful," he returned, his features softening just a little. "I'd appreciate it if you were home by 1, but I won't come looking for you until noon tomorrow. We clear?"

Summer's nervousness quickly melted into giddiness, and without warning she launched herself at her father and threw her arms around his shoulders in a loving hug. "Crystal! Thank you so so so much, Daddy! You're the best!"

Despite his stiff demeanor, Rainier didn't hesitate to return her embrace, quietly trying to ignore the fact that her trench coat had fallen open in the process. "You need anything, you contact me. My buzzbox will be close by."

The elf was all smiles as she pulled her head back and planted a long, emphatic kiss on her father's cheek. She quickly hopped back down, retied her fluttering trench coat, and was out the door before either of them could say another word.

Rainier let out a sigh of defeat as he watched the door close behind her. The retired warrior nonchalantly gave his rear a few scratches before wandering off toward the kitchen. There wasn't a damn thing anyone could make him do on his Saturday.

It wasn't until Summer had reached the gates of Stormwind that it dawned on her: She didn't know what her father had given her. Finding a quiet corner, the blood elf slung her pack off her back and pulled open the side pouch... the sight within making her blush all over again. At the bottom of the pouch laid a fistful of various-colored condom packets, some of which were even different sizes.

... That's what he meant about being safe....

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Things were already coming together by the time Summer had reached the beach. It wasn't until she'd descended the last dune that she felt comfortable enough to shed her stifling trench coat, thankful to be able to walk freely in her tank-ini. The intricate coils of golden-colored metal gave her just enough modesty to avoid trouble with the guards, but it was apparent that such a sight was going to draw almost every eye in range. Truth be told, Summer wasn't much for attention-seeking, but she did have an aesthetic that she loved in her own attire. It was more unfortunate than anything that the two aspects clashed, but she'd been training as a warrior almost since she could walk, and the subtle, powerful muscles in her limbs made her more than capable of handling herself if the need arose.

Tents were being set up further back from the shore, while tiki torches and grills were being assembled and lit with magic by a chubby female mage in a more commonplace, two piece bikini. Satisfied with her latest spell, the mage turned just as Summer approached her, and with a happy cry she launched herself onto the elf to share an excited hug. "Hey! You made it! Thank you so much for helping, was your dad okay with it?"

"Reluctantly, but he seemed fine with it," Summer proclaimed and proudly puffed out her metal-clad chest.

"Awesome," Lysia returned and brushed back her short, blonde hair. "You got the good stuff?"

Summer's smile turned devious at this. "Walk this way," was all she said and took her friend's hand, leading the young woman over to the nearest erected shower stall and drew the curtain closed behind her. Satisfied their spot was private, Summer slung the pack onto the ground and opened it, revealing an absurd cache of fireworks. Her toned arm shot into its depths to shift some things around, and beneath the fireworks she revealed several unmarked shoeboxes that had been wrapped in plastic.

Lysia's eyes went as wide as saucers. "How the fuck...?"

The elf grinned cheekily at her friend. "Can you keep a secret?"

The mage nodded eagerly.

"The head herbalist in Stormwind is my uncle... sorta. Well, as uncle-y as he can be."

"Dude, you are the best!" Lysia whisper-shouted and hugged her friend a second time, this time slapping an exceptionally wet kiss on Summer's cheek. "This is gonna be lit as hell!"

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Much of the daytime was spent getting everything on the beach in order, but as the sun began to head for the horizon, it seemed as if almost every young adult in Stormwind had flooded the beach in small groups. By the time the sun was half gone, the beach was practically at capacity with partygoers running to and fro in various states of undress. Kegs of ale and mead were tapped by a crew of dwarves who had joined the party, and several night elves had portioned off some of the beach for partiers who didn't much care to even wear bathing suits. That portion seemed to grow almost exponentially until they were more or less partying on a nude beach.

Despite the fun and the controlled chaos, Summer had taken to simply hanging around with Lysia, drink in hand, and taking care to distribute bits of the potent fireweed as patrons came looking for it. It wasn't until nearly nightfall that she dared to get more liberal with it, concerned that a cloud of the smoke over the beach would have given them away in daylight. Fireweed had quite a distinct odor as well, not to mention euphoria that came over those who chose to inhale its burnt remnants.

It was nearing 11 when the tank-ini-clad Summer found she'd given out all but one box, and in a moment of selfishness she decided to keep it tucked away and take another draw from some she'd already lit. The inner circle she sat in mostly consisted of a few of her peers who had organized the party, while other admirers and friends tried to toe the line between crowding them and socializing. Summer knew most of them well -she was a notable figure herself being a blood elf living among humans- and there were a few she tended to gravitate toward just for conversation's sake. One male in question, however, dared to squeeze his way through the crowd and weasel himself a seat right next to her as she was chatting with Lysia.

As she turned away for a drag, the elf flinched in shock to find this muscular male sidled up next to her, his arm draped behind her as if they were best friends. "Hey there, Summer. Exceptional party, hmm?"

Summer's green eyes narrowed a bit. "Hey, Landon. Glad you're having fun," she returned flatly.

"Eh, I wouldn't say 'fun' just yet... but we could be," he echoed as he let his unspoiled hand gently touch the elf's shoulder...

... only to be immediately swatted away. Summer may have been quite thoroughly stoned, but she'd been trained well enough that she could clear her head whenever the moment needed it. "Nope. Don't touch me Landon. Not gonna happen."

"Aw, babe, c'mon, don't even! Why you gotta give me a hard time?" he returned, fully aware that many pairs of eyes were settling on the boisterous male.

"Because I don't like you, I never liked you, and your parents didn't teach you the meaning of the word 'no'," she replied much more curtly. "Now beat it."

For a moment's hesitation, it was clear Landon was starting to reconsider his move... aaaand then he tried to touch her shoulder again. "Aww, don't make me beg, Sum-"

No sooner did the hand touch her shoulder than Summer spun toward him at blinding speed. Even from her seated pose, the elf's impressive flexibility allowed her knee to rocket upward and around, crashing squarely between Landon's absurdly-spread legs. Had it been silent, one might have heard the popping sound of Landon's testicles receding into his body. The strike was accompanied with a husky war cry, shortly followed by a hop and a backstep to distance herself from him. "I said NO!" A mixture of cheers and boos rang out from the crowd as Landon crumpled over wordlessly, clutching at his crushed crotch as a few partygoers swarmed him to either help or ridicule him.

"What the fuck?" another nearby man cried. "You need to chill the hell out!"

The guy closest to him simply shrugged. "First time?"

The first man shot the second a dirty look. "What do you mean?"

"It ain't a Lysia party until Summer's crushed at least one cock. You don't fuck with her. If a guy can't understand the word 'no', he deserves it."

Summer gladly left the inner circle to find brief respite in the nearest stall. She hadn't come to fight, but the chatterboxes weren't entirely wrong. Seldom did she attend a party without having to injure someone who got too handsy or really pissed her off.

Moments later, Lysia tapped on the stall wall. "You okay, hon?" she called out.

"Yeah... fine," Summer gasped and poked her long-eared head out from within. "I think I probably should get going."

Lysia offered her friend a sad smile. "Not feeling it?"

"Nah, not tonight. Got a lot on my mind."

"No worries," the mage returned and parted the curtains to hug her friend goodbye. "Thank you so much for all the help today. Thankfully we didn't need the firewo-"

"WESTFALL GUARD! EVERYONE CEASE YOUR ACTIVITIES! YOU'RE ALL DETAINED UNTIL WE SORT THIS OUT!"

Both young women exchanged exhausted glances. "I'll handle the pack. Go scatter as many as you can," Summer ordered more than asked.

Lysia was gone before Summer had finished, already catching the arm of anyone in range. A relatively large patrol had caught the party off guard from the dunes, and nearly two dozen men were marching down the hill to begin detaining partygoers. Ever-sharp, Summer made a beeline through the panicked crowd and practically tackled her own pack, turning it over to dump out an assortment of large, mostly illegal, goblin fireworks. Within moments, nearly two dozen rockets were aimed toward the sky, their fuses sloppily tied together in a bunch. Grabbing a tiki torch, Summer dropped the flame onto the bundle and ran like hell, taking a painful dive behind a particularly high sand dune just before a pair of soldiers passed nearby. "Seven... eight... nine..." she counted quietly and plugged her long ears tight.

BOOM!

All twenty-four rockets shot toward the sky at once and exploded with deafening bangs dangerously low to the ground. Sparks of every color imaginable flew through the air, creating more than enough chaos to put off the stiff guards. Those invited to the party were all aware of the contingency plan, and in the wake of the fireworks, each and every one of them had either swam off down the coast or fled through the taller wheat and cornfields out of sight.

Summer, too, went to make her getaway, but her initial dive had broken two clasps on her expensive armor. The second she started to rise, both top and bottom started to fall, forcing her to simply scoop both pieces into her arms and take off running naked into the night.

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"Oh, look, honey. Someone's lettin' off fireworks tonight."

From the back of the small house approached a bulky human sporting long, red hair and bushy eyebrows with a clean shaven face. His blue eyes turned skyward, soon followed by a groan and an eyeroll. "Oh boy. Think she's on her way?"

The other male human, this one with a shock of blonde hair and a thin beard, simply laughed. "No doubt. I give her three minutes. But you really shouldn't be surprised, Rowan. You gave her the fireweed in the first place, and the fireworks."

The red-haired male let out a hearty belly-laugh. "The fireweed? Sure. But she bought the fireworks. I just... helped bring them overseas is all, and that was thanks to your cousin, Barry."

It was Barry's turn to laugh and give his husband a sharp smack on the rump. "Now now, no need to point fingers. But it is your turn to take care of her."

No sooner did the words leave his lips than a knock on the door rang out. "Fine, but you owe me." Rowan quickly returned the spank and ushered his husband away before peering through the peephole... only to find his niece desperately clutching her pack and armor in front of her. Even from the other side of the door, it was apparent that Summer absolutely reeked of fireweed. The skilled herbalist quickly opened the door and stepped to one side. "Get your butt in here. Sheesh, can't Lysia plan something small and subtle for a change?"

Summer looked redder than a barn as she meekly stepped into the house, desperately trying to preserve her own modesty. "Not really her thing, but it's a nice idea. I'll tell her that next time."

Rowan chuckled as he walked through the small house and pulled open a small dresser drawer. He quickly produced a set of spare, albeit undersized, clothes that he quickly tossed to her. "Anyone get caught?"

"No, thank the Light," she remarked and dropped her armor to dress herself. Rowan had already turned away to give her some privacy, though the small, white tank top and denim shorts were only enough of an improvement to get her home. She had given him that emergency stash a few years prior, along with other smallish clothes she wouldn't miss, to hold onto for this exact scenario. "Thank you so much, Uncle Rowan. You... aren't gonna tell dad, are you?"

Rowan slowly turned back around and offered her a smile before taking a seat in his recliner. "That old stick-in-the-mud never visits anyway. Why should I tell him?"

Clear relief settled over her features, and a few moments later she was reasonably decent once more. "I can't thank you enough, Uncle."

"Mmmh, I think you can," Barry suddenly chimed in as he entered from the other room. As if fearful for someone's life, the blonde-haired man scooped up her fallen armor and clutched it to his chest. "This is an absolute travesty, young lady. I spent more time on this armor than he does cultivating his plants," he rumbled and jerked his head toward Rowan. "You're not getting this back until I have it back to its original state. Understood?"

As bad as Summer felt about having damaged her uncle-in-law's fine work, she knew as well as Rowan did that he thrived with repair work, and that his displeasure was mostly an act. She still tried to hide her smile as she bowed her head humbly. "Yes, Uncle. I'm so sorry."

"You should be!" he insisted before sharply turning away and disappearing further into their home once more.

Both Rowan and Summer exchanged slight smiles before the former spoke. "Must you leave already? You're welcome to stay if you like. I just got the guest bed cleaned up this morning."

Summer contemplated the option for a brief moment, but quickly decided she'd rather be in her own bed sleeping off her high instead of being found out at her uncle's house. "Nah, I think I'm alright, but thank you!"

Rowan smiled nonetheless and gave his niece a large bear hug. "Don't worry about a thing, kiddo. I bet your dad'll be too busy to even notice you arrive."

The blood elf had just started to turn for the door, but stopped in her tracks at his words. "Busy with what?"

Her uncle visibly flinched at this. "Shit, I've said too much. He might not even be busy at all, you know."

"Busy with what?" she repeated more insistently and planted her fists on her hips.

Rowan shot a nervous look into his husband's room, but Barry didn't even notice him as he worked his magic on the tank-ini. The herbalist knew good and well that Summer wouldn't leave until she got the answer to her question. "Well... last I heard, he had a date tonight. That's all."

Summer's eyes went wide at this. "Seriously? I've never seen him on a date before."

"Weeeeelllllll... maybe 'date' isn't the right word for it," Rowan admitted sheepishly. "More like... shoot, what do they call them now...."

The words were on Summer's lips immediately, and without thinking she blurted, "Booty call?"

"That's it," Rowan agreed with a snap of his fingers. "He said something in passing to me about it this morning. That's all, no big deal."

Perhaps it was the haze of fireweed, but the filter that Summer normally had seemed to have disappeared as she considered her uncle's words. "With who? And how come I've never seen him with a date?"

Rowan looked like a cornered mouse as he sunk himself back into his recliner. "He didn't say who exactly. I think it's a good lady friend of his who lives in another apartment. And... well, he told me once he wanted to keep that stuff away from you, Summer. He didn't want you to think anything silly like you were being replaced or getting a new mother or anything. I don't think his relationships are like that."

The elf's hands slumped to her sides, and her weight shifted to lean against the door frame as she took her time to process his words. Secret booty calls, huh? I guess it makes sense, he still has needs, but how come no life-mate? I guess he's a little rough around the edges, sure, but he's so sweet and... I guess I get it. I wish he'd told me though. Wait... why do I care? He can do whatever he likes in his free time, even if it involves fucking other ladies....

Summer had gone quiet for several long moments during her reverie, and all Rowan could do was observe her curiously as her unfocused eyes stared off into space. It wasn't until her hand began to reach for her shorts did Rowan rocket up out of his chair. "Welp, you'd best be going then, Summer. No need for me to keep you! Have a good night!" Summer's head shook visibly to bring herself back to reality... right as Rowan's door closed a hair's breadth from her nose. Her cheeks burned red hot in embarrassment, and the blood elf was left with no other choice but to casually stagger her way back into Stormwind.

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The door creaked open softly, and Summer tiptoed in as quietly as she could manage.  The undersized shorts were irritating beyond measure, and the skin-tight tank top was proving exceptionally unpleasant to her chilled, hardened nipples.  At least the air was warmer indoors.

The soft flicker of the gnomevision streaked across the floor from the nearest entryway, making her certain that her father was awake and waiting to see if she’d show up.  The placement of the entryway made it impossible to walk up the stairs without breaching line of sight of the couch, and all Summer could do was creep as slowly as possible in hopes that Rainier wasn’t so alert.

The disheveled warrior sat upright on the couch with a half-empty mug of ale on the table next to him.  The summer evening was plenty warm enough that he wore only a different pair of boxers than he’d been wearing that morning, but nothing else.  The sight had been a common one since Summer had been little, and it was a sight that wasn’t entirely unwelcome to the young elf.

“You’re home early,” Rainier rumbled softly without even turning his head in her direction.  “No fun?”

Summer let out a quiet, shaky exhale as she tried to compose herself.  “Nah, just a bunch of jerks.”

“Their loss,” he added before taking a swig from his ale. 

“How about you?  No plans?” she returned unexpectedly.

“Nope.  Friend stopped by earlier.  Didn’t stay long.”

Is he talking about his ‘date’?  “Gotcha.  That’s too bad.”

 “Mmh,” he grunted in soft agreement before taking another swig.  Amid the drink, Summer began to walk toward the stairs once more, but Rainier suddenly drew his mug back and added, “Hitting the hay?”

This tore Summer’s spirits right in half.  Sure, the elf was sneaky (maybe), quiet (debatable), and perhaps a little misleading (okay, sure), but the one person she could never lie to was her father.  “Not yet….”

Rainier reached over with a brawny hand and patted the seat next to him softly.  “Come sit for a bit.  Tell me about the party.”

Summer couldn’t bring herself to say no.  The lithe elf slowly came into the light of the GV, and with an exhausted sigh her half-covered rump plopped itself onto the couch.  “It was okay.  Lot of people, but kinda boring.”

The human warrior turned slowly to look at his daughter more properly, quietly inspecting her undersized garb.  “I doubt the end was boring.”

Blood rushed to the blood elf’s cheeks.  “It wasn’t.”

Rainier inhaled deeply and let out his exhale over the span of several seconds.  “Hmm.  Burnt blasting powder, ocean spray… another of Lysia’s, then,” he stated more than asked.

Summer nodded silently.

“And I know the smell of fireweed.  Lots of it.”

Another, much slower nod.

His piercing eyes practically begged for her to look up at him, and eventually she did for just a fleeting second before looking back to the floor.  “But you haven’t used it all.”

Summer began to tremble softly, but said nothing.

“Show it to me.”

A glimpse of the elf’s eyes showed her to be on the verge of tears.  She reached for her lumpy pack and pulled out her last box of fireweed.  Nestled next to it were two remaining rolling papers.  Summer dared not open her eyes, even when she felt her father touch the box.  It wasn’t until she heard the crinkle of paper that she opened her eyes.  Summer almost could’ve died of shock when she visibly saw her father seal a small cigarette of fireweed, pull a lighter from a drawer next to the couch, and light it.  “No….”

Rainier took a particularly long draw from the cigarette and blew several sharp smoke rings into the air, then softly closed the box.  “Problem?” he rumbled before taking another hit.

Summer’s bedraggled ponytail swung from side to side.  “N-no, Dad, sir.  I, just… I didn’t know you smoked that stuff.”

“You never asked,” he returned before gently offering the cigarette to her.

The elf hesitated briefly before accepting the roll and taking a small draw, though she was still quite stoned from before.  “Well yeah, but, I guess I dunno why you always forbade me from doing it?”

“‘Cause it’s illegal.  And you have it hard enough as is,” the warrior stated simply.  “Last thing you need is a record.”

It was true, as much as she hated the thought, the Horde was still the enemy in peoples’ eyes.  She couldn’t help her heritage.  “So… do you think it’s bad?”

“Nah.  Tobacco and beer are worse.”  He gently reached out and received the fireweed cigarette again before taking another draw.  “I figured you’d find out Rowan’s secret eventually.”

“I didn’t say anything about Uncle Rowan.”

“You didn’t have to.  If I use it too, where do you think I get it?”

Well that made a lot of sense.  “I didn’t think you two got along.”

“He acts like we don’t.  But we do.  I have a lot of respect for him.  He took the path of a pacifist.”

Summer smiled a bit at this and gently rested her head against her father’s shoulder.  “I’m… sorry I didn’t tell you everything, Daddy.  Are you mad at me?”

Rainier shook his head without hesitation.  “No, Summer.  You didn’t get caught, hurt, or pregnant.”

This prompted the elf to giggle.  “I’m not a floozy, dad.”

“I know.  I didn’t say, or mean to imply, that you were,” he returned evenly.  “I’m actually quite proud of you.”

This was something Summer didn’t hear every day.  Her glowing green eyes scanned her father’s face inquisitively.  “Really?”

It was Rainier’s turn to blush just a little.  “Yeah.  You’ve always been a damn good kid.  You’re the fiercest warrior I’ve ever trained, and you’ve mostly kept your nose clean.  You’re smart, you have true friends, and you’ve handled living in Stormwind so well.”

“Daddy…” Summer returned and felt tears return to her eyes.  Her scantily clad body flattened itself against her father as she gave him a weak hug from the side.

Rainier quietly leaned into the embrace and finally showed the faintest hint of a smile.  “It amazes me whenever you call me that.  I never used to think I would ever hear that moniker in reference to me.”

The lithe blood elf began to sniffle gently.  “You earned it… you’ve always been there for me.”

“Just as I have always thought of you as my true daughter,” he added as he draped a tender arm around Summer.

Summer happily fell into his embrace, her body slowly flopping forward in a moment of heavenly bliss.  Almost as if she were floating on a cloud, her protective father caught her mid-flop and eased her tenderly down upon his lap instead.  It had been more than a decade since she had last truly cuddled her father, but in that moment it felt almost second nature to nuzzle into his lap and push herself against him all the more.  The fireweed had intensified the onset of lethargy, and almost the second her head hit his lap, her heavy eyelids began to fall shut.

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In the darkness of the room, two slits of green light flickered to life as Summer opened her eyes.  A lethargic, fireweed-addled glance up at the clock showed it to be almost four in the morning.  The GV was no longer on, and she was still in her undersized clothes.  She had fallen asleep on the sofa, she realized, and the memories from earlier that night suddenly came rushing back to her.

And that’s when she felt the steady rise and fall of her father’s body.

Summer’s head was still on her father’s lap, and she could keenly feel his breathing through his toned thighs.  The lithe elf carefully rolled onto her back to look up at Rainier’s sleeping form.  His upper body had slumped off into the couch corner, though his lap had remained steady for her to sleep on.  A genuine smile crossed her lips, and with a deep inhale she started rolling another quarter turn… but stopped.  Something about her father’s scent from her inhale was different.  The scent had been a pleasant one from her times cuddling him in her youth, but it proved to be much, much stronger from her position atop his lap… and she loved it.

The elf finally finished up her careful turn, and she became immediately aware that she was staring face-to-face with her father’s wrinkled boxers.  All she had to do was tip her head forward just a bit and inhale, and her sense of smell was flooded with an even more concentrated, fatherly musk.  She couldn’t remember ever getting this close to the one part of him she hadn’t seen, yet here she was with only a thin layer of cloth between her and it.  The gentle green glow of her eyes revealed every crease of the cloth to her curious gaze, and it didn’t take long for her to spot the sewn-in overlap that all men’s underwear had, y’know, for easy access.

The flap was even parted just a hair’s breadth as it was.

Summer’s next exhale caught in her throat.  Perhaps it was his wonderful scent, or perhaps it was simply the opportunity set before her, but a powerful curiosity unexpectedly guided her worn, slender fingers up to that flap.  Her heart began to practically beat out of her chest as she dared to carefully part the flap to both sides, letting the green light in to reveal the sight Rainier’s flaccid manhood.

His body shifted softly in his sleep, but the seasoned warrior showed no signs of waking as his adopted daughter engrossed herself with the intriguing sight.  Truth be told, being flaccid, his dick looked quite small compared to Rainier’s bulky form, but even that enticed Summer more than she had ever imagined.  As if driven by instinct, Summer tipped her head forward, pressed her lips between the flaps, and gave the underside of Rainier’s cock a slow, tender kiss.

The second her lips touched him, Summer felt the skin along his member to twitch to life.  Her lips lingered just beneath his tip for several long, delicious moments, and in response his tool naturally began to swell with subconscious excitement.  The more it swelled, the larger Summer’s eyes got, and moments later his tool was pushing its way between the opened folds of his boxers.  Summer couldn’t move quick enough and haphazardly let a few more kisses brush his tool in the process.  By the time he’d hardened to full mast, Rainier’s manhood had to have been at least a modest six inches, but there was no question that he was exceptionally thick for a human male.  There was no foreskin to contend with, but Summer’s eye yet tried to peek between his boxer folds for a proper glimpse of the sizable balls that hung loosely beneath his manhood’s base.

As if enchanted by some unknown magic, Summer slowly brought one set of slender fingers upward to silently slip into Rainier’s boxers.  A gentle shift carefully extracted one ball, then the other, from their confines to rest atop the soft fabric.  Each one had to be at least the size of a golf ball, while the both of them were covered in a thin layer of reddish hairs.  It was apparent that he at least groomed himself to some extent.  Her lips drifted open in silent shock, and slowly Summer found herself moving closer to plant a long, lascivious kiss upon the underside of her adopted father’s balls.

Her lips lingered for many long moments upon the soft, musky skin, and a soft flick of her tongue allowed her to properly taste the enticing softness.  That gesture, however, finally prompted a soft groan from the yet-sleeping Rainier.  Summer quickly drew back in fear, but the human did not stir.  Instead, the rounded head of his cock twitched, and at its tip a small, barely visible drop of transparent precum pooled.

She simply couldn’t ignore it.

Before her brain could catch up to her body, Summer’s tongue flicked out to swipe up that curious droplet.  Her sense of taste was suddenly overwhelmed by a mixture of saltiness and tanginess, ultimately culminating into a… remarkably wonderful taste.

A second groan left Rainier, and this time his bulky body uprighted itself a bit on the couch.  One of his hands subconsciously shifted to loosely grasp the base of his own erection, but he didn’t seem to move any further beyond that.

That poor man, Summer’s fireweed-addled brain slowly thought.  I must be torturing him.  Her glowing eyes blinked slowly before sliding shut.  Her soft lips opened wide, and without warning she engulfed his cockhead and clamped down tight just below the fringe of his mushroom tip.  The taste that had met her tongue before intensified tenfold, and the blood elf’s body couldn’t help but quiver just a bit as her tongue began to trace over every contour of her adoptive father’s manhood.

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“That’s it, right there,” Rainier rumbled quietly as he gazed down at the tauren woman before him.  Her sparkling eyes looked right back into his own as her head bobbed succulently back and forth along his thickness.  Both of his weathered hands reached out to gently grasp her horns before pulling her slowly onto him, bringing her deeper and deeper until her parted lips kissed his hips.  “Baby… I can’t…!”

The tauren did not break their gaze and simply nodded, almost smiling as she seemed to pull even more firmly upon his length with her lips.  Her honeyed voice let out a soft squeak of delight, and everything about her body language begged him for his sweet release.

Rainier’s breathing shallowed, and his grip slipped into her mane to hold her close, ready to draw back should she tap.  His eyes began to close as he felt his powerful climax begin to swell.  His body tensed, he bit his lip…

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… and his eyes opened, ripping him from his dream, to see Summer swallowing his cock whole.  “Sum-” was all he could get out before he could fight his urge no further.  One hand gripped the couch while the other helplessly squeezed a handful of her beautiful hair.  With a deep, husky groan his hips arched off the couch, and a startling eruption of his thick, sticky cum shot itself straight into the blood elf’s mouth.

Summer couldn’t hold back a moan of her own as she almost immediately swallowed her adoptive father’s seed.  A deep crimson flooded her cheeks, feeling almost spellbound by the wonderful, concentrated smell and taste of Rainier.  Through her haze of lust, fireweed, and curiosity, Summer was instantly certain things would never be the same between them.  She couldn’t physically pull her lips away as she worked to swallow each and every subsequent burst of his cum, even though she was certain she could easily retreat despite her father’s hand in her hair.  Even his normally-gentle touch, feeling much firmer and more desperate in the throes of his semi-conscious climax, shot fervent flames of warm pleasure through her own body.

Rainier’s mouth hung open with his head thrown back as he weathered one of the most powerful climaxes of his life.  Sex dreams were not uncommon to him, but they had never been this pleasant before.  His muscular body twitched and spasmed with each eruption, and when it was all said and done he slumped himself back into the couch, utterly spent.  His brain had seemingly gone into stasis throughout the wonderful orgasm, and it was slow to reboot as his eyes slid open and his head tilted forward to look back down again.  Summer was still tucked tightly into his lap, and it wasn’t until she started to pull back did Rainier fully register what had just happened.  Her lips drew completely off of his slicked cock for her glowing green eyes to peer up at him in the darkness, and in that moment the parental side of him saw… rage.  “SUMMER!” he suddenly rumbled with the ferocity of an agitated lion.  “ROOM!  NOW, YOUNG LADY!”

The blood elf’s reaction was about a half a second delayed, but she knew she was in hot water the moment she registered his tone.  Summer squeaked in surprise as she clumsily rolled herself right over the edge of the couch, struggled to scramble to her feet while mid-crawl, and bolted up the stairs toward her room without looking back, bumping into one wall, then the other like a pinball.

“WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS IN THE MORNING!” Rainier shouted up the stairs, his throbbing manhood still dangling out of his boxers as he stood with one foot on the first step.  His cry was shortly followed by the slam of Summer’s door, followed by silence once more.  The agitated human let out a fierce rumble as he turned away and began to pace, his mind overwhelmed with mixed and conflicted emotions as he began to try and fully understand what the fuck had just happened.

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Up in her room, Summer had flung herself onto her bed, and there she laid with her chest heaving in shock and excitement.  Had she really just done that?  She could still taste him vividly upon her tongue, and a gentle dip of her fingers into her denim shorts found them almost soaked through with her own nectar.  Her long, keen ears could still hear her father pacing and grumbling all the way downstairs, but she knew he couldn’t hear her back.  Before Summer had realized it, two of her fingers were knuckle-deep in her own folds, while her fireweed-addled thoughts focused solely upon the powerful human male that was her adoptive father.

A cascade of fantasy images flooded her mind with overwhelming force.  Thoughts of her beloved Rainier bending her over and ravishing her with reckless abandon, of him binding her and using her as they both desired, of him falling asleep in her bed at night as his cum leaked from between her legs.  In Summer’s intense excitement, less than a minute had passed before her back suddenly arched sharply off her bed, and a gut-wrenching climax tore through every fiber of her being.  The blood elf had to forcibly clap her free hand over her mouth to keep from screaming in intense delight, unconcerned with the potential repercussions that were surely coming at sunrise.

Wave after wave of lustful delight washed over her toned body.  Her climax lasted for several wonderful, heavenly moments, and once she finally collapsed she desperately tugged and freed herself of her poorly-fitted clothing.  A shaky, happy sigh of relief fled from her lips as she sunk into her pillowy bed, naked and clinging to her thickest pillow like she might cling to a lover.  The padded fabric rubbed firmly against her sensitive nethers, but Summer didn’t care.  Only more intense euphoria awaited her as she pulled her comforter up and over her head.

Any inhibition had fled from her mind and body alike.  Her hips rocked back and forth against her pillow as her mind was flooded with a string of more and more taboo thoughts.  Thoughts of her adoptive father clinging to her as he plunged his cock deep into her asshole, of being bound, gagged, and strung upside down for Rainier to use as he pleased, and even of bonding with him for life at the altar of the Cathedral of Light excited her beyond her comprehension.  Had these thoughts always been in the dark corners of her mind?  She loved her father dearly, sure, but he was still the man who raised her, was he not?  Still, he wasn’t related to her by blood, she figured, and that thought seemed to fan these familial flames to their peak for the second time.

Summer squeezed her eyes shut as her entire body began to convulse and quake once again, eagerly submitting to the wonderfully vicious climax that took her with reckless abandon.  Spurts of her nectar drenched her beloved pillow, but the warrior simply couldn’t let go.  Her lips even opened just a bit as she dared to whisper, “Rainier… Daddy…!” to herself alone, which in turn sent another wave of warmth over her toned frame.  That second climax and powerful warmth seemed to finally bring some relaxation to Summer’s tense figure, and mere moments later her gentle afterglow lulled her into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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It wasn’t until late in the morning when Summer finally awoke, and an almost instantaneous sense of dread hovered over her as she climbed out of bed and pulled on an oversized shirt and shorts.  Everything from the night before came rushing back to her in the blink of an eye.  She figured she could handle talking her way out of trouble with the party incident, but what happened on the couch….

Summer hesitated as she reached for her door, and she realized her slender fingers were trembling.  The blood elf puffed out her chest with a deep inhale, then slowly pulled her door open to peer out into the hall.  Her father’s bedroom door was still closed, but he often kept his room locked and well-secured anyway.  Gentle movements could be heard from downstairs in their modest apartment, and while the temptation of locking herself in her room for the next few decades didn’t sound so bad, she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever.  Her steps were gentle and meek as she trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen to find breakfast waiting for her… another bad sign, as Rainier’s cooking was terrible.  The large man’s back faced her as he continued to cook his own breakfast, and he didn’t seem to notice her approach until Summer quietly chirped, “Morning, daddy.”

“Mornin’,” he returned without skipping a beat.  “Get it while it’s hot.”

The young warrior felt fire burn her cheeks from within, and she couldn’t help but stare at him as she took her seat.  Rainier often didn’t wear shirts in the mornings -or ever if he wasn’t leaving the house- and a fresh pair of tartan-patterned boxers were on their usual display.  This was a sight she was keenly familiar with, but something about looking up and down his chiseled back hit her in a very different way now.  “Th-thanks,” she stuttered softly and began to poke at her eggs meekly with a fork.

Rainier kept quiet as he swung around and slid his own eggs onto his plate.  A few moments of shuffling allowed him to wrap up his cooking station before he took a seat across from Summer, but instead of touching his eggs, his icy gaze tried to lock straight onto hers.  “I take it you slept well,” he stated more than asked.

“Mhmm,” Summer muttered, her glowing green eyes flitting this way and that to avoid eye contact.

“Summer,” he said evenly, his tone devoid of emotion.  “Look at me.”

Her eyes turned up to reluctantly meet her father’s fierce gaze, and she instantly felt herself shrink a few sizes in her seat.

Rainier did not back down.  “I told you last night we need to talk.  I have some questions that need answering.”

“Yes s-sir,” she replied more formally.  She had grown up addressing him that way during her training, but in recent years he’d insisted that she relax her terms when they were at home, which she’d taken quite a liking to.

Both of his elbows came to rest on the table as he laced his fingers together, obscuring his stubble-laden mouth with his hands.  “To start with, I called my brother this morning, and he confirmed what we had talked about last night.  Ms. Larford told me what time you entered the building, too, so there is no question that what happened last night did in fact happen.  So, first of all, I need you to tell me why.”

Summer’s eyes went wide as she shrank yet another size in her chair.  “I-I-I… I don’t know, sir.”

“Bullshit,” Rainier countered immediately.  “Fireweed clouds the mind, but it doesn’t make people elect to do things against their will, and I believe I was asleep for the bulk of it,” he remarked a bit more boldly.  “Try again.  Tell me why you did what you did.”

“Y-you… you just said why, sir,” she dared to return.

“And I need to hear you say it clearly, Summer,” he shot back much more sharply.  “You know we don’t bury things in this household.  We talk about them and deal with them, then carry on.  We can’t do that without cooperating.”

Summer inhaled shakily as she looked her father in the eye and eked out, “I… I sucked on your penis because I w-wanted to, sir!”

Dead silence settled in between father and daughter for a long, tense moment.  Neither one of them broke their locked gaze.  Summer visibly trembled as she watched her father for any sign of a reaction.  Then finally, after what felt like an eternity, the burly man… snickered.  “Did you have to choose that word of all the colorful terms for it?”

A small wave of relief washed over Summer, and in a rush of emotion she, too, began to giggle along with him.  “S-sorry!  I… I wasn’t thinking!” she eked out between giggles.

Rainier’s chuckles intensified a bit as he dropped his hands, revealing an ever-so-slight smile.  “Be that as it may, you really should not have done that.  Sucking dick, or anything sex-wise, should have consent from both parties.  I thought I taught you that.”

Summer’s giggles stopped immediately despite the gentleness in her father’s tone, and her long ears visibly drooped as her cheeks burned with remorse.  “I am so, so sorry, sir,” she chirped, her gaze dropping hard to the table.  “I know it was wrong….”

“But it was something you wanted,” he added, almost as if to clarify her motives.

She nodded without hesitation, but said nothing.

Rainier let out a long, deep sigh as his face turned stoic again.  “Look at me, Summer.  I’m not happy about the lack of consent, but beyond that, I… I don’t feel like I can be mad at you for the rest of it.”

Summer immediately looked back up at him in surprise.  “R-really?”

It was the human’s turn for his cheeks to show a bit of color, which was something Summer had only ever seen on a few rare occasions.  “I’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a woman now.  You can handle combat better than any warrior I’ve ever trained, and considering you’re still alive and functioning on your own as an adult now, I figure I’ve done my job.  It’s not my place to say who you take to your bed, but I only ever want the best for you, so I encourage you to play it safe.”

The blood elf felt her heart skip a beat before it began to melt, flattered by her father’s unusual outpour of genuine praise.  “Thank you, sir… Dad.”

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“That being said…” he started, then took a long, deep breath.  This was the first time ever that Summer had seen him struggle for words when talking to her  in particular.  “Beyond having to tell you that I adopted you, I have firmly stood by the idea that you are my daughter and I am your father.  Looking at things for how they are, the truth is that we do not share blood.  Even so, I intend to call you my daughter until the day I die.  I suppose what I am trying to say is….”

The gears in Summer’s head began to turn as she worked to process what her father was getting at.  “You mean… it’s… okay?”

Rainier exhaled sharply through his nose.  “I feel like I’d be a horrible father by saying that.”

“You’re not a horrible father at all,” Summer insisted as her confidence came flooding back to her.  “Dad, I love you, and I’m sorry I… violated you… but it got me thinking a lot last night-”

“You and I both,” Rainier admitted.  There was a slight quiver in his own breathing, but no matter how uncomfortable he was, his piercing blue eyes remained fixed upon her.  “Summer… I am a simple man.  I joined the militia very young, and I fought for years for the Alliance before the massacre in Shattrath.  My parents were long gone even before then.  Having a life-mate is a complicated and foreign concept to me, but taking a mate for physical relief is something we all must experience from time to time.”

It was here that Summer recalled vividly what her uncle had said the night before, and her lips began to move before her mind could hold it back.  “You… you still have mates?”

“Every so often,” Rainier admitted honestly.  “Never when you’ve been in the house.  I didn’t think it was my daughter’s business to know, nor have I intended to settle down.  Everyone has needs.”

One of Summer’s long eyebrows raised higher than the other as she scrutinized him.  “Who?”

“What?”

“Who do you bring back?” she added, a small smile crossing her soft lips.

Rainier furrowed his brow at this.  “And how is that  your business?”

“I’m just curious,” she admitted, but didn’t back down.  “We’re talking like adults, not family, right?”

“So it would appear,” he returned and shifted a bit more uncomfortably in his seat, but did not elaborate.

Summer’s mind continued to reel with an excited curiosity.  “Ms. Johannson?”

Rainier leaned back in his seat and crossed his muscular arms defensively over his chest.  “A few times, yes.”

Her head tilted sideways.  “Ms. Portage?”

The elder warrior scoffed.  “No.  Not my type.”

Summer leaned forward in her seat.  “And what about Ms. Larford?”

This one made Rainier flush much more.  “Yes.”  The landlady was roughly his age anyway, and she was perhaps friendliest to him compared to most of the tenants in the building.  Many of the men couldn’t stand being around the intense warrior for very long, and while Rainier would never admit it, Summer knew he could be quite the ladies’ man when he wanted to be.

Her triumphant discovery of her father’s personal life made Summer swell with giddy glee, and she felt she simply had to ask, “Was she your ‘friend’ who stopped by yesterday?”

Rainier was not accustomed to being put into an uncomfortable position, and while there wasn’t anything really wrong about being honest with his daughter, the warrior was struggling more with the realization that Summer was more an adult than his little girl now.  “Yes.  She left a few minutes before you got home last night.”

“I see,” Summer added, her body significantly more relaxed in her seat.  “So… what would happen if I… you know… just… asked you?”

Rainier hesitated to bite on this question, his stoic form wavering just a bit.  “Asked me what?”

“If you wanted to fuck me,” she stated much more boldly than Rainier had expected.

“Language!” he chided immediately.

Summer scoffed at this.  “Dad, you say much worse on a regular basis, and we’re not in public.”

“Be that as it may-”

“You’re avoiding the question,” she countered, this time standing up sharply from her seat.  With their height difference, this was the only instance where Summer was taller than her father, and only by the last inch of her long, pointed ears.  “What would you say if I asked you that?”

Rainier sighed softly.  “I… would consider it,” he admitted helplessly.  He couldn’t lie to his daughter any more than she could to him.  “You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Summer.  I can’t deny that.”

Part of her had expected his answer, but still she clearly reeled at the blunt nature of his response.  “R-really?”

The elder warrior’s gaze hardened.  “Something like what you’re suggesting would require a great deal of trust and understanding.  I trust you with my life, and I would hope you’d do me the same courtesy.”

“Meaning…?” Summer pried a bit more hesitantly.

“Meaning we make sure to keep things to ourselves at all costs, and we talk  when we have issues or… needs.  If someone finds out who doesn’t like it, the guard will be knocking at our door, and I don’t have near enough sway to get them off our backs for something like this.”

Summer struggled hard not to let a well of giddy glee show.  The blood elf had appeared, for all intents and purposes, relatively normal and vanilla-ish even to her close friends.  Last night, however, something had most certainly awakened inside her upon hearing of her father’s love life, and that passion seemed to be swallowing her more and more by the moment.  The series of fantasies she’d had the night before came rushing back all at once, but the only outward sign of it was the crimson that burned hot in her pink cheeks.  A new one, however, surprised even herself as she imagined what it might look like for Rainier to have the tidy Ms. Larford bent over the very kitchen table she sat at.  “And what about your lady friends?”

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This caught Rainier off guard.  “What about them?”

“Well… I guess I just wanna make sure that if we… you know… that you don’t, like, leave them hanging or anything.”

Rainier kept quiet for a few moments as he calculated his response carefully.  “I… hadn’t gotten that far yet.”  It seemed as if he was approaching this new scenario like any good battle strategist would.  Indeed, it would be suspicious for him to suddenly get quiet in regard to several women he regularly spent time with, and while he had agreed with one and all that relationships weren’t his thing, he didn’t have the heart to let them down as if they weren’t important.  Summer was everything to him, and he might be cold, but he wasn’t cruel.

Summer swallowed hard.  “Well… I don’t have a problem with them.”

This visibly shook Rainier.  “No?”

The blood elf’s cheeks burned red hot as she bit her lip and shook her head furiously.  “Nope.  If it makes things less awkward, just… keep doing your thing, Dad.”  A brief hesitation followed, then without warning she dared to add, “Under one condition.”

It was apparent that this was one of Rainier’s bigger concerns.  His muscular form tensed up.  “Summer, as your father, I’d better make it clear that this isn’t something to be bargained for, or a game to be played.  You’re still my daughter.  I treat you with love and respect, not bargains, and you still live by my rules under my roof.  If something this… taboo is going to cause problems, I want no part of it.”

“No no no,” Summer backpedaled immediately.  Any poker face she had was replaced with sudden fear, and it made it all the more apparent how badly she wanted him.  “I’m sorry Dad, really, that wasn’t what I meant, I swear.”

Rainier relaxed a bit at this.  “Then tell me what you meant.”

Summer breathed a slight sigh of relief.  “Well… I guess I just kinda… I dunno… wanted to… *mumble*.”  The words were having a much harder time reaching her lips than she’d anticipated.  “Wanted to… watch.”

It was Rainier’s turn to look truly shocked.  “You want to watch me-”

“-Fuck other women, yes,” she finished for him, sparing him any awkwardness.

“Lang-” he started, then sighed and simply shook his head.  “Why?  I had no idea this side of my Summer existed,” he added suddenly.  “And why now?”

The spotlight was back on Summer, and in an effort to muster all of her courage, the blood elf breathed deep and straightened her posture before replying.  “I… I don’t really know, Dad.  For, like, the last few years my head’s been going… crazy.  I used to catch myself staring at boys a lot, but the second they tried anything I either lashed out or walked away.  I knew I wasn’t really supposed to do that stuff too young, and I know there’s just as much risk with a human as there is with another elf.  Being of age now… I don’t even like any of the boys I stare at, and I know they only ever put on the front of liking me to try and get my armor off.  They’re all  like that, except for you.”  Summer was visibly trembling, but a squeeze of her fist helped her steel her nerves.  “You’re the only man I can confidently say I love.  I’ve done nothing but take from you since I was tiny, and now I’m asking you for something that’s really hard to fathom.  And you have every right to say no, but… I can’t lie to you or to myself that there’s more than just familial love there.  Last night… Rowan told me you had a date, and I know part of me wanted to come home to see if I could catch you guys in the act (and of course not get caught by the guard after the party fiasco).  When I laid down in your lap, I was as happy as I always am with you on the couch.  When I woke up, I… the curiosity just took over me.  I couldn’t stop myself….”

Rainier let out a soft sigh, and his hardened expression softened considerably.  The fierce warrior who had sat down, stood up as a tender father, and it only took him a few steps before his burly arms were wrapped around his adopted daughter from behind.  “Shhhhhh,” he muttered and gave her a wonderfully firm bear hug.  “As much as I am a believer that, even stoned, one is in relative control of their actions, even I have done uncharacteristic things while higher than Deathwing.  That being said, I promise I’m not mad about it.  I understand where you’re coming from, and… from now on, things are gonna be a little different.”

Summer’s eyes had begun to water with tears before her father embraced her, and in an instant the well-toned blood elf warrior had melted like putty in his arms.  Indeed, he was also the only man she ever dared to let her guard down around.  “R-really?  *sniff*  How?”

“For starters, I will do my best to keep you updated when… when I have a lady friend coming over,” he admitted somewhat begrudgingly.  “You’ve been out of the house so much lately that I haven’t had to hide it much, but I won’t hide it at all any more.  If you really wanna watch… well, you’re on your own with that one.  Probably gonna have to get creative around here to find hiding spots.”

Summer’s entire face burned hot, and all she could muster was a soft nod that caused her long ears to bounce just a bit.

“As for us… I don’t really know how to go about something like this,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly.  “I don’t feel comfortable approaching you for ‘it’, but-”

“But you can, dad,” she tried to assure him with a nervous smile.  “I won’t mind if you ask.”

Rainier exhaled sharply through his nose.  “Maybe so, but-”

“And I’ll ask, too.  It’s as simple as that, right?  And we can always say no, too.”

His eyes closed tight for a moment, but when they opened an amused smile creased his stubble-ridden face.  “You make it sound simpler than it is.  You can’t see yourself the way I see you… which is a shame ‘cause you’re much prettier than you give yourself credit for.”

“Daddy…” she murmured and squirmed softly in her father’s embrace, smiling all the while.  “Don’t change the subject.  Flattery won’t get you into these pants.”

Rainier couldn’t help but chuckle at this and squeeze his daughter tighter than ever.

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Despite their intense conversation that morning, Rainier and Summer’s day passed as most lazy Sundays did.  Summer finished her breakfast and retreated to her room, while Rainier took his time tidying the small apartment and catching up on some of the local military news.  As normal as their activities may have seemed, the both of them were working through their respective struggles quietly… or, mostly quietly.

By the time two o’clock had rolled around, Summer was on her third climax in her room, and it was a vicious struggle not to moan out her adoptive father’s name as she reached her peak.  Her sheets had become a sopping mess, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she needed to take her turn at the communal washtub.

Rainier, on the other hand, was fighting a much more internal battle.  The image of waking to Summer’s lips wrapped around his cock had been burned helplessly into his mind, and while he was making his way around the apartment (with his pesky erection making it difficult to walk), he was struggling not to give into the urge to relieve himself.  Relief had come from their morning chat, but at the same time he wasn’t quite sure about giving in to that urge just yet.  Summer was still his adopted daughter, after all.

As the afternoon turned warmer, Rainier pried open the living room window and plopped himself back on the couch to watch his GV.  One of the more popular sports to air involved two teams of gnomes in a race to the furthest point of the Eastern Kingdoms, which proved much more interesting when the engineers began to get creative and start zapping other contestants.  Still, it wasn’t much to watch, and Rainier quickly found his mind wandering back to that horribly intrusive thought.  His head jerked to and fro to ensure he was alone, then slowly began to reach for his covered erection.

“Whatcha watchin’?” rang out just before his hand touched down.  For once, Summer had successfully snuck up on him, and in naught but a knee-length t-shirt she took a casual seat on the couch next to him.  Naturally, her glowing green eyes turned downward several times to glance at his erection with a small smile across her soft lips.

Rainier’s posture straightened immediately as he stared back at a pair of gnomes triggering a land mine.  “Nothing much,” he grunted.  “Cutthroat Chase.”

“Can I watch?” she added, but didn’t wait for him to respond before she was pressed tightly to his left flank.  One of her long ears briefly grazed her father’s cheek as she tilted her head to rest against his shoulder.  Her new pose allowed hier to subtly stare at his manhood while acting like she was watching GV.  “Meh, they really shoulda kept the goblin teams from last season.”

If the seasoned warrior had had any chance to calm his erection, that chance was now long gone.  His underpants weren’t nearly thick enough to grant him any modesty, and Summer’s new pose had caused the neck of her stretched-out shirt (which may have even been one of Rainier’s once upon a time) to drift forward, giving him a teasing glimpse of her chest.  Of course there was no brassiere, but his angle was only good enough to see her deep, tantalizing cleavage.  “Mmh,” was his only response.

Summer wasn’t naturally the most well-endowed female, but she had just enough that she was forced to bind her chest during most of her training.  Her discovery of the tank-ini had removed that requirement, however, and ever since then Summer had grown to despise undergarments entirely.  Warm, lazy days like these were her favorite, but this was the first time she’d ever even considered that her father might be peeking at her body… and that thought only forced her to squeeze her thighs together even tighter.  “Phew, scorcher today, huh?” she added and tugged at the neck of her shirt even more.

Her single finger had pulled the fabric out so far that Rainier could see from her neck all the way down to her belly.  Rainier had never noticed how… perfectly round her breasts were, each topped with a small, puffy nipple a few shades pinker than her skin.  Beyond them, Summer’s veritable washboard abdomen clenched just a bit with her sigh, but her squeezed thighs kept the rest of her treasure out of sight.  “Indeed,” Rainier rumbled and cleared his throat.  “Need a fan?”

“Would you, Daddy?” Summer added excitedly and put the sweetest lilt she could in her voice.  Her moniker of choice had been abandoned when she was roughly eight or nine, but deep inside she found it much more fitting for their current… relationship status.

Rainier happily got up off the couch and disappeared further into the apartment, returning moments later with a downsized airship propeller attached to a small motor on a stand.  A few clicks later and the fan whirred to life to send cooler, moving air across the sofa.  “Better?” he asked before taking a seat, and it was then that Summer realized he’d abandoned his shirt when he’d gotten up.

Summer’s eyes began to drift helplessly over her adoptive father’s impressive torso.  This wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless by any means, but now it was taking a great deal of her willpower not to fling herself upon him.  His chest was exceptionally broad for a human, and like herself, Rainier’s training had kept his chiseled muscles in relatively good shape.  A thin pelt of slightly silvery hairs fanned out between both of his pecs like a set of crudely drawn wings before shooting straight downward in a clear treasure trail to his waist and beyond.  His abdomen wasn’t quite as chiseled as Summer’s after his years of retirement, instead sporting a relatively small, soft-looking gut with its own smattering of hairs.  “S… sorta,” Summer was able to eke out after what felt like an eternity of staring.

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Rainier could see his adopted daughter’s excitement as plain as day.  For a fleeting moment he hesitated, replaying their previous conversation over in his mind.  Was this really how Summer felt?  Did he feel the same way?  Could she be who he’d been searching for all along?  He, too, had fallen into a semi-conscious reverie that forced him to physically shake his head to break it… only to realize that Summer had outright climbed into his lap during his mental absence.  “Summer…?”

The blood elf’s cheeks burned red hot.  Was this a fever dream?  Summer had boldly straddled her father’s waist and let her back come to rest against his chest, leaving his covered erection nestled neatly between her bare, muscular legs.  “Better…” she gasped softly and gave his manhood a tender squeeze with her thighs, boldly watching as a dark spot began to form at its apex.  “The couch was hurting my butt, Daddy….”

It was then that Rainier realized that Summer had hiked up her long shirt when she’d taken her new seat, and her completely naked rump was now nestled firmly into his lap.  It wasn’t even her words that had clued him in, rather it was the distinct feeling of added wetness that was soaking into his boxers from her exposed nethers.  Her controlled squeeze sent shocks of strange pleasure up and down Rainier’s spine, causing him to shift just a little beneath her.  Her weight was almost nothing to him on his lap, and the top of her head just barely grazed the underside of his chin from her new perch.  “Doesn’t sound better,” Rainier rumbled as he finally dared to wrap his arms around her and place his palms coolly upon her bare thighs.

“It is,” she assured him with a slight quiver in her voice.  Summer hardly even registered it, but soon she began to rock her backside back and forth ever-so-gently atop Rainier’s lap.  “Just… not the best.”

“Mmh,” he grunted again as one hand slid itself further up her left thigh.  “And what would be the ‘best’?” he added as one thick finger slipped its way past the fringe of her shirt to press itself firmly into her hidden treasure.

That small press caused Summer to inhale with a sharp squeak of shock. By the Light, he’s getting into it…!  she thought, prompting her to squeeze his manhood a second time.  His free hand, however, had subtly reached for his own boxers, and that second squeeze clamped down around bare flesh, not fabric.  Her gaze almost instantly locked upon her father’s exposed cock, just as she had the night before, and she couldn’t look away as she squeezed it for the third time.  That third squeeze finally drew a soft groan from Rainier, and a pool of thick precum was squeezed upward to trickle down the backside of his length.  “Well… maybe if you just-”

Summer’s shifting stopped as Rainier squeezed both of her thighs with his hands.  Her head tilted upward to meet his steely, serious gaze.  “Think, Summer,” he rumbled and let go of her right thigh to reach over to the side table next to the couch.  Rainier yanked open the drawer and plunged his hand toward the back, returning with a condom in his palm.

Summer’s flush felt as if it were spreading beyond her cheeks as she meekly took the condom from her father’s hand.  “Y-yes, Daddy,” she squeaked out and promptly unwrapped the contraceptive.  Her hands visibly shook as she carefully spread it over the head of her father’s tool, then delicately unrolled the latex down his length to form-fit every curve and vein of that fascinating appendage.  Just a little bubble was left at the tip, and all in all she did well in putting it on him correctly.

As if led by instinct, Rainier leaned forward to gently kiss the back of his daughter’s head, while simultaneously taking a deep inhale of the scent of her blood red hair.  “Good girl.”

The blood elf’s thighs clenched together reflexively at her father’s unexpected praise, and that heated flush continued to spread down to her chest.  She felt almost breathless as she squeezed him again, her head tipping back further to stare up at him once more, her mouth hanging open just a little bit.  “Yes… more of that, Daddy….”

Rainier couldn’t hide a sly smile as his hulking form shifted beneath the elf, his hips pressing his tool upward between her thighs, then back down, then up again in gentle, rhythmic fashion.  “Is that right?” he added, his voice almost a whisper.  “I thought my proud daughter would balk at the word… but it seems she likes being daddy’s good girl, huh?”  Rainier’s inhibitions were fading rapidly as he taunted Summer, while another upward thrust pushed his rubbered cockhead tantalizingly against the outer folds of her nethers.

Summer almost couldn’t believe herself either.  That taboo warmth that coursed through her veins was like nothing else she’d ever felt before, and she instantly knew that she’d become as addicted to it as her ancestors had with their mana.  Her mouth dropped open as she let out an exceptionally lewd moan, followed by a vigorous nod.  “Yes… yesssssir, Daddy…!”  Her gaze locked sharply upon her father’s bobbing cock, and without warning she lifted up just a bit, then brought all her weight down right as his cockhead touched her nethers again.  Her eyes went wide as she felt him push fiercely against her entrance, and for a long moment time seemed to freeze.

Then a soft, slicked pop came as the first few inches of his length rushed up into her virgin quim.

Summer’s head flung back uncontrollably as her body began to shake.  Her mouth opened wide as a much, much louder moan fled from the depths of her throat… only to be suddenly silenced by her father’s hand clapping over her mouth.  “Shhh!” Rainier grunted softly.  “Neighbors might hear…!”  The seasoned warrior had not necessarily wanted for physical pleasure over the years, but there was no denying that Summer was something entirely different.  Rarely did Rainier invite company that was so much drastically younger than he was, not to mention this was the first time he’d ever been given a female’s virginity.  The intensity of the experience only got heavier the longer it went on, and the reminder that he was now fucking his own adopted daughter was running through his mind on repeat.  Despite only being a few inches in, Rainier could feel Summer’s body grip him with all her might between her full-body quakes and quivers.

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The blood elf had not expected Rainier’s iron grip to clap over her mouth, though her eyes certainly would have went wider if they could have.  Other females would have rightfully gotten upset at such a brazen gesture, but all it served to do for Summer was fan her lustful flames beyond their confines.  Her full-body shaking intensified twofold, and another series of now-muffled moans rumbled against Rainier’s hand.  Her body slid back tight against his chest, and her feet came off the floor, but she didn’t have nearly enough control over her body to find proper footing again.  Her tight quim spasmed and clung to Rainier’s cock for dear life, and at the apex of her first climax with him, her nethers erupted with her nectar, dousing Rainier’s boxers with several squirts in rapid succession.

This was certainly a first for Rainier, but the warrior couldn’t deny how good it felt to watch his daughter cum around his cock so flagrantly.  He could feel every pulse of her body through her clinging quim, and amid her squirts, Rainier saw his opportunity.  A faint grin crossed his face as one hand suddenly touched down against her covered abdomen, then slid straight down to press his weathered thumb squarely against her clit.

“MMMMMMPGHFHFHMMMMMMMM!” was all Summer could eke out as her spasming intensified.  Her arms went limp briefly as white hot pleasure overloaded her every sense.  She could hardly even think as Rainier skillfully rubbed back and forth over her most sensitive spot in rapid, calculated swipes.  Another powerful squirt of climactic pleasure shot from her nethers almost halfway across the room (no chinese fighting fish there, thankfully) before a veritable waterfall of her love nectar began to rain down and thoroughly drench her loving father from the waist down.  This twitching felt as if it lasted for an eternity, but only a few short moments passed before the blood elf’s body went completely limp against her father’s chest, utterly spent.

Rainier’s smirk melted into a look of concern as he drew his hand away from her mouth.  “Summer?  You alright?”

“Mmmmmmmmmm…” slipped from her lips.  Her glowing green eyes rolled back to consciousness as she looked up at him, unfocused, but with a lewd smile upon her face.  Her head tipped up just a bit in a weak nod before slumping back against his hair-covered chest.

The elder warrior chuckled softly and decidedly pulled his finger away from her clit, both hands instead running up and down along the sides of her sleek body.  “Good.  I was worried for a mom-”

His last word was cut off by an unexpected groan of pleasure.  Despite Summer appearing incapacitated, she had dared to push her hips forward just a bit to sink her father’s cock back into her.  She had so few faculties to work with, but with her eyes locked to his own, she was able to offer him a slight nod followed by another push of her hips.  “N-not… not until yooouuuuu….”

Summer’s heavy breathing made it difficult for her to talk, and despite her earth-shattering climax she still seemed determined not to leave her father hanging.  Rainier had to stifle a groan of his own as he watched Summer sink herself back down onto his length, and this time she didn’t stop until her toned rump was pressed tight to his lap.  There was no pain or discomfort on her face, and her quim continued to rhythmically squeeze along his entire length now that she had him completely.  “You… sure…?” Rainier added, both hands moving this time to her waist, then a bit more gruffly up beneath her shirt to find their happy home atop both of her pert breasts.

The blood elf’s body continued to quiver, but there was no sign whatsoever of unpleasantness in her demeanor.  “Do it, Daddy…” she whispered, followed by a lustful, husky moan.  “I wanna… wanna feel you cum…!”

Rainier’s body was just as aflame with lust as his daughter’s was.  He gritted his teeth as his grip tightened upon Summer’s breasts, and without so much as a grunt he pulled the lithe elf upward until only his cockhead remained inside her.  This gave Summer a brief moment to find her footing on the couch again, and the moment she did, Rainier’s hips rocked upwards, plunging his full length deep inside her once again.

Summer almost literally saw stars as her father drew back and thrusted up into her again, quickly falling into a rapid series of feverish thrusts.  She didn’t feel even a wisp of pain as covered as his rubber-coated length was with her nectar, and each plunge appeared to produce even more, smaller spurts of her nectar in swift succession.  She was powerless to stop him, but Summer trusted her adoptive father with her life, and she knew he’d freeze if she asked it of him.  In that moment, however, stopping would have likely sent the young warrior into a berserker’s frenzy.  Her arms shook as she tried to cling to him, but there was no hope fighting the intense pleasure that gripped her toned body.  She was his to use, just the way she wanted it to be.

Rainier clenched his teeth as every ounce of his lustful energy went into testing his adoptive daughter’s limits.  Indeed he was ready to freeze if she asked, but the human only grew more smitten with each passing moment she endured his frenzied onslaught of thrusts.  He quickly felt confident in his choice to wear protection the moment he felt that heavenly tightness grip his swinging balls, certain he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if he’d wanted to.  “Summer… Sum-!” He whispered into one of her pointed ears.

A trilling, unintelligible moan was her only response, her third climax tearing through her with the very last thrust deep inside of her.  She could only twitch and moan into his strong hand as she felt his cock pulse against her gripping walls, and she could only imagine the look of his condom as its tip filled with his spent cum.

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In the span of a few moments, it was over.  Rainier collapsed beneath her, nearly dropping his daughter, but Summer regained just enough motor functions to catch herself.  She carefully crouched on the couch and leaned herself forward to look between her own legs.  Just seeing  her adoptive father fully buried inside her was breathtaking, and she could hardly breathe at all as she gradually lifted herself up off of him.  Her eyes never left the rubber-laden length, marveling when it bounced freely away from within her.  His cock looked even bigger than she thought, and she audibly gasped at the bulging tip of his prophylactic, sloshing to and fro, filled with liquid gold.  “Daddy….”

Rainier struggled to remain conscious among the crashing waves of pleasure.  His eyes opened just enough to watch Summer clamber shakily off him, angle his cock away with one hand, then slowly pull his condom off with the other.  His bulb of spent cum went pouring down his length like a white volcano, then without a word Summer opened wide and swallowed the entirety of his tool.

Rainier’s entire body flinched.  “S-sensitive!  Ea-sy!” He was able to eke out.

Summer simply let out a muffled giggle, looking up at him coyly and daring to slip her tongue out to tease his balls for a brief moment.  Once satisfied she’d lapped up and gulped down every drop of his cum, the blood elf drew her head back, smacking her lips proudly.

”How… how did you do that?” Rainier gasped.

The naked elf giggled and climbed back onto the couch to cuddle her fallen father, then tipped her head to one side and pointed at a small scar along the left edge of her neck.  “Remember that dickhead who caught me with a training sword when I was nine?”

“Richard?  Yeah.”

“Yeah, I haven’t had a gag reflex since then.”

”You’re serious?”

”Yep,” Summer appeared to boast.  “Could hardly feel a thing… but I bet you  could, Daddy.”

Rainier’s cock visibly twitched every time she called him that, but the elder warrior didn’t acknowledge it while one burly arm pulled her much closer to him.  “Just know, sweetie… I love you first and foremost.”

”I love you too, Daddy,” she cooed and affectionately nuzzled his bearded cheek.  “I always feel safe with you.”

Rainier offered her a somewhat nervous smile.  “Forgive me if I overstepped, Summer.  I know I said some rather vulgar things.”

Summer scoffed.  “What?  Like what?”

His mouth drew into a thin line.  “Must I say them again?”

The elf smirked.  “Maybe I liked ‘em.”

”I just don’t want you thinking-“

Summer suddenly silenced her adoptive father with a passion-filled kiss, and one of her hands absently drifted down to give his softening cock a squeeze as she did so.  When their lips parted, she added calmly, “I know you’re worried, Daddy.  It’s your job to worry, even though I don’t want you to worry.  I… I loved every word .  Do you know how many douchebags during training think they can one-up me, as if I’m some weakling?”

This caught Rainier off guard.  “Are there so many?”

” All of them!  It’s so stupid!  Then when they’re supposed to put their sword where their mouth is, they never hold up.  And I mean, I know I’m not the best , but I take pride in my abilities!”

”I’m well-aware,” Rainier assured her and dared to give her modest backside a squeeze.

Summer’s blush was still covering all of her freckled face, and the squeeze sent it over her similarly-dotted shoulders.  “I guess what I’m saying is… the only one who isn’t a jackass is you, Daddy, and you’re the only guy who I can’t beat, you know?  And like… it’s kind of exciting.  You’ve always been kinda curt and all, sure, but seeing you just take charge  of me when you’re normally so gentle… hearing you praise me and telling me what to do, it… hammmnh.”  Her last word was punctuated by a shiver that ran up her spine.

The elder warrior’s mind worked hard to process his adopted daughter’s words.  Commanding lesser officers was second nature to him, and while he never treated anyone as lesser, it sounded as if Summer wanted that treatment, in a way.  Summer was clearly getting more nervous the longer he remained quiet, then suddenly he barked, “Water.  One for each of us.”

The blood elf audibly moaned as she immediately hopped off the couch and bolted into the small kitchen.  Moments later, she returned, smiling and holding a glass of ice water in each hand, cheekily covering her puffy nipples in the process.  The cool glass occasionally grazed them as well, causing them to harden before she offered him one, “Anything for you, Daddy.”

Rainier took the glass, his cock twitching yet again as he got a full, good look of her naked body as she stood there.  “Thank you.  Good girl,” he praised her and dared to give her hair a gentle tousling.

Summer moaned yet again, but one hand grasped his and drew it down to her cheek instead, then hungrily popped his thumb into her mouth to suckle upon it just a little.  “Fank you, Daddy,” she purred softly, and when he let her go she resumed her cuddled seat next to him, then took a gulp of her water in an effort to cool herself.

Rainier nodded and downed his glass in one long gulp, then squeezed his daughter even tighter.  “You won’t be my maid, but if you want structure, I can give it to you.”

The blood elf’s heart nearly leapt from her chest.  “That sounds amazing.”

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For the rest of the day, Rainier requested that Summer remain naked due to the heat, and the blood elf happily complied.  They spent a great deal of time cuddling on the couch together, occasionally touching and exploring each other, until suppertime.  Rainier didn’t even bother to dress when he got up to cook, but permitted Summer to don an apron to assist him.  Smiling and laughing together, the two of them cooked, ate, then spent the evening taking turns drinking and sharing another roll of fireweed.  By the end of the night, Summer was utterly exhausted and ended up falling asleep on Rainier’s shoulder.  Ever the presumed gentleman, Rainier scooped his naked daughter into his arms and carried her up the stairs, then laid her down in his own bed.  When he laid down next to her, Summer moaned, then reflexively curled herself around his arm as Rainier fell asleep.

When the morning alarm rang, Summer lovingly woke her father with a kiss, before she was promptly ordered to don her armor for her Monday training.  The blood elf did as she was asked without fuss or question.  Before she left, Summer lingered in the doorway, giving him a significantly more passionate kiss than any daughter would normally give her father.  Their tongues wrestled briefly, and when she turned to leave, Rainier boldly chirped, “Go get ‘em, Baby Girl,” then gave her a lightning fast spank upon her armor-plated backside.

The blood elf squealed in an effort to hide a thick moan, then quickly rushed off across the city for her training.

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Summer took a deep breath as she trotted into the training grounds, returning to her bubbly self as she greeted a number of warriors she was quite familiar with.

”Hey!  Summer!”

The blood elf turned toward the call with a smile… but it disappeared the moment she realized it was an angry-looking, fully-armored Landon marching across the grounds to address her.  “Oh fuck, what do you want?”

The human teenager glared at her, pulling out every intimidating stop he could by drawing himself up to his full height.  He was easily several inches taller than Summer.  “Retribution.”

Summer appeared unfazed as she looked him up and down stoically.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

”Of course you do,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom.

Her long eyebrows furrowed in a v-shape.  “Then say it.”

A number of coos rang out, and a gathering of warriors had formed a circle around the two.  Summer grinned, knowing that Landon wouldn’t dare say it.  She’d injured more than his junk that night, and explaining it would’ve been a confession that he’d been at the illicit beach party as well.  “Let’s talk with steel,” Landon hissed instead, clearly struggling to keep his composure.

”I’m not gonna fight you with an actual blade, Lan,” she said calmly.

”Then I will!” He roared and drew a pair of two-handed broadswords from his back.

The crowd went silent.  This sort of behavior was heavily frowned upon in training, and several of the warriors start to lunge for him… until a wide sweep of one sword caused them all to skip out of reach.

It was obvious his rage was beyond his own control.  The blood elf’s glowing green eyes turned steely.  “Fine,” was all she said, a pair of practice swords leaping off her back and into her hands in the blink of an eye.

Landon saw red, and the human cried out as he charged Summer, swinging and slashing wildly.

Summer studied him intently over those few precious seconds, then skipped out of reach of one blade’s tip.  That sword drew back, and the second went arcing after it in another sweep, giving Summer just enough time to leap off the ground and land gracefully atop the flat sword.  Landon didn’t have time to react as she ran up the broadsword, then sent her armored boot straight into his helmeted head, following with two sharp jabs down past his pauldrons to send sharp pains through his chest and shoulder.

The blood elf was back in the air before Landon registered what had happened, and when he turned in a whirlwind arc to face her, the tip of her wooden sword went straight into his already-injured face.  This allowed one of his blades to glance off of her breastplate, but she was back out of the way again before his second sword could reach her.  Reversing her momentum, Summer spun both swords and returned his roar with even greater ferocity, and she, too, saw red when she charged him and pummeled his armored body with both swords and blinding speed.

The male warrior couldn’t focus, and in an effort to push her back he haphazardly dropped both of his swords, attempting to strike her with his gauntleted fists instead.  Summer gracefully dipped below the first, but let the second catch her left shoulder.  Her body spun below the strike, absorbing very little of the force behind the punch, and lunged up beneath his arms toward her prize.

She only knew of one solid way to end this without bloodshed.

Her slender fingers slid into his armor as she began to skid between his legs, and with a fierce jerk the straps holding his codpiece on his body tore free.  Summer growled as she turned back to face him, but her own rage subsided as the circle of warriors began to laugh.  Red-and-white polka-hearted boxers were now visible for all to see, and it so happened that the slit at his groin was open, spilling a visibly-bruised hint of his injured manhood.  The blood elf angrily threw his codpiece to the ground, and Landon abandoned any idea of continuing the fight when he struggled to cover his groin and run off simultaneously.

Summer earned a great deal of praise from her peers, but the blood elf grumpily let them slide off her back.  She took no pleasure in humiliating Landon, but she’d always been taught to defend herself and not let anyone push her around.  She didn’t start that fight, but she sure finished it.