A Father's Love...a Daughter's Passion

Author's Note - This is my first attempt at a fanfic. These characters have no basis in the game itself, but are based off WoW races and such. I really appreciate constructive criticism, but hateful or rude comments are un-welcome. If you don't like the description, or the warnings, don't read the story. Simple as that. Thanks everyone for reading! I will work hard to update new chapters as often as I can.

Chapter One: New Beginnings


Drom stepped out of his cabin to greet the morning breeze...however full of dust it was. You were never free from the dust and soot when you lived in Durotar. His heavily muscled, orc chest was still glistening from the sweat that had accumulated there overnight. The heat in this area was overwhelming at times. Drom was not a young orc, but not old either. He still had youth in him, but he wasn't as immature as he had been when younger. He had loved, and lost in his lifetime, and now he was content. He walked over to his fire pit and began making a fire for his morning breakfast.

"Dad! Daaaad!"
Drom chuckled as he heard the all to familiar wailing of his daughter, Magha. She had probably fallen out of her bed again and conked her head on the stone floor...which seemed to happen at least once a week now. He jogged back over to the cabin and walked into Magha's room. As he entered, his heart skipped a beat and he gasped audibly.

"Magha! What happened you silly girl!?"
Magha sat on the floor, one hand on her blood matted, black hair. She was crying and looking quite pitiful. Drom sighed and went over to his daughter and picked her up carefully, carrying her to their make-shift bath area. He sat her down on the edge of the canoe they used to bathe in and began rummaging through the box of first aid supplies. He found some ointment and bandages and began to work on stopping the poor girls bleeding.

By the time he had her all patched up, the 12 year old had stopping crying and was hugging her daddy as tight as she could. It was only then that he noticed she hadn't even gotten as far as putting any clothes on for the day. All she had on were her undergarments. He stopped to admire her body for a moment, and sighed to himself...remembering that she was in fact already 12 years old and not such a little girl anymore. He could remember the day she was born, how happy he and his wife had been about the birth of their one and only child. He then stopped his stroll down memory lane as it came too close to the tragic accident that took Magha's mothers life all too soon.

"All right Magha, lets get you bathed and dressed, then I will fix us some breakfast. How does deer sound?"

The little girl clapped her hands and smiled, kissing her dad on the cheek.

"Deer is my favorite, Daddy!"

As Drom bathed his daughter, he became increasingly aware that he had been staring at her body more than usual. Her small breasts were beginning to plump out and her vaginal area had begin to show the signs of hair growth. Thankfully, she hadn't started her menstrual cycle yet...Drom wasn't sure -how- he was going to deal with that one. His daughter played happily in the bathtub, giggling when Drom washed under her arms and around her neck. She really was very beautiful...looked almost exactly like her mother. He was grateful for that...a girl wouldn't look very good with Drom's features.

After finishing Magha's bath, Drom toweled her off as best he could, as she was squirming and giggling and trying to get away. She was always so playful, it became difficult to get her to sit still for any amount of time. As he was drying her, his hand accidently moved across her bare, small breast. She stopped her squirming and looked at her daddy.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, daddy's hand slipped. Are you ok?"

All she did was stare at him, blinking a few times. She then smiled and said, "I'm...fine. Can you do that again? It felt...different"

"No sweetheart," Drom said while chuckling "Daddy's are not supposed to touch their daughters that way, it was an accident...now go get dressed and Daddy will start on your breakfast"

Magha smiled, gave him another kiss on the cheek and dashed off to her room. Drom just sat there, looking at his hand and feeling the hardness in his pants trying to push through. 'What just happened' he thought to himself... 'Why am I feeling this way about my daughter??' He shrugged it off and splashed some of the cool bathwater onto his face, staying in the bathroom until he calmed down.

He exited the cabin to find Magha holding a dead deer in her lap, gutting it. He smiled and laughed a bit. "Darling, you are getting so grown up. You caught your own deer!"

Magha smiled and puffed out her chest, looking very proud. "I wanted to make you happy, Daddy! I am an orc after all, I should have been doing this years ago" She continued to gut the deer and skin it, while Drom stoked the fire, glancing at his daughter every few minutes, admiring the way she was taking charge of her own life. Deer blood covered her hands and a few spots on her face.

Drom suddenly felt familiar stirrings in his groin, but tried to ignore them. He was beginning to worry about himself...was something wrong with him? He got up, shook his head a few times, and walked over to Magha.

"I think you've done a great job darling, Daddy will take care of the rest."
He picked the deer up with one hand and placed it on the fire, smiling at the thought of the meal they were about to enjoy. Magha walked over and took her father's hand, watching the deer simmer and enjoying her dad's company.

"Dad? I want to learn to fight...like you. You are so strong and powerful..."

Drom considered this for a moment, then nodded down at his daughter.

"I suppose if you are old enough to kill your own deer, you can learn to fight"


~To Be continued~