<1 - Dreams> The firelight flickered as she sat upright slowly. The female orc looked around their meager campsite slowly, until her red-eyed gaze settled upon her sleeping father. The summer nights were surprisingly warm, and as thick-skinned as orcs were, it was only natural to sleep in their meager day clothes, particularly on a pilgrimage that took multiple days to complete. The beads that composed the shaman’s tube top and matching kilt shifted quietly as she began to crawl toward her father -a somewhat short orc with long, wild black hair and a shaggy beard- almost like a woman possessed. Her gaze scoured his sleeping form -the muscular, aging orc wore naught but a beaded kilt of his own- but the second she saw it, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. The beads of his kilt parted as his manhood grew without so much as a light breeze touching it, and there it stood like a beacon before her lustful gaze. Its rounded tip oozed precum that trailed down his shaft in droplets, and his thickly-haired balls visibly contracted and relaxed, as if anticipating something. His face remained serene, sound asleep, and softly snoring with the rise and fall of his muscular chest. His daughter did not hesitate to wrap her weathered fingers around his base, and in turn another thick droplet appeared at his tip. Her mind was a blurry haze as she immediately popped her lips over the tip and began to suckle, drinking up every drop of his wonderfully salty goodness that she could reach. Another squeeze and her hand began to rise and fall, stroking him while her tongue was swirling around his head, though her gaze returned to his ever-serene face. Somehow, he remained sound asleep, even as she forcibly worked his cock further into her mouth and down her throat. Her free hand soon found its way between her own legs, where she found herself thoroughly drenched with her own nectar. Two fingers slid between her thinly-haired lips with ease, and soon enough she was pumping into herself in rhythm with her bobbing head. The pleasure that shot through her body was more intense than she’d anticipated, and her eyes slowly slid closed when she felt her father’s cock begin to seize…. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ And then her eyes shot open. A soft cry escaped her as she sat upright, breathing heavily. She blinked a few times in confusion, realizing that she hadn’t moved from where she’d been sleeping. A glance at her father revealed no erection, and he appeared to yet be asleep. She looked down at her hands, but with her callouses from her shamanic training, she was unsure if any of her own nectar remained dried up on them. She glanced at her father again before daring to lift up her own kilt, but she wasn’t surprised upon finding her own quim still thoroughly soaked. A deep sigh escaped her, and her hands ran through her long, jet black braids. [i]‘Second night in a row…’[/i] she thought to herself. [i]‘But why? I love my father, and it’s not like nudity is problematic, but… I’ve never done [b]anything[/b] like that to, or with, him before. Why do I keep [b]dreaming[/b] about it!?’[/i] It wasn’t long before the elder male orc began to stir, opening his brown eyes and yawning loudly as he uprighted himself. “Morning, Chela,” he half-grunted and sized up his daughter for a few moments. “Is something the matter?” Chela’s jungle green cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she promptly hopped to her feet. “N-no! I’m fine, just fine! Y-you?” Her father was clearly unconvinced, but his stern gaze softened as he stood in kind. “A vision, perhaps?” “Yeah… yeah, that’s all!” she grunted back and hastily dug through one of their packs for their morning breakfast. “What did it show you?” he returned with increasing interest. “Do we have a destination yet?” Chela began to tremble, trying to formulate the best lie she could think of. “I saw… a little lake… a-and a cave at the far side.” Her father’s eyes lit up. “Perfect! Then we are heading in the right direction! No one ever dared to doubt the daughter of Blud!” The orcess had to fight not to roll her eyes. “Overconfidence is dangerous.” Blud scoffed and walked up to his daughter, then clapped a firm hand upon her shoulder. “I would not have brought you out here had I not thought you capable. My confidence is not misplaced. Chela struggled to look him in the eye. “Thanks… Father.” ***** There was little urgency in Chela’s steps, but Blud’s had grown more excited and hopeful. Their path took them even further southward, and by midday the both of them were losing steam. “This heat… I don’t remember it being this hot when I took my pilgrimage.” “Mother Nature has a will of her own,” she grunted, then stopped as she caught sight of something blue in the distance. “There!” Chela was already on her way over by the time Blud had registered what she’d seen. A modest pool of fresh water sat beneath the long branches of a shady tree, with nothing else in sight aside from the towering cliffs that border Mulgore. “We had best not tarry for too long.” “We won’t,” she said plainly and dunked her head under the sparkling water. She drew back with a gasp, her wet braids flipping up and smacking down wetly onto her mostly-bare back. “I just need to cool off, don’t you?” “I suppose,” her father agreed and knelt down next to the pool. He splashed his face thrice, then cupped handfuls of water and poured them over his hair-laden torso. Chela glanced over at her father as he cooled off. Inspired, she cupped her hands and scooped up more water, but hesitated. She stared into the water in her hands, contemplating her dream once again. Normally she would’ve doused herself without a second thought, but she knew what the water would do to her clothes. [i]‘This shouldn’t be a big deal. Why am I making a big deal out of it?’[/i] She thought to herself. She looked over at him again, and her heart skipped a beat.