<4 - Relief> The anger in her crimson-colored eyes vanished. Chela hugged herself and slowly sat upon the mossy ground, her gaze grounded and her cheeks flushed. Part of her wanted to tell him everything down to the last detail, but the thought of being disowned and losing her clan and family was too much. “Father… have you ever had dreams of an… intimate nature?” Blud’s gaze softened. He ambled his way over to her and took a seat just a foot from his daughter. “I have had many in my lifetime.” ”Really?” She said incredulously. ”I have. It is in our nature to have them.” ”Then why do my dreams feel so… unnatural? Like, I have never felt this way before. The past few nights I have had the most bizarre dreams. They make my heart soar to scary heights, and I do things in them I have never done before.” Blud raised an eyebrow. “Curious. Usually such dreams are a result of intimacy.” ”But I’ve never been with anyone before!” Chela persisted. ”Well… perhaps the spirits deem that you have urges that have been repressed,” Blud reasoned. His eyes grew sad at this. “Perhaps… perhaps it was unwise of your mother and I to keep you close to us for as long as we have.” ”I disagree,” she said more confidently. “I have seen my peers being wed and with children in less than my short eighteen years, and many of them have had difficulties to endure that I have not.” This brought a slight smile back to Blud’s tusked lips. “That’s comforting to hear. We don’t want to deny you your chance to live. We just… we want to do what’s best for you, much of which must fall to me due to your mother’s age.” ”That worries me sometimes. I want her to stick around, y’know?” Chela added and gently leaned over to rest her head on her father’s naked shoulder. Blud draped one burly arm over his daughter’s bare shoulders in return. “I know, as do I. But I know she also wants you to make the best decisions you can for yourself. Repressing urges, however, isn’t one of them.” Chela sat upright again. “O-oh?” “I’m not saying you need to find a mate! But I do think you might need to, you know… take [i]care[/i] of yourself.” In that moment, everything seemed to just click to Chela. “I’m going for a walk!” She declared, stood without inhibition, and marched off into the jungle without another word. Blud watched her walk away, sighed deeply, and shifted his seated pose. * * * * * ”That’s it!” Chela said aloud to herself during her jungle walk. “I just gotta get it out of my system, and the dreams will stop! No more awkwardness!” The orc soon slipped behind a massive tree, quickly scanned the area, then crouched down and spread her legs. It wasn’t as if she’d never touched herself -she’d been doing so since before she was a teenager- but there were no private moments during their trip when she could manage it. Getting explicit permission was another story. Chela leaned back against the tree, still crouched, and pressed two fingers down onto her clit without hesitation. Intense urgency fueled her as she began a frantic rhythm of rubbing from side to side, while her free hand dipped one finger into her sex, and two others pulled aside her hair-laden nether lips. Her eyes slid shut, and she poured all of her focus into self-pleasure, hoping to finish things as quickly as possible. Thoughts ran through her head of a handsome orc who had exposed himself to her at her request, and she had gladly reciprocated. She pictured how his cock might have felt had she allowed it to enter her, how he may have caressed her cheek- Ah, she couldn’t lie to herself. He’d grown up to be an ass, and that killed the joy in it for her. Again she searched her memories. An image of a dozen of her female peers, nude and bathing after lessons. Occasional glimpses of bulges belonging to other virile males around Orgrimmar and Razor Hill. The story her best friend had once told her about taking a tauren at the beach. The one time she walked in on her mother and father mid-intimacy…. Her body spasmed softly at the last image. Her eyes didn’t open, but her mind took a different course. She recalled the dreams from the previous two nights. How vivid they had been! The warmth and girth of her own father’s cock, how close it had gotten to entering her, how it might have felt stretching her from the inside. His earthy scent, his attractive chest, his kind smile, the thought of his hands gripping her hips and pulling her down onto- A sharp, unfettered moan rang out, and Chela’s hips bucked forward. Her climax came out of nowhere, or so it felt, and that first jolt of pure ecstasy sent an eruption of her nectar squirting forth, dousing the mossy ground before her. The shaman’s legs began to tremble, and she had no choice but to grip the tree behind her with both hands to avoid collapsing entirely. Several smaller eruptions ensued, and it took many moments for her intense pleasure to wane. Ultimately she ended up plopping her rump onto the ground, and she instinctively covered her crimson face with both hands. [i]‘What the hell, Chela!? Did Dad seriously turn you on that much?!’[/i] Her mind and heart raced in tandem as she struggled to work through a strange mixture of shame, lust, love, and confusion. There was no quick answer, and she knew if she stayed out too long her father would surely come looking for her. Taking an extra moment, she brought herself back to a crouch, relieved herself, and pulled her rolled-down top back up over her breasts. Satisfied within reason, Chela headed back for the beach once more. She may not have quashed her little Electra complex, but she felt some meager relief in thinking that she might not have another conflicting dream that night.