<5 - Breaking Point> Back at camp, Blud had a warm fire going, over which hung their kilts to dry. “Welcome back. Caught a beast while you were gone. We eat well tonight.” ”Thanks,” she returned, snatched her kilt from the line, and wiggled it back up over her wide hips. “I’m starving.” The words played at Blud’s lips, but a father just can’t resist the opportunity for a quip. “Work up an appetite, huh?” Chela’s eyes went wide. Blud looked over at her, his brow arched. And both of them burst out laughing. * * * * * Supper went as usual, but there was a warmth between them that hadn’t been present since early in their journey. Father and daughter sat closer, cracked jokes, and even took an evening dip when the moon was high. Somehow, their nudity no longer seemed important, though Chela still found herself glancing between her father’s legs when she thought he wasn’t looking. A smile crossed her face when she finally laid down for the night. “Night, Father,” ”Night, Re’ka,” Blud returned affectionately, the both of them laying next to each other by the fire, albeit just beyond arm’s reach. After such a long day of swimming, sleep took the both of them in short order. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The near-full moon was still high in the sky when her eyes slid open again, The female orc rolled her head to one side, spying her own father laying not far from her. His beaded kilt was already tented without having touched it, and Chela couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight. [i]’What!? Again!? No, no! I took care of it!”[/i] She thought, but her body did not seem to follow her mind. This time she tugged her top and kilt off before she’d even stood, then quietly sauntered over to her sleeping father. Her hand dipped into his kilt and pulled forth his throbbing cock, which she quickly positioned right at her most sacred entrance. [i]‘By the elements… will this feel good? Is this what I really want? I… I guess it is just a dream, after all,’[/i] she reasoned within. The moment she felt his cockhead begin to part her nethers, things suddenly made sense to her. She froze right there, partially just to think, partially to savor the warmth of his sensitive appendage against her own. She realized that she had wanted this all along. That she could have brought herself to a halt at any moment. That she didn’t [i]have[/i] to indulge in such incestuous fantasies. But she sure as hell [i]wanted[/i] to. Her quim parted little by little, opening further than even the tip of her earthshaker totem was capable of. She was wet all over again, more than soaked enough to take his girth and beyond. Her eyes hazily looked up and down her father’s toned body and rising chest. Her mouth fell open mid-descent, and without warning she breathed an earnest, tender, ”I love you, Daddy.” Right as she dropped her wide hips, taking his full length inside her. And just then, Blud gritted his teeth. It only had been that one drop, but that had apparently sent the male orc over the edge. His hips bucked upward, and all at once a powerful eruption of warmth spilled deep inside Chela’s womanhood. “Mmmmmmh,” she dared to moan, embracing the dream and lowering her upper body down atop her father. “I’m not done with you ye-“ Blud’s eyes shot open. “Off, [i]now[/i]!” ~~~~~ The world around Chela became clear. She snapped from her reverie, and confusion set in instantly. “Wha… wait, how…!?” She looked down and realized she was still straddling her own father, and lifting up sent an impressive outpour of cum onto Blud’s abdomen. Blud grimaced as she drew back, and the elder shaman shuffled out from beneath her, then patted the ground next to him. “We need to talk, [i]now[/i], and we both need to be honest before we take another step beyond this camp.” Chela was beyond stunned. “I… Father, what just happened exactly?” Blud couldn’t look her in the eye. “Sweetie… technically, you just gave me your virginity… and I apologize for letting it go this far.” Chela looked no less confused. “I did not expect you to do that. You hadn’t before.” Confusion gave way to an intense wave of embarrassment. She felt like the ground could swallow her up. “Wait… have I…?” Her father hung his head dejectedly. “You’ve been sleepwalking the past few nights, doing… similar things. I was told growing up it was dangerous to wake a sleepwalker, and you never said anything about your ‘dreams’, so….” ”I remember every moment,” she blurted, cheeks burning. “I… I didn’t think I could stop it. I thought it was a dream until just a few minutes ago.” It was Blud’s turn to look supremely embarrassed. “I should have stopped you. I’m sorry. The first night you did it, I did not wake until I felt, uh… [i]pleasure[/i]. When I opened my eyes, I saw you there, and you just… fell over, sound asleep. I felt awful about what I had allowed to happen, though I confess it felt better than it probably should have.” Chela glanced sideways at him at this, mostly curious, and not upset in the slightest. Blud continued. “I cleaned you up and laid you back where you’d been sleeping. I figured that was the end of it. Last night, however, I kept thinking about it, and I couldn’t sleep. Then you started moving, so I… I closed my eyes, and kept still.” The male orc let out a shuddering sigh. “I failed you by not interjecting sooner-“ ”Stop that.” Chela cut him off, and Blud went quiet. “Father… you did no harm, not while I was the offender. You did not make me do anything, and you didn’t stop me [i]because[/i] you were worried about me. How could I fault you for that? And if I am to be honest…”. It took her an extra moment to find the right words. “… I… I quite enjoyed it, too. You are now my first, and nothing can change that. I do not regret it either.”