ItsQuarters

Wasnt gonna upload today, but i got offered an overtime shift at work, so here we go. I already warned you guys about content in the story preview. You only have yourselves to blame for anything triggering.

Freydis POV

We hadn't packed any tents, or bedrolls, neither of us owned anything that would make for a comfortable camp, so we had to sleep pressed up against each other, which I would be lying to say didn't make me happy. Svinna, my poor daughter. Originally, Her name was to be Sven, but when her body started to bloom into femininity, I changed it, much to Bormak's anger. He wanted to bind her breasts, or better yet hack them off like the monster he was, but I was too excited for a daughter, even one born from a cursed union such as ours. 

Svinna. Sweet Svinna. My daughter had been a timid thing all her life. She wore more bruises than clothes growing up, thanks to her father. But I could always see a beautiful woman, too stubborn to realize her father's affection would never come, too stubborn to leave. And I saw it for the first time yesterday morning. 

Anger. 

Outrage.

Pride.

All the these things that were plentiful in her father and had never been seen before in her were now here. She challenged Karl. Killed him, a man four levels her senior. His wives were free of him, but I knew some of them may seek vengeance. So in order to curtail such vengeance happening sooner rather than later, I had forced us to walk until we'll into the night. Svinna, poor thing, had collapsed after we set our cloaks on the ground. Her stats were rather low, so it was no wonder she was exhausted after fighting this morning, and walking all day. 

Which brings me to now. 

I had awoke feeling someone's hand grip my hip. I peeked over my shoulder to see Svinna, eyes closed, as she thrusts her hips against mine, feeling something quite large and very stiff rub against my backside. Neither of us had disrobed to sleep, though it was summer, the night in our lands does get quite cold. 

"Svinna?" I whispered out, unsure if she was doing this on purpose or in her sleep. 

When I received no answer, I was torn on what to do. Obviously, this was my daughter! I couldn't merely indulge such actions, even while she was asleep, but on the other hand, she had never once expressed interest in anyone else like this. She looked, and felt for that matter, like she was pent up which made sense to me. My heart ached for her, for her lack of human connections, her lack of friends. My sorrow as a mother who had already failed her daughter allowed me to fail her again like so. But maybe...maybe I would not fail her as a woman? 

I bite my lip, knowing that this must be an effect of her class. She was conquering me in her sleep, her subconscious desire to reign supreme causing her to dominate the nearest woman. Me.

Her body was still weak, and for all the frenzy and fervor she mustered against my body, I didn't feel much through the protection of our clothes. I bite my lip when her hand reaches around and gropes my chest, or when I feel her pull me back against her as her member slides against me, delving in between the crevice of my rear, stuffing my trousers into said crevice to do so. I can feel how hard she is against me much better now, and the sheer lewdness of the situation has me fighting back moans. 

Then, she suddenly sits up and runs off into the woods, failing to fight off moans as I know, deep in my heart, that she had awoken from the need of release.  

Something I can almost relate to. I take my cloak and stuff it down the front of my trousers, wiping the slick from my mound. 

Trying desperately not to think about how wet that made me. 

Svinna POV 

This is embarrassing!  Having a wet dream is one thing, but dry humping your own mother while you both slept is another! I ran, fast, finding a bush to squat down in and freeing my cock, marveling at its size for a brief moment, before the sensations of cumming knocked me onto my bare ass. I had already let off a few spurts already, now my thigh was all sticky, so what hit the ground was a mere pittance of my total load. As I sit there, panting and staring at my cock with a dazed glance, I couldn't help but look back to my mother. How had she not waken up from this? Was she just that heavy of a sleeper? Or did she let me...? 

No, that was impossible. Incest was not something so easily achieved. If so, this would have to be a bad porn or semi-decent story. 

I collect myself, wiping my cum free from my thigh before I pause, staring at the handful sized glob. As Adrian Masqe, I had never actually had sex with anyone, male or female. And despite the lonely nights with my long-time girlfriend, leftie, I'd never experimented sexually. Now? 

I pull my hand close and take a sniff, finding the musky smell to be neither pleasant nor unpleasant. Tentatively, I dart my tongue out and lick, and recoil in perturbation. 

It's not really all that salty like people online said it was. Kinda...sweet? Only mildly so. The thick texture wasn't too pleasant, but I'm guessing it's something of an acquired taste. It must be due to the old Svinna's diet, mostly fruits and vegetables. Sodium isn't used in the mass quantities it was used in my old life. 

But, not wanting the sensation of having to wipe my hands on the ground and smear this all over my hands, I lick my fingers clean of the stuff, and find myself not hating the experience by the end. 

Adjusting my clothes, I turn to see my mother putting out the fire. 

I avoid eye contact, and she doesn't bring up what happened either. 

Yet.