<Shower Time - 2>

	Starla's eyes never left his gaze as her lips opened wider to take in even more of his cock, slowly swallowing the first inch as her tongue began to playfully tease and swirl over his sensitive tip.  Her small hand struggled to grasp even one of his heavy balls, but her nimble fingers easily drifted between the two to knead and tenderly squeeze his loose, furred skin.  The clawless hand on his thigh dragged her fingers through his wet fur before running back up to his pubic region, then down to wrap two fingers around his cock's base, framing the knot that had just begun to swell with his growing excitement.  As dearly as she wanted to tease him, her occupied mouth simply wouldn't allow it.  All she could do was hum as she carefully swallowed more and more of him, her throat gingerly accepting his tip as her lips spread around the halfway point of his canine thickness.

	The aging worgen's gaze locked with Starla's as she descended, but as she rose his eyes wandered helplessly to fix itself upon her heavy chest.  His furred legs spread to allow him a better view of his granddaughter's naked body, and as gently as he could, his clawed hands slipped between his own legs to delicately cup both of her breasts in unison, squeezing them softly.  Deep, pleasurable warmth ran through his aging body, his fur unable to bristle beneath the warm, heavy rain.

	Starla looked up almost innocently at her grandfather as she pulled another inch of his tool into her mouth, its tip ever-so-gently pushing its way down her throat.  The Gilnean woman had to struggle not to gag, unused to the sensation of having something down her throat at all, but Starla was careful not to bite off more than she could chew.  She held him there for several long moments to adjust to the sensation before daring to descend another half inch, this one pushing a bit more easily down her throat than before.  Her grandfather's scent, even without her oversensitive nose, was wonderfully warm and musky, and without warning Starla dared to drop her head much lower, swallowing the bulk of his bulging cock to press her spread lips tight to the upper edge of his swelling knot.

	Carson's eyes slid shut as his head tipped back, his chest heaving with heavy breathing.  "Fuck, Starla... how did I get... so lucky...?" he gasped, his clawed hands gripping her pale breasts even tighter.

	Starla smiled around her grandfather's cock as she held herself in place, feeling his knot spread her plush lips just a little bit.  The younger rogue held on for as long as she could, but finally her throat clenched around his tip and forced her to jerk her head off his length.  Starla gasped and coughed hard beneath the raining water, her hands covering her mouth as she struggled to catch her breath and eke out, "I *cough* I'm the *cough cough* l-luck *cough* lucky one...!" simultaneously.

	One of his clawed hands was suddenly giving Starla gentle pats on the back as she sputtered and wheezed, Carson's eye looking down at his naked granddaughter with concern.  "Easy, darling.  Don't push yourself so hard."

	A fairly long coughing fit ensued as the young woman leaned her jerking body between her grandfather's bare, furred legs.  By the time it had subsided, Carson's knot had deflated a little, but his overall erection was still as hard as ever, its tip grazing her cheek as she recomposed herself.  "Fuck, sorry Papa Wolf, I guess I got a little excited...."

	Carson's nose twitched as his arm drifted down her back and over to absently fondle her heavy breast again.  "Hmmh... just a [i]little[/i]?" he prodded knowingly.

	Starla blushed hard as she looked up at him.  "Um... I [i]might[/i] be just a tiny little bit... in heat."

	The elder worgen kept quiet for a long moment as he looked his granddaughter up and down inch by inch.  "Hmm... you [i]did[/i] earn your place in SI:7 last month, did you not?"

	Her remaining curls bounced as she nodded eagerly.  "Mhmm!  With flying colors, I might remind yo-o-ou!"  Her last word was stretched out as Carson suddenly yanked the naked rogue up, growling gruffly as he pulled her powerfully into his lap.  Starla's padded limbs flailed for a brief moment as her grandfather manhandled her, but froze as she felt the tip of his canine cock poke softly against her folds.  Her eyes went wide as she could sense Carson's feral instincts emerge, knowing full well that what they were getting into would change her life forever, but the sudden plunge did not come.  One of his furred arms wrapped itself tightly around her pillowy belly, while the other clawed hand began to slide down her wet skin to press two fingers gingerly against her outer, hair-covered petals.  "Papa..." Starla breathed as she fell back into his waiting grasp, her hips arching outward to meet his explorative touch.  

	Two of Carson's fingers skillfully parted her nether lips as a third slipped between them and began to rub gingerly back and forth over her sensitive clit.  A soft, snarl-like groan washed warm breath over his granddaughter's ear as he pulled her next to him, staring powerfully at her with his one eye as his fingers prepared her depths for what was to come.  "You are certain?" Carson rumbled into her ear, his voice deep and deathly serious with extra gravel in his tone.  "There is no going back from where you wish to tread.  There is no stopping once we have started.  If I enter you, I [i]will[/i] fill you to the brim, and you [i]will[/i] bear our child."

	Starla could feel the hair stand up on the back of her neck at her grandfather's words, though it was not out of fear.  Excitement shot through her plump body as Carson continued to send shockwaves of warmth through her body, and the warm water that streamed down over her naked nethers was soon accompanied by trickles of her own excited nectar.  Her plush lips parted to speak, but all that left her was a shaky moan.  Her arms reached out and up to wrap behind her grandfather's neck, and a bit of shifting propped her feet atop his furred knees, granting her a semblance of leverage as he worked his magic over her body.  A second attempt at words only produced another moan, and finally she had to settle for a shaky nod in agreement.

	Carson's long maw slid open into a toothy, devious grin as his fingers swirled faster over his granddaughter's soft petals, even going so far as to dip his finger between her folds to find naught but tightness and her slick nectar.  "Last chance, sweetheart," he rumbled as his finger explored her even deeper, curling up inside her to tenderly rub the prominent ridges within her quim.  "Our bond will become eternal."

	The younger rogue struggled to keep her foothold on her grandfather's knees as his delicate touch weakened her self-control.  Her mind became a blur of warmth and pleasure the longer he touched her, and again her open mouth merely let out a louder, more desperate mewl of desire.  Her eyes opened wide as she looked down over her clutched belly to see Carson's throbbing, bright red cock press its tip against her folds.  "F-f-f... fffffill me, Papa Wolf...!" she eked out quietly.

