<Bedtime Story - 3>

	Starla let another coo slip from her lips, her suckling ceaseless and gentle as her fingers began to lovingly glide up and down over her mother's nether lips.  "But you didn't," Starla stated more than asked, mumbling against her mother's titflesh as she drew another mouthful of her warm, delicious cream.

	Dorothea's words caught in her throat as she let out a shaky exhale, her hips shifting as if to push herself onto her suckling daughter's fingers all the more.  "No... I couldn't.  I wanted him so badly, and he wanted me just the same.  Retreat was the last thing on my mind."  The elder worgen struggled a bit more as her daughter's touch began to numb her faculties, but a few moments later her own fingertips were teasingly drifting over Starla's fur-covered flower in kind.  The younger worgen's nether lips were exceptionally swollen, and even the lightest touch sent that fur standing on end.  "I begged him, pleaded to him, to bridge that meager gap with all his might... and so he did."

	Starla let out a mewling moan as she pressed her canine face much harder into her mother's titflesh.  Her hips arched up into her mother's touch as she, too, curled her fingers deeper into Dorothea's quim, almost as if telling her mother exactly how she wanted it without saying a word.  Her free hand was half-pinned to the bed, but with a little extra effort she was able to maneuver it between the both of them and tug desperately at her mother's gown, wanting her to feel just as she did in the nude.  "S-so... he...?"

	The elder rogue attempted to chuckle, but the sound melted into a moan of her own as Starla deepened her touch.  Dorothea's lip quivered as she slowly turned her body to face her daughter while laying on her side, allowing Starla to mirror her pose until their furred legs intertwined.  "One thrust had me writhing in both pleasure and agony.  He had such a gentle heart, but once coaxed out, his ferocity made me melt in his arms.  That first thrust turned into a second, then a third, each one sending me into full-body convulsions.  I tried so hard to keep his eyes with mine, but each climax that tore through me made me falter.  He clung to me for dear life as I did him, clawing down his back as he rutted me over and over...."

	The new pose seemed to amplify Starla's muffled moans twofold, her fingers retreating to her mother's clit as her knee took their place, pressing tight against her seasoned quim.  Sharp twitches racked Starla's body, and in turn her leg began to shift firmly up and down between her mother's legs, her finger rapidly rubbing back and forth over her clit simultaneously.  "Mama...!" she huffed in vain against Dorothea's titflesh, desperately wanting to show her mother how much she loved her, but the reciprocated pleasure was almost too much to bear.  The story alone had set her pregnant body aflame with desire, almost imagining how it might look if her father were atop her instead.

	"Shhhhhh," Dorothea cooed shakily and pressed her hand tightly against the back of her daughter's head, practically smothering her with her milky breast while her other hand mimicked Starla's intimate touch.  Her thick thigh was able to rub a bit more quickly between Starla's legs in turn, but she doubted that speed mattered all that much.  Her daughter's convulsions told her well enough that she was on the brink of multiple climaxes, and she had no doubt that Starla's Urge-addled mind likely reveled in thinking of Warren as she herself had so long ago.  "I was enthralled by his coaxed ferocity... as the end drew near, he practically threw me onto my belly, grabbed my hips from behind, and impaled me with his throbbing cock.  I felt his swelling knot more keenly than before, and I had naught to do but claw at the rug while each thrust tried harder and harder to enter me.  There was no warning but a single howl... followed by... pained pleasure as he... knotted me."  Dorothea's breathing shallowed as Starla pressed herder against her, and, coupled with her daughter's intense suckling, she found herself teetering on the brink of devious delight herself.

	Starla had to resist the urge to bite down on her mother's nipple, instead finally prying herself from her breast to look up into Dorothea's eyes with gritted teeth.  "H-he... f-f-filled you up... no...?"

	Dorothea was just barely able to muster a devious grin in response.  "No... I [i]drained[/i] him of every... last... drop."

	At this, mother and daughter clung tight to each other as a breathtaking climax ripped through their bodies in unison.  Starla's swollen belly wobbled softly with her curves as her entire body shook, accompanied with a howl-like moan of sheer ecstasy.  Her claws gripped tight to her near-naked mother, desperate for her bare skin to touch as much of Starla's snowy fur as she could.

	Dorothea, however, underestimated the power of her own climax.  She, too, shook viciously and bore down hard on Starla's leg, but the blinding pleasure caused her to lose full control of her own sensibilities.  Her eyes screwed shut as white hot pleasure coursed through her, but as they opened again she found herself a bit... shorter than before.  A puff of mist had, to her own surprise, reverted her to her human form, though Starla yet remained her white-furred self as she continued to shake, taken by a second climax.

	It took Starla many long minutes for her pleasure to wane enough to reopen her eyes, surprised to find a human woman staring lovingly back at her and stroking her hair softly.  Dorothea's aqua eyes were all that remained the same between her and her worgen form.  Her skin was just a few shades pinker than Starla's, but her hair color was the same, albeit wavy and hanging loosely just past her shoulders.  Her cheeks and lips were thin, and her upper body was relatively slender (her milk-filled breasts being the exception), but her hips flared out almost impossibly wide.  Her sideways pose did little to diminish the roundness of her pronounced posterior, and the few ripples upon her skin that had come with motherhood seemed to only enhance her natural beauty.  Few lines showed upon her face, though there were a few hints of scars from stray claw marks from ages past.  Still, as rare as it was to see, Starla couldn't take her eyes off her exposed mother... at least for a few moments.  "Th-thank you, mama," she murmured and pressed herself back against her now-pink-colored nipple.  Wetness had thoroughly soaked Starla's thighs, but she seemed to hardly mind as the wondrous embrace of peaceful sleep finally took her from the waking world.

* * * * *

	Dorothea dared not move beyond stroking Starla's mane until her chest's rising and falling drew evenly for a good long minute.  The elder woman's chest swelled with pride as she looked her pregnant daughter up and down before slowly prying herself from Starla's grip.  A few moments later and her gown was draped back over her shoulders, and with a soft sway of her wide hips she leaned over and planted a tender kiss upon her daughter's furred forehead.  "Good night, my Starlight.  I love you more than you could ever know," she whispered before uprighting herself and quietly stepping back toward the bedroom door and shutting it silently behind her.

	A sharp sigh of relief escaped Dorothea as she pressed her back to the door, smiling to herself at her modest success at ameliorating her daughter's ails.

	"Have fun?" came a sudden whisper from down the hall.

	Dorothea's head jerked toward the voice to find Carson, in her worgen form, casually walking her way with naught but a towel wrapped around his waist.  "A little," she admitted as a tinge of color flooded her cheeks.  "[i]Someone[/i] had to try and cultivate the seed you put in her ground," she quipped teasingly.

	Carson let out a rumbling chuckle and strode closer to his daughter with a smile.  "Hey, it isn't [i]my[/i] fault that I just rile her up whenever I try and help.  She sort of flits between clinging to me and smacking me over the head for... well, breeding her like that."

	"Such is the way of it," Dorothea returned with a soft giggle as she took her father's hands into her human ones.  "I did the same to Warren a hundred times over."

	"As your mother did to me," he agreed and tenderly wrapped his muscular arms around her smaller form, pulling her into a loving embrace.  "Thank you for helping her, sweetheart."

	"It was my pleasure," she admitted and took a long moment to bury her face into her father's furred chest.  "But I admit, I will be thankful for a little away time from the house for a bit.  Diana cannot keep her hands to herself."

	"I thought you liked that now?" Carson returned with a teasing chuckle.

	Dorothea drew back to arm's length to shoot him an exaggerated, scrunched up look.  "I do, but not [i]constantly[/i].  Besides... I can't remember the last time we went away together."

	Carson softly brought his daughter's head back to his chest as he let out a soft sigh, embracing her with the loving tenderness he'd missed for so many years up until recently.  "Soon, sweetheart.  Soon."
