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	Carson flinched softly as he felt her adjust, realizing that his body had betrayed his feelings.  The tender touch sent a small wave of warmth through his supine form.  "Hey," he rumbled gently.  "You did good, really.  Maybe a little break would do you well before we continue, hmm?"

	Starla's pointed ears visibly twitched at this, her grip tightening on his chest.  "Really?"

	"Really.  Tell me what you're curious about, and I can teach you."

	A whirlwind of curiosities suddenly flooded Starla's mind.  Their first tryst felt spectacular beyond comparison, but as badly as she wanted that feeling again, she knew that there had to have been so much more to mating than just that method.  "Well, Grandpa... I guess when I think of our wolf kin, I imagine them on all fours doing stuff, y'know?  How... how does that work with us?"

	Carson let out a shaky exhale as a very vivid image of himself and Starla entered his mind.  "Show me," was all he said, his embrace relaxing on her.

	Starla's eyes lit up as she eagerly drew herself off her grandfather.  "Kinda like... this," she added as she turned away from him and dropped to all fours.  Her four feet shuffled around a bit as she adjusted herself, but by the time she was finished her wide posterior was high in the air, her nether lips spread wide and angled directly at Carson.  Her front legs were dropped low, allowing her massive breasts to hang low and squish against the ground beneath her.  Her snow white head tilted to one side to look back at him with large, doe-like blue eyes.

	Carson took a long, slow moment to look at Starla from head to rear before rolling over onto all fours as well.  Much like a predator stalking his prey, Carson let out a rumbling growl as he approached his perfectly posed granddaughter.  His nose began to twitch rapidly as her natural scent intensified with both anticipation and desire, and the closer he got, the louder his rumbles grew.  His steps were slow and calculated, and finally his wet nose ever-so-softly brushed against Starla's vulva.

	Starla let out a shaky exhale as she watched him close in upon her, and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up in excitement as he made contact with her most intimate treasure.  Her back end instinctively pushed back against him, practically shoving his nose squarely between her nether lips.

	The aged worgen was over the moon to have a renewed chance to explore a lover, but he knew better than to completely let instinct take over.  He had to set an example for his newest student, but her scent alone was almost enough to drive him wild.  His lengthy, bright red cock hung loosely between his legs as he took another step closer, arching his back as his wide, flat tongue slid from his muzzle to slowly touch down upon his granddaughter's clit.  The tip of his tongue curled upward, and in one smooth stroke that tip slid down along her vulva from her clit all the way to the bottommost fringe of her soft, pink pucker.

	The inexperienced Starla's entire body quivered with that one stroke, and almost immediately her nether lips were dripping wet.  "P... papa..." she murmured as a gravelly moan left her maw.  More and more of her fur bristled as she felt her grandfather perform a second, calculated lick, then a third, each one causing her body to shiver anew from head to paw.

	Carson rumbled a growl of delight as his subsequent licks drew forth Starla's sweet, natural nectar to his lips.  For the most part, the natural musk and taste of each individual worgen was vastly different to each worgen who might taste or smell it.  A worgen might smell like death to one, while the same worgen may smell like honeysuckle to another.  To Carson, Starla smelled and tasted sweeter than an ocean of honey, and he simply couldn't help speeding up his licks to drink in as much of her nectar as she might give him.  Her leaked term of endearment stoked his fiery passions all the more, and resisting his natural urges was becoming increasingly more difficult by the moment.

	Starla continued to back herself against her grandfather, practically smothering him with her voluptuous backside as he grazed over her naked nethers again and again.  Her head had dropped into the earthy ground below to help brace herself, though the earth did little to muffle her loud, unfettered moans of carnal delight.  Her feral fires had lit from the moment she'd assumed her position, and now they had practically lit her entire body aflame with lust and pleasure.  "Papa... fffffuck... fuck me...!" she was just barely able to eke out between moans.  Her front claws dug deep into the earth as the intensity of his licks threatened to turn her feral... but she fought hard to hold onto her consciousness.

	Her words were like music to the seasoned, silver-furred worgen.  His excitement only grew as he struggled to tear his maw from her nethers, which were now practically dripping wet.  All he could smell was Starla as his hulking form prowled forward, his front legs stepping on either side of her smaller body for both paws to plant them atop her own.

	The young woman arched her back just to feel her grandfather's bare chest against her.  His fur was warm to the touch, and his masculine musk caused her mind to grow fuzzy with desire.  Her rear end arched as high as she could manage, as if desperate to plunge him inside of her as she had done the night before... but the control was his this time, and, to her own surprise, she was more than happy to give him that control for the time being.

	Carson's maw drifted down low, opening slowly to close his teeth carefully down along her left, furred ear, nibbling it tenderly as his hips bore down upon her pillowy rump.  The tapered tip of his thick cock first pressed against her left cheek, but with a series of grunts the elder male jerked his hips back and thrusted forward in rapid succession, jabbing at Starla wherever his cock might reach.  He dared not readjust to look back, wanting her experience to be as authentic as possible, but finally a particularly sharp thrust drove his tool home, plunging that heated thickness [i]deep[/i] inside her waiting womanhood.