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	The weakened Diana had somehow managed to crawl between Starla's legs, and with her remaining energy she plunged her muzzle between her niece's thighs and began to lick and kiss her nether lips furiously.  Her light gray-furred body laid flat on her belly to feast on her prey while Carson had her incapacitated, knowing that each lick caused Starla's thick thighs and legs to twitch, which she in turn clung to and held heavily to the damp rug below.

	Between her grandfather and her aunt, Starla's body felt hotter than ever before.  Her eyes slid shut and her head dropped back as a howl of her own leapt from her maw, joining the cacophony of groans and moans from the rest of their modest Shadowclaw Pack.  Her chest arched upward to meet her grandfather's fearsome thrusting, while her legs could only do so much to resist the delightful shocks her aunt sent through her body.  Every sense was in overdrive: The scent of her family's combined musk, the feeling of having attentions paid to her most sensitive bits, the taste of her grandfather's lifegiving seed on her tongue, the sight of his silver-furred form ravenously desiring her plump body, and the sound of their panting and howling, all in the name of a mixture of carnal, feral desire, and deep, intimate love.

	And then another kiss planted itself to her muzzle, forcing her eyes open wide to see her mother as the cheeky culprit.  Dorothea plunged her tongue into her daughter's mouth, sharing in the taste of her father's precum before drawing back just a little, smiling weakly down at her.  "This used to be my favorite lesson," Dorothea cooed into her daughter's ear.  "Just watch."

	Starla's half-lidded eyes struggled to remain open through the intense pleasure, her tongue flicking out yet again to tease the tip of her grandfather's cock.  Right next to her, Dorothea stuck out her tongue to do the same, the both of them taking their licks whenever Carson's red tool presented itself.  

	Starla's chest fur was soaked through to her skin with precum, and in truth it had taken all of Carson's willpower to bite back his oncoming climax.  By all rights he should have finished the moment his knot had finished swelling, but those deep desires wanted to make this last as long as he possibly could.  But that fight was a losing battle that Carson was more than happy to succumb to.  "Starla... girls... nnnnnnghrrrrrr...!"  His last words turned into an unintelligible, guttural growl.  His mind went completely blank as he plunged his hips forward once more, sending his body into a series of ecstatic convulsions as his pointed cockhead erupted with thick ropes of heated cum.

	Dorothea and Starla both opened wide to catch the first few ropes of his overpoweringly musky cum, but Starla had no energy to keep her mouth open as Diana bore down harder between her legs.  A breathless, husky growl of her own matched her grandfather's as her legs began to shake, and moments later her own burst of nectar erupted uncontrollably, filling the ravenous Diana's mouth for her to gulp down.  Her tongue pushed itself as deep inside his niece's quim as she could possibly manage, pulsing in rhythm with her vibrating quim to show her just how oversensitive a climax can leave her, much to her silent satisfaction.

	Carson's entire body struggled not to collapse as rope after rope landed into his beloved Dorothea's maw, but as the last few shots pulled the energy from his hulking form, the elder male couldn't keep himself aloft any longer.  His shaking body suddenly dropped, only to fall into Dorothea's tender embrace.  Diana, too, pulled herself from Starla's thighs to help her sister in lowering their father safely to Starla's side.

	The weather-worn room was filled to the brim with the smell of sex by the time all was said and done.  In dull, warm bliss, the four worgen piled together in one big, fuzzy cuddle puddle.  Carson's chest steadily evened his breathing as he laid flat on his back at the room's center.  Dorothea had nestled herself tightly beneath her father's right arm, her muzzle buried into his chest fur.  Starla had taken to resting her head upon her mother's belly, allowing Dorothea to absently run a hand through her daughter's mane as they laid together, while Starla's fingers were laced with her grandfather's right hand.  Diana had taken to burying her muzzle between Carson's thighs, occasionally taking deep inhales near his musky, fur-matted balls and fondling them on occasion.  His cock had neatly retreated back into its sheath, allowing Diana to splay the rest of her body atop his abdomen and chest, while her spread legs granted him a perfect view of her swollen nether lips whenever he desired it.  Dorothea and Starla each had a free hand on Diana's rump, squeezing her lithe figure every so often.

	Nobody spoke, but nobody needed to.  The shared sentiment of love and satisfaction could be felt by all four members of the reunited Shadowclaw Pack, and that's truly all that the four of them needed.  The dilapidated manor felt strangely fitting for them to lay within, and one by one their spent bodies fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.  The chilled gloom of the Gilnean countryside paled in comparison to the huddled bodily warmth of the foursome.  They had returned to their rightful home, and, no matter its state, it was where they all felt they truly belonged.