<Bedtime Story 2>

	Starla let out a happy sigh as she settled in for her mother's story, her white-furred cheek squished softly against Dorothea's right breast.  In that fleeting moment, however, a small drop of warmth made contact with her furred skin, causing her to draw back just a little to catch sight of the cream-colored milk that wetted her mother's nipple.  The thought of having a little drink before bed was suddenly too enticing to resist, and slowly she opened her muzzle to latch her lips onto the dark gray nipple to begin tenderly suckling.

	Dorothea paused only briefly to look down at her daughter, and in that moment she almost seemed like she was a child again.  The elder rogue's eyes closed as she rested her head back against Starla's pillow, and a soft sigh of happiness escaped her as her body language encouraged Starla to continue.  "He was a talented swordsman.  He trained often out in the open, and with little more than pants for cover.  He caught the eye of many females -even Diana looked his way more than once- but his eye only ever landed on me."

	The white-furred worgen hummed happily as she tugged tenderly on her mother's nipple, prompting a steady stream of warm, creamy milk to trickle into her mouth.  Much like the taste of her mother's nectar, her milk had an almost blueberry-like sweetness to it -likely due to her natural scent and how Starla's brain interpreted it- and each little swallow felt a touch more calming to the pregnant Starla than the last.

	Starla's mother was quietly pleased to feel a more... tender touch upon her nipple than the feral hunger of her present baby.  Her slate-furred arm gave her naked daughter another squeeze to hold her even closer, her fingers drifting down to delicately press against Starla's swelling belly.  "Despite his exterior confidence, your father was actually rather shy.  While many approached him and were rejected, he rarely approached anyone of his own volition... until one night in the Greymane Court."

	Starla's lips popped off her mother's nipple to speak.  "What happened?" she prompted -a question she always asked at this point in the story- before returning to her happy suckling.

	A soft moan slid from Dorothea's lips before she continued.  "I was walking home from training that night.  A colleague of mine was supposed to go with me, but bailed at the last minute.  I had just entered the courtyard when, from the other side, Warren stepped out of the shadows.  I remember he had his hands behind his back, and he was trying hard to look me in the eye... and failing miserably.  I approached slowly, and suddenly he blurted: 'I like you!  But I don't know if you like me.'"

	Starla snorted with laughter, nearly shooting her mother's breast milk out of her nose.  "He was so awkward!" she mused between milky giggle-snorts, but ultimately resumed her lazy suckling.

	"He was," Dorothea agreed with a soft giggle.  "But he was so sweet, and he really was very polite about his approach.  I told him I liked him too, and from then on, every night after training he'd meet with me to walk me home before sundown.  It was a wonderful three months where we got to know each other, and the more we learned, the closer we got.  We were young and dumb, so to speak, and I could feel it was only a matter of time before I... got the best of myself."

	The younger rogue grinned into her mother's breast, knowing full well where her story was going.

	"Your grandfather and grandmother did so much to try and satiate my urges, but they were only so capable.  The night before, grandpa had fallen asleep before our evening tryst, and your grandma was busy repairing some statuettes Diana had broken that day, so I was left to struggle through my Urge that night and the duration of that day."  Another soft moan ensued due to Starla's licks and kisses, and Dorothea's hand drifted lower still past her daughter's belly.  "That evening, Warren met me for our walk... but I practically threw myself at him instead."

	Starla cooed into her mother's breast and giggled.  "Naughty."

	"It was," Dorothea agreed softly, her hand drifting even lower.  "Warren was of like mind, even if he did have better control over himself than I did.  Still, he didn't need convincing to be led back home -heck, his pants were around his ankles before we even walked in- but the moment the door to the cellar shut, we were on each other like rabid animals... kissing, clawing, snarling...."

	A gentle moan left Starla's muzzle as she cuddled her mother even tighter, and one of her own white-furred hands slipped itself subtly between Dorothea's slate-furred thighs.  "You didn't wake anyone?"

	The elder rogue gasped quietly as Starla wasted no time in pressing her fingers against those thinly-veiled nether lips.  Dorothea had grown much, much closer to her daughter since she'd made peace with her father, and while this wasn't the first time they'd spent such intimate time together -not by a longshot- there was always an added warmth to Starla's touch compared to the rest of her family.  It was almost as if Starla understood her particularly powerful urge better than most, and all it took was a dip of a single finger between her petals to set her mind at ease and her body on fire.  "This manor was built like a castle.  The cellar is nigh soundproof.  We were free to ravish each other as we pleased.  I remember the moment most keenly when he was about to enter me... it was as if the entire world had frozen in that moment.  His icy eyes looked deep into mine as he held tight to my ankles, spreading my legs with the tip of himself barely an inch from my nethers.  I could feel the heat from it... the intensity of his stare... and the true tenderness beneath it.  He would have walked away in an instant had I protested...."

