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	Carson nodded and smiled down warmly at her, giving her belly a warm squeeze.  "Very well," was all he said, and again silence settled in for another few minutes.  Without much warning, a soft, squelching sound broke their even breathing as Carson's knot began to deflate.  Starla twitched and gritted her teeth as the shrinking knot dragged against her sensitive nether lips, pulling free with a soft, wet pop, followed by an impressive little waterfall of her grandfather's spent cum.  The elder male gasped at the sharp sensitivity of the act, his cock slowly receding back into his sheath, trailing cum the entire way.  "Well, then... perhaps next time I should take the simpler route?"

	Starla rolled herself over in his grasp to face him, her thighs squeezing together tight as she shot him an inquisitive look.  "What do you mean?"

	"Well... I suppose I could have just as easily transformed to remove the knot," he thought out loud.

	"Mh-mh," Starla protested and buried her face warmly into his chest.  "I liked it better this way."

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	It took a long while for the worgen couple to pull themselves together, but when they did their combat training resumed for the next few hours.  By the end, Starla had made some minor progress in her control, but it would be a long road for her to master with her current fighting style already embedded in her mind.

	The rest of the day passed more peacefully around Carson's home.  Starla was free to leave the house and run as she pleased, while her grandfather began to work on another set of tailored clothes for her, promising her an entirely new wardrobe by the end of the summer.  As the even darker darkness settled in over the woods, the snow-furred worgen began to yawn hopelessly, having exhausted her feral urges in favor of her natural instinct to sleep.  "Mmmh... thanks for everything today, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily as she slowly curled herself onto his sofa.  "I'm... I'm sorry I was so brusk when I got here yesterday.  I feel bad about acting like that."

	Carson shook his head without looking up from his work.  "Nothing to apologize for.  Were I in your shoes, I would've been just as angry to be dumped onto a veritable stranger's doorstep.  Admittedly, I'm thankful we're getting on so well now, though."

	Starla nodded and smiled at him as she readjusted herself on the slightly-too-small sofa.  "Mhmm.  Goodnight, Papa Wolf," she nearly purred as she slid her eyes shut.

	This prompted Carson to look her way in confusion.  "You're sleeping there?"

	Her eyes opened again.  "You don't have another bed."

	"I washed my sheets earlier today.  My bed is yours for the duration of your stay," he stated more than offered.

	A saddened look crossed Starla's face.  "But... what about you?"  Indeed, Carson was significantly taller than she was, and it was likely that both his legs and neck would hang over the sofa's edge if he were to sleep there.  The realization that he'd slept there the night before simply made her sadder.

	"The sofa is fine for me," he assured her.  "I'll be fine."

	Starla furrowed her brow at this and pulled herself off the sofa, stomped around behind her grandfather's sofa, and draped her arms tenderly around his neck from behind.  "That's not fair.  I won't steal your bed... but I'd share it, if you wanted."

	"That may be pushing it," he returned quickly with a chuckle.  "Our unions are meant to be training for self-control, remember?"

	"Who said anything about mating?" she returned innocently.  "Your bed's pretty big.  I bet we could both sleep there without touching... y'know, if you didn't wanna touch."

	Carson snorted softly without looking back at her, but internally he found he quite enjoyed her touching him, even in that benign moment.  "Starla... I [i]am[/i] still your grandfather and teacher."

	"Well, I wouldn't mind [i]learning[/i] how to share a bed with another worgen, and I can't think of anyone safer to teach me than you, Gramps," she teased and quickly flicked her tongue out to lick his cheek.

	Another heavy sigh escaped the elder male as he lowered his sewing tools.  "You're not going to take no for an answer, are you," he stated more than asked.

	"Nnnnnope," Starla added cheerfully as she pressed her wet nose to his cheek briefly.  With a spring in her step, the rogue let go of her grandfather and made for the bedroom.  "Oh," she called back as she stepped through the threshold and pulled the door mostly closed, poking her head out to add, "And if you aren't in bed in ten minutes, I'll come and sit on your head."

	The door clicked shut, and Carson was left with his thoughts for a few long moments.  Part of him worried he was losing a bit of his credibility as a teacher to Starla, but at the same time he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed his intimate times with her.  He wanted more, much more, but could they continue to share that while effectively reigning in her feral urges?

	Or, perhaps those unions [i]were[/i] abating that feral lust?

	Carson sighed to himself and rubbed his eye as he lifted himself off the sofa, his gaze drifting down the hall to the near-closed door at its end.  Starla pouncing on him had been one thing, their tryst in the forest had been another, but this was the moment of no return.  He knew if he walked in, things would only get more and more intimate between them, and backpedaling would not be an option.

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	A gentle creak echoed through the darkened room as the door swung open slowly.  The gently-wrinkled sheets rose and fell softly atop the curvaceous, prone form of the sleeping Starla at the far side of the bed, her back turned to the doorway.  The door opened wider and closed softly as Carson stepped in.  His breath caught in his throat as he quietly approached the empty side of the bed to peel the covers upward....

	... immediately realizing that Starla had climbed into his bed after shedding her new clothes.  Her purple garments had been neatly folded and placed atop a nearby chair.  Carson had to stifle a sigh of defeat as he lowered the covers and slowly peeled his own pants off, placing them next to hers as he carefully slipped into his own bed behind her.  As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the silver-furred worgen's naked body sidled right up behind his granddaughter, and a muscular arm tenderly draped itself over her to snuggle her back against his bare chest.

	Asleep or not, Starla simply smiled and fell even deeper into her grandfather's body.