<Countryside Ride 3>

Feeling that fiery tool against her labia brought forth a generous gush of her nectar, and feeling her father finally get a little rough with her exceeded her expectations for the day.  As much as she would've gladly played the part of ragdoll, she was certain she'd get a much better rise out of him the more she played her part.  "Noooo!  Daddy, please!" the grown woman cried, trying hard to reach back with both arms and pry his clawed hand from her head...

... only to receive a much fresher slap on the ass, sending her wide serving of cake wobbling for a brief moment.  Carson snarled as he hesitated for only a brief moment, then suddenly both of their bodies lurched forward sharply, his hips slamming viciously into her ass as his canine cock plunged deep into her already-soaked depths.  Dorothea's human quim was forcibly spread wider than any human anatomy could, and Carson's knot bumped hard against her clit and labia as it began to swell wit excitement.  His free hand swung underneath his daughter's body to fiercely grasp and knead her right breast, while his entire body shifted forward, practically swallowing her smaller form with his silver fur, going so far as to raise up onto the pads of his feet to get the angle he desired.

Dorothea cried out sharply as she felt him thrust himself inside of her, though that slightly-pained cry contained far more pleasure than she was capable of holding back.  Her arms went limp, unable to struggle further as white hot pleasure crashed into her body like the waves of the ocean, each shift of Carson's body causing more and more of it to make her almost numb to her other senses.  She could feel enough to know that his hips drew upward just a few inches, only for them to sharply drop with his full weight, slamming that fat length deep inside her once again.  Her knees began to tremble wildly, her control rapidly waning as another burst of her own nectar coated his knot, her unexpected climax provoking yet another cry, this one much more obviously a moan of taboo ecstasy.

Carson knew his daughter well enough to know when she'd reached her peak, though he couldn't remember a time when it had happened so quickly.  His hips rose again, only to plunge downward, the pattern turning into a fast-paced rhythm of rapid, shallow thrusting, each plunge pushing her harder and harder into the bed of straw below.  He, too, felt nothing but sheer pleasure as his human daughter's quim stretched around his red rocket, and in the throes of such heated passion he had to fight hard not to let it take over, like hers had.

Of course, loss of control was something the Shadowclaw Pack was keenly familiar with.

The searing pleasure that racked Dorothea's sun-kissed body was almost unbearable.  Her eyes rolled back into her head as she cried out yet again... but this cry sounded far more beastly than the last.  Without warning, a cloud of smoke enveloped her human body, and the human Dorothea was promptly replaced by her slate-furred, worgen form... who looked right back at her father with a coy grin and bounced her ass sharply back against him.

The elder worgen growled through the sharp pleasure it brought him, but he wasn't about to allow her to try and wriggle out of his control just because she changed forms.  Her thrashing intensified with her additional strength, and again she tried to pull herself away from him by digging her claws into the straw-strewn floor.

But Carson was still incredibly strong, despite his age.

Both clawed hands crashed down atop hers, pinning her to the ground as he intensified his thrusting rhythm.  Each thrust of his cock sent his heavy, furred balls smacking sharply into his daughter's pubic region, and their soaked connection sent sharp, wet plapping sounds echoing off the stone walls of the cellar.  Had there been any onlookers, the father-daughter pair would have been reminiscent of two dogs rutting each other in that moment, albeit with much fiercer growls and snarls.

Dorothea howled in ecstasy as each plunge continued to stoke her lustful fires... but simply being bred like a bitch wasn't going to be enough for her this day.  With a fierce roar she brought all of her strength to bear and pushed back against her father, suddenly yanking herself off of his cock and twisting her upper body around to lash out explicitly against his chest.  The clawed strike (dangerously close to the gesture that cost Carson his eye) raked harmlessly against his chest, not even leaving marks as she once more attempted to claw herself out from under him.

Carson had to quietly remind himself that she hadn't given him the safe word yet, and the silver-furred worgen bared his teeth as he shot out and latched onto her ankles this time.  A sharp twist forced the worgeness onto her back, and with blinding speed, Dorothea suddenly found both of her ankles pinned to either side of her head, forcing her ass up and spreading the lips of her glistening quim as wide as could be.  Her fervor died in an instant, and instead her aqua-eyed gaze looked demurely up at her fearsome father, followed by a canine-like whimper.

His single, glowing green eye gazed down at his daughter briefly in triumph, then without skipping a beat he lined himself back up, then powerfully plunged himself right back into her nethers, sending another wet smack echoing through the room.  Both worgen howled in unison out of sheer pleasure, his body bearing down even harder on hers as he resumed his rapid thrusting, each plunge powerfully pushing his pulsing protuberance against her parted pussy petals.  Each thrust sent his daughter's pregnant breasts bouncing wildly, and in a fleeting moment of weakness the elder worgen dropped his maw to her left breast, latching onto her darkened nipple and suckling on it [i]hard[/i].

Dorothea's ensuing howl-groan was almost deafening as her milk was forcibly taken from her, the warm, creamy liquid flooding her father's mouth as he continued to work his knot into her little by little.  The mature rogue's maw began to drop open helplessly, her head drifting backwards as she felt a third climax rapidly approach, sending her entire, curvaceous body into uncontrollable convulsions.  A final, incredibly powerful thrust spread her lips wider than ever, and with a soft 'pop', she felt him bury himself completely into her quim.

Both father and daughter let out final, guttural howls as the sweet sensation of climactic bliss crashed into them both simultaneously.  Carson had to fight hard not to fall atop her as a sharp jet of his virile cum erupted from the pointed tip of his canine cock, burst after burst flooding the womb that had given birth to his first son only six months prior.

The milk-laden rogue reached up to claw into her father's back as she writhed beneath him, arching her back to give him as much milk as he desired amid their shared climax.  A final gout of nectar slicked their union for a final time and matted the fur between their legs, but his thick knot kept every last drop of his seed contained inside Dorothea.

Their shared climax lasted for what felt like an eternity, and as the last few bursts left Carson's heavy balls, his maw carefully released his daughter's nipple, instead pressing a much more tender, loving kiss straight upon her lips.

Dorothea moaned thickly into the kiss, and out of the blue a cloud of smoke enveloped them both, and in their place laid the naked humans once more.  Their change in anatomy allowed a thick waterfall of Carson's cum to spill from within Dorothea, leaving a milky white pool of excess beneath them both as they cuddled in atop the straw, lovingly kissing one another and basking in their shared afterglow.  Neither felt the need for words in that tender moment.

And maybe Dorothea will get her wish after all....