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	... only to find her grandfather with his legs spread, head tilted back, and his bright red manhood squeezed tight in one hand.  Red veins criss-crossed the impressively thick, canine tool that had finally shown itself from the elder male's sheath, while a thick knot at its base was apparently already quite swollen.  Its tapered tip shone in the firelight with his own precum, though the glimpse of it was fleeting as his hand rapidly stroked up and down the length, prompting thick, quiet groans from the silver-furred worgen.

	The musky scent in its own right sent a strange fire through Starla's body, and the surprise sight immediately dampened the fur surrounding the female's vulva.  Her time mating with the male back home was fleeting and fueled by her instinct, and while it had lit a rather lustful fire of curiosity within her, the experience itself had not made a lasting impression on her conscious memory.  Carson was her flesh and blood, he was the father of her own mother... and yet she had no qualms with dropping a hand to her own nethers to begin furiously rubbing between her own plush thighs.

	Carson's eye was screwed shut as he took his own pleasures in the open room.  As genuine as his encouragement had been, in secret he was hoping to find some quiet time for himself in his own house during Starla's absence.  He had tried hard to keep his focus on his work, but after a while he knew he had to take care of his own urge before her return, lest he lose control of himself in kind.  Training worgen to control their urges had been a sort of side job for him for ages, but it had been years since he'd had a female student -living in his house no less- to train.  Despite being his own granddaughter, the worgen instinct didn't differentiate female scents, be them family or stranger, and her potent, natural scent had just about broken his stoic front after just a few short hours.

	And then that scent once again met his keen nose.

	It took every fiber in Carson's body not to react, knowing full well that his granddaughter was within earshot somewhere.  Perhaps she was just behind the front door.  Perhaps she was just passing by outside.  No matter the circumstances, a sudden urgency to finish himself quickly before he was caught invaded his mind... though her scent in itself may have been the fan to his flames of desire.

	Starla's nose began to twitch like mad as she watched him pick up his pace.  Her hand pressed [i]hard[/i] between her legs as she felt her nethers grow white hot.  Her free hand moved to pinch one of her soft pink nipples, but even that added stimulus wasn't enough to push her over the edge.  Feral instinct completely overrode conscientious thought.  Her mind was a blur of feral lust and desire, a need to... breed.

	Carson's breathing grew shallower as he felt the familiar pressure of climax well up at his core... until suddenly a pair of claws clamped down hard upon his bare chest.  His eye shot open to find himself staring a snarling Starla straight in the face, her wet nose pressing hard against his as she let out a feral, guttural growl.  The rogue had leapt atop the couch, her furred feet planted on either side of his seated form, while her heavily-dripping quim hovered mere inches above his throbbing, canine cock.  The silver-furred male opened his mouth as if to protest, but he did little more than breathe as Starla dropped her hips sharply, impaling her near-virgin tightness with her own grandfather's heated tool.

	Both worgen let out howls of intense pleasure -Carson from his granddaughter's powerful tightness, and Starla from her grandfather's impressive thickness- and on instinct alone the rogue began to wildly bounce up and down his burning hot member.  His knot was already too swollen to enter her, but the feeling of her vulva bouncing hard down against it sent more and more fiery shockwaves of feral delight through both of their bodies.

	Carson could hardly believe his eye.  Starla had seemed far more conflicted, timid, hesitant to give in to the feral side of herself.  But here she was now, riding him like no female had in many years, baring her naked, beautifully plump body for his own eye.  Was this something she truly wanted?  He had not known her since she was a child -surely his daughter would have his head if he found him in such a compromising state- but nonetheless he couldn't deny her natural beauty, or the intensity of her feral side.  It seemed she even drew the feral nature out from within him in equal measure, and before he knew it both of his clawed hands sunk into her snow-white-furred breasts, squeezing her tight and bucking his hips upward to meet her downward thrusts.

	Starla's breath washed hotly over Carson's muzzle as her entire body bounced atop her grandfather's lap.  The heated tool that penetrated her again and again fanned her wildfire of lust beyond anything she'd ever felt before.  Within the span of less than a minute, Starla's body began to quiver and quake, every curve shivering as she plunged herself downward a final time to send her into a full-body spasm.  A shaky, intense howl escaped her as her head lurched past his to bury her muzzle in his silver-furred shoulder, her claws digging gently into his chest as the most powerful climax of her life ripped through every fiber of her being.

	Carson had already been within a hair's breadth of his own climax, and watching Starla's body wobble and quiver forced him to fight back the oncoming tide for as long as possible... but it was a losing battle.  As her muzzle dived into his fur, the helpless male let out a howl of his own, his grip leaving her breasts to throw his arms around her back.  For a fleeting moment he'd considered throwing her off of him, but beyond that moment was his point of no return.  All he could do was embrace his granddaughter tight as his canine cock erupted with thick, sticky cum deep inside her, burst after burst flooding her nethers while the excess ran sticky trails down his vein-ridden manhood.

	Starla desperately returned her grandfather's embrace as she spasmed in ecstasy atop his cock, struggling to catch her breath as she felt his warm nectar fill her to the brim.  That pleasurable haze that overwhelmed her mind and body alike had her feeling as if she were floating on cloud nine, all thanks to the seasoned male she held so tightly before her.

	Carson had her in just as tight a grip as the last few bursts of his cum drained from his balls.  Utterly spent, his weathered hands slid intimately through his granddaughter's beautiful, snowy fur, taking his opportunity to simply enjoy the pleasure of intimate contact for a few moments, regardless of its taboo nature.  He did, however, regain some sense before her, and despite his ragged breathing, a moment of panicked thought caused him to speak up.  "You're... not in heat, are you?"