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	Starla's gentle tiptoeing led her all throughout the second floor as her family sorted things out below.  Every room seemed more fascinating than the last as she perused their various facets.  One room was clearly her mother's, as a small photo remained preserved on her nightstand of her and Warren holding a canine-looking baby between them.  She was all smiles as she dipped into another room that had a motley assortment of tapestries lining the walls, each one perfectly preserved with basic magic enchantments.  No doubt they'd belonged to Diana in her younger days.  The largest room had a majestic, four-poster bed at its far end, though its curtains had been shredded by claws.  The large window that overlooked the nearby lake had been shattered into almost nothing, and the elements had not been kind to the rest of the room.  Starla could only sigh sadly and continue her exploration, at least until curiosity got the best of her.

	As she reached the second floor landing, Starla's ears perked up at a peculiar, wet sound of some sort.  She couldn't pick up any intelligible words.  Perhaps they were done talking?  Her ears flattened as she stealthily descended the staircase and slipped into the shadows, making her way over to the far wall to flatten herself against it.  The archway into the sitting room was just to her right, and the strange wet sounds had grown ten times louder, along with heavy, desperate panting.  The breath caught in Starla's throat, her curiosity undeniable as she carefully poked her head around the corner to spy on the trio.

	Her eyes went as wide as saucers, and if her jaw could've hit the ground, it surely would have.

	The first thing she saw was her slate-furred mother in all her naked glory, face down on the rug at the center of the room.  Dorothea's eyes were rolled back into her head with her rump arched as high as possible, her ass furiously pushing back against her own father's slowly thrusting cock.  If there was one thing to be said about her mother, it was she had a backside that could crush a gnome flat if he was in her seat.  Her claws and teeth were tearing viciously at the rug to stifle her howls, but every few seconds Dorothea let out a mewling, "Daddy... fuck me Daddy...!"

	One of Carson's clawed hands was planted firmly onto Dorothea's ass, squeezing her plush bottom as tight as he possibly could without piercing her furred skin.  His tattered pants had been cast atop Dorothea's discarded bathrobe.  His hips moved much more slowly than he had with Starla, almost as if teasing the desperate Dorothea with long, steady thrusts, each one burying his bright red cock straight to the hilt before slowly withdrawing again.  His one eye, however, remained gently closed while his head was turned almost backwards.

	The silver-furred worgen's muzzle was practically glued to none other than Aunt Diana's hungry maw.  Her tongue was clearly prying her father's muzzle open to greedily wrestle his own.  She, too, stood in the nude behind him.  Of all four of them, Diana had the least cushion to her lithe body, but she had herself flattened as firmly as possible against her father's naked back.  To Starla's surprise, Diana's chest was actually quite heavy-looking compared to how she'd appeared in her mage robes, and it was apparent from her gentle shifts up and down that she thrived on feeling her father's fur send tingles of pleasure through her sensitive nipples.  Only mumbled moans ensued between her demanding kisses, though occasionally a wisp of the word "Daddy," escaped their intertwined tongues.

	All three of them were far too enveloped with each other to notice the spying Starla, though the sneaky rogue's notice of them almost immediately set fire to her feral urges.  Even after hearing his stories, she hadn't truly pictured her mother and aunt mating with him themselves.  Now she was witnessing it firsthand, simultaneously... and before she even knew it, the groin of her enchanted leathers was soaked through with her own nectar.

	Well, surely she couldn't face her mother again with sullied clothes... right?

	Father and daughters moaned and groaned huskily as they took their pleasures together.  The increasingly lustful Dorothea let out a deeper growl as she pushed herself upright, her back pressing tight to Carson's as one hand shot up to grasp a gruff handful of his mane.  Her muzzle shot upward to bury itself against her chin, her chest heaving with every breath.  Her free hand moved to her own nipple to pull at it powerfully, clearly struggling not to let the lust overcome her completely.

	Every thrust Carson executed sent his low-hanging balls smacking against his elder daughter's clit to send even more heated pleasure shooting through her pear-shaped body.  His furred balls smacked wetly over and over again, echoing through the empty manor, until suddenly they just... didn't.  The elder male's eye shot open as he felt something warm and wet encompass his heavy balls, but there was no way he could find its origin without breaking the sandwich his daughters had pinned him with.

	Diana, too, felt something warm brush between her spread legs.  She had no hope of looking either, but with careful grace she let go of her father with one hand and dropped it low, suddenly latching onto a particularly plump, thick-furred breast.

	Dorothea suddenly let out a much sharper moan as something wet pressed hard against her clit.  Her muzzle jerked away from her father to look down, and just past her belly a pair of icy blue orbs stared back at her lovingly, framed by snow white fur.  The haze of lust in Dorothea's gaze abated for a fleeting moment, her mouth opening as if to protest, but a second push from Starla's nose against her clit lit her entire body aflame all over again.  The hand at her nipple abandoned its post to reach down for her daughter, who in turn wiggled an arm past her mother's spread legs to lace their clawed fingers together in a mutual, iron grip.