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	Starla simply couldn't help herself.  Her maw had practically swallowed her grandfather's heavy nuts, her lips drawn over her teeth to avoid injury, while her tongue swirled seductively over each fur-covered ball.  Her mind was a haze of desire as her hot breath washed over her mother's, grandfather's, and aunt's most intimate parts all at once, and the second Diana touched her breast, her back arched upward into her waiting grasp, encouraging her all the more.  Her other hand had buried itself deep between her thighs, having shed her leathers before joining in on the fun, and her leaking nectar was already creating a sopping wet patch on the rug beneath her plush rump.

	The normally-composed Carson had done well in handling Dorothea at first, and Diana's added groping and kisses had been easy enough to manage.  But feeling Starla's touch between his legs was just too much.  White hot heat flooded the seasoned male's entire body, and suddenly a ferocious growl escaped his enmeshed maw.  Both hands shot forward to viciously push Dorothea back to the rug as his hips began to thrust far more rapidly, his thick cock plunging in and out of her soaked folds four times faster than before.  His hips dropped as he forced her even lower, while his hanging balls were suddenly mashed against his granddaughter's open muzzle.  Last but far from least, Carson let go of Dorothea to reach back and sharply grab Diana's arm to whirl her around, tossing her atop her sister's back face-up.  Fierce snarls leapt from his lips as he clawed and jerked Diana closer, plunging forward to once again lock her muzzle to his own.

	Diana happily complied with her father's gruff maneuver, the added roughness flooding her body with more and more intense desire.  Her arms reached up to grasp her father's shoulder's desperately, her claws digging into his fur as she returned kiss after feral kiss.  Her legs nimbly wrapped tight around her father's waist, spreading her nether lips to grind her vulva hard against his pubic region.  Shaky growls and groans of desire rumbled around his invading tongue, while the quivering form of Dorothea beneath her was more than enough to keep her lithe body aloft.

	Dorothea barely flinched as she felt her sister's weight fall atop her.  Her mind was too far gone to be concerned with a little extra weight as she focused on her father's cock pounding in and out of her over and over again.  [i]This[/i] was what being mated truly felt like.  [i]This[/i] is what she'd been craving for far too long, and it was sheer heaven for both her feral and her conscious facets.  Her one hand remained locked with her daughter's as she began to quake harder and harder, and without warning an ear-piercing howl leapt from her maw, followed by a powerful eruption of her own nectar throughout her father's trusting, falling like rain atop her daughter's muzzle below.  The climactic sensation was too much for the overwhelmed Dorothea, and ultimately her entire body collapsed in paralytic ecstasy, falling away from her father's thrusts to lay face-down on the ground, moaning in pleasurable agony, utterly spent.

	The all-too-brief drenching Starla received granted her a noseful of her mother's powerful scent, and, like her grandfather, it reminded her of delicious blueberries.  Her eyes followed her collapsing mother, though Diana remained locked on Carson above them.  With a soft pop, Starla released her grandfather's balls, allowing him to rise to his feet as the snow-furred rogue rolled onto her belly to crawl toward her twitching mother.  A cheeky, hungry grin spread across her muzzle as she suddenly gripped both cheeks of her mother's ass, spread her massive pillows wide, and plunged her muzzle squarely between her thighs.  The single gesture caused Dorothea to seize up in shock, soon followed by another moan and a second series of sharp, oversensitive twitches, barely able to weather a series of swift, sharp licks from her clit to her taint.

	Carson's carnal fervor had focused itself upon the eager Diana.  With Dorothea's collapse, the elder male drew himself to his fullest height, let out a deep growl of desire, and charged forward to sharply shove Diana's back against the nearest wall they could reach.  Diana trilled in sheer delight as she was pinned between the wall and her father, but that hardly stopped her from pushing back against him to line her hips right back up with his still-throbbing cock.  "Fffffuck me like you used to, Daddy," Diana growled desperately, but before Carson could react, her legs locked around his waist and pulled her fiercely down onto his cock, burying it as deeply as she could with a single push.  Her head flattened back against the wall behind her as a powerful wave of pleasure shot through her, and all she could do was cling to her father as Carson began to gladly pump himself in and out of her, just as he had with her sister mere moments before.

	Dorothea's limbs twitched and shook uncontrollably with each of her daughter's licks, hardly able to form words to guide Starla's cheeky attack on her nethers.  "Sssssssstarla...!" she was just barely able to eke out as she reached back with one hand in an attempt to cease the stimulation on her oversensitive quim.  To her good fortune, Starla was feeling generous enough to back her muzzle away, instead helping her mother roll over onto her back with a heavy thud.  Dorothea's chest heaved as she tried to even out her breathing, but her daughter was relentless in pursuing her.

	Starla slowly crawled her way up her mother's body, stopping briefly to plant a kiss on each of her dark-colored nipples, then gingerly moved up enough to look her mother in the eye.  "Mama," she breathed huskily, her muzzle lowering in an effort to plant a tender, loving kiss upon her mother....

	... only for Dorothea to jerk her head upward, turning that tender kiss into one of heated passion and love.  Her slate-furred arms weakly draped themselves over her daughter's back in a vain attempt to pull her even closer, but the amorous rogue gladly flattened her naked body against her mother's anyway.  Something had awakened in the both of them, and for many long minutes they fell into each other's embrace, exchanging kiss after hungry kiss, groping each other's respective curves, and grinding tenderly against each other's thighs.  Love, lust, and pleasure all blended into a singular feeling of warmth within both mother and daughter, and through that feeling, Dorothea felt that feral itch wane even more, satisfied by her own Starla's touch.