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	Both worgen growled and howled in unison, though Starla's sounds were more akin to submissive mewls of desire.  Her ear twitched rapidly in her grandfather's maw, though his gentle nibbling merely intensified the feeling of being stuffed once more by the wizened worgen.  His initial jabs meant nothing to her after he hit his mark, and all she could do was push hard back against him as her grandfather began a frantic, needy series of sharp, deep thrusts.

	The sensation of Starla's nethers gripping Carson's cock was almost indescribably wonderful for both grandfather and granddaughter alike.  His front paws pushed down hard onto hers as he powered forth with his hips as fast as his old bones could muster, so much so that even his long legs lifted just an inch or two off the ground in his excitement.  All the while, his muzzle washed her soft fur with his warm breath, and from her ear he dared to rain the back of her neck and her snow-furred cheeks with tender, intimate licks.  The rapid thrusts pushed deeper and deeper with each shift of his body, and finally the thickest portion at the base of his cock began to push hard against Starla's vulva each time he plunged inside her.  The knot was not quite swollen yet, but it most certainly was getting there.  "Starla... I may not last much longer... do you think you can-"

	Starla suddenly let out a desperate growl of delight, the rogue just barely warding off the feral urge to turn the tables on her grandfather.  "Do it, Papa...!  I need it!" she moaned, her curves bouncing as she pushed back against him as hard as she could, desperate to have every single inch inside her.

	That last push met Carson's next thrust perfectly, and in span of a single held breath his swelling knot was shoved sharply into Starla's cunny, disappearing completely from view and prompting the silver-furred male to quiver and quake atop his granddaughter, fighting the delicious pleasure that was mere moments from its release.  "Starla...!"

	Starla's breath caught in her throat as she felt that thick knot spread her nether lips wider than she thought possible, only for her own quim to swallow the swelling knot in its entirety.  She could hardly find her breath as it swelled nearly to the size of a fist, sealing their union shut beyond the point of no return.  Her next breath left her as a shaky, powerful howl-like moan of blinding ecstasy, her nethers erupting with nectar as an even more powerful climax than the previous night's shredded every nerve in her body.  Her nethers felt like they were on fire as they were plugged to their limit, her grandfather's cock buried even deeper than before.

	Carson's ensuing howl accompanied Starla's in a harmonious outpouring of lust and love as his tapered tip shot rope after thick, sticky rope deep into his granddaughter's womb.  His back legs struggled for a brief moment to find footing before the quaking Starla could no longer hold herself aloft, dropping to her knees to allow his back legs some purchase.  His own fur bristled and pushed tight to hers beneath him as he, too, writhed in intense ecstasy, unable to move or release such carnal sensations while trapped amid their tender union.  Of course, the last thing he wanted was to leave her side, instead pulling her snugly to his chest as he bore down atop her.  It took all his remaining strength not to crush her beneath his weight while he filled her cunny to the brim.  Not a single drop escaped that air-tight plug of Carson's knot.

	As Starla's moans subsided, they were replaced by extremely heaving panting in an effort to cool herself and catch her breath.  Her clawed fingers laced with her grandfather's as she steadily sunk into the ground, more than happy to have him held atop her for warmth and comfort.  A gentle shift was enough for her to roll onto her side, sending her grandfather to the ground as well to much more properly spoon her from behind.  Her body spasmed and shook, her ears twitched in delight, and her fur bristled happily as she pulled his arms tight across her hefty bosom, silently begging for him to keep her as close as he could.  The warmth that flooded her womb felt... right, even if it wouldn't produce a child.  Her feral urges to breed had been sated once more, at least for the time being.

	The couple laid together for the better part of ten minutes in silence, clinging to each other for dear life as they patiently waited for Carson's knot to be finished with its work.  It was Starla who first was able to find her words, though they came out breathless and particularly melodic.  "Mmmmmh... so [i]that's[/i] how our ancestors did it, huh papa?"

	Carson chuckled as he nuzzled his muzzle into her soft, white mane.  "Sort of... I was a bit gentler than they would have been.  I would hate to mar that beautiful fur of yours."

	Starla's cheeks were already flushed, but surely they would've grown darker if they could have.  "You... think I'm beautiful?"

	Carson looked at his granddaughter curiously.  "Yes?  Even from a more formal standpoint, I hardly think stating a fact like that is inappropriate."

	Starla turned her neck as best as she could to look back at him, and with a happy smile she tenderly pressed her muzzle to his, kissing him deeply.  As she drew back, she added, "Thank you, I guess.  I don't hear that very often."

	This caused a genuine frown to appear upon Carson's face.  "Who said my granddaughter wasn't beautiful?"

	It was Starla's turn to frown as she gently drew her hands over her large belly.  "Anyone who sees... this, really."

	Carson's embrace tightened twofold as he drew his hands down to her soft belly as well, his fingertips gliding up and down her softness and through her fur without inhibition.  "Then they are fools to judge your beauty by a single characteristic, and even that characteristic is beautiful in its own right."  His head tilted further down against her furred neck as his clawed hands ever-so-tenderly roamed her squishy softness, making it more than apparent that Carson adored every inch of his own granddaughter.

	Starla tensed when he first touched his fingers to her, but gradually she found herself melting into his tender touch.  After a few short moments, it almost felt as if they were one being in that moment, uncaring of the open air of the darkened forest and the soft earth beneath them.  The snow-furred worgen pressed herself even tighter back against him and tilted her head upward, her eyes closing to expose her neck to his occasional licks.  "Mmmh... did it bother you at all that I called you 'papa'?" she asked between pleased, rumbling moans.

	The elder male shook his head gently.  "Not at all.  Your father, Warren, was a good man, and it saddens me to think that you grew up without him.  I am... not much of a father myself, but... you know...."  His words failed him in that moment, not wanting to just assume the role for Starla, or for her to think he could replace her deceased father in any form.

	Starla's ice blue eyes opened to look up at him, one hand reaching back to stroke his fluffy neck.  "Shh.  It's okay, Papa Wolf.  It was my idea."