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	The sisters exchanged slightly nervous glances, but both nodded nonetheless for him to continue.

	"One," he started.  "If any of us has [i]any[/i] issue whatsoever, we [i]talk[/i] to each other about them."

	Both sisters looked to the floor and sheepishly fidgeted in their chairs, but again they nodded.

	"Two: At any time, if either of you decides to take a new mate, you are free to do so without earning anyone else's ire.  I do not want either of you to feel enslaved here, nor feel as if you [i]must[/i] live under my roof to have my support.  I love you both with all my heart, and there's nothing either of you could ever do to change that.  I still loved you both through your silence.  I hope you know that."

	Both sisters perked up a bit more at this, their nods a bit more enthusiastic here.  "It's our choice," Diana agreed.

	"It is.  I want stability for us, and for Starla," Dorothea added.

	"Which leads me to my third point."  It was Carson's turn to stare at the floor.  "Early on in our teachings, there was an... incident."

	Rather than shell up as he'd expected, Dorothea simply rolled her eyes.  "Dear lord, she got to you too, huh?"

	Carson rumbled a sigh of defeat.  "It was not intentional... it happened once, and she wouldn't take no for an answer afterward either."

	Diana couldn't hold back an amused laugh.  "How on Azeroth did all the Shadowclaw girls get Mum's stubbornness?"

	"Ugh," Dorothea spat and covered her eyes with her palm.  "I'm so sorry, Daddy.  I knew it was bound to happen, I'm not naive.  It's why I sent her to you in the first place, hoping you might get her to stop."

	Carson mustered a nervous chuckle.  "It's not her fault, or yours.  We all bear this curse, some more than others, and we're constantly working to manage it as best as we can."  His large hand drifted down to squeeze Dorothea's tenderly.  "Nonetheless, she still has much to learn, and truthfully I think it would be best if she were to learn more from both myself and you, Dora."

	A litany of taboo thoughts and images suddenly flooded Dorothea's mind, and a powerful blush darkened her slate-furred cheeks.  "That is... quite the leap, daddy," she echoed breathlessly, one hand even rising to fan the heat from her face.  "Do you think she would be amenable to such an arrangement?  Well, clearly she loves you as I do, but... [i]me[/i]?"

	"I can take your place," Diana quipped with a cheeky, toothy grin.  Carson and Dorothea both shot her looks that forced another chuckle from her muzzle.  "Oh like that's surprising to either of you.  Men and women both have their place in my bed... not that many are so willing to brave my ferocity."

	The three of them were able to more easily chuckle at her remark, and as the laughter died, Dorothea swallowed hard to give her answer.  "Well... as long as she's alright with it.  I want to be able to help her too."

	"Then it's agreed," Carson returned.  "Then we come to my final condition: Heat.  You two and Starla are all grown, and you know when your twice yearly...."

	Both Diana and Dorothea held up their hands to stop him.  "We get it, Dad," Diana retorted.  "Don't worry, we'll let you know when it's coming, and we'll be extra careful.  We can talk about it if we wanna... use it or anything, but that's a talk we can hold off on for a bit yet."

	Carson let out a soft chuckle and nodded.  "Fair enough.  For the moment, that's all I can think of."

	Both women smiled at each other and their father.  "Agreed," the both added in unison, and together they closed in to affectionately hug their elder father, both of them closing their eyes to absorb his touch and scent for the first time in far too many years.

	The silver-furred worgen gladly returned his daughter's embrace, his arms wrapping tight around their lower backs from his seat.  His sole eye closed as he inhaled deeply, taking in their combined, sweet scents and following with a happy exhale.  Even in that abandoned manor, everything seemed more right in the world than ever.

	Dorothea was practically purring as she let herself relax into her father, smiling as she tenderly nuzzled his furred shoulder.  She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt the warmth and comfort of happiness run over her, but with that relaxation came the gentle nibbles of that pesky, feral urge at the back of her mind.  Letting down her guard had frightened her to death for years, but in that moment she dared to loosen up, and that urge came to bear without fail or hesitation.  Her soft nuzzling turned a bit more firm as her nose began to twitch, rapidly trying to inhale more and more of his scent the longer she stayed there.  Slowly she drew her head back, and as she made eye contact with her father once more, her muzzle dived forth to press it hungrily to his own, kissing him deeply.

	It took Diana a few moments to realize what her sister had done, and as she pulled back, she couldn't hide a rather lewd smile as she watched them kiss.  Happiness flooded her as well, not just for her father, but to see her sister let down her guard as she did.  Her own feral urges were beginning to ramp up, but her acceptance of them made them a bit easier to control.  Still, the second their kiss broke, Diana swiftly slid in to sneak in a long, loving kiss of her own to her father's muzzle.

	Carson's eye went wide at Dorothea's kiss, but quickly slid shut as he fell into the gesture without inhibition.  Her warm breath and sweet scent -a scent his nose likened to sweet, ripe blueberries- flooded his sensibilities.  It didn't matter where they were.  What mattered was that they were together again, and he was quickly reminded that there were three of them as Diana hungrily took her place, and that loving feeling repeated itself all over again.  Diana's scent reminded him of fresh linens on a summer day, accompanied by a hint of dewy grass, stoking his delighted fires of lust and love all over again.

	Dorothea's mind flitted between feral and sensible as she watched Diana steal a kiss for herself, but there was no anger in that desperate urge.  Something awoke in her in that moment that she hadn't recognized before, and the moment Diana broke away, Dorothea grabbed her canine face with both hands and pulled Diana into a fierce, hungry kiss in kind.