<21> While mother and daughter bonded, Diana continued impale herself on her father's fat cock again and again. Her eager, feral fervor overpowered Carson's thrusting, forcing the elder male to drop his stance low just to brace himself against her rocking figure. Her claws dug harder into his shoulders with each bounce, her back arched to present her heavy, bobbing chest to her father for his own pleasure. Indeed, Carson gladly lunged forth to latch his maw onto her right nipple, suckling hungrily and pulling at it with each jostle and shift of Diana's lithe form. One hand greedily latched onto her free breast, while the other shot downward to give her bouncing, slender ass a series of firm smacks. His daughter's white hot quim felt as if it were practically milking his vein-ridden cock for all its worth. Her bounces were relentless, as her iron grip wouldn't let him get away, not that he wanted to. Sheer instinct drove Diana onward, the heat pulsing through her body each time her ass shoved itself against her father's thighs. Her gaze locked itself on her father's disappearing and reappearing cock, and soon enough a ravenous grin crossed her face as she watched his knot begin to swell. The power of her bounces increased twofold, soon finding his thick knot pushing against her clit each time she descended. "Daddy... ffffffuck me, Daddy...!" she shrieked, her body suddenly lurching forward to bury her face in his chest. A final bounce sat herself just on top of his knot, sending a powerful, energy-sapping shockwave of climactic bliss from her head to her feet. Diana clung to her father for dear life as her nether lips doused his canine cock with her nectar, forcing her to use every last bit of her energy to hold herself to him. Her mind was a haze of sheer bliss, and through her feral urges she felt nothing but love for her reunited family. Despite his haze of lust, Carson held his daughter lovingly as he felt her climax around him, and with tenderness only a father could show, the silver-furred male gently stepped backwards and lowered Diana to the floor to lay her next to her intertwined sister and niece. Her head lifted for a brief moment to allow him to plant a tender kiss upon her muzzle, and with a soft grunt he carefully extracted himself from within her. The soft pop of his withdrawal sent another spasm of her ambrosia to splatter on the rug beneath her. But the elder worgen wasn't quite done yet. Starla and Dorothea barely noticed Diana touch down next to them. Dorothea had steadily regained a semblance of her strength, and both mother and daughter had begun to ravenously cling to one another as they kissed, whispering declarations of love for only each other to hear. White and slate fur intertwined like yin and yang, the both of them fervently grinding against each other's thigh in the process. Starla's lust-crazed mind spurred her to ramp up her kisses as she bore her hips down atop her mother, her nethers soaking and matting a great deal of fur beneath Dorothea's waist. The warm, wonderful feeling was so much like how Carson had made her feel, and she only fell deeper and deeper down that rabbit hole the longer her mother held her there. That is, until a pair of clawed hands suddenly latched onto her ankles. An instantaneous thrill shot straight up Starla's spine as she was suddenly pulled backwards. Her fingers dragged themselves along her mother's furred body as she was taken from her and flipped over onto her back. Starla looked up, wide-eyed, at the menacing, single green eye that looked down upon her. Her gaze quickly dropped down to the throbbing, bright red cock that drew closer to her face, its slicked length coated with both her mother and her aunt's nectar, while its knot was swollen to its limits and pulsing with musky heat. "Papa wolf," she moaned softly, the breath caught in her throat out of sheer excitement. This was something new. Carson slowly bared his teeth in a menacing grin as he dropped to his knees to straddle his granddaughter's soft belly. His upper body lurched forward to arch himself over her, pushing his slicked cock squarely between the young woman's impressive, snow-furred breasts. A rumbling trill of delight escaped the elder male as her wonderfully soft fur swallowed his heated tool, both of his hands pressing down on her shoulders for support. "Starla... I must have you," he whispered to her, his breath washing over her muzzle mere inches away. The rogue couldn't nod any faster, and as if by instinct she gripped her own tits with both hands and squished them to either side of his cock. Her furred flesh was more than enough to cause his thick cock to disappear from view, only for its bright red tip to reappear as he viciously thrusted his hips forward, trailing a thick line of precum from between her breasts up to her chin. Starla found herself enthralled by her grandfather's new position. Her fingertips slid up her own breasts to pinch at both her pink nipples, though the gesture proved quite difficult as Carson fell into a sudden frenzy of eager thrusts. Her mouth began to hang open as she tried to catch her excited breath, her tongue lolling out to briefly catch her grandfather's tip with each thrust. The salty taste of his precum flooded her sensibilities, sending her into an even deeper haze of desire. Her entire body screamed for more, but she was utterly at his mercy with his weight bearing down atop her. That is, until she felt her legs being spread by another pair of hands.