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My cry emerges without conscious direction—pure vocalization of pleasure that carries no tactical consideration or systematic restraint.

My head falls back onto Sable's shoulder as tremors cascade through my entire body with uncontrolled intensity.

Wave after wave of sensation crashes through enhanced systems with force that renders coherent thought impossible despite analytical training and systematic conditioning.

The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through my body like seismic waves, each tremor sending fresh electricity racing through nerve endings still singing with pleasure.

My breathing comes in ragged gasps that speak to comprehensive response rather than simple exertion, chest rising and falling with rhythm that struggles to process oxygen requirements after such overwhelming sensation.

Slick continues flowing from my core with generous intensity that creates evidence of just how thoroughly my body responded to systematic stimulation and proper technique. The wetness pools beneath me on the institutional bedding, transforming standard fabric into something approaching obscene with its glistening display of Omega arousal and satisfaction.

The scent filling our secure sanctuary has evolved beyond simple pheromone release into something approaching atmospheric transformation.

My distinctive signature—cardamom and cinnamon layered with exotic fruits—now carries additional notes that speak specifically to sexual satisfaction and continuing receptivity. The sweetness has deepened and concentrated, each exhale adding complexity to an already intoxicating cocktail that announces availability with unmistakable clarity.

Alpha senses will detect every nuance of my current state despite any attempts at concealment or tactical misdirection.

The chemical communication transcends verbal instruction to access designation imperative that operates beyond conscious control or systematic conditioning.

Sable's arms tighten around me with judicial precision that provides support and security while I recover from the intensity of systematic pleasure and comprehensive response. His chestrises and falls against my back with steady rhythm that speaks to discipline despite obvious arousal and mounting desire.

Yet I can feel the evidence of his own response pressed against my lower back—hard length straining against fabric that provides minimal barrier between skin and skin.

The contact sends fresh heat pooling between my legs despite recent climax, Omega instincts responding to continued Alpha proximity and evidence of desire with enthusiasm that defies rational timing or practical consideration.

"Such a good Omega," Sable murmurs against my ear with satisfaction that transcends simple praise to encompass genuine appreciation for compliance and cooperation. "Following orders so perfectly, making such beautiful sounds for us."

His breath creates warmth against sensitive skin while his words send pride through my system that has nothing to do with tactical achievement or strategic success.

This approval emerges from intimate territory rather than professional assessment—recognition of personal capability and willing vulnerability that conditioning never adequately addressed despite comprehensive preparation for survival and systematic engagement.

The praise makes my pussy clench with renewed interest despite recent satisfaction.

"Now look at what you've done to your Alpha," Sable instructs with authority that directs attention while establishing continued oversight of current proceedings and systematic demonstration.

His hand guides my chin with gentle pressure that turns my gaze toward Riot's position in the corner chair.

The sight that greets my vision proves almost overwhelming in its raw intensity and obvious response to my recent display of pleasure and arousal.

Riot's entire body radiates tension that speaks to barely controlled restraint and mounting desire.

His knuckles show white from gripping the chair arms with force that would damage normal furniture, Alpha strength applied to maintain positioning despite biological imperative screaming for immediate action and tactical engagement.

But it's the flush spreading across his skin that makes fresh slick gather between my legs with embarrassing speed.

Heat radiates from his muscular frame with visible intensity, circulation responding to arousal and stimulation through proximity to receptive Omega and atmospheric pheromone saturation. His chest rises and falls with labored breathing that speaks to cardiovascular stress and response beyond normal parameters.

The most striking evidence of his arousal proves impossible to ignore despite discipline and tactical control.

His white boxers strain against an erection so prominent it creates an obvious outline that speaks to Alpha anatomy and comprehensive response. The fabric appears almost translucent where pre-cum has created wet spots, evidence of desire manifesting through physical preparation and arousal.

The sight triggers immediate response that transcends consciousness.

Fresh slick gushes from my core with intensity that makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment despite the obviously sexual context and established intimate atmosphere. My body recognizing compatible Alpha whose desire aligns with my own mounting need for connection and satisfaction.

My pussy throbs with emptiness that demands immediate attention and comprehensive fulfillment.

The visual confirmation of his arousal creates feedback loop between intellectual recognition and physical response,an analytical mind cataloging evidence while designation imperative demands action and tactical engagement.