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My distinctive sweetness mingles with their masculine musk, creating a combination that speaks to successful mating and pack formation. Each breath draws the mixture deeper into systems designed specifically to process such chemical information and territorial claiming.

Riot's appreciation shifts to physical positioning as Sable's rhythm increases.

"The way you lift your hips," he observes with rough satisfaction while his thumb traces my jawline with unexpected gentleness. "Arching your back to take him deeper."

His words make me conscious of movements I hadn't realized were deliberate.

The way my body adjusts positioning to optimize penetration and maximize pleasure, instinctive responses that serve mutual satisfaction through improved angle and deeper connection. Designation wisdom operating beyond conscious thought or tactical consideration.

My movements along his considerable length grow more confident as technique improves through practice and immediate feedback.

Lips stretching around impressive girth while throat muscles accommodate dimensions that challenge normal limits. Enhanced flexibility proves advantageous for sustained performance despite obvious physical demands and mounting arousal affecting concentration.

"Perfect," Riot praises as my technique finds rhythm that draws consistent groans from his throat. "You suck me so perfectly."

His appreciation sends warmth through my system that transcends simple approval.

Acceptance of effort and success, acknowledgment that inexperience doesn't prevent effective performance when guided by pack leadership and genuine desire to please. Confidence building through positive reinforcement and tactical validation.

Behind me, Sable's control begins fragmenting as pleasure overwhelms judicial restraint.

His thrusts grow less measured, more urgent with mounting desperation that speaks to approaching climax despite attempts to maintain systematic pacing. The impressive length drives deeper with each pass while his grip on my hips tightens beyond gentle guidance.

My pussy responds by clenching around him with increasing frequency, internal muscles contracting involuntarily as my own arousal builds toward unsustainable parameters.

Each squeeze draws growls from his throat that vibrate through contact points and into my bones. The territorial sounds speak to Alpha satisfaction and mounting territorial claim through successful mating and designation fulfillment.

The feedback loop between our responses intensifies with mathematical precision.

My tightening around his considerable size draws deeper thrusts that create friction, sending electricity through nerve endings. The increased stimulation triggers additional contractions that provide enhanced sensation, creating a cycle that builds toward the inevitable explosion.

"Warning," Sable groans with rough desperation that acknowledges diminishing control despite judicial attempts at measured participation. "I'm not gonna be able to last much longer."

His admission sends anticipation racing through my system alongside mounting arousal.

The promise of his release, the knowledge that my responses drive him toward climax, creates satisfaction that transcends simple physical pleasure to encompass emotional validation and pack recognition.

Riot's response carries encouragement that transforms the warning into an invitation.

"You better knot in her at this rate," he states with authority that acknowledges biological imperative while establishing clear expectations for comprehensive claiming and territorial marking.

The suggestion sends liquid fire racing through my veins as understanding crystallizes regarding the ultimate expression of Alpha-Omega bonding.

Knotting represents complete connection—physical, emotional, territorial—that transcends simple mating to encompass pack formation and mutual claiming. The prospect creates anticipation that borders on desperation despite the obvious physical challenge.

Sable's response emerges as a growl so primal it raises hair on my arms despite mounting arousal.

The sound carries notes that transcend human vocalization to access Alpha instincts typically suppressed through judicial control and systematic conditioning. Raw territorial claims are emerging without tactical consideration or strategic restraint.

Riot continues his encouragement with predatory satisfaction that acknowledges the effect of his words.

"Wouldn't our little Omega be thrilled to take the Silent Judge's knot?" he questions with rough affection that transforms suggestion into challenge and invitation. "Like the good Omega she is?"

The combination of possessive designation and praise for compliance sends my arousal spiking beyond comfortable parameters.

Recognition of belonging coupled with acknowledgment of willing submission, appreciation for my nature rather than criticism or demand for change. Acceptance that transforms biological imperative into emotional connection and pack dynamics.

Unable to maintain oral contact through overwhelming sensation, I release Riot's impressive length with an audible pop.