His growl carries notes of appreciation and tactical assessment, sound emerging from deep in his chest as enhanced Alpha senses catalog the visual evidence of my arousal and biological readiness.

His teeth catch his lower lip in a gesture that speaks to barely controlled restraint, as if preparing to feast yet forced to wait for appropriate timing and systematic permission.

The predatory intensity of his gaze makes my pulse spike with fresh anticipation.

"Patience, Brother," Sable teases with satisfaction that acknowledges the difficulty of Riot's position while maintaining authority over current proceedings and systematic oversight. "I know damn well how hard it probably is for you."

His words carry a double meaning that makes heat flood my cheeks despite the obviously sexual context.

The jest acknowledges both biological arousal and tactical challenge of observation without participation—enhanced Alpha instincts demanding immediate action, yet constrained by established boundaries and structured approach to intimate education.

Sable's breath creates warmth against my neck as he leans closer, voice dropping to an intimate whisper that somehow carries greater authority than conversational volume.

"Our Omega is going to be obedient and follow my every order, yes?" The question emerges with judicial precision that acknowledges my autonomy while establishing clear behavioral expectations and systematic compliance requirements.

The possessive designation sends liquid fire racing through my veins.

Not a simple biological claim, but recognition of established pack hierarchy and mutual belonging that transcends designation politics or institutional categorization.

Our Omega—shared treasure rather than individual possession, valuable asset requiring protection and careful handling rather than crude use or systematic exploitation.

"Yes," I stutter with a mixture of excitement and nervousness that betrays inexperience despite enhanced capabilities and systematic training.

The admission of vulnerability feels strange given my tactical background and strategic intelligence.

Yet intimate exploration represents an entirely different skill set from combat effectiveness or analytical capability—personal territory that enhanced education never adequately addressed despite comprehensive preparation for survival and tactical engagement.

Sable's praise proves immediate and genuine.

"She's always been good at following what's ordered of her," he observes with satisfaction that acknowledges my historical compliance and tactical cooperation despite obvious strategic intelligence and enhanced capability. "I know you can do the same here, yes?"

The confidence in his assessment creates warmth that transcends simple approval to encompass recognition of personal capability and systematic reliability.

"Yes," I agree with greater conviction, drawing strength from his expressed faith in my ability to navigate unfamiliar territory with characteristic precision and methodical thoroughness.

His hands begin their descent with judicial deliberation, fingers trailing along sensitive skin with movements that catalog nerve endings and response patterns.

When his touch reaches the junction between my legs, the contact sends electricity racing through already sensitized systems. His fingers spread my folds with clinical precision that somehow manages to feel reverent rather than detached, exposing heated flesh to cool air and enhanced observation.

The sensation makes me shiver with intensity that speaks to both physical stimulation and psychological impact of such intimate exposure.

Slick glistens visibly between parted flesh, evidence of arousal creating display that announces biological readiness with unmistakable clarity.

Enhanced Omega response manifested through generous lubrication and heightened sensitivity that promises comprehensive satisfaction through proper stimulation and systematic technique.

The atmospheric signature intensifies as fresh arousal joins existing pheromone cocktail.

My distinctive sweetness deepens and concentrates, carried on each exhale to enhance Alpha awareness and biological response.

The scent speaks specifically to fertile receptivity and mounting desire, chemical communication that transcends verbal instruction to access designation imperative and biological programming.

"You're going to pleasure yourself before us," Sable instructs with authority that transforms self-stimulation into structured learning experience and systematic demonstration. "And you're going to bring yourself to orgasm first before I get to take the lead in bringing you pleasure."

The instruction sends anticipation and nervousness warring through my system in equal measure.

Not simply physical release but educational opportunity that would establish baseline understanding and response patterns for future enhancement and systematic improvement. My pleasure used as a learning experience rather than simple biological satisfaction or designation fulfillment.

"Okay," I agree with breathless acceptance that acknowledges both instruction and underlying trust required for such intimate vulnerability and systematic exposure.

But Sable's next question catches me completely off-guard.

"Have you ever squirted before?" The clinical inquiry emerges with characteristic precision that reduces intimate topic to systematic assessment and biological evaluation.

Heat floods my cheeks as I consider the question and my own limited experience.

"I'm not sure... but I don't think so," I admit with honesty that acknowledges significant gaps in self-knowledge and intimate understanding.

The confession reveals just how limited my exploration has been despite enhanced biology and systematic development.

Tactical training prioritized survival and strategic capability over personal pleasure or intimate discovery, leaving vast territories of potential sensation unexplored and undeveloped.

"Good," Sable responds with satisfaction that suggests anticipation rather than judgment.

His guidance proves gentle yet insistent as he positions my hand with judicial precision.

"Touch yourself slowly," he instructs while guiding my fingers toward my entrance with movements that speak to careful instruction and systematic demonstration. "Let your body respond naturally without forcing the experience or rushing toward conclusion."

My initial contact with heated flesh proves tentative and uncertain.

Despite theoretical knowledge and biological familiarity, actually touching myself for pleasure rather than hygiene or medical necessity feels foreign and somehow transgressive.

Enhanced nerve endings register sensation with crystal clarity yet interpretation proves challenging given limited experiential context.

My face burns with embarrassment as self-consciousness threatens to overwhelm biological response.

Trembling fingers explore tentatively while enhanced awareness catalogues every micro-sensation and biological indicator.

The intimate contact feels simultaneously natural and completely alien, biological imperative warring with tactical training and systematic conditioning that prioritized external focus over internal exploration.

"Relax," Sable whispers with gentle authority that acknowledges my obvious nervousness while providing reassurance and systematic support.

His lips find my neck with kisses that speak to comfort rather than arousal, though the sensation certainly contributes to mounting desire and biological response.

The contact grounds me in present reality while simultaneously heightening awareness of intimate positioning and systematic vulnerability.

Each kiss along my throat and cheek serves as an anchor point during unfamiliar exploration.

Gradually, rhythm emerges from uncertain experimentation.

My fingers find patterns that create pleasure rather than simple sensation, movements that build intensity systematically rather than randomly stimulating nerve endings without purpose or progression.

Enhanced biology responds with increasing enthusiasm as proper technique develops through practice and systematic refinement.

The orgasm begins building with mathematical precision.

Tension coils in my abdomen with growing intensity as proper stimulation creates a feedback loop between physical sensation and biological response.

Enhanced awareness catalogues each increment of pleasure while the analytical mind notes which techniques prove most effective for systematic reproduction and future application.

"Make yourself nice and wet," Sable encourages with clinical appreciation that somehow manages to enhance rather than diminish the intimate atmosphere.

"We want to see you come undone for us."

The encouragement spurs greater enthusiasm and systematic effort.

My fingers move faster with increasing confidence as technique improves through practice and biological feedback. Enhanced coordination allows complex manipulation that would challenge normal dexterity, multi-point stimulation that creates pleasure beyond simple mechanical friction.

The wet sounds of my movement fill the air with unmistakable evidence of mounting arousal.

Slick provides generous lubrication that enhances sensation while creating auditory confirmation of biological response and systematic preparation.

Each movement produces a distinctive sound that announces intimate activity with clarity that eliminates any possibility of concealment or tactical misdirection.

More slick gushes with each pass of stimulation, evidence of a comprehensive biological response that exceeds previous experience or systematic expectation.