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"You can release your cock if it's so uncomfortable," Sable states with clinical precision that acknowledges obvious physical distress while establishing clear behavioral parameters. "But you cannot stroke yourself yet. That's an order."

The permission proves limited yet significant—relief without gratification, exposure without satisfaction.

I watch fascination as emotions war across Riot's features with readable intensity that speaks to internal struggle. Perception detecting micro-expressions that reveal frustration at continued restraint warring with determination to achieve eventual reward through compliance.

Rebellion flickers in his dark eyes like controlled flame—challenge to authority that exists within acceptable parameters while recognizing superior positioning and judicial oversight.

Yet beneath territorial resistance burns something approaching desperation that speaks to genuine need rather than simple response or designation programming.

His desire for eventual participation transcends mechanical function to encompass emotional investment and pack recognition.

The determination that settles across his features suggests acceptance of terms despite personal cost and discomfort.

Alpha discipline proving superior to immediate gratification when properly motivated through structured reward systems and clear behavioral expectations. Professional restraint applied to intimate dynamics with characteristic precision and methodical thoroughness.

His hands move to the waistband of his boxers with deliberate precision that speaks to careful control despite obvious urgency and mounting pressure.

The fabric slides down his muscular thighs with movements that reveal Alpha anatomy with stunning clarity and comprehensive display. His cock springs free from constraining material with visible relief that speaks to physical pressure and discomfort.

The sight steals what little breath my recent climax left me with.

Alpha instincts proving as impressive as theoretical knowledge suggested, yet somehow more striking when witnessed through direct observation rather than academic study.

His shaft stands rigid against his abdomen with thickness that promises comprehensive stretching and satisfaction beyond normal parameters.

Prominent veins map the length with vascular complexity that speaks to circulation and development.

Pre-cum beads at the swollen head with generous evidence of arousal and preparation, each drop catching available light with crystalline clarity that announces readiness and tactical capability. The sight triggers fresh arousal that makes my mouth water.

I bite my lower lip with deliberate pressure to confirm this isn't some pharmaceutical hallucination or delusion.

Teeth apply force to sensitive flesh while vision catalogs every detail of Alpha anatomy and comprehensive display. The combination of visual stimulation and mild pain creates sensory confirmation that transcends simple observation to encompass visceral recognition and validation.

The sight of his obvious arousal and impressive anatomy sends liquid fire racing through my system with intensity that threatens to overwhelm rational thought.

Fresh slick pools between my legs with mathematical precision, biology responding to Alpha display through chemical preparation and readiness that operates beyond conscious control or tactical consideration.

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

The visual confirmation of his capability creates anticipation that transcends simple response to encompass emotional investment and pack recognition. Not just physical compatibility but intellectual appreciation for anatomy and capability that promises satisfaction beyond normal parameters.

Sable takes advantage of my obvious distraction to shift positioning with judicial precision.

His left hand rises to cup my breast through the borrowed fabric, fingers finding my nipple with accuracy that speaks to spatial awareness and attention to detail. The contact sends electricity racing through nerve endings already sensitized from recent climax and mounting arousal.

The gentle pressure builds systematically until sensation borders on overwhelming.

His fingers apply precise compression that transforms simple contact into focused stimulation, technique demonstrating comprehensive knowledge of female anatomy and responsiveness. Each adjustment creates pleasure that builds upon previous sensation without crossing into discomfort or overload.

When he pinches my nipple with judicial precision, the sensation explodes through my system with devastating intensity.

A moan tears from my throat without conscious direction—pure vocalization of pleasure that carries no tactical consideration or restraint. The sound emerges with authenticity that speaks to genuine response rather than performative compliance or strategic manipulation.

Sensitivity making even indirect stimulation approach overwhelming despite previous experience and adaptation.

"Oh god," I whimper as sensation cascades through interconnected systems with comprehensive coverage that transcends simple breast stimulation to encompass total engagement and designation response.

His right hand begins descent with deliberate patience that builds anticipation beyond comfortable parameters.

Fingers trailing along sensitive skin with movements that catalog nerve endings and response patterns through systematic exploration and judicial assessment. Each contact point sends heat racing through while analytical mind attempts to predict destination and intended technique.

When his touch reaches my folds, the contact triggers immediate response that defies conscious control.

Slick gathers with renewed intensity as my body recognizes proper stimulation and approach to pleasure delivery. His fingers glide through accumulated evidence of arousal with ease that speaks to generous preparation and readiness.

"I want to see how long you'll last," Sable murmurs with predatory satisfaction that suggests challenge rather than simple pleasure delivery. "I'm pretty good at making my Omega squirt for me in ten seconds."

The claim proves so audacious it triggers immediate skepticism despite his obvious capability and expertise.

"There's no way," I protest with conviction that challenges judicial assessment while acknowledging his superior experience and analytical capability.

His chuckle carries dark amusement that suggests knowledge I lack regarding female anatomy and responsiveness.

"You don't even know what I mean by squirting," he observes with accuracy that stings despite the obvious truth regarding my limited experience and education gaps.

Heat floods my cheeks as I recognize the validity of his assessment.

Theoretical knowledge proves insufficient preparation for practical application and technique that transcends basic function or designation compatibility.

"Even if I don't know the context," I argue with stubborn pride that refuses to concede defeat without resistance, "no man can please his woman in ten seconds."

The challenge emerges with more confidence than tactical wisdom might suggest appropriate given his obvious capability and expertise.

Yet something about his presumption triggers a competitive instinct that transcends rational assessment to encompass territorial pride and design dignity.

His smile develops with gradual intensity that suggests anticipation rather than offense at my tactical challenge.

"If that's true," he responds with judicial authority that transforms disagreement into formal wager with established stakes and consequences, "you better be ready to suck my cock all the way to the base."

The proposed penalty sends immediate arousal coursing through my system despite attempts to maintain analytical detachment.

The mental imagery of taking his impressive length completely—feeling Alpha anatomy stretching my throat beyond comfortable parameters while demonstrating submission and compliance—creates a response that transcends rational consideration.

I open my mouth to argue the terms or request clarification regarding specific performance requirements.

Yet before protest can form into coherent verbalization, his fingers glide into my core with surgical precision that eliminates capacity for rational thought or objection.

The penetration proves immediate and comprehensive.

Two fingers sliding through generous slick with ease that speaks to preparation and receptivity. His digits stretch internal muscles with gradual pressure that builds toward overwhelming without crossing into discomfort or trauma.

A moan escapes my throat despite attempts to maintain some semblance of tactical control.

The sound carries notes of surprise and mounting pleasure, an authentic response to proper stimulation and technique that demonstrates his superior experience and judicial expertise.

"How are his fingers so damn filling?" I question through sensation that threatens to overwhelm cognitive function and assessment.

Alpha instincts extend to manual dexterity and capability that exceeds normal human parameters.

His fingers prove thicker and longer than anticipated, reaching internal spots that my own exploration never adequately addressed despite theoretical knowledge and familiarity. The fullness creates satisfaction that speaks to designation compatibility and responsiveness.

"Ten," Sable announces with clinical precision that marks the commencement of demonstration and temporal challenge.

His fingers begin movement with methodical thoroughness that prioritizes technique over simple mechanical stimulation.

Deep strokes that reach internal nerve clusters with accuracy that speaks to comprehensive anatomical knowledge and spatial awareness. Each penetration creates pressure against sensitive areas while withdrawal provides contrasting sensation that builds systematic pleasure.