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His words carry perfect balance of praise and degradation that makes my pussy clench around Riot's invading tongue.
Something about being acknowledged for skill while simultaneously being reduced to base function appeals to instincts I'm still discovering. The contradiction creates cognitive dissonance that somehow intensifies physical sensation rather than diminishing focus.
I moan around his cock as the combination of praise and crude assessment sends fresh heat pooling in my abdomen.
The vibration of my vocalization draws an immediate response—his hips jerking slightly with involuntary reaction despite judicial attempts at controlled participation. His breathing grows more labored as my technique improves through practice and feedback.
That's when Riot's hand connects with my ass in sharp slap that sends pain and pleasure cascading through interconnected sensations.
The impact creates a perfect counterpoint to his gentle tongue work—contrast that intensifies both sensations through comparison and tactical variation. My pause in oral technique earns immediate correction through the physical reminder of multitasking requirements.
The sting radiates across my skin with warmth that somehow enhances rather than detracts from mounting arousal.
Pain transforms into pleasure through that I don't fully understand, nerve endings interpreting impact as stimulation rather than threat. The heat spreads across my skin like liquid fire while his tongue resumes its devastating exploration with renewed intensity.
"Don't you dare stop," Riot's voice carries a muffled command against my folds, breath creating additional sensation that makes my thighs tremble with barely controlled restraint. "Keep working on his cock while I devour this sweet pussy."
His crude language sends electricity racing through nerve endings already hypersensitive from dual stimulation.
The way he claims ownership of my body through possessive description creates belonging that transcends simple physical contact. Not just sexual engagement, but territorial marking through verbal dominance and possession.
I resume movement along Sable's length with renewed enthusiasm despite the overwhelming sensation building between my legs.
My lips stretch around his considerable girth while throat muscles accommodate impressive depth that challenges normal anatomy. Each stroke creates friction designed to build pleasure while maintaining sustainability for extended performance.
Riot's hands massage my ass cheeks with surprising gentleness that contrasts beautifully with his aggressive oral technique.
Large palms knead sensitized flesh while thumbs trace patterns that speak to appreciation rather than simple positioning. The tender contact provides a grounding sensation amid overwhelming stimulation—an anchor point that prevents complete sensory overload.
His tongue continues its relentless exploration with precision that suggests comprehensive anatomical knowledge.
Each thrust penetrates deeper while his lips create suction that draws soft tissue into an optimal position for maximum nerve stimulation. The technique transcends random exploration to encompass pleasure delivery designed to build toward inevitable climax.
My body begins trembling with intensity that speaks to approaching a heightened threshold.
Muscles clench involuntarily as pleasure builds beyond comfortable parameters, each pass of Riot's tongue bringing me closer to the edge that promises comprehensive satisfaction. The pressure coils in my abdomen with growing urgency that demands immediate release.
Desperation bleeds into my movements as the need for climax threatens to overwhelm tactical consideration.
My pace along Sable's shaft increases beyond sustainable parameters, technique sacrificed for speed as imperative overrides conscious control. The approaching orgasm makes concentration nearly impossible despite the understanding of multitasking requirements.
That's when Sable's hands thread through my hair with sudden authority that stills my movement with judicial precision.
His fingers tangle in magenta and teal strands before gripping with pressure that borders on painful yet somehow intensifies arousal rather than creating genuine discomfort. The grip provides control that overrides my increasingly frantic rhythm.
"You can't cum until I do," he states with authority that acknowledges my obvious desperation while establishing clear behavioral parameters. "I want to watch Riot slurp every bit of your release."
The command hits with devastating force that makes my pussy clench around Riot's tongue with involuntary response.
Delayed gratification transformed into exquisite torture through judicial oversight and control. The promise of eventual satisfaction somehow intensifies current sensation while creating anticipation that transcends simple physical pleasure.
My whimper of protest emerges muffled but unmistakable around his considerable length.
The sound carries genuine distress at denied release despite intellectual understanding of his reasoning and tactical advantage. Rooted imperative wars with judicial authority in conflict create an additional layer of psychological stimulation.
Rather than acknowledging my protest, Sable presses my head further down his shaft with controlled pressure that eliminates the remaining distance.
My nose finds purchase against coarse hair while his impressive length fills my throat completely, challenging anatomical limitations through careful application of authority and instruction. The position requires total relaxation to avoid discomfort despite the obvious physical challenge.
"You're going to do it for the Silent Judge, aren't you?" he whispers with rough affection that transforms command into an intimate request despite obvious authority and established hierarchy.
The personalization of our dynamic sends warmth through my chest that has nothing to do with mounting arousal.
Recognition of individual connection beneath roles we play, acknowledgment that submission emerges from choice rather than inevitability or designation programming. Trust is manifested through willing compliance despite personal cost.
I manage the smallest nod possible given my current position, movement restricted by impressive anatomy filling my throat completely.
The gesture carries absolute commitment despite the obvious physical challenge. An agreement that transcends simple sexual compliance to encompass emotional investment and pack recognition.
Tears gather in my eyes as depth and duration challenge normal breathing patterns.
Not distress, but the response to rooted challenge and impressive dimensions that exceed comfortable parameters.
Yet something profound settles in my chest as understanding crystallizes regarding purpose and fulfillment.
This isn't degradation or simple submission—it's connection manifested through mutual pleasure. The satisfaction emerging from their responses transcends any discomfort through recognition of successful partnership and designation fulfillment.
For the first time since discovering my Omega nature, the designation feels empowering rather than limiting.
Not weakness to be overcome or curse to endure, but strength that creates pleasure and satisfaction for chosen Alphas who appreciate rather than exploit natural capabilities. Power through submission, control through willing surrender.
The realization proves transformative in ways I never anticipated.
Years of societal conditioning that painted the Omega designation as an inherent disadvantage dissolve beneath recognition of mutual satisfaction and harmony. This dynamic creates equality through complementary function rather than hierarchical oppression.
It depends entirely on the Alphas chosen—those who elevate rather than diminish, who empower through partnership rather than control through domination.
Riot and Sable provide a framework that transforms imperative into collaborative pleasure rather than one-sided exploitation. Respect is manifested through attention to my satisfaction alongside their own, consideration that transcends simple designation dynamics.
With renewed understanding comes fresh enthusiasm for current engagement despite physical challenge and desperation.
My throat relaxes further to accommodate Sable's impressive dimensions while Riot's tongue continues its devastating exploration with predatory precision. The dual stimulation creates harmony that transcends individual sensation through recognition of mutual purpose.
Riot's technique shifts with tactical precision that suggests approaching the climax despite my continued restriction.
His tongue finds my clit with accuracy that speaks to Alpha intuition, applying pressure that borders on overwhelming yet remains perfectly calibrated for maximum pleasure without crossing into discomfort.
My body trembles with increasing intensity as forbidden release builds toward unsustainable parameters.
Every nerve ending sings with anticipation while imperative demands satisfaction that judicial authority continues denying. The conflict creates exquisite torture that somehow intensifies pleasure through delayed gratification and control.
Sable's breathing grows increasingly labored as my enforced stillness creates a different stimulation pattern.
The constant pressure and warmth without movement apparently provides intensity that surpasses rhythmic motion through sustained contact and comprehensive engagement. His grip in my hair tightens as his own release approaches with visible urgency.
The atmospheric signature surrounding our intimate space has evolved beyond simple pheromone concentration into something approaching overwhelming.
Cardamom and cinnamon blend with salt and masculine musk, creating a cocktail that speaks to harmony and designation compatibility. Each breath draws the complex mixture deeper into designed specifically to process such chemical communication.
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