Page 152 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

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.OurOmega—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 structuredlearning 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.

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