Page 162 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

The threat proves immediately motivating despite its playful delivery.

The prospect of losing the exquisite sensation currently building between my legs transcends any consideration of challenge or difficulty. Multi-tasking becomes survival rather than simple performance requirement.

I resume movement with renewed urgency that draws immediate chuckle from Sable.

His satisfaction at my obvious desperation proves audible despite attempts to maintain judicial composure and authority. Yet beneath amusement burns genuine pleasure at my eager compliance and tactical adaptation to circumstances.

My pace increases with precision that balances speed with sustained technique.

Each stroke along his considerable length creates friction designed to build pleasure while avoiding exhaustion that might compromise performance quality. Coordination allows complex oral manipulation that maintains rhythm despite the comprehensive distraction developing between my legs.

Riot's tongue proves relentless in its exploration.

No longer content with external stimulation, he shifts technique to penetrate my folds with precision that targets nerve clusters I'd barely known existed. Each pass sends fresh electricity through interconnected while building pressure that threatens to overwhelm conscious control.

The dual stimulation creates feedback loop between giving and receiving pleasure.

Sable's taste intensifies as my own arousal builds, salt and musk creating atmospheric complexity that announces biological satisfaction with unmistakable clarity. Each moan that vibrates around his cock draws corresponding groans that speak to mounting pleasure and appreciation.

My movements along his shaft grow faster with increasing confidence despite the overwhelming sensation building between my legs.

The scent filling our sanctuary has evolved beyond simple pheromone concentration into something approaching atmospheric transformation.

Cardamom and cinnamon now layered with salt and masculine musk, creating cocktail that speaks to biological harmony and designation compatibility. Each breath draws thecomplex mixture deeper into systems designed specifically to process such chemical communication.

Riot's technique shifts with predatory precision that suggests escalation rather than random exploration.

His tongue finds my clit with accuracy that speaks to Alpha perception and comprehensive anatomical knowledge, applying pressure that borders on overwhelming yet somehow remains precisely calibrated to build pleasure rather than create discomfort.

I whimper around Sable's cock as sensation threatens to fragment conscious awareness.

The sound emerges muffled but unmistakable, an authentic response to dual stimulation that transcends tactical consideration or performance requirement. Pure expression of mounting pleasure that carries no strategic calculation or restraint.

Yet I maintain rhythm despite overwhelming distraction, coordination allowing continued performance while biological systems respond to comprehensive stimulation.

My lips slide along Sable's considerable length with movements that balance technique with sustainability, each stroke creating friction that draws increasingly rough sounds from his throat despite judicial attempts at controlled response.

The wet sounds of intimate activity fill the air with complexity that defies simple categorization.

Oral engagement creates auditory evidence that mingles with the distinctive sounds of Riot's exploration between my legs, atmospheric confirmation of comprehensive pleasure, and satisfaction that transcends individual experience.

I take him deeper with each pass, throat relaxing to accommodate impressive length while Riot's tongue continues its devastation of my increasingly sensitive flesh.

The dual challenge creates exquisite tension between competing demands—maintaining oral technique while surrendering to mounting pleasure that threatens conscious control. Multi-tasking that requires capability and coordination despite overwhelming sensations.

My pace along Sable's shaft increases with desperate efficiency

The rhythm I establish along Sable's impressive length creates a symphony of wet sounds that mingles with Riot's increasingly aggressive exploration between my legs.

My lips slide with practiced precision despite the overwhelming sensation building in my core, each stroke drawing deeper groans from Sable's throat that speak to mounting pleasure and barely contained restraint. His taste intensifies with my increasing pace—salt and something uniquely masculine that makes my mouth water with recognition.

Behind me, Riot's tongue thrusts deep into my pussy with predatory hunger that steals what little breath I can manage around Sable's considerable girth.

The penetration sends shockwaves through nerve endings already singing from previous climax, each thrust of his talented tongue building arousal with mathematical precision. He explores my inner walls with the same tactical efficiency he applies to combat—methodical, thorough, devastatingly effective.

The dual stimulation creates exquisite tension between giving and receiving pleasure that threatens to overwhelm my ability to concentrate on either task.

My movements along Sable's shaft grow more desperate as Riot's tongue works magic between my folds, creating a feedback loop of mounting desire that transcends individual sensation to encompass total engagement.

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