Page 165 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

The possessive designation sends liquid fire racing through already overwhelmed by dual stimulation.

Recognition of belonging that transcends simple sexual conquest to encompass emotional investment and pack dynamics. Not just physical satisfaction but psychological validation through successful partnership and fulfillment.

His release hits with intensity that fills my mouth with salt and something uniquely his.

The taste proves overwhelming yet somehow addictive—creating an immediate craving for continued experience and repeated engagement. Each pulse provides additional flavor while his grip in my hair maintains positioning for complete consumption.

The moment his climax completes, permission flows through judicial authority with immediate effect.

"Now," he commands with rough affection that acknowledges my successful compliance while granting long-awaited authorization. "Let Riot taste every drop."

My orgasm explodes through nerve endings with devastating force that overwhelms conscious control.

Wave after wave of pleasure cascades through while my cry emerges muffled around his softening length. The intensity transcends previous experience through delayed gratification and systematic buildup that creates pressure beyond normal parameters.

Behind me, Riot responds with predatory enthusiasm that matches his combat methodology.

His mouth seals against my folds with vacuum precision while his tongue works to capture every drop of release that flows with generous abundance. The technique demonstrates appreciation rather than simple cleanup—worship through comprehensive consumption and recognition.

Liquid gushes from my core with force that speaks to comprehensive arousal and successful stimulation.

Not just simple lubrication but ejaculation that proves my body's enthusiasm for current engagement and compatibility. Evidence of satisfaction that transcends normal parameters through proper technique and pack dynamics.

Riot's groans of appreciation vibrate against sensitized flesh as he drinks deeply.

The sounds carry genuine pleasure at taste and texture, recognition creating immediate addiction to my distinctive signature. His technique shifts from stimulation to consumption with thoroughness that speaks to territorial claiming and pack possession.

My entire body convulses with aftershocks that prove more intense than the initial climax.

Each wave sends fresh sensations cascading through, overwhelmed by dual stimulation and delayed gratification. Breathing comes in ragged gasps while muscle control proves temporarily compromised by comprehensive pleasure and satisfaction.

Sable's hands are gentle in my hair as he guides me off his softening length with judicial care.

The withdrawal allows normal breathing patterns to resume while creating space for verbal communication and emotional connection. His touch speaks to appreciation rather than dismissal—acknowledgment of successful performance and mutual satisfaction.

I collapse forward onto my elbows as strength abandons muscles overwhelmed by pleasure.

The position provides necessary support while allowing continued access for Riot's thorough exploration and comprehensive cleanup. Recovery begins immediately, yet requires time for complete restoration and recalibration.

Riot continues his dedicated consumption with enthusiasm that transcends simple technique.

His tongue works methodically to capture every trace of release while his hands massage my thighs with gentle appreciation. The combination of thorough attention and tender contact creates belonging that transcends simple sexual engagement.

When he finally withdraws with visible reluctance, the loss of contact creates immediate longing for continued connection.

His breath ghosts across sensitized flesh while his hands maintain contact that speaks to reluctance for complete separation. The territorial instinct to maintain contact apparently extends beyond active engagement into recovery periods.

The three of us remain motionless for several heartbeats as our breathing patterns normalize and we process the overwhelming experience.

Sweat glistens on skin while pheromone signatures gradually stabilize from peak concentration toward more sustainableatmospheric levels. Yet satisfaction radiates through shared space with warmth that transcends simple physical exhaustion.

When Riot's voice finally breaks the charged silence, it carries authority that suggests ongoing rather than concluded engagement.

"Switch."

The single word hangs in the air like a promise as Riot and Sable exchange positions with fluid grace.

My body trembles with aftershocks from the most intense climax I've ever experienced, yet anticipation builds anew as Riot moves to kneel before me. His presence radiates different energy than Sable's judicial control—raw power barely contained beneath tactical precision, predatory hunger that makes my pulse spike despite recent satisfaction.

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