Page 179 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

The pressure of his impressive length against my thigh announces readiness and mounting urgency.

Considerable dimensions that promise comprehensive stretching and territorial claiming, Alpha anatomy that has clearly developed alongside the rest of his formidable frame.

"I can feel your heat building," he whispers against sensitive skin with rough appreciation that acknowledges designation reality. "Getting stronger every hour despite recent satisfaction."

His observation carries accuracy that makes my pussy clench with involuntary response.

"This is the best way to tame it," he continues with conviction that acknowledges immediate necessity while promising future comprehensive attention. "Until we're free and the pack can indulge in you properly."

Understanding flows regarding his intentions and pack dynamics.

Not simple territorial claiming but strategic management of designation response, immediate relief that preserves tactical capability while promising eventual celebration of freedom and reunion.

His positioning shifts with Alpha precision as impressive head finds entrance through accumulated slick.

The contact creates exquisite pressure that speaks to size compatibility and designation harmony, natural preparation meeting Alpha capability in perfect alignment.

Without warning or gradual introduction, he thrusts forward with controlled force that seats impressive length completely.

The penetration sends my back arching against artificial bark as considerable dimensions stretch internal muscles beyond comfortable parameters. The sensation creates perfect balance between satisfaction and challenge.

The polymer tree vibrates with each impact as he establishes rhythm that prioritizes depth over speed.

Artificial construction transmits kinetic energy through resonance that creates additional stimulation, institutional engineering applied to intimate enhancement through environmental interaction.

Sweat begins beading on our skin as exertion and arousal combine with the artificial atmosphere.

His distinctive scent intensifies through physical effort—woodsmoke and leather now carrying undertones of masculine musk that speak to mounting desire and territorial claiming.

My own arousal signature mingles with his in combinations that create atmospheric complexity beyond simple pheromone concentration.

Cardamom and cinnamon blend with his earthy notes, the mixture becoming almost too sweet in its perfection. The combined aroma proves so intoxicating it makes my head spin with biological recognition and designation harmony.

His technique proves relentless in its territorial intensity.

Each stroke reaches depths that trigger responses I didn't know existed, nerve clusters stimulated through Alpha intuition that operates beyond conscious knowledge.

"Fuck," I gasp as sensation threatens to overwhelm cognitive function despite attempts to maintain environmental awareness.

The sound draws immediate response as his pace increases with territorial satisfaction.

"Louder," he commands with rough authority that acknowledges both pleasure and possession. "Let this fake forest hear exactly how good I'm making you feel."

His demand sends electricity through nerve endings already singing with mounting pleasure.

The next thrust drives deeper, angled to hit spots that make stars explode behind my eyelids. The moan that tears from my throat carries notes of pure satisfaction that echo through synthetic woodland with crystal clarity.

Our combined scents continue intensifying through proximity and mounting arousal.

The atmospheric cocktail becomes so concentrated it seems to hang in the artificial air like visible presence, chemical communication that announces successful mating and pack bonding with unmistakable authority.

His breathing grows labored as control fragments under territorial imperative.

"Six years of running mazes," he groans against my lips with rough emotion. "Six years of wondering if I'd ever feel you wrapped around my cock like this."

The confession sends my internal muscles clenching around his impressive length.

Recognition of accumulated desire finally finding expression, territorial need that transcended rational assessment to encompass emotional investment despite minimal original interaction.

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