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Sable's low chuckle vibrates through his chest and into my back with predatory satisfaction that acknowledges my obvious reaction to the visual display and demonstration.

"Just seeing your Alpha so aroused for you makes you want to be filled, doesn't it?" he whispers directly into my ear with breath that carries his own distinctive scent signature—aged paper and storm clouds now layered with masculine musk that speaks to mounting desire and response.

The question cuts through any pretense of tactical control to address fundamental truth about my current state and need.

Awareness cataloging the emptiness between my legs, the way my internal muscles clench with anticipation of penetration and comprehensive satisfaction.

My body demanding fulfillment through the proper technique and application of Alpha capability.

"Yes," I admit with breathless honesty that bypasses tactical consideration in favor of genuine confession and willing vulnerability.

Heat floods my cheeks as the admission emerges without conscious filtering or strategic calculation.

The mere thought of being filled—of having Alpha anatomy stretching me beyond comfortable parameters while providing the satisfaction my designation demands—creates arousal that transcends rational timing or practical consideration.

My pussy clenches involuntarily at the mental imagery, internal muscles responding to fantasy with physical manifestation that speaks to readiness and preparation.

"You're being so good for me," Sable praises with judicial authority that acknowledges compliance while recognizing the effort required for such honest vulnerability and cooperation. "Following every order, showing us exactly what we want to see."

His approval sends warmth through my system that transcends simple satisfaction to encompass validation of choices made and trust offered despite circumstances that should demand tactical caution.

"So I'm going to reward you," he continues with promise that suggests escalation rather than conclusion of current intimate education and demonstration. "I'm going to let you experience what it's like to squirt. Okay?"

The unfamiliar term creates curiosity that mingles with anticipation and mounting arousal.

Education provided comprehensive knowledge yet somehow failed to address specific phenomena or advanced techniques that transcended basic reproductive function and designation compatibility.

"Okay," I agree with enthusiasm that masks uncertainty about exactly what systematic reward he intends to provide through continued guidance and judicial instruction.

But first, his attention shifts toward Riot with authority that encompasses both Alphas within current proceedings and established hierarchy.

"You can release your cock if it's so uncomfortable," Sable states with clinical precision that acknowledges obvious physical distress while establishing clear behavioral parameters. "But you cannot stroke yourself yet. That's an order."

The permission proves limited yet significant—relief without gratification, exposure without satisfaction.

I watch fascination as emotions war across Riot's features with readable intensity that speaks to internal struggle. Perception detecting micro-expressions that reveal frustration at continued restraint warring with determination to achieve eventual reward through compliance.

Rebellion flickers in his dark eyes like controlled flame—challenge to authority that exists within acceptable parameters while recognizing superior positioning and judicial oversight.

Yet beneath territorial resistance burns something approaching desperation that speaks to genuine need rather than simple response or designation programming.

His desire for eventual participation transcends mechanical function to encompass emotional investment and pack recognition.

The determination that settles across his features suggests acceptance of terms despite personal cost and discomfort.

Alpha discipline proving superior to immediate gratification when properly motivated through structured reward systems and clear behavioral expectations. Professional restraint applied to intimate dynamics with characteristic precision and methodical thoroughness.

His hands move to the waistband of his boxers with deliberate precision that speaks to careful control despite obvious urgency and mounting pressure.

The fabric slides down his muscular thighs with movements that reveal Alpha anatomy with stunning clarity and comprehensive display. His cock springs free from constraining material with visible relief that speaks to physical pressure and discomfort.

The sight steals what little breath my recent climax left me with.

Alpha instincts proving as impressive as theoretical knowledge suggested, yet somehow more striking when witnessed through direct observation rather than academic study. His shaft stands rigid against his abdomen with thickness that promises comprehensive stretching and satisfaction beyond normal parameters.

Prominent veins map the length with vascular complexity that speaks to circulation and development.

Pre-cum beads at the swollen head with generous evidence of arousal and preparation, each drop catching available light with crystalline clarity that announces readiness and tactical capability. The sight triggers fresh arousal that makes my mouth water.

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