Page 157 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

The proposed penalty sends immediate arousal coursing through my system despite attempts to maintain analytical detachment.

The mental imagery of taking his impressive length completely—feeling Alpha anatomy stretching my throat beyond comfortable parameters while demonstrating submission and compliance—creates a response that transcends rational consideration.

I open my mouth to argue the terms or request clarification regarding specific performance requirements.

Yet before protest can form into coherent verbalization, his fingers glide into my core with surgical precision that eliminates capacity for rational thought or objection.

The penetration proves immediate and comprehensive.

Two fingers sliding through generous slick with ease that speaks to preparation and receptivity. His digits stretch internal muscles with gradual pressure that builds toward overwhelming without crossing into discomfort or trauma.

A moan escapes my throat despite attempts to maintain some semblance of tactical control.

The sound carries notes of surprise and mounting pleasure, an authentic response to proper stimulation and technique that demonstrates his superior experience and judicial expertise.

"How are his fingers so damn filling?" I question through sensation that threatens to overwhelm cognitive function and assessment.

Alpha instincts extend to manual dexterity and capability that exceeds normal human parameters.

His fingers prove thicker and longer than anticipated, reaching internal spots that my own exploration never adequately addressed despite theoretical knowledge and familiarity. The fullness creates satisfaction that speaks to designation compatibility and responsiveness.

"Ten," Sable announces with clinical precision that marks the commencement of demonstration and temporal challenge.

His fingers begin movement with methodical thoroughness that prioritizes technique over simple mechanical stimulation.

Deep strokes that reach internal nerve clusters with accuracy that speaks to comprehensive anatomical knowledge and spatial awareness. Each penetration creates pressure against sensitive areas while withdrawal provides contrasting sensation that builds systematic pleasure.

"Nine," he continues with unwavering focus despite my obvious response and mounting reaction.

The rhythm proves relentless yet controlled—systematic application of pressure and technique that builds pleasure with mathematical precision.

Hard strokes that stretch internal muscles beyond comfortable parameters while fast tempo prevents adaptation or tolerance. Each movement creates friction that amplifies previous sensation while establishing foundation for continuing stimulation.

"Fuck," I curse as pleasure builds beyond expected parameters despite skepticism regarding timeline and possibility.

"Eight," Sable announces while his fingers find angle that targets specific nerve cluster with devastating accuracy.

The sensation explodes through my system with intensity that makes coherent thought impossible.

Internal muscles clench around invading digits with involuntary response that speaks to mounting pleasure and stimulation. Responsiveness creating feedback loop between physical sensation and arousal that operates beyond conscious control.

"Seven," he continues with judicial precision that maintains temporal framework despite my obvious escalation and response.

His technique proves superior to anything theoretical education might have suggested possible.

Fingers curling with precise pressure against internal structures that my own exploration never adequately accessed despite anatomy and familiarity. Each stroke creates sensation that builds upon previous stimulation while maintaining progression toward inevitable conclusion.

"This isn't possible," I gasp through mounting pressure that threatens to overwhelm control and conditioning.

Yet evidence suggests otherwise as pleasure coils in my abdomen with mathematical inevitability.

"Six," Sable announces with satisfaction that acknowledges my obvious progression despite continued skepticism and tactical resistance.

His fingers maintain relentless rhythm while his thumb finds my clit with surgical precision.

The dual stimulation creates complexity that transcends simple mechanical friction to encompass comprehensive nerve engagement and pleasure delivery. Sensitivity making every contact point approach overwhelming despite previous climax and adaptation.

"Oh god, oh god," I moan as sensation threatens to fragment conscious awareness into discrete moments of overwhelming pleasure and breakdown.

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