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Could I comfort this great man? “I’ll do my best, Your Lordship.”

“I know you will. You’re adorable, sweetheart. Just hearing you call me Your Lordship in your soft, serious voice makes my balls ache.”

That meant he desired me a lot, right? My heart thumped faster. His Lordship wrapped his hand around my thigh, his fingers nearly meeting, and lifted my leg.

“One day, I’ll knock you up. For now, keep my dick warm, my sweet pet, and let’s watch my boys play. Look how horny you’ve made them. I’ll have to ream their asses all over again.”

The great alpha cock burrowed into my body anew, gliding inside on slick and cum. I groaned, sore and excited at the same time, but the sound got drowned by Angelo’s and Raphael’s ecstatic cries.

His Lordship pushed in deep and stilled, keeping me stuffed like a turkey. He massaged my cock into hardness, and soon, I began rocking on instinct, eager to feel the big shaft gutting me again.

Milking my cock in his fist, His Lordship grazed my ear with his teeth.

“Come for me again and then you can watch me fuck them one by one.”

It didn’t take long. My hole tightened, burning around the hard shaft, but my pleasure was greater than my discomfort.

His Lordship hummed happily when I spilled over his fingers. He fed the drops to me, and I sucked his fingers clean one by one.

“Such a sweet, eager mouth.”

Instead of thanking him, I kissed His Lordship’s palm.

“You must be sore now. I’ll take care of these five and draw you a bath.”

He carefully retreated from my hole and patted my ass cheeks. There was a flood between my legs, all the cum and slick leaking out, but His Lordship didn’t seem to mind stained sheets. He winked at me before yanking Angelo to him with a playful growl.

I watched His Lordship mount his five companions one by one, fucking them until they squealed and sobbed. His Lordship’s omegas were taken care of with equal thoroughness. After he satisfied them all, they cuddled like a pile of sleepy kittens, and he sprayed their tangled bodies with his seed. They licked it off each other.

His Lordship then lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bath. He washed my crease and rubbed oil into the chafed skin. I felt strange being pampered by the great man who was so above me, but His Lordship kissed my forehead and said, “Don’t worry, little pet. We’ll spoil you rotten.”

4

I grew up in a village not far from His Lordship’s residence, went to school there, and never traveled farther than the nearest town. I didn’t mind. The world outside seemed too vast and scary for me. I had worked at the mansion since I was old enough for the job. My superiors liked me for my quietness and diligence, but I’d been invisible to anyone else.

When I’d been promoted to upper-floor servant, tending to the needs of His Lordship’s five omega companions, our majordomo had been proud of me. He’d said my modest nature made me ideal for the position and praised my discretion.

I would never find out what he thought of me now.

I wasn’t a servant anymore. Instead, I had become the sixth omega of His Lordship Heath Thornton and the youngest of his husbands.

His Lordship told our majordomo I would be released from my duties, and that the upper-floor servant tasks should rotate among senior staff. He also said he needed more privacy, and nobody should roam the upper floor unless called or during set cleaning hours.

I was grateful to His Lordship for the changes, but it felt strange not having to work.

“There’s no shame in your being a former servant,” His Lordship said at breakfast, two days after I’d been claimed. “But keeping me sated is hard work in itself, little pet. You can’t be our servant and our lover at the same time, understand?”

Sitting on His Lordship’s lap, naked because His Lordship had asked me to remain bare to please everyone’s eyes, I said, “Yes, Your Lordship,” which earned me a kiss on my temple and a teasing caress over my soft cock.

“You’re not a servant anymore, Sesto,” Angelo said, his tone somewhat expectant.

“I know, Master Angelo.”

“Do you like calling me that?” he asked.

I felt my cheeks heat. I couldn’t imagine calling him anything else. “I do, Master Angelo.”

“You might not be aware of it, dear Sesto,” Elliot said, “but your timidity and obedience make you a rare gem in Heath’s collection.”