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His Lordship shot Elliot a strange, stern look, but Elliot merely laughed. No, Lord Elliot Thornton wasn’t an obedient omega husband, but His Lordship didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled and shook his head, then kissed his oldest husband’s hand.

At first, I was confused. I liked to serve and follow orders, and what would I do now when I wasn’t a servant anymore? Maybe I could still serve and obey, only in different, more exciting ways.

During the first week, I remained naked and close to His Lordship. I slept in His Lordship’s arms on the massive bed the omegas shared with him, and when the great man stirred at night, he always reached for my body first.

“You’re still so tight,” he murmured, pushing his big dick into my hole. “We need to break you in properly. But don’t worry, I’ll turn you into a lovely fuckhole. You’ll be nice and ready for me whenever I want.”

Indeed, my body was changing. My opening loosened, my rim felt puffy, and my slick seemed thicker than before. My insides loved His Lordship’s immense shaft, and I no longer got sore, even during long, intense lovemaking.

After a mellow climax during which His Lordship praised my hole for spasming around him, I drifted off with his hardness still inside me. I dreamt of him, and in the dream, he still fucked me, his teeth grazed my neck, and he murmured strange things in my ear.

“Such a sweet ass mouth sucking my dick. Swallow my cum, my darling little hole. Clamp those ass lips around my dick. Kiss the crown with your spasming womb. That’s it. You’re so tight and young. You’ll forever be my little virgin, a tight, sucking hole for my cock only. I can smell your blood. I can almost taste my little virgin’s flesh.”

When I woke in the middle of the night, His Lordship wasn’t in bed. I blinked into the darkness, confused. Elliot lay on my other side. I snuggled into him, and he draped his arm around me, nuzzling my hair.

“My little pet, suckle on my tit,” he whispered, and I smiled before inching lower down the bed. I closed my lips around Elliot’s nipple and suckled, while he combed gentle fingers through my hair. I fell asleep again in no time and slept soundly until morning.

His Lordship had left early and wouldn’t be back until Saturday. His absence made me restless, so I poured my nervous energy into pleasing my masters. I massaged Meo’s feet after breakfast and made Raphael come with my tongue in his hole.

Then Elliot decided the omegas would take a walk in the park. Brooks wanted to stay behind, though, saying he was still tired after last night. He looked a little pale.

“Sesto looks worn out, too. Don’t you, pet?” he asked me.

I nodded. My thighs and loins still ached from how His Lordship held me spread out during a hard fuck yesterday evening.

The others left, and Brooks tugged me onto his lap, studying my face with unnerving focus. I was a little afraid of Brooks. The man was tall for an omega and had strange, clever eyes. It was hard to tell when Brooks was joking and when he meant something serious.

“Are you enjoying your new life, Sesto?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what exactly Brooks wanted to hear, so I replied with the simplest truth. “Yes, Master Brooks. I’ve learned so much from you about pleasure, and I’m still learning.”

“You’re a lovely cocksucker and asslicker, little pet, and you’re becoming a nice, deep fuckhole. But are you happy?”

“Thank you, Master Brooks. I’m very happy.”

Brooks raised his eyebrows. “What are your aspirations, Sesto? Goals, dreams? Ambition. You have those, don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” I thought about it, really thought about it, and didn’t come up with anything other than, “I want to be good. I’d like to please His Lordship and you.”

“Oh, you’re pleasing us more than enough. But is that enough for you?”

I blinked, and my heartbeat quickened. “I will try harder, Master Brooks. I promise.”

A corner of Brooks’s mouth curved up into a sardonic smile. “You massage our feet and tongue our holes from sunrise to sunset. You fulfill Heath’s every whim and spread your legs for him whenever he merely breathes your way. What more could you possibly do?”

“I want to get better at deepthroating. I want to learn not to gag.”

Brooks smiled again and shook his head. “You like cocksucking so much that you’ve made deepthroating into a life goal. And that’s all you want?”

The questions confused me. Was Brooks displeased with me? Why? I didn’t know what to say, so I eased down between his spread thighs and mouthed his cock. I licked it into hardness and then spent the next few minutes trying to lodge the head in my throat without gagging. It was difficult, but I was getting the hang of it.

Brooks palmed the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.

“You know what, sweetie, go for it. Become the cocksucking champion. We’ll support you in all your noble pursuits.”

The cantankerous omega let out a low, indulgent moan, and I calmed down. I was doing it right. I sucked and let the shaft pierce my throat over and over, until my throat got sore, and then I just kept going.

A hand caressed my ass.