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I would very much like to go to the Red Room again. Maybe I’d be like Raphael and could feed my beloved lord and master once a week.

“You’re eager to get impaled and bitten,” His Lordship murmured as his eyes bored into my soul.

“I liked the burn, Sir,” I admitted.

His Lordship stepped back and sighed. “You’re extraordinary, omega. Now go. I need to work.”

I bowed and hurried to the sunroom.

Angelo waited for me with his arms open.

“How did it go?”

“I don’t know, but he seemed pleased with me. I don’t know what it means, but he seems to think it’s strange that I didn’t faint.”

Smiling, Angelo tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You really are a treasure, aren’t you?”

I did indeed recover fast. In just three days, His Lordship admitted he couldn’t smell any weakening in my blood.

“It’s unusual,” he said.

“Does it mean you can feed from me again?” I dreamt about the burning lust and about being restrained and impaled, even about the pain. The red monster wasn’t scary in my mind anymore; it was my alpha, just thirsty, a bare soul that needed soothing, and I wanted so much to soothe my lord and master.

His Lordship frowned.

“Not yet. We should wait, just to be sure.”

“But you’re thirsty,” I whispered. “You haven’t fed last night, and the others aren’t ready yet.”

“I can wait. You rest.”

I wouldn’t dare to talk back.

The next night, His Lordship took Meo. When he returned, Meo dozed in his arms with a soft smile on his face. I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of envy.

On the fifth evening after my first visit to the red room, His Lordship was gone for business. He returned late, annoyed and tired. We tended to him, washing him, kissing him, sucking his cock and riding it, and he bent us over one after another, fucking us as hard as our frail human bodies allowed.

In the middle of the night, I woke up for no reason. The bedroom was quiet aside from the soft breaths of the sleeping omegas. The air was heavy with the scents of our cum and slick, a smell that I’d learned to love. The cozy nest of pleasure and joy was my home now.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed His Lordship staring at me. His features were marred with tension, and I knew what he needed.

“Take me, my lord and master,” I whispered. “You say I’m recovered. Drink from me, please.”

“It’s too soon. You need at least a week.”

“But my blood isn’t weak anymore, Sir.”

“Are you a good pet, omega? Or are you stubborn and rude?”

I blushed. “Forgive me, Your Lordship. You decide.”

Seconds passed as I closed my eyes and waited. I wanted to beg for forgiveness again, but I was afraid to speak when I wasn’t asked another question.

Then His Lordship took a deep breath.

“Follow me,” he whispered and rose from the bed, careful not to jostle his other five lovers.

I padded behind him, naked.