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I liked it best when my masters could see that I was there for them. Angelo helped me choose the right outfits for that. I wore camisoles and corsets that revealed my nipples, so that my omega lovers could take a sip of my milk whenever they wished. Sometimes, I matched the tops with a pair of stockings, leaving my ass and groin bare for easy access, and sometimes I wore assless panties or tiny jockstraps.

It was important to me that my hole and nipples were exposed to my masters, available anytime they wished. I enjoyed feeling like a toy they could simply reach for and use, and not a single day had passed without someone’s cum in my stomach and ass.

Since I rarely ever left the mansion and knew the patterns in which the staff worked and moved, I hadn’t needed to dress in anything other than lingerie in weeks.

I sensed my masters liked it. They caressed my naked ass, dipped a finger in to test how wet I was, pressed a kiss to my nipple, or gave it a teasing pinch in passing. And whenever one of my masters was craving a more intense touch, I was there, half-naked, horny, and eager to please.

The others had work or some interests that kept them busy, but my time was filled only with love.

What a glorious life I lived.

When Elliot worked on his computer in the sunroom, I could sit on a pillow by his feet, leaning against his thigh, and Elliot would absentmindedly comb his fingers through my hair. When he seemed stressed or annoyed, I would suckle on his cock and balls. Or when Brooks and Meo discussed their plans and projects, I lay cuddled between them, their legs entangled, and even though I didn’t understand half of what they were talking about, I liked listening to their voices. I massaged their feet and daydreamed about how I’d soon be able to take a fist into my hole like Raphael could.

Angelo loved to experiment with clothes and make-up, and he and I often played dress-up. I took pictures of Angelo, sometimes tame and sometimes naughty. In return, Angelo dressed me in the most outrageous lingerie, ordered me to play with myself, and sent the photos to His Lordship.

I liked the deceptively innocent pieces the best. I wore one like that today. I felt so pretty and desirable in baby-blue lace with little bows and flowers, while my nipples jutted out obscenely. My pecs were full and heavy, spilling over the edges of the pretty corset, drops of liquid forming at the tips of my nipples. Below, the lace jockstrap barely contained my soft cock and balls.

Angelo appraised me, licking his lips. “Everybody is in the sunroom. If I show you to them as you are now, we’ll all end up fucking.”

I covered my chest with both hands. “Should I change?”

“Oh no.” Angelo winked and took my hand. “Let’s go.”

He led me straight to the sunroom, smiling happily.

Elliot and Raphael stood as soon as they noticed me. They came forward, and Raphael palmed my pecs. Elliot tapped my ass and kissed me. Meo and Brooks gazed at me from the sofa, their expressions expectant.

“He looks like a snack, doesn’t he?” Angelo asked.

Raphael was already suckling on my nipple, teasing small drops out.

“Tastes like one, too,” Brooks said, rising from the sofa and ambling forward. He wrapped his lips around my other nipple and took a small sip. “Mmhmm. Delicious.”

Meo watched them, gently stroking his cock.

The omegas loved my milk, but they could only drink it in small doses. They said it tasted divine and caused them pleasant arousal, yet without their alpha present, too much of the magical potion would make them needy and frustrated.

I felt so full of the nectar, though. I didn’t say anything, but I craved having my nipples sucked hard. The gentle suckling only made my pecs swell more.

“Fucking hell, your tits are dripping,” Raphael said, licking over my tingling nipple.

Affected by the venom in my milk, the omegas lost themselves in pleasure. Elliot fucked Meo while Brooks fingered his ass. Raphael ate Brooks out, and Angelo opened the drawers filled with toys, handing out dildos and plugs as if it were Christmas morning.

Riding Elliot’s face, I pinched my nipples. The milk dripped over my fingers, and I whined.

“They’re too full, aren’t they?” Angelo asked.

Biting my lip, I nodded.

Angelo drew my pec into his mouth with a groan. He adored being nursed, and sometimes he overdid it even when His Lordship wasn’t there to breed him and bring him relief.

But I didn’t stop him. The firm suction was bliss, and I came hard, my slick pouring into Elliot’s mouth.

After sucking my pecs empty, Angelo looked on the brink of a heat wave.

Brooks pulled him away. “That’s enough, greedy boy. Heath won’t be here to fuck you before at least nine.”

Whining, Angelo reached out for me. “Give me your fist, pet. Please!”