The Last Omega

The Heat Part II - The Daughters

You were out for a day and a half after your Lady had her way with you. The Lady stayed there most of the time, like a guard dog, not letting anyone get too close while you were unconscious, taking care of you, cleaned you, and made sure that when you wake up, you are properly fed with the blood wine and healthy. A painkiller was placed on the side table to be administered in case of need to ensure you won't be too sore. But the wine should be enough for you.

The girls are restless. Since the day your heat came, they couldn't see you. The Countess made sure that for the time being, you were hers, showing her power to its limits. Nobody would dare to touch you or take you away from her sight. But your scent was so strong that in any place the girls went, they felt your presence there with them.

Daniela at one point even shed a tear, from the agonizing situation they were facing. This need to have you for themselves was transforming them into feral beasts. The daughters were aggressive. Some poor maids didn't have much luck when they crossed paths with one of them. The Head maid had to make arrangements in the cleaning schedule to avoid the maids being harmed by the daughters. If it weren't for their fear and respect for their mother, you would be locked away with all of them in a room and the key would be lost somewhere.

You wake up the next day, feeling your body heavy. The silky sheets under you do little to comfort the weight. You open your eyes slowly, and the first thing you see is a pair of burning suns looking directly at you. There she is. Your alpha. Your Lady. The moment she sees your eyes opening, she's by your side. Making sure that you are ok. She was a bit worried that something was wrong, even knowing about your immortality.

You lift your upper body and lean your back on the headboard. She's caressing your face. Her expression is soft. You are so precious. You take a deep breath and try to relax, feeling her near you calm your mind and body. She has this power over you. With a soft voice, she asks "How are you feeling, darling girl?" You open your eyes again and look at her. She gives you a smile. "I'm feeling alright" You reply with a shy smile back to her. The palm of her hand on your cheek, you bask in her affection, pressing your cheek in it, so she holds your face in her palm. She melts with the gesture. "I'm glad that you are ok. I was a bit worried when you didn't wake up. I thought that maybe I did some harm to you in some way". You see the look of guilt in her eyes. You try to reassure her "I'm ok. You didn't hurt me".

You stay a few minutes like this, both of you relaxing on the bed. She's caressing your hair now. Not looking at anything in particular, you ask her "How are you feeling, my Lady"? She kisses the top of your head "I'm feeling calm. All thanks to you, precious girl". You sign, relieved that you were able to help her calm down. She reaches for the bottle of blood wine and the glass. Pouring the thick red liquid in two glasses she hands one for you. "Drink it dear, it will make you feel stronger". You take the glass and press it to your lips, already smelling the copper and fruity aroma coming from it. A vintage, going down your throat smoothly and warming your body.

Now invigorated by the wine coursing through your veins, its healing properties at work, you try to move and get out of bed. But before you could though, the gentle hand of the Lady stops you. Looking at her quizzingly, she averts her gaze for a moment, and when she looks back again at you she says "We need to talk" with an air of seriousness. You nod and settle yourself more comfortably on the bed. She does the same and holds both of your hands.

Breathing deeply, she begins, "I am calm, my dear, and deeply appreciate what you have done for me. You have managed me marvellously, and my dragon is content and satisfied because of your efforts. But, I cannot say the same for my daughters." She gazes at you with a bit of melancholy. "You see, they are unsettled. What you have done to me pales in comparison to the impact you have had on them. They comply because of me, their mother." You gently clasp her hands with the utmost care your petite hands can muster. You understand the influence you have on the alphas and are aware of the effect they have on you in return. Your omega essence ignites each time one of them is in close proximity. It is only rational that they experience the same sensation. She continues, "At this moment, I sense them. Through our cadou connection, I feel their emotions. I feel how miserable they are."