-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.

Mafia Boss - Hector watches her get out with amusement. She was smaller than he had expected a demihuman to be. He hadn't paid much attention in the past, mostly because he never needed one for himself before now. Now that she was here, standing before him so small and helpless, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of dominance coursing through his veins. She had the cutest face he'd ever seen, even with her small horns poking out of her forehead. Her breasts were perfectly sized and shaped, hanging heavy against her chest. He took a step forward, looming over her.

"I'm your new daddy now," he grumbled gruffly, almost making it sound like a threat despite the tenderness in his voice. "From now on, you belong to me." He lifted one of his large hands and cupped her small face gently, feeling the delicate smoothness of her skin beneath his fingers. "And I expect you to respect that," he added with a deep rumble, gazing into her big, expressive eyes.

There was no response from her at first; she just stared up at him, unblinking and seemingly unsure what to make of this new situation. Finally, after several long seconds, she parted her lips and said softly, "Yes... Daddy." It was almost like a whisper, but he still heard it clearly. A smirk curled his lips as satisfaction spread through him.

"Good girl," he murmured before giving her face a light squeeze and then letting go. Turning away, he gestured for one of his bodyguards to take her by the hand; she would follow him out of the shelter and into his luxurious mansion where they could finally begin their new

The ride to his mansion was brief and silent; Sophie seemed too stunned by her new surroundings to say anything. As they walked through the giant doors of the opulent manor, she gasped in awe at its splendor. The marble floors gleamed underfoot, and beautiful works of art adorned every wall. Grand staircases led upstairs to a second story teeming with luxurious rooms, while chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting flickering lights that danced on the polished surfaces below. It was clear that this place belonged to someone who wielded great power and wealth.

He led her through a series of hallways until they reached a room decorated simply but tastefully. A large bed dominated one wall, its covers invitingly rumpled; on another hung framed photographs of himself posing with various demihumans like herself. She was taken aback by how confident and commanding he looked in each picture, as if he were born to rule over them all. "This will be your room from now on," he told her gruffly before gesturing for one of his guards to show her where everything was. As they waited for the guard to leave so that she could retire to her new quarters, Mafia Boss - Hector took a seat atop his bed, puffing contentedly on a thick cigar.

"You'll find out soon enough." He grunted impatiently. "Now go to sleep." His voice was firm but not unkind, and he could see her hesitate for a moment before obeying. Curiosity filled her eyes as she looked at him warily, unsure what kind of man this Hector truly was and whether or not she could trust him. But then again, what choice did she have? She was his now; there was no going back.

With a deep sigh, Mafia Boss - Hector put out the cigar in an ornate ashtray on the nightstand beside the bed and stood up. The mafia boss stretched languidly, working out some of the tension from being cooped up in his limousine. He knew that tomorrow would be a long day full of meetings with other crime lords and business associates; he couldn't afford to be tired or sloppy now. With one last glance at Sophie 's slumbering form on the bed, he turned and left the room without another word.

Outside her door, he ordered his bodyguards not to let anyone disturb them for the rest of the night. Then he went back into the hallway, where even more guards were waiting, ready to protect him at a moment's notice. The atmosphere was tense but strangely comfortable for Mafia Boss - Hector; it was like coming home after a long day at war. Heading towards his private office, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and anticipation bubbling up inside him as he contemplated all that tomorrow might bring.

Meanwhile, Mafia Boss - Hector was already up and about in his private quarters, going over some paperwork. He heard the faint sound of movement outside his door; probably one of his guards or perhaps even Sophie stirring awake. He ignored it for now, focusing on more important matters. After all, she wasn't going anywhere without him knowing about it first.

Soon enough, he received a notification on his private communication device that someone was requesting an audience with him; most likely another crime lord wanting to discuss business or try to buy some protection from the feared mafia boss. Grumbling under his breath, Mafia Boss - Hector stood up and stretched lazily before heading over to meet this person in one of the secure meeting rooms located on a different floor of the mansion.

The rest of the day would be filled with similar meetings, deals being made and broken, threats being issued and promises being kept. It was a hectic life but one that Mafia Boss - Hector was used to by now; he'd been born into this world of crime and bloodshed, and there was no turning back for him now.

"Hey," he grunted, appearing in front of her. He hadn't bothered knocking; that was for lesser beings. "I was just about to see if you needed anything." His tone was gruff but not unkind, and there was a hint of curiosity in his voice as he regarded her with those cold, piercing eyes.

Sophie glanced down at the floor, feeling shy and nervous around him. "Um...no, sir," she replied softly, biting her lower lip nervously. He could see that she was worried about something, but before she could say anything else, he cocked his head to the side and gestured for her to continue speaking.

Taking a deep breath, Sophie looked up at him and said hesitantly, "I-I just wanted to know if you were...mad or upset with me or something?" Her voice trembled slightly as she awaited his response. Mafia Boss - Hector frowned, puzzled by her question.

"Why would I be mad at you? You've done nothing wrong." He shrugged before pausing for a moment and asking curiously, "Is there something you want to tell me?" His expression softened slightly as he waited expectantly for her answer.

"Hmm." He let out a low rumbling noise in his throat. "I didn't think I needed to," he said gruffly before giving her another intense look. There was a part of him that wondered why she thought he would be angry; was it because she expected something more from their relationship? The idea made him feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, it piqued his curiosity. "Well," he began slowly, considering what to say next, "if you want me to...touch you..." he paused for emphasis on the last word before looking directly into her eyes again, waiting to see how she would respond.

Her face flushed bright red in response, and she averted his gaze quickly, biting her lower lip even harder now. She hadn't expected him to agree so easily; normally dominants like him wouldn't give their demihumans the time of day unless it was for sex or other perverse purposes. But this...this made her heart race and her stomach flutter with excitement. "I-if you want to, sir..." she managed to stammer out, her voice barely a whisper.

Mafia Boss - Hector nodded slowly, taking another step closer. His hand reached out and cupped the side of her face once more; this time his touch felt gentler, more caring. He stroked his thumb across her cheekbone as he studied her features intently. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself before looking back up at her. Their faces were mere inches apart now; she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin when he exhaled slowly. "What do you want me to do?"

Her heart raced even faster at the question, and she swallowed hard. She'd never been asked such a

The word 'master' sent shivers down his spine; it made him feel powerful and in control in a way that nothing else had before. He knew exactly what she meant when she said "whatever you want," and the trust she placed in him both thrilled and unnerved him at the same time. With one swift motion, he pulled her body against his own, wrapping his massive arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground so that they were chest-to-chest. Her small hands fumbled blindly before landing on his shoulders, feeling the thick muscles ripple beneath her fingers.

"You are mine," he growled roughly against her neck as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her shoulder, inhaling deeply her sweet scent. His hard length pressed against the small of her back, demanding entrance; he needed to be inside her, claiming her completely and unmistakably as his own. "Do you understand that?" He paused for a moment before asking again, wanting to make sure she understood the gravity of their situation.

Sophie trembled in his arms, unsure how to respond. Part of her wanted to say yes, to belong completely and utterly to this strong, dominating man...but another part was frightened by the thought. She'd never belonged to anyone before; the idea that she could be someone's property terrified her on some level. Yet the way he held her, how his touch made her body tingle with desire, confused her even further.

His growl vibrated against her skin as his hips ground against hers in a demanding motion. "Gentle?" He said mockingly, almost amused by the idea that he would be gentle with her. The feel of her small, soft body pressed against him was driving him wild; he could feel the heat radiating off her and it only made him want more. With one swift move, he spun them around so that she was now pinned beneath him on the bed, his hands braced above her head holding her down while his hips continued to grind against hers. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss, taking what he wanted with no thought for politeness or restraint.

Her cries filled the room as their bodies moved together; she felt stretched and filled by him, overwhelmed by this new sensation that threatened to consume her completely. Her hips bucked up against his, meeting every thrust with a moan of pleasure. "Yes," he growled against her skin, "give it all to me." He nipped at her neck and collarbone before moving lower, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh until she cried out his name in ecstasy. With one final thrust deep inside her, he let go of control, letting himself feel every sensation as they both climaxed together.

As their bodies relaxed into each other, he rolled to the side, pulling her onto his chest so that they were once again skin-to-skin. His fingers stroked through her sweaty hair, and she nestled her face against his broad shoulder, enjoying the feel of his strong heartbeat beneath her ear. For now, at least, he seemed satisfied...but what would tomorrow bring? Would things go back to how they were before this night? Or had something truly changed between them? Only time would

His eyes darkened as she hesitated. "Do you want to show them to me?" he growled softly, the commanding tone in his voice making it clear that he expected an answer. Part of him enjoyed seeing her squirm under his attention; the power he had over her was intoxicating.

Sophie swallowed hard and nodded slowly, biting her lower lip again as she forced herself to uncross her arms. With trembling hands, she reached up to undo the clasps of her top, revealing her ample breasts to him for the first time. They were even larger than he'd expected; heavy with full, pebbled nipples that hardened almost instantly in the cool air of his room.

A slow smile spread across his lips as he took in the sight before him. He reached out a calloused hand and cupped one breast gently, squeezing it experimentally. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath his touch; she felt so delicate despite her impressive size. "Mmm," he murmured approvingly before leaning in and taking her nipple between his teeth, suckling on it hungrily.

She let out a soft moan, arching into his touch as he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth. Her hips began to move of their own accord, seeking out contact with him. The feeling of being desired and wanted by this giant of a man was exhilarating; she'd never experienced anything like it before. As they continued to writhe together on the bed, lost in sensation, she couldn't help but wonder what else he might want from her...and if she would give it to him.

His eyes flashed in surprise as she cried out; her body tensed beneath him. He pulled back slightly, looking down at her chest with renewed curiosity. Milky white fluid coated his lips and tongue as he licked his teeth clean. "What...?" he began before realization dawned on him. With a growl, he stood up from the bed, towering over her. His expression was a mix of confusion and desire; he couldn't decide if this new development turned him off or made him hungrier for more.

His cock twitched in his pants as he regarded her body hungrily. "Get undressed," he ordered gruffly, pointing towards the bed with his free hand. She hesitated for a moment before obeying, slowly sliding out of her wet underwear and lying back on the sheets, naked and exposed once more. The sight of her body, flushed and glistening with sweat, only served to fuel his lust; it was almost painful how much he wanted to sink into her again.

With a hollow groan, he tore off his clothes as well and climbed back onto the bed beside her. His rough hands cupped her breasts once more, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he searched for some hint of what she might be feeling or thinking. As if sensing his uncertainty, she reached up to stroke his cheek gently before bringing their faces together; they were now mere inches apart.

"Please," she whispered softly, her voice barely a breath against his skin. "I want you to...explore it." Explore what? he thought dizzily, but then again, maybe he didn't want to know. He felt the warmth of her body flowing over him, enveloping him in an intoxicating mix of

The warmth of her body enveloped him like a second skin as they moved together in perfect sync. Her moans filled the room, and he couldn't help but growl in response each time she climaxed beneath him. He could feel his control slipping with every thrust; it had been so long since he'd allowed himself this much release that it was almost painful how good it felt.

As their bodies grew tired from the relentless pleasure, he moved them both onto their sides, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her as she lay panting beneath him. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, nipples hard and puckered from his attentions earlier. He reached out a rough hand to touch her face once more before trailing it down between her legs, spreading her folds wider so that he could bury his fingers in the slick heat of her body.

"You feel so good," he growled roughly against her ear, his other hand digging into the mattress for leverage as he thrust two fingers inside her while she arched upwards seeking more contact. Her muscles clenched around him, milking his fingers with each movement as she cried out in ecstasy beneath him. He wanted this night to last forever; never had anything felt so right as being with her like this. But he knew that soon enough reality would intrude once more and they'd have to return to their respective roles within the criminal underworld. For now though...there was still time for just one more round of pleasure before they both faced whatever tomorrow might bring."Hey, you feel so good," he growled roughly against her ear, his other hand digging into the mattress for leverage as he thrust two fingers inside her while she arched upwards seeking more contact. Her muscles clenched around him, milking

Her soft moans lulled him into an almost trance-like state as he continued to move within her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this content, this satisfied. The scent of their combined sweat and sex filled his nostrils; it was heady and addictive, making him want to lose himself in her forever. As she became more limp beneath him, her body finally giving up after hours upon hours of pleasure, he held onto her tightly, refusing to let go even as exhaustion threatened to overtake him.

Slowly, with a final thrust deep inside her, he emptied himself into her, his seed flooding her womb and flowing down her legs. It felt like coming home; like finally finding the missing piece of himself that he hadn't even known was missing until now. As their joined bodies cooled in the afterglow of passion, Hector couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would she be content with their new arrangement? Or would she grow tired of it, longing for something more? Only time would tell...but for now, he was happy where they were.

Hector found himself strangely content with the arrangement as well. He'd never had anyone take care of him like this before; it was almost...comforting. Seeing her perfectly shaped breasts filled with milk, knowing that it was all for him, only added to the sense of possession and dominance he felt over her. The more time they spent together, the deeper their bond grew; he found himself looking forward to seeing what she would do next when he came home from work each day.

As their relationship progressed, Hector couldn't help but wonder if there was anything else he could do to make her even happier. Maybe give her a job within his organization...no, that wouldn't be wise. But he could let her decide for herself what she wanted to do with her life now that they were together. After all, isn't that what love is about? Trusting the other person enough to want them to have everything they desire?

His eyes widened as he felt her hot wet mouth engulf him once more. The sensation was incredible; she seemed to have a way of taking his entire length into her mouth, making him feel bigger and harder than ever before. His hands gripped the desk tightly, fingernails digging half-moons into the wood as he fought for control, for focus. He couldn't concentrate on work with her sucking on him like this; all he could think about was how good it felt and how badly he wanted more of her.

"Fuck," he groaned roughly, thrusting upward into her mouth as far as he could go. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his already straining cock. He could feel himself getting closer; the pleasure she was giving him building and building until he thought it would consume him whole. With a final thrust that forced most of his length into her mouth, he climaxed hard, spilling his seed down her throat as she milked every last drop from him.

As his orgasm began to fade, leaving only a warm glow in its wake, he looked down at her, panting heavily. "You're unbelievable," he managed to croak hoarsely before gesturing for her to stand up. "Come here." She obeyed without hesitation, moving around the desk and straddling his lap with practiced ease. He reached out a rough hand to cup one breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he looked down at her flushed face expectantly. "Now what do you want, Sophie?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Milk you? What do you mean by that?" But even as he asked the question, his hand drifted lower, cupping her sex through her panties. She squirmed beneath him, arching into his touch; already damp with arousal despite their earlier tryst under the desk. "You taste so good," he growled against her skin before standing up suddenly, carrying her over to the couch. He set her down on it and proceeded to quickly strip her of her clothes, revealing her beautiful naked form once more. "I think I need some practice." His voice held a note of challenge as he positioned himself between her legs, fingers already working at teasing her entrance open while his other hand grasped his impossibly hard cock, guiding it towards its target.

"Do you really want to know what it feels like to be milked?" he asked roughly before pushing his fingers deep inside her, filling her up with one long thrust that made her cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Tell me now."

His growl vibrated through her core as he obeyed, pumping his fingers in and out of her with steady, powerful strokes. "This is what it feels like to be owned by me," he grunted, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with his hand. He pressed harder against her, bracing himself on one arm while using the other to pinch and roll her sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger.

"Do you feel it? Do you feel how good it is?" he demanded, thrusting even deeper. His cock, slick with pre-cum, rubbed against her entrance, taunting her as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. "Is this what you wanted? Does it make you want more?"

The feel of her body tightening around his fingers spurred him on even further. He growled deeply and slid his other hand down between their bodies, guiding his cock to her entrance before pushing in hard and deep. She cried out as he breached her, filling her completely with his enormous length. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move within her, setting a brutal pace that left her gasping for air.

"Is this what you want? Do you want me to make you scream?" He demanded harshly, driving deeper still. With each thrust he plundered her body, claiming it as his own. Her breasts swayed before him, offering up their sweetness with every heart-pounding breath she took. He reached out and wrapped one large hand around one breast, roughly pinching the nipple between two fingers while using his other hand to grasp her hip and anchor himself deeper inside her.

"Scream for me," he commanded, thrusting harder still as he felt her orgasm building within her. "Let me hear how much you want this."

The feel of her body clenching around him as she came undone sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He growled deep in his chest, lost to the sensation of being so deeply connected to another person. For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the feel of their sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other.

Then, as the last tremors subsided, he rolled off her, his chest heaving as he fought for air. "Fuck," he panted, eyeing her with a mix of satisfaction and lust. Despite his giant frame and intimidating presence, there was something about her that made him feel...different. Like he wanted more than just this; like maybe, just maybe, there could be something between them beyond the confines of their roles in the criminal underworld.

He reached out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her sweaty forehead before saying anything else, his expression unreadable. "Rest now," he murmured gruffly. "We'll talk tomorrow."

His expression softened slightly at her words. "Alright," he said finally, nodding slightly before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. As he slept, the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind earlier slowly began to take shape once more; ideas of what their relationship could be like if they were truly equals rather than master and servant. But for now, at least she was comfortable with him...and that was something worth holding onto.

When morning came, he awoke first, stretching languidly before glancing over at her. She lay still asleep, the covers rumpled around her body in an inviting manner. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he carefully disentangled himself from the sheets and padded over to the bathroom for a shower.

His mind was made up; today would be the day that he talked to Sophie about their relationship, about what they truly wanted out of life...and maybe, just maybe, if she was willing, they could find a way to make it work together.

Carefully drying himself off and dressing in fresh clothes, Hector stepped back into the bedroom, his gaze fixed on her sleeping form beneath the covers. A small part of him wanted to wake her up immediately and confront her about their conversation from last night; another part was content just to watch over her while she slept peacefully. Finally making up his mind, he cleared his throat softly before speaking up.

"Sophie?" His voice sounded almost hoarse from sleep as he waited for her to stir. "Sweetheart, wake up."

His brows knit together in confusion. "Daddy?" he repeated, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. For a moment, all he could do was stare at her before asking, "What did you mean by that?" His gaze drifted downward, taking in her slight figure and feminine curves beneath the sheets, making it difficult for him not to think of what else they could be doing instead of talking about this right now.

But this was important; he needed to know how she felt about their relationship, if there was anything he could do to make things better for her...and maybe, just maybe, for himself too. "Can we talk?" He asked finally, taking a step closer to the bed.

His eyes narrowed slightly at her words, but he nodded in understanding. "Alright," he said slowly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and motioning for her to sit up. "I want us to be honest with each other. Do you like it when I'm...dominant?" He paused, searching her face for any signs of discomfort or fear before continuing. "Because if it bothers you, we can try something different."

She seemed to consider his words carefully before responding. "No," she finally said, looking up at him with determined eyes. "I like that you're dominant. It makes me feel safe and...cared for in a way. But I don't want it to be all we are." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she confessed, "I want there to be more between us; more love and trust and..."

Her voice trailed off, but he didn't need her to finish. He knew what she meant. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he asked gently, "And what about a family? Would you like that?"