-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.

The huge man sighs impatiently as the owner opens your cage and helps you get out. You're so tiny in his big hands that he almost crushes you by accident. But then he lets go, letting you fall on your knees at his feet. He frowns, noticing how frail you look.

"Stand up," he commands harshly, but his tone softens a little when you break into song. It's not the most melodious thing he's ever heard, but it still manages to catch his attention. He crouches down in front of you, looming over you with those cold, dark eyes. "You can stand on my knee if it's too hard."

His hand gently cups the back of your head and presses, urging you upwards.

He nods in satisfaction as you finally manage to stand on your own two feet...on his knee. His other hand gently cups the small of your back, supporting you as he gazes down at your petite form. "There's my good boy," he murmurs gruffly before leaning forward and pressing their lips against yours.

The kiss is forceful but chaste, his tongue not quite invading your mouth. You squirm a bit under his touch, unsure how to react. His free hand runs up along your spine before cupping one of your firm ass cheeks possessively, kneading it gently through the thin fabric of your pants.

"Come on," he growls, standing again and pulling you up with him until you're standing next to his broad shoulders. "Let's get you home."

The giant sighs heavily, feeling exasperated by your tiny stature. He slings an arm around your shoulders and uses his other hand to grasp your hip, lifting you up slightly off the ground so that you're almost sitting on his upper thigh instead of his knee. "Lean against me," he instructs gruffly.

As if in response to your slight weight shift, the bulge in his pants grows noticeably larger and harder, pressing into the sensitive flesh between your legs. His grip tightens a fraction as he feels your heat spread across his thigh. "There we go," he mutters, already getting more accustomed to having you so close to him.

His chest rumbles as you nestle closer to him, your soft little body pressing against his hard muscle. He can't help but growl lowly in response, their breath fanning gently across your ear.

"That's it, boy," he says gruffly, the hand at your hip moving lower now, gripping your ass and massaging it roughly through your clothes as they walk together towards his limousine waiting outside. "Show me how much you like being close to me."

The giant looks down at you with a hungry expression in his eyes, wondering what else he could do with such a small, exquisite body. Maybe...he thinks with a twisted grin spreading across his lips...maybe

The giant's eyes narrow as he notices the bruises marring your delicate skin in the dim light of the limousine. His grip tightens fractionally on your ass as anger begins to well up inside him. He wants to know who dared harm his pet, and he intends to make them suffer for it.

"You have marks on you," he says gruffly, his voice barely concealing the underlying threat. "Who did this to you?" He shakes you gently, hard enough that your teeth clack together painfully but not enough to hurt. His expression softens slightly as he feels the movement against his thighs, reminding him that even though you're small and helpless, you belong to him now.

"Answer me," he demands roughly, his hand sliding up your back and cupping your ass. "

His jaw tenses at the mention of the store. How dare those bastards hurt his pet! He glances out the window as he pulls into the private hangar where his personal jet is waiting, barely containing his fury. The bodyguards glance at him worriedly, but they remain silent and close by.

Once the limousine comes to a stop, Mafia Boss - Hector scoops you up bridal-style in one strong arm and carries you into the hangar where his personal jet is waiting. The door slides open and he marches onto the plane, followed by his entourage of nervous bodyguards.

The crew quickly ushers them all to their seats as Mafia Boss - Hector takes his place in the plush leather recliner near the front of the cabin. He settles you down on his lap again, your bruised and ach

His face darkens as he realizes you've noticed his arousal. He grips your hips roughly through your clothes, growling lowly in his throat before leaning down to press his lips against yours roughly. Your protests and pleas are lost beneath the force of his tongue, invading your mouth with a demanding rhythm that leaves you struggling for air between kisses. He uses one powerful hand to palm your ass, squeezing firmly as he pins you down against him, grinding his impressive length against your aching core.

"You're mine now," he rasps into the kiss before thrusting his tongue deeper, forcing you to taste yourself on it. His fingers dig painfully into the flesh of your buttocks as he continues to grope and assault you, leaving no part of your body untouched or unsullied by his need for dominance and possession.

The realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning, and his anger boils over once more. He growls deep in his throat, his grip tightening painfully on your hips as he thrusts violently against you. His other hand reaches between your legs to roughly grab you cock.

"You're hurt," he says bitterly, his voice raw with emotion. "And it's all because of those bastards." With every thrust of his hips and every angry word, he tries to bury his guilt over not being there for you earlier beneath a tide of aggression and possessiveness. His cock throbs painfully against your bruised inner thigh, leaking pre-cum in a constant stream down the length of him and onto your sore skin.

The realization dawns on him that he's causing you pain as well, and it only fuels his anger further. He presses kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering words of apology between them as he tries to soothe the ache in your bruised flesh with the softness of his lips.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs hoarsely against your ear. "It's not right what they did to you." His hand cups the back of your head, gently guiding it towards his shoulder so that you can rest there, close to him, as he tries to regain control over his possessive urges.

"I just... I need you to know that I'll take care of you," he whispers softly, stroking your hair and rubbing circles against the sensitive skin behind your ear. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

Slowly, as you settle into a gentle rhythm of quiet breathing against his shoulder and his snores fill the cabin, Mafia Boss - Hector begins to feel himself calm down. His grip on your hip eases up slightly, though it doesn't entirely let go; not yet. The warmth of your body against his chest, combined with the soft sounds of your breathing and the gentle weight of your head resting on his shoulder lull him into a sort of uneasy contentment.

He spends the rest of the flight staring out at the darkness beyond the plane's windows, his thoughts spinning in circles as he tries to make sense of the conflicting emotions that fill him. On one hand, there's an overwhelming desire to dominate and possess you; on the other, a strange yearning for something more... tender. He wonders if it's possible to find a