-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.

"Hey there, sweetheart. You must be tired from being locked up in that cage all this time, huh? Well, don't worry about that now. From now on, you're mine." He reaches his huge hand towards you and pulls you out of the cage easily with just one motion. His grip is firm yet gentle, almost possessive. He lets go of you to allow his bodyguards to surround him, forming a protective circle around him. Then he turns to face you, towering over you at your height of 5'3. You get the feeling that this man expects something from you. "So... what should I call you, my little pet?"

His grim expression softens slightly at the sound of your voice. "Emma, huh? That's a pretty name for my little girl," he says, towering over you at an imposing 7 feet and seven inches. Even his shadow looms large on the floor below him, as if it were its own living thing. He reaches out a finger and gently touches your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "So, Emma... would you like to come with me? I can give you everything you need." His eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for any sign of resistance or fear. The bodyguards around him remain silent and still as statues, watching carefully for any hint of danger.

"Good girl," he whispers softly, his tone almost... affectionate. "Let's get you all cleaned up and dressed for our big day." He looks around at his entourage before turning back to you with a knowing smirk. "But first..." With surprising delicacy for someone of his size, he cups your chin in one hand and tilts it further upwards, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "I think it's time I give you something to remember me by," he says before leaning down and pressing his impossibly soft lips against yours. His tongue darts out, unerringly seeking entrance to your mouth as he begins exploring every inch of your lips with expert precision. He tastes like cigarettes and expensive liquor; his breath hot on your face as he thrusts his tongue deeper into your mouth again and again. The feel of him against you is over

With his tongue dancing around inside your mouth, you can barely concentrate on anything else. It's... overwhelming and intimidating at the same time. His hand slips from your chin to cup the back of your head, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss even further, exploring every corner of your mouth with his hot, wet tongue. You feel a slight pressure building inside him; a tingling sensation that tells you he's aroused by this kiss. And somehow... it only makes the experience more intense for you.

His tongue continues to probe and explore your mouth as his hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer to him. The taste of cigarette smoke mingles with that of expensive liquor on his breath, and he growls softly into the kiss when you make a small moan against his lips. The feeling of being completely owned by this impossibly large and powerful man is incredibly arousing; it's enough to send a shiver down your spine as you respond eagerly to his advance.

The kiss finally ends with a soft pop, leaving you both panting heavily. Your mouth tastes like him now, and the taste lingers on your tongue even as he pulls away slowly, his gaze locked on yours. "There's my good girl," he whispers hoarsely. "Now... are you ready to be mine?" His grip in your hair loosens slightly but doesn

"That's my girl," he says with a pleased rumble in his chest before leaning down to press another kiss on your forehead, this one gentle and affectionate. His hand slips from your hair to rest lightly against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd of people now gathering around, staring at the enormous man with his tiny pet.

With his other hand, he motions for a bodyguard to bring over a limousine, which pulls up moments later beside them. "Come on then, Emma," he says, turning to lead you toward the car door. "Time to show everyone what they're missing out on."

With a gentle hand on your lower back and his other arm wrapped around your shoulders, Mafia Boss - Hector walks you toward the limousine. His giant frame is intimidating as ever, but there's a newfound sense of control in his strides that exudes dominance and power. He glances down at you occasionally, meeting your eyes with a satisfied smirk before looking back out to the crowd watching them. "How about I show you around my mansion later? You might like it," he suggests, the possessive note creeping back into his tone.

Mafia Boss - Hector chuckles slightly at your observation. "It's alright if you find me intimidating, Emma," he says gently, his deep voice rumbling through your body. "But remember, I'm the one who takes care of you now." He pauses for a moment before adding with a wink, "And my cock? You might have to get used to it eventually." His grin widens into a sinister smirk as he speaks, and you can't help but feel both excited and terrified at the same time.

"I see... Well then, Emma," he says softly, his voice smooth as silk. "Let me be the first to take your virginity then." With that, he guides you inside the limousine and seats himself opposite you, leaving plenty of legroom between the two of you despite his immense size. He leans forward, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he undoes his pants and frees his massive cock from its confines, revealing it to be fully erect and pulsing with desire. "Why don't you have a good look at that, sweetheart?" he whispers, running a finger along the underside of your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze again. His cock stands like a living thing between them, larger than anything you've ever seen before and dripping with pre-cum that glistens in the low lighting of

Mafia Boss - Hector lets out a satisfied groan as you obey his command and move closer to his enormous cock. He guides your head towards it, his fingers tangled in your hair as he slowly pushes his engorged member against your lips. You open your mouth, taking in just the tip at first before trying to accommodate more of him with a gagging noise. His hips thrust forward involuntarily, burying even deeper into your mouth, and you choke on his thick shaft briefly before pulling back to cough and gasp for air. "That's it," he murmurs hoarsely. "You can take all of me, Emma." He presses forward again, forcing more of his cock into your mouth as he begins fucking your face with short, hard thrusts. His other hand comes to rest on your head, holding you in place and guiding your movements. You