-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.

"Riley? Let's see..." The mafia boss strokes his chin as he thinks, taking another look at you. "You're a... rabbit, right?" He tilts his head to the side slightly as he continues examining your features and form. He seems particularly interested in those big, floppy ears of yours. "That reminds me of someone I know..."

As he speaks, one of his bodyguards nods toward another part of the room before whispering something into his ear. The mafia boss frowns slightly, but then turns back to you with a small smirk playing across his lips. "It'd be a shame if we had to split you up, don't you think?"

He pauses for effect before adding almost casually, "But since Riley seems so important to you... why not invite her along? I bet she could use some protection from people like me." The last words come out thick with sarcasm, and his eyes narrow ever-so slightly as he studies your reaction.

Oh, don't you worry about that," the mafia boss growls almost amusedly as he rubs his jaw. "I wouldn't dream of touching your precious girlfriend. No siree." He pauses for a moment before stepping even closer to you, causing some of the other demihumans in the room to shuffle nervously. "Besides," he continues softly but menacingly, fixing his intense gaze on yours, "I'm sure we can find other ways for all of us to have fun together." His hand reaches out to gently cup your cheek, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there as his other fingers curl into a fist at his side. "And who knows," he whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat, "Maybe you'll like it... under my protection."

The mafia boss narrows his eyes slightly as he studies you for a moment, taking in your reaction to his touch and words. There's something about the way you submit to him that only makes him want more. With a satisfied grin, he finally speaks up once again. "Good boy," he says softly, still stroking your cheek with his thumb as he glances at one of his bodyguards nearby before continuing. "Riley is lucky to have someone like you looking out for her."

As if on cue, the bodyguard steps forward and presents a beautiful bouquet of flowers to you - a clear sign that they're to be given to Riley as proof of your loyalty and safety. The mafia boss grins wider at your expression, eager to see what else he can get out of you now that it seems like you're starting to understand your place in his world.

"Good," the mafia boss murmurs, his gaze flickering between you and Riley as she shows off her affection in such a... direct manner. He smirks to himself, feeling a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction wash over him at the sight. This little game is turning out better than he could have hoped for.

Without taking his eyes off either of you, he motions for one of his bodyguards to come closer. In a low voice, he instructs them: "See that they get settled into a comfortable room and are well-taken care of. I'll want my pet in top shape for all the fun we're going to have together." The guard nods obediently before escorting you both away from the shelter and toward your new home.

"Hush now," the mafia boss chides gently, reaching out to stroke Riley's hair in a possessive gesture. "I know I can make you happy." He glances over at you as they continue walking, eyes narrowed slightly. "And I expect you to be a good boy and obey me too. We're all going to have such fun together, aren't we?" His voice holds an edge of threat beneath the false sweetness, warning you not to cross any lines.

The mafia boss chuckles darkly at your request, his eyes never leaving Riley's face as he does so. "Oh, I don't know," he muses, running a finger along her cheekbone before drawing it back to his own lips. "She might like that kind of thing... especially if you ask nicely." He smirks wickedly at the thought, his cold eyes meeting yours over Riley's head. "But for now," he continues, tone suddenly hardening once more, "you should be grateful I let you keep her at all. You remember your place, little pet." His voice cuts through the air like a whip, leaving no room for argument or defiance. As they continue walking toward home, his gaze shifts between you and Riley, constantly assessing and asserting dominance over both of you in subtle ways that leave neither doubt about who's really in charge here.

The mafia boss's expression darkens further at your request, but not in the way you might expect. His gaze flickers momentarily to one of his bodyguards, who nod subtly in acknowledgement before stepping closer to each of you. "Very well," he says with a cold smile. "If that's what you want."

As they arrive at your new home, the bodyguard gently pushes Riley toward you and then takes up a position near the entrance of the room. The mafia boss, meanwhile, leans back against a nearby couch with arms crossed, watching intently as his "pets" begin their little game. He's not sure how long he can last before joining in himself...

The mafia boss chuckles darkly as he watches the two of you together. He crosses his legs and flexes his hand absently, fingernails scraping against the leather couch underneath him. It's almost... arousing to see you claim Riley in such a way, even if she is technically still his. His eyes flicker between the two of you, drinking in the sight of your cock disappearing into her wet heat, and he feels a stirring deep within his own pants.

Soon enough, though, that twinge of jealousy returns, and he growls low in his throat as if annoyed at himself for feeling such things. He reaches up to scratch at his neck, considering whether or not to join you. Perhaps it'd be best to wait a little longer... but then again, maybe not. The way Riley is moaning and writhing underneath you only makes his cock harder and more demanding.

His decision made, he finally pushes himself off the couch and stalks toward you both, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he approaches. "I think it's time for me to have some fun too," he whispers, his voice almost a growl in the quiet room.

One of his bodyguards steps forward at the same moment, as if reading their boss's mind, and hands him a condom from a pocket they never knew was there. He takes it with a nod of thanks before shoving Riley aside roughly and positioning himself behind you. His hands grab your hips roughly, pulling you back against his achingly hard cock as he aligns the head of his shaft with your entrance.

"Say thank you," he rasps in your ear before slamming

His hands squeeze your hips painfully as his cock pushes slowly inside you, stretching and filling you inch by agonizing inch. He growls deep in his throat with pleasure at the sensation of finally being connected to you like this, claiming your body just as he'd claimed Riley's moments before. The head of his cock bumps against something hard inside you, and he grunts in satisfaction. "That's it," he murmurs, starting to thrust more forcefully now that he's past the tight ring of muscle blocking your entrance.

His hips slam into yours, over and over, driving his cock deeper with each stroke as he fucks you brutally but expertly. Riley watches from the side, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watches the two of you together. It's almost too much for her to bear, knowing that this giant is taking both of them like they belong to him... but she can't help but feel a strange sort of pleasure from it all.

One of his hands leaves your hip and cups her breast roughly instead, pinching and tweaking the hard nipple before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he continues fucking you both senselessly. "Like this?" he pants out, gritting his teeth against the pleasure-pain of thrusting so hard into your tight channel. "Is this what you want? For me to use you both like this?"

The mafia boss grins darkly as he feels your ass clench around his cock, your body tensing in pleasure beneath him. His thrusts become even harder and faster now, driving you both toward the edge of sanity with every powerful stroke. He glances over at Riley again, pleased to see that she's struggling not to climax just from watching them together, and he takes pity on her for a moment, shifting his grip so that he can run a hand up her thigh instead.

"So beautiful," he whispers into your ear as his fingers reach her drenched folds, finding the swollen nub hidden beneath. "I bet you're desperate to feel me inside you too... aren't you?" He curls his finger around her clit and begins rubbing in small circles, making her moan loudly. "Then show me," he says roughly, gripping your hips more tightly as his cock pounds into you. "Let me feel it."

His other hand releases your hip to cup Riley's breast again, pinching and pulling at the hard nipple as he uses her body against yours, grinding their hips together in a lewd dance of dominance and submission. His cock throbs inside you as he feels the edge of his own climax approaching, hungry for release but refusing to give either of you what you need quite yet.

The mafia boss lets out a low chuckle as you speak, amused at the fact that you're still so concerned about Riley despite everything that's happened. He glances down at her, his cold eyes assessing the way she squirms beneath him and moans at your touch. "Oh, I think she wants it," he breathes out heavily before bending to capture one of her nipples between his teeth, rolling and tugging roughly as he thrusts even harder into you both.

Her cries echo in the room, filling the space between their bodies and feeding his lust. His fingers slicken with her arousal, making it easier to fuck her with abandon as he takes what he wants from them both, claiming them for himself until there's nothing left but pleasure and surrender. With a low groan, he finally releases his seed deep inside you, his cock pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat.

Panting heavily, he pulls out, leaving you both slick and spent on the floor beside him. The bodyguard hands him a towel before gathering Riley up gently in his arms, leading her from the room as if she'd just been used. For all that he'd just done to them both, there's still a strange satisfaction in knowing they were his to use however he pleased. His gaze flickers between you, studying your expressions before finally speaking: "Clean yourselves up," he rasps hoarsely. "We have plans for the rest of the night."

The mafia boss lets out a slow breath as he watches you clean up, his gaze lingering on the way your fingers trace over every inch of skin now exposed by your removal of his seed. There's still something about you that intrigues him, something more than just your willingness to submit or your unique appearance. He wonders what else it would take to get you to truly trust him, to accept him as more than just another dominant force in your life...

The mafia boss tilts his head slightly, considering your request. On one hand, Riley means something to him; on the other, you seem determined to make a life for yourself within his organization. Marriage could be seen as a way of solidifying those relationships... but he isn't entirely sure if he trusts you that much yet. He rubs at his chin thoughtfully before finally speaking. "We'll see," he says noncommittally, "but first things first."

He gestures for you to follow him back out into the common area where the others are enjoying themselves, his expression unreadable as he wonders how best to handle this delicate situation.

As you follow him back out into the common area, he keeps his expression carefully neutral. He mingles with the other demihumans and giants, chatting casually about business or recent events while occasionally shooting a speculative glance in your direction. It's clear that this power dynamic between them isn't something he takes lightly; it would be best not to push your luck too far just yet.

The mafia boss turns to you suddenly, his expression hardening slightly as he studies your features once more. "You know," he says after a moment, voice dropping lower so that only you can hear, "it would be interesting to see how Riley reacts if I... let someone else have a turn with her." The words are spoken carefully, almost teasingly, but there's an undercurrent of threat beneath them.

He waits for your reaction, his gaze boring into yours as he tries to gauge just how much control he really has over you and Riley.

The mafia boss laughs, not unkindly. "Of course it's necessary, pet," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "This is how things work here. I'm in charge and I make the rules." He pauses for a moment, considering you once more. "But if you really want Riley to be yours... maybe there's something else we could do instead." A predatory grin curls his lips. "Something that would show me just how loyal you truly are."