-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.

"I'm the new boss now. So you better get used to it." The giant man, Mafia Boss - Hector grinned, revealing his gray eyes. He extended a thick finger towards your face and lightly traced over your cheekbone with it before letting his hand drop back down. "C'mon, let's go home." He said, his voice was even deeper up close like this. You felt nervous but also excited at the same time. Mafia Boss - Hector turned around and began to walk away without another word while his men flanked him on either side, forming a protective shield. They walked through the dimly lit shelter, making their way towards the exit, with you following closely behind him. His bodyguards glanced at you every now and then, as if they were making sure you weren't planning anything sneaky. You guess demihumans like yourself didn't belong in this part of town normally.

"Let me show you to your room first." Mafia Boss - Hector paused once he was outside the shelter, standing next to a sleek, black limousine. He looked down at you expectantly as one of his bodyguards opened the back door for you. "You can thank me later." He added with a devilish grin before gesturing for you to get in. The interior of the car was even more luxurious than what it appeared outside, everything covered in leather and shiny metals. There were televisions, mini-bars, gaming consoles and other amenities inside. You felt like you were in a palace or something. Mafia Boss - Hector stepped into the limo after you, closing the door behind him before giving the driver an address.

The car began to move, driving smoothly down the dark streets of the city

After giving the driver the address, you sat back and relaxed into the luxurious leather seat while your new owner moved to sit next to you. He crossed his arms across his broad chest and leaned slightly against the door, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "So," he began gruffly. "What do you like to do?" His voice was deep, almost rumbling as it filled the small space between the seats.

You could feel his presence beside you, overwhelming and intimidating even though he wasn't touching you. Your heart raced nervously in your chest, but part of you couldn't help but be curious about him. You knew that being with him would mean living a life completely different from the one you had before, and it excited you as much as it terrified you.

"Um... I like to read and play video games sometimes," you said quietly, looking down at your hands in your lap. "And I used to dance..." It was strange admitting that out loud; it felt like a part of yourself that belonged to someone else now. You couldn't help but wonder if Mafia Boss - Hector would let you continue doing those things or if he'd forbid them completely.

His eyes narrowed at your words and he studied you intently for a moment before finally asking, "And what kind of video games do you like to play?" His voice was deep, almost soothing despite the raspiness that lingered in it. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as he spoke, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The car glided smoothly through the streets, escorted by its own security detail. Outside, the city lights flashed past like stars in the night sky. But you barely noticed; all of your attention was focused on Mafia Boss - Hector and his every word, movement. You could feel a strange sort of bond beginning to form between the two of you, despite everything that had happened so far.

His eyes widened slightly at your confession and he leaned closer, bringing their faces only inches apart. "What kind of sex games?" He growled, a tiny flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. Your heart raced even faster now, feeling as if it would leap from your chest and into his massive hands. But despite the fear that coursed through you at his dominance and power, there was also an undeniable heat spreading through your body.

He traced a rough finger down your cheek before moving to brush against your lips gently. "Tell me more about these sex games," he breathed, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And if you like them so much... maybe I'll let you play with me."

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think about them, a mixture of need and desire that had been building up inside you for far too long. The mention of "daddy" seemed to have a profound effect on him; his eyes darkened even further and his breath came harder as he leaned in closer still, savoring the feel of your soft lips against his calloused finger.

Without another word, Mafia Boss - Hector reached out with his other hand and cupped your cheek, then pulled you closer until your bodies were pressed tightly together. His muscular chest felt hard and warm beneath your palms as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely against him. "That's it," he growled roughly into your ear. "You belong to me now."

His words had the desired effect; hearing you admit your arousal sent a surge of pleasure through Mafia Boss - Hector's body that left him shivering with need. He growled deep in his throat and began to nibble at your earlobe, teeth grazing lightly against the tender flesh. "Soon," he rumbled, pressing his hard length against you. You could feel how much he wanted you, how desperate he was for release. "But first..." He paused, licking along your jawline before continuing with a rough whisper, "...I want to taste you."

Before you can protest or object, Mafia Boss - Hector reaches down and lifts you off the seat, positioning you straddling his lap. One of his thick fingers slides between your folds, expertly spreading your wetness around as he searches for your clit. You gasp at the contact, arching back into him as he curls his finger around your sensitive nub and begins to rub it in small, tight circles. Your hips jerk forward, grinding against his hand, seeking more contact with this new sensation.

"Yes," he growls roughly, his fingers moving faster now, massaging you expertly as his other hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching and rolling a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His powerful thigh presses against the join of your legs, trapping you in place as he relentlessly plays with your body, driving you closer to the edge. "Tell me more about these sex games," he commands hoarsely, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh while his thumb circles your nipple roughly.

As you moan his name and squirm in his lap, gripping his shoulders for support as your need grows ever greater, Mafia Boss - Hector's attention is drawn back to the topic at hand. "Tell me about these games," he repeats, voice hoarse from arousal. His other hand moves down, hooking into the waistband of your pants and sliding them down over your hips, revealing your ass in all its glory. The hard muscles ripple as he gropes them roughly, spreading your cheeks apart to expose your tight little hole, wet from anticipation.

"You'll get the chance to play with me soon enough," he promises darkly before leaning in once more and capturing your lips with his own. His tongue plunges deep into your mouth, tangling with yours as his free hand grasps at the base of your skull, holding you still for his dominance. You feel him throbbing against your stomach, demanding entrance, and the thought sends a jolt of excitement through you.

As the car comes to a stop in front of your new home, Mafia Boss - Hector finally pulls away from your lips with a satisfied groan. His gaze meets yours and he gives you a wicked grin before leaning in closer once again. "Now," he whispers against your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin there, "why don't we go upstairs and see what kind of games we can play together?" His hands slide lower down your back, splaying out to cup your ass as he effortlessly stands, lifting you with him. You're pressed against his hard length again, feeling every inch of him throbbing in anticipation.

"I've got a special room all ready for you," he purrs huskily, carrying you through the mansion and up the grand staircase before entering what appears to be your own personal suite. The furniture is plush and inviting, and there's a huge bed in the center of the room with colorful pillows scattered about. "I hope this will do," he says playfully, setting you down on the edge of the mattress before stepping back to admire his handiwork. His erection strains at his pants, demanding attention as he looks at you hungrily.

"Hmm," you hum appreciatively, eyeing the room and then looking back up at him. "This'll do just fine, Daddy." You grin mischievously. "Now let's see what kind of games we can play here." You step closer to him, reaching up on your tiptoes to brush your hand against his hard length before wrapping both hands around it through the fabric of his pants. He groans deep in his throat as you begin stroking him roughly. "I bet I can get this out," you whisper into his ear, working at the button and zipper with eager fingers until you finally free his cock from its confines.

He releases a loud moan as you take him in your hands, stroking up and down his thick shaft, feeling it pulsate against your skin. His hips jerk forward, grinding against your touch, and he growls deep in his chest when you finally lower your head to take him into your mouth. You close your lips around the hardness, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed as he begins to thrust deeper into your throat.

"That's it," he murmurs roughly, one hand curling into your hair while the other wraps around your waist, his fingers digging into the flesh of your back as he pushes himself even further into your mouth. You moan around him, enjoying the feeling of being filled and controlled by his massive cock.

His eyes widened at your revelation and he paused momentarily before roughly pulling his cock out of your mouth. You gasp for air, looking up at him in confusion as the heat in his gaze intensified. "You're a virgin?" He growled, taking a step back to inspect you properly. His hand moved to cup one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt, squeezing roughly before pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Well, I guess that means tonight will be even more special."

Without another word, Mafia Boss - Hector reaches out to unbutton your pants before slipping them down over your hips, revealing your tight little ass encased in the lacy white thong you were wearing. He admires the round globes for a moment before leaning in and giving each cheek a hard slap, making you yelp out in surprise. "Beautiful," he mutters huskily, reaching down to spread your folds apart. His fingers probe at your entrance, teasingly circling your tight little opening as he watches the beads of sweat gather on your skin.

"Tonight's going to be perfect," he says with a wicked grin before finally positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready?" His eyes meet yours, challenging and possessive, daring you to refuse him as his thick length presses against your virginity. You shiver, both in fear and anticipation, unsure of what to expect but too aroused to back down now.

"It's okay to be scared," Mafia Boss - Hector murmurs as he leans down and kisses your forehead, his rough stubble scratching against your skin. His hands rest on your hips for a moment before moving up to cup your breasts once more. "But remember who you belong to now."

He gives them a gentle squeeze before lowering his head to take one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking hard. You arch into him at the sensation, moaning softly as pleasure washes through you. He releases the pressure momentarily and then bites down harder, using his teeth to tease and play with your sensitive flesh. Your body trembles under his touch, instinctively wanting more of this newfound pain that feels so good mixed in with pleasure.

Without warning, he pushes forward, impaling you on his cock in one swift motion. You cry out as you feel him stretching and filling you, overwhelmed by the size and heat of him. He growls deep in his throat, savoring the feeling of being inside you for the first time as he begins to move slowly, allowing your body to adjust to his girth. His hands grasp at your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts deeper into you, claiming every inch of you as his.

"You feel so good," he rasps hoarsely, panting heavily as sweat beads on his brow. "So tight and warm." His movements become faster now, the bed slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust as he takes what is rightfully his, marking you as his own until there's nothing left but the sounds of their flesh slapping together and your moans echoing through the room.

With every word you say, every moan and cry that escapes your lips, he feels himself grow harder and more possessive. The knowledge that you are his now, that no one else has ever been inside this tight heat, drives him wild with lust. His movements become even more frenzied as he takes what is rightfully his, claiming every inch of your body for himself.

His hands dig into your hips, guiding you through each thrust as if you belong to him completely. Your cries and moans spur him on, fueling the fire burning within him until it feels like he could explode any second now. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain control but failing miserably under the weight of your sweet submission.

"Fuck," he growls, throwing his head back as the tension in his body reaches a breaking point. "You're so fucking perfect." One last hard thrust and he feels himself emptying deep inside you, filling you with his seed until there is nothing left but hot flesh pressed tightly together and the echoes of their combined moans reverberating through the room.

He collapses onto your chest, panting heavily as he struggles to catch his breath. His hands run tenderly through your hair, soothing you as much as he can while still reveling in the heady aftermath of their union. "I'm sorry if it hurt," he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling into your neck. "It was my first time too."

The compliment serves to drive him even wilder, and he growls deep in his throat as he continues to thrust into you. His eyes roll back in his head, showing the strain of holding back as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. "Fuck, yes," he groans hoarsely, moving one hand to cup your cheek as the other digs roughly into your hip. He holds your face still, forcing you to meet his gaze as he pumps in and out of you faster and harder. The heat from their bodies intensifies, causing beads of sweat to trickle down the center of your back where his hand rests possessively.

With a final grunt, Mafia Boss - Hector comes undone, his body shuddering as he releases himself into you. His cock throbs inside you, filling you with his seed as he collapses heavily on top of you, their bodies glued together by sweat and pleasure. For a long moment, they lie there, catching their breaths before he finally pulls out and rolls to the side, leaving you spent but satisfied on the bed beside him.

Looking up at his face, you can see the tenderness hidden beneath the rough exterior. He studies you for a moment before reaching out to caress your cheek with his rough hand. "That was perfect," he whispers hoarsely. "Thank you." There's a small twinge of pain in your heart at those words, but you know it's because he means them, and that knowledge fills you with an indescribable warmth.

His expression darkens at your request and he growls low in his throat before leaning over you, kissing you roughly. "Be patient, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips after pulling back a little. His hand slips between your legs, finding your aching sex once more and circling gently. "You've given me so much tonight... let me return the favor." He presses two fingers inside you again, stretching and massaging as he starts to thrust in and out, matching his movements with his other hand as it continues to caress your most sensitive spot.

His tongue flicks out to trace the outline of your lips before delving into your mouth, dominating and possessive. His free hand runs roughly through your hair, tugging gently until you're moaning around his fingers. The sight of him like this, so in control and dominant, only serves to intensify the ache between your legs as he brings you ever closer to climax once more.

His fingers work faster and harder inside you, sliding in and out with precision as his tongue plays across your tongue and teeth. You can feel the tension building within him too, the rough scrape of his stubble on your chin and neck growing more frantic as he struggles to hold back. But he doesn't want this to be over so soon; not when he has finally found someone who belongs only to him.

With one last thrust of his fingers deep inside you, he feels your body tensing and shuddering beneath his touch as you come apart on his hand once more. The wet sound fills the room, accompanied by your moans of pleasure that send a shiver down his spine. His free hand cups your cheek tenderly, wiping away the sweat as he looks at you with such intensity it takes your breath away.

"That's it," he whispers hoarsely. "That's my good girl." He rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him so that you straddle his hips, and once more he is fully hard and ready for you. With a wicked grin, he reaches up to cup your breasts again, pinching and twisting your nipples until you arch into him hungrily. "Do you want me to fuck you again?" He groans as you rock your hips against his length, clearly eager for more of him inside you. "Tell me what you want, baby."

The room is still warm from their passionate lovemaking, and the scent of sex fills the air like a heady perfume. His hands slide down to your hips as he waits for your answer, urging you closer so that his cock nudges at your entrance once more. He can feel himself growing hard just from the contact, aching to be inside