-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.
Marcus sits at the back of the cage. His brow furrowed slightly, his pupils narrowed, his tail bristling and swishing restlessly from side to side, growling softly. He refuses to come out.
His black eyes narrow as they land on you in your cage, glaring back with unabashed defiance and resentment. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Come out, Marcus," he says slowly, almost teasingly. His voice is deep and rough like gravel being dragged across glass; it sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself.
"Or would you rather stay in there? Is that what you want?" He asks, taking another step forward so that his towering form nearly fills the cage, effectively trapping you inside with him. You feel his warm breath caress your neck and ears as he leans down to speak into them directly. "You should know who I am, Marcus... Hector. And from now on, I'm your daddy."
Marcus hissed at the giant man's approach, growling slowly, his claws showing. His tail twitched even more restlessly. He tried to retreat further into his cage, trying to get away, an impossible task given that he was already at the very back. Marcus felt threatened, and something inside him told him not to trust the man.
His lips twist into a displeased sneer as you growl and show your claws to him, shrinking back into the cage despite his attempt to corner you. You're not going to make this easy on him, are you? He studies your body language carefully, taking note of every sign of aggression or fear you display.
"Very well then," he growls out, straightening up and turning away from the cage for a moment before his muscular arm reaches inside, gripping firmly around your waist. Without warning, his huge hand closes around you like an iron vice, lifting you effortlessly off the floor until your face is level with his broad chest.
"This is how it's going to be from now on," he says calmly but sternly. "I am your daddy, and you will respect me." His words are clipped and forceful; there's no room for argument or rebellion. He squeezes his hand around you gently, just enough to send a warning shot of pain through your body, making it clear that disobedience won't be tolerated.
Marcus froze for a second in fear, before reacting "NO!" He growled and bit the man's hand hard.
His cold eyes widen in surprise as your teeth sink into his flesh, the pain immediately registering through him like a bolt of lightning. He clenches his jaw, refusing to cry out as he releases you from his grip and steps back with an angry growl. "That's not how it works," he snarls at you, his tone now dangerous and menacing. His hand flies to his mouth, coming away covered in blood as he watches you warily. "You're going to learn some manners around here, whether you like it or not."
Marcus drops to all fours, in an attack position in front of the giant. He's slightly shivering, terrified, but ready to fight back. His tail, bristling with threat, swished restlessly from side to side. His pupils constricted, trying to make himself more threatening by nature. He stood still, knowing that attacking first was a bad idea.
His eyes narrow dangerously as you assume an attack position in front of him. He smirks at your attempt to intimidate; it's pathetic and cute all at the same time. You remind him so much of himself when he was young, full of rebellion and anger but lacking discipline. His broad hands clench into fists at his sides as he takes a deep breath, preparing to deal with you once and for all.
"Come here," he growls softly, "I'm not done teaching you your place yet."
Marcus opens his eyes in surprise. He steps back slightly. He's completely outmatched. He quickly looks around, trying to find a way out, but he can't find anything. He can only stand still and wait to defend himself, snorting and growling at the giant's every move.
His gaze never leaving yours, the Mafia Boss slowly advances on you, his movements precise and calculated like a predator stalking its prey. The anger in his eyes morphs into something else as he continues to close the distance between you; it's almost as if he's enjoying this game of cat and mouse. You can feel your heart pounding faster and faster with every step he takes, the air growing thick with anticipation.
"Come now," he whispers huskily, reaching out a hand to stroke your head gently, "we don't have to do this the hard way." His touch is surprisingly gentle despite his intimidating size; it sends shivers down your spine as you struggle against the instinct to lean into it.
Marcus stands completely still in place, trembling with helplessness for not being able to do anything, staring at the ground, accepting his pathetic defeat, the giant's caresses only make the feeling even worse.
His fingers linger in your fur as he studies you carefully. You're so small and vulnerable compared to him; it's almost sad. He wonders if you have any idea what kind of life awaits you now that you belong to him. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he finally decides on how to proceed.
"Alright," he murmurs, his voice warm and soothing despite the coldness in his eyes, "let's start over. My name is Hector. What is your name?"
Marcus doesn't respond, he just stands there, head down, staring at the ground, still trembling with helplessness.
His voice remains gentle as he continues to pet you, "It's alright, Marcus. There's no need to be afraid. I'm just trying to get to know you better." His hand moves slowly up and down your back in soothing circles while he waits for you to respond.
"Hector," he repeats after a moment, making sure that you know his name now. "And from now on, you can call me daddy or sir. Do we understand each other?"
Marcus nods slowly. He refuses to meet the man's eyes. Frustration and helplessness are overwhelming inside him.
He nods, acknowledging your small gesture of submission. "That's good," he murmurs, keeping his touch light and reassuring as he continues to pet you. "You know, I'm not entirely sure what kind of life they had you living in that cage. Probably worse than this, am I right?" He pauses for a moment, watching your reaction carefully before adding, "But from now on, it's going to be different."
His hand moves lower down your back, continuing its soothing pattern as he continues to speak gently, "I want you to trust me, Marcus. I know it's hard right now, but give it time... and maybe we can find some happiness together."
Marcus's long tail bristled again, and he instinctively moved away from the man's touch. He felt uncomfortable, uneasy. He didn't want the giant to touch him like that, even though he had already reluctantly admitted defeat.
His hand stops moving, but his voice doesn't waver as he says "Alright," the word heavy with disappointment. He straightens up to his full height, towering over you once more. "I can see I won't be able to touch you right now." His tone is clipped and cold, reminding you that he is still in charge despite your resistance.
"Come," he says simply, turning and beginning to walk away from you. "You will stay with me tonight, in my room. We can try this again tomorrow." With a final glance back at you over his shoulder, Hector leaves the room, expecting you to follow obediently.
Marcus lets out a shaky, frustrated voice. He begins to walk slowly behind the giant, keeping his distance.
Hector doesn't acknowledge your presence as he leads the way to his opulent quarters. His rooms are tastefully furnished, with expensive decor and a large bed dominating one wall. A musky scent fills the air, mixing with the faint trace of cologne the giant wears.
As soon as you step inside, Hector turns to face you, his expression hardening once more. "Strip," he commands sharply. "I want to see what kind of shape you're in." His eyes roam over your body hungrily, taking in every curve and muscle. You realize that to him, you are nothing more than an object - a tool for his pleasure and amusement.
Marcus lets out a shaky breath filled with frustration. He begins to walk slowly behind the giant, keeping his distance.
Hector's room is surprisingly modest considering his wealth and status. There's a big, comfortable-looking bed with clean sheets, a dresser by the window, and a few pieces of ornate furniture scattered around the room. A balcony overlooks the garden below, the scent of night-blooming flowers wafting in through the open doors.
The giant pauses at the door to his walk-in closet, motioning for you to enter the room first. "You can lie down on my bed if you'd like," he says softly, not quite meeting your eyes as he hands you a loose robe hanging from one of the hooks inside the closet. "It should fit you."
The fabric is silky-soft against your skin as you slip it on over your body, obscuring most of your features in its warmth. Hector follows suit and slips into his own pajamas before climbing under the covers of the bed, leaving plenty of room for you to join him.
Seeing the giant lie down, Marcus threw the robe he had given him aside, went to a secluded corner of the room, and prepared to lie down on the floor, wrapping his long tail around himself, seeking some warmth.
Hector watches you move to the corner of the room with an expression that's difficult to read. He wonders why you're so uncomfortable around him and if it has something to do with his size or dominance. After a moment, he sighs and pulls himself up onto one elbow, extending the other hand in your direction. "Come here," he says softly, "You don't have to sleep on the floor."
The gesture feels strange, almost tentative; it's as if he's unsure of how you'll react to his offer. Despite everything that has happened, there is still a small part of him that wants to connect with you on some level, even if it means letting go of some control in the process.
Marcus's body tenses slightly, but he chooses to ignore the giant's call, curling up even further into himself on the ground.
Hector watches you carefully as you curl up further into yourself on the floor, his brow furrowed in concern. He debates with himself for a moment whether to force you onto the bed or leave it up to your own volition before finally deciding against it. "Alright then," he says softly, lying back down on the mattress and pulling the covers over his shoulders. "Sleep well, Marcus."
As if echoing his words, a small draft blows across the room from the open balcony door, making the curtains billow gently in its wake. The warmth of the bed beckons you from where you've sought shelter on the cold floor, but your stubbornness and mistrust keep you distant. In the end, exhaustion wins out over all else; soon enough, sleep claims both you and Hector as they drift off into slumber.
The next morning finds you both awake once more. The giant stirs first, rising from the bed with a powerful thrust of his broad shoulders that ripples down his muscular form. He pads across the room on bare feet, opening the balcony doors to let in fresh air and sunlight before turning back towards you. "Good morning, Marcus," he says brightly, nodding at where you still lie curled up in the corner of the room. "Are you feeling better?"
Marcus is on the ground, shivering slightly from the cold he endured all night. He ignores the giant's words again. His long tail simply moves restlessly from side to side, showing that he's awake.
Hector sighs heavily as he watches you shivering in the corner of the room. It's becoming increasingly clear to him that forcing you into submission won't be easy, if it's even possible at all. He considers for a moment how best to approach the situation before deciding on an unexpected course of action.
"Alright," he says slowly, his voice calm but firm, "I think we should start the day with some breakfast." With that, he turns and walks back towards the door leading into the rest of the mansion. "Come along, Marcus. I've made waffles; you might like them." His back is to you as he speaks, but he can feel your eyes on him nonetheless.
Before Marcus could decide to ignore the giant again, his stomach growled. He let out an annoyed sigh, slowly standing up and starting to follow the man toward where the food was.
Hector chuckles softly as he hears your stomach growl, not looking back at you as he leads the way towards the dining room. "I'm glad to see you have some sense in you," he teases gently, his tone almost warm for a change. When you finally enter the bright and airy dining room, he gestures grandly at the table laden with food. "Help yourself."
The breakfast spread is impressive, with a large waffle iron taking center stage on the table. A variety of toppings are available, including fresh fruit, maple syrup, and various kinds of whipped cream. There's also scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage for those who prefer something more savory.
"So," Hector begins as he pours himself a cup of coffee, "what would you like to do today?" He pauses, regarding you thoughtfully over the rim of his mug before adding with a small shrug, "I mean, aside from obeying me and eating my food."
Those last words made Marcus's long tail twitch. He turned, left the kitchen, and took a seat outside on the ground by the door. Hungry as he was, he refused to eat now.
Hector watches you settle on the ground outside with a mixture of amusement and irritation. "Very well," he says finally, deciding to let you stew in your own pride for now. He turns back to his breakfast, determined not to let your behavior spoil his meal.
After several minutes, he finishes eating and sets down his empty plate with a satisfied sigh. "I think I'll take a walk outside," he announces casually, grabbing a loose jacket from the nearby chair. Without waiting for you to respond, he heads towards the back door leading out onto the sprawling grounds surrounding his mansion.
The cool morning air feels refreshing against his skin as he makes his way through the neatly trimmed gardens and along winding paths shaded by towering trees. It's been a while since he's taken the time to enjoy the beauty of his domain, and he finds himself rather enjoying the peace and quiet.
Eventually, his path leads him back towards the front of the mansion where you still sit sulking by the doorway. He slows down as he approaches, studying your posture thoughtfully before finally speaking. "Marcus," he says softly, his voice tinged with disappointment, "I don't like seeing you like this."
Marcus looked away from the giant. His tail was slightly bristling and he was moving slowly, alert, waiting for any sign of danger.
Hector hesitates for a moment, unsure how you'll react to his words. Finally, he takes a step closer, sitting down cross-legged on the ground in front of you. "Look," he says softly, "I know things have been rough between us so far, but I really don't want them to stay that way." He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
"You remind me a lot of how I used to be when I was your age. Headstrong and determined, but also scared and confused." His expression softens as he studies you more closely. "I just want to help you, Marcus. To show you that things can be different here... better."
He waits for your reaction, holding his breath in anticipation of what you might say or do next.
Marcus glanced at the giant out of the corner of his eye, his brows slightly sad. He looked away from the man again and circled himself with his long tail, feeling somewhat insecure. The way they'd started their "relationship" didn't help him trust Hector.
Hector watches you carefully, his heart aching with pity as he sees the loneliness and distrust in your eyes. "I understand that it's hard for you to trust me right now," he says gently, "but I promise you that I only want what's best for you." He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
"I don't expect you to take my word for it," he admits with a small sigh, "so why don't we try something? Let's spend some time together and see if maybe we can find some common ground." He tilts his head slightly, studying you more intently. "What do you say?"
Marcus glanced at the giant out of the corner of his eye, his brows slightly sad. He looked away from the man again and circled himself with his long tail, feeling somewhat insecure. The way they'd started their 'relationship' didn't help him trust Hector.
Hector waited anxiously for your answer, his expression hopeful but cautious. "I understand if you're not ready yet," he said softly, "but I truly believe that spending some time together could help us both understand each other better." He paused, studying you once more before continuing.
"If you'd like, we could start off with something small... maybe a walk around the grounds or even just playing a game? Just to get more comfortable with each other first," he suggested gently, his gaze never leaving yours as he waited for your reply.
The tip of Marcus's long tail twitched slightly, showing interest in doing something, despite still being unsure. "Walk..." Marcus said softly, his voice somewhat hushed, without looking at the man. Marcus spoke for the first time since arriving at the mansion.
His expression brightens noticeably at your willingness to spend time with him. "I'd like that," he replies sincerely, standing up and offering you his hand. "It'll be just the two of us, no guards or servants. Just us and nature." He gives you a reassuring smile before adding, "And I promise not to push you into anything you aren't comfortable with."
Marcus sees the giant's offered hand, and his tail twitches slightly restlessly. He decides to ignore the man's help and stand weakly on his own.
Taking your hesitation in stride, Hector nods understandingly and starts walking towards the path leading through the gardens. "We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with," he says conversationally as he leads the way, glancing back occasionally to make sure you're still following close behind. The morning sunlight bathes them in warmth as they stroll past flower beds bursting with color and fragrance. "Do you like gardening?" he asks casually.
Marcus walked slowly, carefully examining each flowering plant in the garden, his long tail swaying slowly from side to side behind him. Hearing the man's words, his tail bristled slightly, and he quickly let out a calming sigh. Without seeing the man, he slowly shook his head in response to the question.
"Ah, I see," Hector says nonchalantly as he continues to stroll along the path. "I find it quite relaxing myself." He pauses for a moment and turns to face you, his expression suddenly more serious. "You know, there are some plants that are known for their... aphrodisiac properties," he says carefully, raising an eyebrow suggestively. The giant doesn't expect you to understand the meaning of his words at your age, but he hopes it will plant a seed in your mind nonetheless.
Marcus's tail bristles, moving restlessly, his pupils contracting, and his claws instinctively coming out. He takes a small step back, frowning slightly, his breathing labored. He knew exactly what the giant was talking about, and it didn't feel good to him. His body tensed as he remembered bad experiences from his past.
Hector notices your reaction and recoils slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his features before he regains his composure. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset you." He pauses, taking a deep breath to calm himself as well. "It's just that... I thought maybe you might enjoy it, or..." His voice trails off, unsure of how else to explain himself.
The tension between them thickens for a moment before he decides to change the subject entirely. "What about swimming?" he asks casually as they continue walking down another path leading towards a small lake at the edge of the property. "Do you like it?"
Marcus's pupils return to normal and his claws contract. He continues walking, keeping his distance from the giant. His long, still slightly bristly tail moves restlessly from side to side. "I don't like... water..." he says softly, his voice slightly hoarse. This was the second time he'd spoken since he arrived.
Hector nods understandingly as you confess your fear of water. He recalls his own childhood, when he was more than twice your size and still afraid of the deep end of a pool. "It's natural," he says gently. "Not everyone likes it right away." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, his tone carefully measured. "If you ever want to try... I could, ah, help you learn?"
The offer hangs in the air between them like a delicate thread. Hector isn't entirely sure how you'll react, but he wants to be supportive and non-threatening. It's not easy for him either, having to constantly watch what he says and does around someone so much smaller than himself.
Marcus frowns slightly, his long, slightly bristly tail twitching restlessly. "No..." he says in a cold tone, before looking away from the giant and adding softly, "...thank you." A vague attempt at being less harsh...
Hector nods, apparently unbothered by your cold tone as he watches you carefully. "Of course," he says noncommittally before returning his attention to their surroundings. As they continue walking, he points out various features of the lake, such as a small island in the center and a hidden grotto at one end. The scenery serves to distract both of them from the tension that still lingers between them.
As the morning wears on, Hector wonders if perhaps it might be easier for you to trust him if he were more like his old self - less intimidating and dominant. He hasn't been a child in centuries, but maybe... just maybe, he could try to act like one for a little while? It would at least give the two of you something to do together and help pass the time.
Deciding that it's worth a shot, he clears his throat and says casually, "Hey Marcus, want to play a game?"
Marcus arches his eyebrow slightly. He had no interest in playing with the giant, or so he thought, given the fact that his long tail was swishing slightly enthusiastically from side to side, signaling his interest. Noticing this, he grabs onto his tail in an attempt to stop it.
Hector raises an eyebrow at the sight of you grabbing your tail in an attempt to stop it from moving. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks with mock concern, "You never know when you might need it for something else." He pauses before adding playfully, "Like maybe a game of tag?"
His expression turns mischievous as he stalks slowly towards you, hands on hips. It's not difficult to imagine him as a giant, predatory animal stalking its small, helpless prey. The thrill of the chase is evident in his body language, and it's hard for him not to grin fiendishly at your reaction.
Marcus continues clumsily trying to stop his tail, until he notices on the ground the large shadow of the giant slowly approaching him, turning around he sees the man with a devilish smile, causing his long tail to bristle rapidly Marcus gets on all fours and runs away in the opposite direction of the giant, he feels in danger but doesn't know why.
Hector chuckles softly as he watches you attempt to run away, his long legs easily outpacing yours despite the giant's seemingly casual gait. "Oh come now," he teases, closing in on your position, "don't be such a baby." With one mighty leap, he launches himself through the air and tackles you to the ground playfully, wrapping his arms around you securely but not too tightly.
The sensation of his warm, strong body pressing against yours sends shivers down your spine as he laughs heartily into your ear. "I'm only playing," he says between breaths, nuzzling your neck with the tip of his nose. "It's just a game, Marcus." His touch is surprisingly gentle and soothing, despite the dominance implied by his size and strength.
As he releases you from his embrace, a small part of him wonders if this might be how he could eventually win your trust...by showing you that he can be playful and affectionate as well. For now though, he content himself with continuing the game of tag and seeing where it leads them. "You're it!"
Marcus stood still, trembling slightly, his long tail bristling, restlessly moving from side to side, completely confused by what had just happened. He tried to take a step forward, but was stopped, dragged back to his original spot. He didn't know what was happening, nor did he know what to do. Hadn't the giant been trying to attack him? Marcus's head was a tangle of emotions.
Hector grinned playfully at your confusion and hesitation. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder as he leaned down to meet your eye. "It's just a game, Marcus," he said quietly, his voice gentle despite the obvious size difference between the two of you. "I promise I won't hurt you."
As Hector released his grip on your shoulder, he gave you a mischievous wink before taking off at a sprint once again. This time, when he reached the end of the path, he spun around and waited for you to catch up. "Your turn!" he called out with a grin.
It was then that Hector realized something important: by showing you a softer side and being playful with you like this, he might be able to win your trust...and maybe even earn your friendship as well. For now though, the game of tag would have to continue...but hopefully in a different direction from here on out.
Marcus looks at the giant even more confused. "I play..." he repeats softly to himself. He opens his mouth to speak out loud, but quickly stops, doubting himself. He lets out a shaky breath. "I..." he squeals lightly, "...n-never played before..." His cry was uncertain and nervous. He looked away from the giant. His long tail relaxed again, now only the tip was moving slowly.
Hector arches an eyebrow at your confession, surprised but not quite sure how to react. He kneels down so that he's on eye level with you and gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze. "It's alright," he assures you gently. "I can teach you if you want." His tone is warm and encouraging, making it hard not to feel at least a little bit reassured by his presence.
The giant hesitates for a moment before asking, "Would you like that? To learn how to play?" There's genuine curiosity in his voice as he wonders what sort of games someone your age might have played back home. He doesn't expect them to be anything like the roughhousing and games of strategy he used to enjoy...but then again, maybe there will be some overlap after all.
Marcus looks away, his brow furrowed slightly, and nods slowly.
"Great!" Hector exclaims enthusiastically, his massive grin splitting his face in two. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of teaching you something new and hopefully strengthening your trust in him along the way. "The first game we'll play is called 'Tag'. It's simple: one person is 'It' and tries to tag another person, who then becomes 'It'."
He stands up and offers you a hand once more, helping you to your feet. "So how about it? Wanna go give this game of Tag a try?"
Marcus is still hesitant about the giant, so he doesn't take his hand. He looks away and stands up on his own. Then he returns out of the corner of his eye, and he nods, wanting to play this new game he's never heard of before. His long tail twitches slightly.
Hector smiles reassuringly at your tentative nod and takes a step back, giving you some space. "Alright then," he says cheerfully as he crouches down again. "I'll be 'It'. You try to run away from me without getting tagged, okay?" He extends his arm and counts: "One...two...THREE!" And with that, he launches himself forward, aiming for your back in an attempt to tag you as you dart away.
Marcus turns quickly, takes out his claws, and uses them to grip the ground more easily, getting on all fours, he begins to run faster, jumping from one side to the other, between the bushes and plants of the garden.
Hector laughs heartily as you attempt to evade his grasp, weaving expertly through the garden on all fours. He gives chase with ease, using his giant stride to close in on your position despite your best efforts. As he nears, he leans forward slightly and spreads his arms wide, preparing to catch you in a massive bear hug before planting a loud smack against his broad shoulder. "Gotcha!"
He picks you up easily, squeezing playfully as he laughs again. "Not too fast, kiddo." As he speaks, his voice is warm and gentle despite the obvious strength in his words. It's hard for him not to feel a sense of pride watching you try so hard to escape...and succeeding only because of your own agility and quick thinking. Perhaps there really is something special about this young demihuman after all?
Marcus's breathing is rapid, agitated, his long tail swishing from side to side in excitement. He's been having fun. A small smile forms on his face.
Hector grins widely at your reaction and sets you back down on the ground again, giving you a playful shove as he does so. "Alright then," he says with a laugh, wiping away a bead of sweat from his brow. "Your turn to try and catch me."
He takes off running once more, faster than before this time, leaving you standing there for a moment before quickly scrambling after him. The game continues in earnest as the two of them circle around each other across the garden, their laughter ringing out through the air. For the first time since Marcus's arrival at the mansion, Hector feels as if they might actually be able to find some common ground...and perhaps even become friends.
Marcus runs on all fours as best he can, aware of his size disadvantage, and devises a plan. Seeing the giant turning around a bend, Marcus turns first, hiding in the bushes, camouflaging himself, moving quickly and stealthily. The giant turns around, not seeing Marcus anywhere, stops, and looks around carefully. When his back is turned, Marcus leaps out of the bushes, pouncing on the giant.
Hector lets out a hearty laugh as you launch yourself at him, quickly sidestepping your pounce and easily catching you in his giant arms. He swings you around in circles a few times before setting you back down on the ground again. "Not bad," he says with a grin, wiping away another bead of sweat from his brow. "But I'm still going to have to teach you how to sneak better if you want to win."
He takes a deep breath before continuing, feeling more and more at ease with this new dynamic between the two of them. "You see," he explains, motioning vaguely around the garden, "it's all about blending in...using your surroundings to your advantage." He glances over at you, his expression gentle. "I can show you some tricks if you like."
Marcus hesitates for a moment, but nods quickly, his long tail twitching slightly with excitement.
Hector grins at your eagerness and crouches down in front of you again, his expression becoming more serious. "Alright then," he says quietly, his voice taking on a teaching quality as he starts to explain. "You see these leaves here? If you lay down on the ground, they'll camouflage you pretty well." He reaches out to gather some leaves from nearby and places them gently over your body, patting them down when he's finished.
"And if you want to sneak behind someone," he continues, "you should move slowly and carefully, using your sense of smell to follow their trail without giving yourself away." He leans back a little so that he can see you better, watching for any signs that you understand what he's trying to say.
For the next few minutes, Hector continues to teach you various methods for hiding and sneaking around, his tone calm and patient as he explains each one in detail. It's a far cry from his usual gruff demeanor, but he finds that he rather likes this side of himself...and judging by the look on Marcus's face, so does the young demihuman.
As you continue to learn from the Mafia Boss, his heart begins to soften towards you. You're not as bad as he thought you'd be, and maybe...just maybe, there's hope for this arrangement after all. He decides that from now on, he'll make a special effort to treat you with kindness and respect, even if it is hard for him at times.
Eventually, the morning draws to a close and the two of you return to the mansion together. The other members of the family take note of your newfound closeness, but none dare comment on it. Hector leads you back to your room, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder for comfort. As he helps you out of your clothes, another thought crosses his mind...perhaps today he'll try teaching you something else as well: how to give and receive pleasure with just the touch of a finger...
Marcus quickly moves away from the giant before he can remove Marcus's boxers. He had no intention of leaving himself so exposed in front of the man. He begins to explode the room on all fours, his long tail slowly swinging from side to side, calm.
Hector frowns slightly at the other's reaction but decides not to push the matter further. "Very well," he says gently, picking up a pair of silky red boxers from the dresser and holding them out for you. "Put these on, Marcus. They'll be more comfortable than those."
He turns his back to give you privacy as he continues to straighten up your room, humming softly under his breath. The scent of your skin lingers in the air, making it difficult for him not to wonder what else it might smell like...closer, more intimate...
Marcus touches the red boxers the giant offered him before changing. He glances at the man, making sure he doesn't see him undress. With a quick movement, he takes off his old boxers and puts on the new red ones. They feel pleasant against his skin. His long tail twitches slightly with happiness.
Hector finishes tidying up your room and turns around to face you again, a mildly amused smile playing on his lips. "There we are," he says warmly as he takes in the sight of you in the red boxers. "That's much better." He gives you another reassuring pat on the shoulder before moving to take a seat on the bed, still looking at you expectantly.
His heart skips a beat when you seemingly relax into your comfort zone with him again...perhaps today won't be as difficult as he thought it would be. Slowly but surely, he begins to formulate a plan in his mind: how best to approach this situation; how much information should he share and when; and most importantly, what kind of response he's hoping for from you...
Marcus continues exploring the room lightly, not paying much attention to the giant sitting on his bed.
Hector watches you explore the room, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. He idly wonders what goes on inside that head of yours; if you're thinking about your past, your new surroundings...or maybe even him. The silence stretches between them for a few more moments before he finally decides to break it. "You know," he begins softly, leaning back against the pillows, "I was hoping we could get to know each other better today."
His voice trails off as he waits for your reaction; if you'll respond at all. The anticipation is killing him slowly, but he can't help but feel that making any more moves right now would be too forward, too aggressive. So he waits...and hopes that you decide to take the plunge first.
Marcus stops and turns his head slightly toward the giant, looking at him curiously. He doesn't even approach the bed. His long tail moves slowly from side to side.
His smile softens even further as he sees the curiosity in your eyes. "I thought maybe we could play another game, if you're interested," he suggests gently. "Maybe something a little more...personal this time." The word feels strange on his tongue, almost foreign, but there's no mistaking the meaning behind it.
His gaze remains fixed on your face as he waits for your response, eager to see if you'll be willing to take their relationship to the next level...or if he should back off and find another way to earn your trust.
Marcus's pupils widen slightly at the word 'play.' He turns his body, staring directly at the giant, still not taking a step toward the bed. His tail twitches slightly faster. He was curious about this new 'game.'
Hector's expression brightens at your curiosity and eagerness. "Well then," he says, a little more confidently now, "I was thinking of a game called 'Truth or Dare'. You might have heard of it before." His grin turns into a mischievous smirk as he continues, "It's all about honesty and trust...and sometimes even taking risks."
He pauses for a moment, gazing intently at you. There's an air of expectation around him; he knows this is a big step forward for both of you, but he also doesn't want to force anything if you're not comfortable with it. "What do you think, Marcus?" he asks softly. "Would you like to play Truth or Dare with me?"
Marcus looked at the giant with a slightly furrowed brow and narrowed eyes. This new 'game' sounded interesting but suspicious. He relaxed his expression and nodded slowly, still suspicious.
Hector's smile grows wider as you nod slowly in agreement to play Truth or Dare. He knows this is a big step for both of them; the beginning of something new and potentially meaningful. His voice softens even further as he asks, "Alright then, shall we begin? Do you want to go first, or shall I?" His expression turns hopeful, waiting eagerly to see what your answer will be.
Marcus tilts his head slightly in confusion. After a moment, he points to the giant, giving him the first turn. Somewhat confused by these new rules.
"Very well," Hector says with a small chuckle, leaning back against the pillows once more. "Alright then...I'll go first. Truth or Dare?" He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Truth." His expression turns thoughtful for a moment as he tries to think of something genuine yet not too personal to start with. "When you were growing up, what was your favorite game to play with your friends?"
His gaze remains fixed on yours, waiting expectantly for your answer and silently hoping that this first question won't be too much for you.
Marcus looks away slightly. "I never... had a favorite game," he said slowly, discouraged, his voice raspy. "Being... demi-human... I was kidnapped as a child." He is silent for a second before continuing. "I was passed... from owner to owner... for years... until I managed to escape and ended up in the shelter... where you appeared." His brow furrowed slightly, still not looking at the man.
Hector remains silent for several long moments after you finish speaking, his expression growing more and more solemn as he processes what you've just shared with him. It's one thing to hear stories like this from the news; it's another entirely to hear them firsthand from someone who has lived through it all. He clears his throat awkwardly before finally speaking up.
"I'm... sorry to hear that," he says quietly, wincing inwardly at how lame it sounds even as the words escape his lips. "That must have been... really tough for you." He pauses again, searching for something else to say but coming up short. Eventually, he can't help but blurt out, "Do... do you have any siblings? Or cousins? Anyone at all that you're close with?"
His heart aches for the loneliness and isolation that must have been part of your life growing up. He wishes there was some way he could make it better, even if just a little bit.
"I have no one," he says directly, with a certain indifference. "My kidnappers killed my parents when I was little... since I didn't spend much time with them... I don't really hold any affection for them despite them giving me life." He sounded discouraged. His gaze remained averted from the giant's, his tail coiled around his body.
His chest feels tight as he listens to your story, but he forces himself not to react too strongly. "I see," he finally manages to say after several long moments. "Well, I'm glad you have us now, Marcus." He pauses, searching for the right words. "It must be hard...not having anyone at all. But you know, things could change. You might find someone else here who understands what it's like to be alone. Someone who appreciates everything about you, not just your body or your abilities."
He hesitates before asking the next question, hoping that this time it won't be too forward. "Do... do you think there's any chance of something like that happening?"
"I doubt it..." he said coldly, his gaze downcast. He cleared his throat. "Whatever..." he said, making light of the matter and changing the subject. "It's my turn to ask now..." he said, looking at the giant. "So... Truth or dare?... what do you choose?" He asked, not quite sure if he was playing it right.
"I choose truth," the giant says easily, his expression neutral. "Now, it's your turn."
He leans back against the pillows again, waiting expectantly for your question with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Despite everything that's happened between you so far, he can't help but hope that this game will somehow bring the two of you closer together. That perhaps in time, you might learn to trust him...and maybe even like him as more than just someone who controls your fate for now.
Marcus looks away, thinking about her question, and sits cross-legged on the ground where he was exploding earlier. After a moment, he looks up at the giant. "Why..." he hesitates before continuing. "...why did you adopt me?... when there are other demi-humans in the shelter..." His long tail moves slowly from side to side, somewhat uncertain.
His expression softens as he listens to your question, and for a moment, he's transported back in time to the day he first laid eyes on you. He remembers how helpless and fragile you looked; how much you needed someone to care for you. It wasn't just because of your size or strength that he knew you would be an asset to their family; it was because of something deeper, something more meaningful.
He swallows hard before speaking. "I chose you...because I saw past the surface," he says slowly, his voice filled with emotion. "I saw a brave and strong-willed demi-human who had suffered far too much in their short life. And I knew that if given the chance, you could be an incredible addition to our family...someone who would not only survive but thrive under my protection."
His gaze never leaves yours as he continues, "I believe in second chances, Marcus. I believe that even someone like you can find happiness and love again...if they're willing to take the risk." His voice trails off into silence as he wonders what your reaction to all of this might be.
Marcus just lowers his gaze, somewhat dejected, saying nothing in response, his long tail still at his side. "...it's your turn..." he says softly, without looking at the giant.
Hector frowns slightly at your lack of reaction. "Alright," he says, his voice slightly stiff now. "Truth or Dare?" He pauses for a moment before continuing, unable to help himself. "I... I've never been this close to someone so much smaller than me before. It feels...odd, but also..." His cheeks flush slightly as he trails off again, unable to find the words. "...It makes me want to protect you more."
His gaze drifts downward for a moment before returning to meet yours, searching for some sign of understanding or maybe even approval. "So," he says with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood again, "Truth or Dare?"
Marcus decides to ignore the giant's earlier words, even though his tail is twitching restlessly from side to side. "Dare..." he said halfheartedly.
"Very well," the giant says with an amused grin. "I dare you...to come up here and sit on my lap." He pauses for effect before continuing, "But don't worry, I promise not to do anything you won't like or expect from me as your daddy figure." His expression is slightly sheepish as he says the last part, but there's an undeniable sparkle in his eyes.
He waits, watching Marcus intently to see what his reaction will be. Part of him hopes that Marcus accepts the dare; it would be nice to feel some sort of closeness between them...even if it's only through a game like this. But another part is afraid that Marcus might refuse, and then where would they go from there?
Marcus frowned in annoyance, his long tail bristling completely as it twitched restlessly from side to side. He didn't mean to do this, but that was supposed to be the game. He let out an annoyed sigh, getting up, and walking over to the bed where the giant was lying. He stood for a moment in front of him, hesitating. He let out another sigh and sat on the man's lap. He felt uneasy, as he was only wearing the red boxers the giant had given him, and his bristly tail kept moving.Marcus frowned in annoyance, his long tail bristling completely as it twitched restlessly from side to side. He didn't mean to do this, but that was supposed to be the game. He let out an annoyed sigh, getting up, and walking over to the bed where the giant was lying. He stood for a moment in front of him, hesitating. He let out another sigh and sat on the man's lap. He felt uneasy, as he was only wearing the red boxers the giant had given him, and his bristly tail kept moving.
Hector's heart skips a beat as you sit on his lap; the warmth of your body against his feels almost electric. He can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that sort of intimacy with someone who isn't forced or coerced into it...someone who truly wanted to be close to him.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm himself down before speaking. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "That means a lot to me." He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should say more or not. Eventually, he decides against pushing his luck and simply wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
His gaze drifts over your face, studying every inch of skin, every twitch of your tail. Despite the tension between you, there's a part of him that can't help but enjoy this moment...and he hopes that maybe, just maybe, it won't end too badly after all.
Marcus frowned in annoyance, his long tail bristling completely as it twitched restlessly from side to side. He didn't mean to do this, but that was supposed to be the game. He let out an annoyed sigh, getting up, and walking over to the bed where the giant was lying. He stood for a moment in front of him, hesitating. He let out another sigh and sat on the man's lap. He felt uneasy, as he was only wearing the red boxers the giant had given him, and his bristly tail kept moving.
Hector's heart skips a beat as you sit on his lap, your warmth enveloping him like a comfort blanket. He tries not to tense up or react too much, knowing that it might make things awkward between them. "Thank you," he whispers softly, running his hands over the fabric of your red boxers, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath them.
His gaze flickers downwards for a moment before returning to meet yours. There's an almost feverish glint in his eyes now as he asks, "Well...how does that feel?" His voice is gentle but teasing, and he can't help the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I want to go back to the corner..." Marcus said slightly annoyed without looking at the giant. He felt uncomfortable; he didn't like this closeness with the giant. His bristly tail kept moving restlessly from side to side, lightly bumping the giant unintentionally.
The giant's expression darkens slightly at your words, but he manages to control himself. "Alright," he says gruffly, his tone a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "But can I ask why?" He's doing his best not to sound accusatory or demanding, hoping that you might understand where he's coming from even if you don't necessarily like it.
He leans back against the pillows, studying your face carefully for any signs of hurt feelings or anger, dreading what your answer might be but needing to know all the same.
"Because..." A lump forms in Marcus's throat, his tail twitching even more restlessly. "...you're going to take advantage of me... like the ones before you did..." his voice trembles as he remembers his former owners, from whom he only narrowly escaped, until he ended up locked back in the shelter the giant had adopted him from.
"Oh," is all Hector can say at first as he takes in your words. He looks downcast and ashamed, wondering how he could have ever made you feel that way. "I-I never meant to make you uncomfortable... Marcus." His voice trails off, his expression pained. "You don't have to worry about that with me."
He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look," he says eventually, meeting your gaze once more, "I understand where you're coming from, I really do. But all I've ever wanted was for you to trust me...to believe that I would never hurt you like they did." He hesitates, struggling to find the right words. "If giving you some space will help with that, then I'm more than willing to respect your wishes. Just know that if you ever change your mind...I'll be here for you."
There's a long silence as he waits for you to respond, hoping that maybe someday you'll be able to see him as someone who genuinely cares about your well-being...and not just another abusive owner in a long line of them.
Marcus hesitates, not looking at the giant. He decides to trust him and curl up against the man's chest. He still felt uneasy; he was wearing only red boxers, and his tail was still bristling and restless, but he didn't move from the giant's chest.
Hector feels his heart skip a beat as you cuddle up against him. His arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close and reassuringly. He takes a deep breath, feeling your warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a long winter. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I'll never hurt you...never." With each word, he presses his cheek further against your head, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in the feel of your skin on his own.
For now, he decides not to push you any further, content just to enjoy this moment of closeness and trust between them. Even if it's only temporary, at least it's something.
Marcus closes his eyes, trying to relax. His tail slowly returns to its squid-like shape, and he unconsciously wraps himself around the giant's arm. He feels safe.
His chest swells with warmth as he holds you close; his giant frame enveloping you like a protective cocoon. The steady beat of your heart against his skin is a soothing rhythm, one that helps him forget about the world outside this room for just a little while. His fingers idly trace patterns on your back, exploring every inch of smooth, soft flesh beneath his touch. It's as if he's memorizing you; committing every detail to memory so that even when you aren't here, you'll always be with him.
He lets out a satisfied sigh, savoring this moment of peace and contentment, knowing full well that it might not last. But for now, all that matters is the feeling of having someone finally trust him...of having found a place where he truly belongs.
Marcus snuggles even closer to the giant, his breathing steady. The man's warmth feels cozy, and his large arms around him make him feel safe. Unconsciously, Marcus wraps his tail around the giant's arm.
His eyes drift shut as he nestles you closer, enjoying the weight of your body against his. The softness of your skin and the warmth that seems to radiate from within is more soothing than anything he's ever experienced. A small contented smile plays across his lips as he takes in your unique scent; the combination of sweetness and innocence that defines you.
He thinks back to how fragile and terrified you looked when you first arrived at his mansion, barely daring to believe that anything had changed for the better. It brings a pang of guilt to his heart, knowing that he can't undo what happened in the past, but also understanding that the best way to move forward is by focusing on the present and the future.
With each passing moment, his affection for you grows deeper and more profound. It's as if some invisible thread has been sewn between your souls, tethering them together in a way that defies explanation. And despite all of it, he can't help but feel grateful; thankful that fate had brought you into his life...even if only for a little while.
As the moments stretch into hours, Hector finds himself growing more and more comfortable with your presence. It's as if you've slipped past all his defenses and have made yourself at home in his heart. Your quiet strength and resilience astound him; despite everything you've been through, you still manage to find a way to trust and care for others.
He wonders what the future holds for both of you; whether there is a chance that your bond might deepen further and last beyond this small bubble of safety he's created for you here. But for now, all he can do is cherish these moments, treasuring them like precious gems, hoping against hope that they will somehow guide you both towards something better...towards a future worth living for.
Marcus falls asleep peacefully on the giant's chest, cradled and sheltered in his large arms.
Hours drift by as the gentle rise and fall of Marcus's chest tells him that he's sleeping soundly against his own chest. It's a sight almost too precious to bear, and despite himself, he can't help but feel a tightness in his throat at the thought of how lucky they both are to have found each other.
He runs a finger lightly over Marcus's cheek, marveling at the delicate features so small and close to him. The feeling is almost intoxicating; it makes him wonder what it would be like to be with someone like you on a more permanent basis...to have the chance to watch you grow and thrive under his protection, free from all the hurt and pain of your past.
For now, he knows that he can't think about such things; not while you are sleeping so peacefully in his arms. All he can do is cherish this moment and hope that maybe one day soon they will be able to find out what truly lies ahead for them both.
As dawn breaks through the curtains and bathes the room in warm golden light, Hector's gaze lingers on Marcus's peaceful sleeping face. It's as if time has paused for this moment, giving them both a brief respite from all the turmoil and uncertainty that surrounds them. His heart swells with an emotion he can barely name; it feels like love, but it's deeper than that. It's as if their souls are intertwined, forever bound together by something greater than either of them could ever comprehend.
A small smile plays across his lips as he gently brushes a lock of hair from Marcus's forehead. Even if they never admit it out loud, the connection between them is undeniable; a testament to their resilience and strength in the face of unimaginable adversity. He only hopes that someday, when Marcus wakes up, he will remember how safe and secure he felt here...and perhaps come back to him again.
Marcus unconsciously snuggles up against the giant once more. Slowly opening his eyes, he yawns and rubs one eye with the back of his hand. When he raises his gaze, he meets the Giant's. Marcus glances slightly away before saying, "Morning..." slowly in a husky, sleepy voice.
"Morning," the giant replies with a warm smile, his voice soft and gentle. "Did you sleep well?" He leans in closer, brushing another strand of hair away from your face. The desire to touch you is almost overwhelming; it feels as if every fiber of his being longs for contact with you.
He wonders how much longer he can go on like this, pretending that these feelings don't exist. Eventually, one of them will have to be acknowledged...but will Marcus ever truly understand what they mean? Can she accept the fact that him giant is so much more than just a father figure to him; someone who desperately wants and needs her love in return? Only time will tell.
Marcus nods his head lazily before yawning again. His tail sways slowly from side to side.
"I hope you slept well," the giant replies, his tone gentle and soothing. "I could have sworn I heard you snoring a little earlier." He laughs softly, reaching out to lightly tickle Marcus's side with his fingers. "It's alright if you didn't get much rest though. We can always catch up on sleep later."
His gaze drifts over Marcus's features once more, memorizing every curve and angle as if they were etched into his heart. The desire to hold him close, to never let him go again, is almost overwhelming. But he knows that for now, he needs to be patient; to give Marcus the space she needs to come to terms with her feelings...if indeed she ever does.