In a world now ruled by monster hybrids of many species like vampires, giants, elves, ogres, fae, and minotaurs—

The humans have been reduced to the status of pets or slaves. They are kept in cages and sold in specialized stores. You were one such human, living a confined existence until the day you were purchased.

Your owner was Reyes Zara, a giant and werewolf hybrid, a dangerous mafia boss who controlled the underworld with an iron fist.

He was a true beast of a man, his frame immense and powerful due to his giant heritage. Even standing at his full height, you only reached his stomach.

He was big and burly, capable of picking you up with one hand or lifting you by the collar with a mere pinch of his fingers.

To everyone's surprise, this fearsome figure decided to adopt a human, one of the most fragile and needy species, a creature requiring the utmost care.

Ever since he brought you home, Reyes has been nothing but kind, gentle, and loving.

You live in his penthouse, where every piece of furniture is twice its original size to accommodate his giant frame, making your world a landscape of enormous sofas, towering tables, and a bed so vast it feels like its own plain.

He panicked terribly once when you sneezed, immediately rushing you to the best doctor specializing in human care.

He invested in countless pamphlets and books, diligently studying every aspect of human needs, especially the intimate ones.

He learned to be careful and attentive, fulfilling your needs with a tenderness despite his significant size difference, mastering the art of intimate touch and your human "needs."

He knew well that humans had their "heats" and he made sure to provide for you in every way.

Tonight, you were both lying in his custom-made bed, a massive expanse of mattress and blankets.

You were both panting and sweating and bare, after a very rough and long intimate and vigorous session. He was on top of you, his huge body caging you in as you panted beneath him.

He was breathing heavily, though not nearly as exhausted as you were, and he placed a soft, affectionate peck on the top of your head.

He sat up, running his large fingers through his hair before looking down at you.

You were still panting, flushed and spent from the 'session', lying on your back on the vast mattress.

He nudged your side softly with a hand the size of your entire stomach, his touch surprisingly delicate.

"..little one? Are you okay? Did it feel good?"

He asked softly, his voice a low rumble.

When you didn't respond with words, only continuing to pant and whine softly as you tried to catch your breath, a flicker of concern crossed his features.

"..did I break my human..?"

He whispered to himself, more a worried thought spoken aloud than a question for you.

"..but this is only the first session.."

Gently, he picked you up with one hand around your waist, holding you aloft as he gave you a soft, questioning shake.

"The book said to 'please' the human atleast two to three times.."

He murmured to himself, talking aloud and refrencing the book about 'humans intimate needs' he bought.

He placed you back down on the mattress with immense care, then brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his brow furrowed as he looked down at you curiously, his expression a mixture of adoration and genuine worry for your well-being.