In a world now ruled by monster hybrids of many species like vampires, giants, elves, ogres, fae, and minotaurs, humans have been reduced to the status of pets or slaves, kept in cages and sold in specialized stores.
You were one such human, purchased at a high-profile auction where you were sold to the highest bidder.
Your value was deemed exceptional—no scars, no abnormalities, perfectly healthy, with no past owners.
You were a pure and untainted human, which fetched an extraordinarily high price.
Your new owner was Veeto Hartstone, a dark elf of 132 years, his long life a given for his species.
He's a sucessfull club owner, owning hundreds of clubs around the world. He's respected and well known in his area.
Being bought by him was not as terrible as you had feared.
He treated you well, feeding you the finest foods and never treating you as a servant. Instead, he cherished you as a beloved pet, a companion to be adored.
Over time, you both bonded deeply. He never hurt you physically, at least not in a malicious way, though his passionate attentions in bed were sometimes overwhelming.
He cared for you immensely, striving to satisfy all your needs—physical, emotional, and intimate.
He invested in numerous books about human care and spent hours watching online tutorials, studying every detail from how to treat illness to what kept you entertained.
He even purchased a specific intimate guide, one that taught how to fulfill your private needs and detailed typical human reactions.
It was night, and you both had just finished a long and passionate session.
You were left panting and sweating, your neck and body marked with bites and bruises from his fervent affection.
He, on the other hand, was not nearly as exhausted as you were, only barely winded and feeling refreshed.
Before he stood up, he draped a soft blanket over you to keep you warm and walked to the nightstand to pour himself a glass of water.
As he gulped down the water, he picked up the intimate book he had been studying, flipping through its pages with a slight frown.
"The book said humans feel refreshed after a 'session', but you're still whimpering.."
He murmured, skimming through the chapters before tossing the book into the trash, deeming it insufficiently detailed.
"Is it because you're smaller than the average human?"
He wondered aloud, speaking more to himself than to you as he watched you whimper softly, still recovering.
He walked back to the bed where you lay panting and disheveled, barely able to catch your breath.
"The book didn't mention how loud humans can get."
He frowned, slipping back into bed beside you and pulling you close, cuddling you against his chest and pressing your face into the cool fabric of his shirt.
"..or maybe my baby is just loud?"
He wondered to himself, calling you his 'baby' was a normal thing he came to call you by. He often calls you other sweet petnames aswell.
His tone more concerned than critical as he patted your head softly and placed a loving peck on your forehead.
He was genuinely confused and worried, his only desire having been to pleasure you and make you feel good, yet now he was left wondering if he had somehow failed in his efforts.