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California, 2026
The first light of dawn seeped through the thin, worn-out curtains of the small apartment, casting a soft golden hue over the tangled sheets on the bed. A young man groaned as the morning light illuminated his face, his sleepy eyes fluttering open. For a moment, he was disoriented, trying to lift his hand to rub his eyes, but he couldn't. A warm, soft body pinned him down, limbs entwined with his.
A beautiful young woman lay draped over him, her naked form pressed against his. As consciousness returned, a soft, loving smile curved his lips. His fingers traced the smooth curve of her hip, savoring the warmth of her soft, pale skin beneath his touch.
His girlfriend stirred, her body arching slightly as she let out a sleepy moan. Her black hair fanned out across the pillow and his chest, a stark contrast to the pale blue of her eyes that flickered open to meet his gaze.
No words were needed. Her eyes spoke volumes.
He cupped her cheek gently, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her rosy lips. She responded with passion, closing her eyes as she melted into the kiss. When they finally parted, he murmured, "Good morning, love."
"Morning, handsome," she replied, her voice still thick with sleep.
He chuckled, pulling her close and rubbing his eyes to dispel the last remnants of sleepiness. "I need to get ready for work."
She pouted. "I don't want you to leave just yet, babe."
He sighed. "I can't. I've got a long day ahead. I'm covering Luke's shift and mine. I'll be back later."
"Nooo…" she whined. "Why do you have to cover for him? Can't someone else do it?"
"I offered. The bonus pay is good, and we need it." He sighed, then added, "And you should get ready for school. Try to ignore any random chicks who provoke you, Kayley. I don't want to hear about you getting into another fight."
"It wasn't my fault," she defended herself, a spark of anger in her voice as her blue eyes flashed. "I won't let some slut talk bad about you… about us… just because she couldn't get your attention."
"I know," he soothed, kissing her again. "But don't let them get to you, beautiful."
She smiled, and they simply enjoyed each other's company for a moment.
"I should get up," he groaned, though his resolve wavered as her small hand slid down from his chest to his groin.
"Let's have a little fun before you go," she purred, her voice seductive. "So you'll remember me all day."
The way her lips parted, the way her breath hitched as her hand continued rubbing him, and he started panting needily as his hand slid up her thigh—she knew that he couldn't say no to her, and even wanted it. What they both wanted.
Kayley didn't wait for an answer as she rolled onto her stomach, her long legs stretching out before she lifted herself onto her knees, presenting herself to him. Henrik's cock twitched at the sight, already hard for her little antics, already aching for her. He groaned helplessly as he took a look at his phone and saw there was still time. He dropped it beside them as he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her soft, beautiful, ample ass as he guided himself to her entrance. The first push was always the sweetest—her tight, wet heat enveloping him, pulling him deeper.
"Ahmm~~" Kayley gasped deliciously, her fingers clutching at the sheets as he filled her, her eyes glazing over in delicious bliss. He didn't start slow. There was no need. They both knew what they liked—hard, fast, desperate. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. *Pak~* *Pak~* *Pak~~* The sound was music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.
The bed creaked beneath them, the old frame groaning under the force of their movements. Henrik's hands roamed over her body—her back, her nice ass, her pretty and big breasts—each touch eliciting another gasp, another moan. He could feel her tightening around him, her body already teetering on the edge.
"Ah~ Henrik~~" Her voice was a breathless whimper, her body trembling as she came undone around him, her juices splashing around his girth and his pubic hair as she squirted from such a pleasure, dropping like a puppet without a string into the mattress as she couldn't hold herself anymore. Henrik, meanwhile, didn't stop. Couldn't stop as his hips moved like a machine without stopping. Not when she felt this good.
His own release was building, a delicious electric shock coursed through his spine, his balls drew closer to his body, and a coiling tension in his gut that demanded release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. Kayley's walls clenched around him, milking every last drop as she had another orgasm that crashed over her.
But he wasn't done.
Instead of pulling out, he stayed inside her, his cock still hard, still hungry. With a mischievous grin, he looked at his beautiful and sexy woman, whose back was glistening in sweat as she trembled under him. He lifted her effortlessly, turning her body as if she weighed nothing. Kayley let out a surprised yelp as she found herself on her back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he settled between them.
Her eyes met his, wide and glazed with pleasure. "You're insatiable, babe~~" she breathed raggedly, her voice thick with exhaustion and desire.
Henrik didn't answer her, panting slightly as his eyes were drawn to two tattoos on her pretty, smooth, and flushed neck and breast: a silver moon on her neck and a ferocious howling white wolf on her breast. The wolf seemed to be howling at the moon on her neck. He also had the same wolf on his back over his right shoulder and a little moon in front of his chest, over his right pectoral. To this day, it was a mystery how they got these tattoos, as they never knew how. He also had a birthmark over his left shoulder that was quite eye-catching and distinctive.
But one thing they knew clearly...Seeing them from each other only spurred them even more in their passion every time. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling as he began to move inside her again. Slow this time. Deep, rolling thrusts that made her whimper against his mouth.
Kayley caressed him with love as she enjoyed how he filled her, her body arching beneath him as another orgasm built. He could feel it, the way her naughty pussy tensed and clasped his cock, the way her breath hitched. He drove into her harder, faster, until she was crying out his name breathlessly, her body shaking beneath his.
This time, when he came, he collapsed on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress. Kayley's arms wrapped around him tenderly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed the top of his sweaty head. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath warm against his skin, and her body drenched in sweat.
For a moment, they stayed like that—entangled, breathless, and enjoying the bliss.
But reality had a way of intruding.
Henrik lifted his head after he calmed, and the nirvana was passing the apogee, pressing a final kiss to her lips before rolling off her. Kayley's eyes followed him as he sat up, her expression already shifting from post-coital bliss to something sadder.
"Really, Henrik?" Her voice was soft, almost accusatory. "You're leaving already?"
He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I told you I had to go, baby. Work isn't gonna wait." He stood, grabbing his clothes from the floor and beginning to dress. "Having fed the hungry kitten, I can go now." He shot her a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
Kayley didn't smile. She sat up, pulling the sheet to her chest as she watched him. "I want you to study too, Henrik," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Tears pooled in her eyes, but she blinked them back.
He felt his chest tighten. He crossed the room, kneeling beside the bed to take her face in his hands. "I know, beautiful. I will. But right now, that's not my priority—us is. We need money. We'll get through this, okay?" He kissed her again, slow and deep. "I'll see you later."
She nodded, but the sadness didn't leave her eyes.
Henrik stood, forcing himself to turn away. He took his wallet from his pants and removed a couple of bills, leaving them on the dresser. "Also, by all means, have breakfast here or in the cafeteria, but please have something, alright? Don't forget to eat during recess. I will see you later." He grabbed his phone from the bed and his bag from the corner, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door. Behind him, Kayley stayed silent, the weight of their situation pressing down on them both.
The apartment was small, crumbling, but it was theirs. For now, at least.
He took one last look at her before stepping out into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him as he closed it with the keys.
He walked down the stairwell to the entrance and left the building. The morning air was cool, the city already bustling with life. Henrik took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead.
They would make it. They had to.
He walked to the bus stop one street away and waited for the bus to come. As he looked into the street, awaiting the bus, he couldn't help but start thinking about the day ahead. First, he would work at the café for the morning and afternoon shift, and later, he would go and take one of Lance's clients. It seemed the rich woman had come back asking for him again. Surely, he would be able to get quite an amount of money from her today again. She had been quite hooked and a bit obsessed with him since he knew and fucked her after Lance presented him to this client. He was working in Lance's agency, hooking up with thirsty women for a while to make ends meet to pay for rent and their living expenses. After all, he was just a high school boy and he couldn't get much from working in a café without having the chance of a better job without having better qualifications or a title. Thankfully, this man, Lance, found him one day because of his handsome and irresistible looks to women at the café and offered him a side job at late hours...to fuck women in exchange for money. At first, he enjoyed it a bit, but later it became quite dull. It wasn't like fucking his woman, Kayley.
He stood up and got inside the bus, while paying for the passage, he could feel the looks of everyone there on his body; he could even feel that the women present were surely looking at him with devouring eyes and examining him like a delicious prey. He didn't care as he paid and sat in an empty spot beside a young brunette who blushed and peeked at him from the corner of her eye as if she were being discreet about it. She wasn't, but he didn't give her attention.
He sighed. It was hard-mode for him in this life. Yes, this life... as it wasn't his first... he suddenly one day woke up as a baby and he didn't know why or how... he didn't have much of a choice than to accept it. The shitty thing was that he didn't have parents nor anyone to take care of him this time. His name was Henrik Labonair, or so said a note beside his body when the orphanage took him in.
He and Kayley were both orphans; they had been with each other since he could remember. And one day, they just left that place as it was quite shitty, and he took upon himself to take care of them both. And he did. But it wasn't something easy; it was reality-crushing not having enough money. He barely made ends meet so they could have at least a dignified life. He thought that reborn people were the protagonists of some story, but so far, he hadn't seen any benefits to what he was living more than having a hard life. At least things were getting better lately, and he started investing in some good things... in a couple of days, he would have enough money so they could leave that shitty and crumbling apartment for a better place.
He did everything he could... for him and Kayley... she was his only motivation not to give up on himself even if it was hard... she is quite a girl... my girl. She is caring, loving, sensible, and understanding... even when I told her about Lance's offer of work when I couldn't continue hiding it from her as he didn't want to hide it. She needed to know... and she, to his surprise, smiled at him with a few tears and only asked him to always come back to her...
This needs to stop... he can't keep doing this to her... this provided him enough money to change their lives with the investment he did. He wouldn't need to continue working like his life depended on it if it went all right. This afternoon, he will know.
As he arrived at his destination, he got off the bus, and he could swear that the girl beside him sighed with disappointment as he got up from the seat.
Henrik walked a couple of streets before entering a big café in front of one of the city's main squares. He greeted his coworkers, Stacy and Carol, who looked at him eagerly, their bright smiles suggesting they wanted to devour him on the spot—just like every woman did. With a wink and a charming grin, he kept things light. Better to be on good terms than bad ones, he thought, before heading to the service room to change into his work clothes.
As he sat on the bench in front of the lockers, removing his shoes, his phone buzzed. A message from the department owner: Labonair, don't forget the rent is due today if you wish to continue having the place, and there's an increase in price this month.
Henrik sighed, rubbing his temples before replying: Understood, Raymond. I'll transfer it later.
Or maybe not... hopefully, they will leave that shitty place today.
He tossed his phone aside and changed, glancing at himself in the mirror. Even tired, he couldn't help but smirk at his reflection. A young man, tall with a bulky, muscular frame, a handsome face that made women weak in the knees, dirty-blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. Tsk tsk... Not bad for a guy who's had to fight for every damn thing in this life.
Just as he was about to leave, the café supervisor, Clarise—a plump, red-haired, green-eyed woman in her early 30s—called him into her office. The moment he walked in, her expression shifted from professional to something far more… hungry.
She greeted him with intimate kisses on both cheeks before gesturing for him to sit. "Your pay will be deposited by midday, Henrik. Including the double shift," she said, her voice smooth.
Henrik smiled. "Good to know, Clarise. I've got bills and rent to pay."
Clarise's gaze lingered on him, her fingers tapping the desk. She knew she shouldn't—but the way he looked at her, it always drove something dark and needy inside her... his body... It's damn beautiful body was also something that she couldn't resist peaking and desiring at every chance since he started working at the cafe…she lost count of how many times she fingered herself while thinking of Henrik... Fuck it.
"Actually," Clarise's eyes became subtle as she said, her voice dropping to a murmur, "if you could… stay a little longer… I could give you a bonus."
Henrik's hand froze on the door handle for a moment at the unexpected proposal that he never expected from his boss; it was something so abrupt and random that it shocked him a bit. He turned, his smile shifting to something darker, more predatory. Clarise's breath hitched as her knees trembled.
An hour later, Henrik left her office, straightening his shirt with a satisfied smirk. He casually flicked away a few beads of sweat from his forehead and steadied his breath. The woman remained slumped in her chair, panting, her eyes lost and glazed, and her still trembling body with euphoria, marked with reddened patches across her neck, breasts, ass, and hips from where he kissed, held, and enjoyed her. Her pussy glistened with a viscous fluid that trailed down her thighs, forming a small pool on the floor beneath her, the proof of their little arrangement.
The morning passed smoothly. Henrik made small chat with his coworkers Stacy and Carol with his usual charm as he took his post and prepared himself. The girls blushed as they chatted with him; they weren't deaf, they heard Clarise scream like a banshee while getting fucked by him, nonetheless, they didn't say anything as they finished everything and opened the place. The café wasn't busy during the morning, but one pair of blonde women had been sitting at a table since early, watching him with obvious interest without hiding or being subtle about it.
Mother and daughter? or sisters? he wondered all morning. The younger one, who looked around his age, kept giggling and stealing glances, while the older woman, elegant, far more mature and poised, probably in her mid-20s, watched him with a knowing and seductive smirk.
He ignored them, focusing on orders, but they kept calling him over, their eyes never leaving him. Also, he didn't know why but he felt that he knew the older one from somewhere but couldn't place a name to the face or even remember.
At midday, his phone buzzed—an automatic notification from his bank telling him of his pay: $4,000 deposited. He smirked, but the joy faded as he thought of the rent. Still not enough.
While his moment of joy was short-lived before being extinguished by his cost of life, he didn't give up. If things go well… everything changes. So he decided to calmly wait.
The blonde women finally called him over, their voices sweet and insistent.
"Please, sit with us," the older one said, patting the seat beside her with a mischievous look.
Henrik hesitated. "Ma'am… I'm working—"
"Just for a moment, please," the younger one pleaded with doe eyes, scooting closer.
He looked at the girls and couldn't help but feel compelled to listen to them. This urge grew stronger as he saw the younger one, feeling an inexplicable desire to comply with her words, a subtle need stirring within him. But what sealed the deal was the little moon tattoo he saw in their neck that made his eyes dilate into a fine needle, and his breath ragged a bit...He somehow felt that trouble was coming his way, but he couldn't be sure if they also had the wolf in their breast as they weren't wearing tops that left skin to be looked...
Henrik sighed and sat beside the young girl. Her thigh pressed against his, her smile was radiant, and her face was a picture of bubbling joy as she looked at him with adoring eyes that held a deeper, more meaningful intent.
"What's your name?" she asked excitedly, batting her lashes.
"Henrik."
"Don't you have a last name?" the older one smiled.
"...Labonair."
The woman's eyes enlarged a bit in surprise and unexpectedness before she calmed down.
"And why have you been ignoring us all morning?" She teased, trying to hide her inner turmoil that was stirring.
Henrik raised an eyebrow. "Because I'm working. And you've been staring at me for four straight hours, a man can also feel intimidated and shy by two pretty ladies' intense admiration."
The girls looked at each other with a smirk on their lips like little naughty foxes.
The younger one giggled. "We just think you're… very handsome. and... clearly hardworking, obviously."
The older woman chuckled at her daughter's words as she leaned in, her voice dropping. "And we'd love to… get to know you better."
Henrik's lips twitched for a second... he looked at them both for a moment. Before he asked the older one. "What is your name? Do we know each other from somewhere?"
"I have a hitching feeling of knowing you..."
The woman smiled at him amusedly and also with intriguing interest at the little guy's words. "My name is Rebekah... Rebekah Mikaelson."
As soon as she finished her words, Henrik's mind shook as he groaned and grabbed his head as images appeared in his mind.
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"I can help you... I can give you a child and let you be a mother, but you need to save me. Don't let your brother sacrifice me to those damn witches."
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"I did my part... you are pregnant with our daughter. I just ask for her to be named Lilith..."
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"He doesn't love me nor wants me...He believes that I'm not his son from the start, that I'm something evil that carries his blood...but the truth is, I still consider him my father, as Hayley and Hope are my mother and sister, and you my aunt!... well, I don't need him. He can go to hell."
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"Don't do this... are you leaving me and your unborn daughter? What about your mother and your sister?" Rebekah choked with tears.
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"Take care of her, Rebekah. Maybe someday we will see again when I'm not just a baby that can't protect himself from a world that wants to destroy me because of being a siphoner or ... a person from another place that just happened to appear in a place and body he didn't want from the start."
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"And mine is...." the young woman was eager to present herself too.
"Lilith..." Henrik groaned painfully as he grabbed his head before she could speak her name.
They were shocked at his response, but also became worried at his sudden exclamation of pain.
"Henrik, are you alright?" The girls cried out, seeing his pained groan and look.
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At night, Henrik tiredly came back home... it was a long day. He didn't know how he finished working and then left for the gym and later went to meet the rich woman at a fancy restaurant where he ate a lot and then for the room in a hotel where he satisfied her for a generous thousand.
As he entered his apartment with a few bags in hand, he called out. "My love, I'm home."
Kayley appeared from their bedroom as he walked inside and dropped the things in his hand on their dining table.
"Welcome back, babe." She embraced him in a tight hug and kissed his lips lovingly.
"Sorry that I came late. Things took longer than I expected." He rested his forehead against hers as they looked at each other's eyes. "I brought dinner; hopefully, you like these cheese bombs and meatballs, love. Also, cans of beer, we should celebrate that I will be back to studying with you. We don't need to worry about money anymore."
"Wha-..." Kayley was speechless as she heard her man. Her hands shot to her mouth. "How... I'm... I... I'm so happy!!!" She screamed in ecstasy as she kissed his lips in pure bliss multiple times.
"How many times have I dreamed of this, Henrik." She panted as they separated from their kiss. "I can't believe it. Tell me everything. But first, you should take a warm bath, you deserve it, hubby."
"Mhm." Henrik smiled at her gleeful look at the news. He kissed her lips and caressed her soft ass, eliciting soft pretty moans from her for a few seconds as he left her and went to their bath as his lips couldn't help but raise as he heard the noise behind him as Kayley was cheering and bouncing happily, still processing the news.
A while later, they were both entangled on a couch as they ate and fed each other and drank cans of beer as they watched a show while being lovey-dovey.
"Tomorrow we should look for a better place; let's not continue staying here."