The first sensation that hit Henrik was the warmth, the sheer comfort that enveloped him. The soft skin he felt beneath him, the harsh, dim lights of the room... He blinked, his vision adjusting to the soft, flickering light of candles and lamps on the wall.
It was a dream, it had to be. But it felt too real.
He tried to look around, but stopped when his gaze was drawn to the gorgeous, giant blonde woman in front of him.
'Wait... giant blonde woman?' Henrik thought, confused. Then he looked around more carefully, and everything seemed giant. There was a man and a few more women like maids in a gorgeously decorated room, but it was so... ancient. The decorations were reminiscent of the XVIII century.
'Oh boy...!' It dawned on him. It was happening. He really was in another world. His bloody phone sent him here, or whoever was interacting with him through his phone.
He looked down and found himself swaddled in cloth, his limbs smaller, chubbier. He was a baby. Panic surged through him, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity and awe. He was actually in the world of The Vampire Diaries and Vampire Academy... maybe there was more to it, but unlike the original main character, he was reborn as the son of Rebekah and Klaus Mikaelson. It was surreal, magical, and slightly terrifying.
His gaze shifted again to the woman holding him, and his breath hitched. Rebekah Mikaelson, his mother, was even more beautiful in person than on the TV screen. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled with tears that slipped down her cheeks, and her face was flushed with exertion and joy. He felt a pull towards her, a deep, primal connection that was both comforting and unsettling.
He wondered if she would be just like the TV shows and the fanfictions he read about her...
As she brought him closer to her chest, he felt a strange sensation, a hunger that was both familiar and alien. His gaze locked onto her plump breasts, and he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. He wanted to taste her, to drink from her. It was a bizarre feeling, but it was overwhelming, all-consuming.
So he wailed. "Wuaa~~!!!" He wanted to drink from those gorgeous nipples.
"My lady, I think the little master is hungry. Should I feed him?" one of the midwives with a large bust asked.
"NO! No one will feed my child but myself," Rebekah snapped angrily. Then she moved her son beside her engorged nipple and plump breast.
Henrik quickly latched onto it, his eyes rolling back as the sweet, warm milk filled his mouth. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and he suckled greedily, his hands grasping at her soft flesh.
"Mhmm~~" Rebekah tried to contain herself, but still moaned, feeling her child eating the milk from her nipple.
"Sister... aren't you a bit... excited?" Elijah looked weirdly at his sister as she fed her son.
"I..." Rebekah didn't know what to say to him as she was feeling so much pleasure from her son eating from her. Instead of trying to answer, she moaned again as she struggled to say, "Leave me be as I feed my child—B-Brotherrr."
"Rebekah," Elijah said, thinking about it.
"Ah~~!" Rebekah moaned and then said angrily, "Leave!"
"Alright, sister, I will come back later with Celeste," Elijah said, weirdly. Then he looked at the midwives. "You take care of my sister's every need."
"Yes, my lord." The compelled midwives nodded at his order.
He turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.
Rebekah moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she held him to her breast. "Yes, my darling," she cooed, her voice filled with love and something more, something primal. "Drink your fill."
Henrik felt a surge of pleasure, a warmth that spread from his belly to the rest of his body. It was intoxicating, addictive. He never wanted to stop. And Rebekah, she seemed to feel the same. Her moans filled the room, her body arching against him as she held him tighter. At some point, she was lost in it as she experienced a climax that was brought from the pleasure, wetting the bed.
Rebekah, lost in the moment, had her eyes locked onto Henrik, her love for him shining brightly. "You're mine, little one," she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. "All mine."
"Your name shall be Henrik... Henrik Mikaelson..." Rebekah declared, in memory of her little brother who died. 'And I would protect you from everything; nobody would hurt you.'
And so, Henrik's new life began. He was a Mikaelson, a tribrid, a being of immense power and potential. And he was loved, cherished, and adored by his mother. But his life was not to be an easy one, for he was also the son of Klaus Mikaelson, and that came with its own set of challenges.
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The years passed, and Henrik grew, his body changing, strong and healthy as part of his heritage.
His mother doted on him, her love for him bordering on obsession. She was always there, always ready to feed him, to comfort him, to love him. Their bond was deep, emotional, and more, and he reveled in it. He loved his mother, more than a son should, and he knew she felt the same.
Feeding time was their special moment, a time when they could connect, bond, and indulge in their shared pleasure. Rebekah would moan and writhe in pleasure as she experienced the ultimate pleasure, her eyes filled with ecstasy as Henrik drank from her. And Henrik, he would drink greedily, his hands grasping at her soft, plump globes of flesh, his eyes locked onto hers. It was intimate, it was intense, and it was theirs alone.
But their bond was not without its complications. Klaus, Henrik's father, was a constant shadow, a dark presence that loomed over their happiness. He hated Henrik, despised him, saw him as an aberration, a mistake. And he made no effort to hide his feelings.
Henrik remembered the first time he had seen his father, the first time he had felt the full force of his hatred. He was three years old, fooling around in the courtyard with a wooden sword against a dummy, his mother watching him with a smile. Klaus had stormed in, his eyes blazing with anger.
"What is this... thing doing here?" he had snarled, his eyes fixed on Henrik.
Rebekah had stepped in front of Henrik, her voice firm. "He is your son, Niklaus. And he has every right to be here."
Klaus had scoffed, his eyes filled with disgust. "That little beast isn't my son, sister."
The words had stung and cut deep. Henrik had looked up at his father, his eyes filled with rage. Unlike the main character from 'Henrik Legacies,' who tried to connect with Niklaus and ultimately found Klaus to be a loving father, this one wasn't even trying to connect with his own son, knowing full well that he was his.
"Why do you hate me, Father?" Henrik asked, his voice loud.
Klaus looked down at him, his eyes cold. "Because you should not exist, boy. You are a mistake."
And with that, he had turned and stormed off, leaving Henrik and Rebekah alone in the courtyard. Henrik had looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with confusion and pain. Shouldn't he instead be happy about having a child? Why was the narrative so wrong in this world?
"Mother, why does he hate me?"
Rebekah had knelt down, her eyes filled with love and sadness. "Because he is a fool, my darling. Because he does not understand the gift that you are."
"If he doesn't want to have a son, then fuck him. He can go and play happy family with that slave," Henrik said in disgust.
"Henrik! Don't say that. He is still your father," Rebekah chided him as she grabbed her son from the ground into her embrace.
Henrik looked at his beautiful mother's eyes and made a *tsk* sound before saying, "As if he wants a son."
"Don't get angry, it will make you grow grumpy," Rebekah smiled at him. Then she kissed his lips for a second and looked at his eyes. "Now, mister. Where did you learn those bad words?"
Henrik enjoyed his mother's lips as he got lost in her blue eyes. But when her question came, he scratched his cheek softly. "Uncle Elijah?" he said, trying to be cute.
"Don't lie, little rascal," Rebekah said seriously to him, but her lips had a smile.
"From here and there..." Henrik said innocently.
*Sigh* Rebekah sighed. "What am I going to do with you, darling?"
And so, Henrik's relationship with his father was established. It was a relationship of hatred, of disgust, of pain. Klaus saw in Henrik a reflection of his own sin, his own mistake, and he could not forgive him for it. He also didn't know how to be a father after Mikael and still doubted the weird pregnancy of his sister. He tried to impregnate other women during this time, but no one got pregnant, which made him even more suspicious about what was happening.