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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Originals_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Hope_Mikaelson/Klaus_Mikaelson
  Character:
      Klaus_Mikaelson, Hope_Mikaelson
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Taboo, Erotica, Forbidden
      Love, dad/daughter_incest, Vampires, Angst, Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-03 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2761
****** Fatal Attraction ******
by SinfulSecrets
Summary
     Klaus and Hope are cast into a prison world when Dahlia returns from
     the dead. Eleven years of isolation from the outside world brings
     them closer together... a little TOO close.
He wished he could take it back. All of it. The sickness had plagued his mind
ever since their return, like a fever in the brain that would not cool down.
How regretful Klaus Mikaelson felt; how helplessly tormented. Every day he
cursed the witch who had punished him and Hope. For eleven years they were
trapped inside a prison dimension: a replica of New Orleans, but without its
inhabitants, frozen in time for over a decade. Dahlia had risen from the dead
and had cursed them to live an eternity in isolation.
Despite the horror of their situation, he’d spent eleven years nurturing his
daughter, teaching her everything he knew about the world, about supernatural
beings. He’d not only been her father, but a mentor, a confidante, and much to
his regret… a lover.
As soon as Hope had hit puberty, Klaus knew that he’d have to help her
understand the changes in her body—to discuss sexuality, as much as it made him
uncomfortable. During those years, he was patient with her and did his best to
be a good father. But when Hope turned seventeen, she became so chronically
depressed.
The fairytales that he’d used to read to her of princes and happy endings, the
experience of romantic love was something Hope would never experience. She’d
expressed this to him on the night of her seventeenth birthday.
It gutted him to see her cry in his arms. It hurt him even more to realize that
she felt alone and yearned for something he could never give her.
For years he’d remained hopeful that his family would find a way to break the
curse and rescue them, but as the seasons passed, his hope diminished. After a
full decade, he gave up altogether.
The only source of happiness in his cursed existence was Hope. She’d grown up
to become such a beautiful young woman, with her father’s golden locks and her
mother’s feminine features. Klaus had always known that his daughter would have
every boy lining up to date her. Every father’s fear was to watch their
daughters suffer heartbreak, but fortunately for Klaus, he’d been relieved to
know that he’d never have to see that happen to Hope. But that didn’t mean that
she wasn’t suffering. Her anguish was of a different kind, equally painful, if
not more.
As the Hybrid paced his study, he shut his eyes and remembered the night that
changed everything between them: their first time.
It had been such a foolish decision to have allowed her to drink on her
birthday. He’d had a little too much to drink as well, proving in hindsight
that what happened that night had been a severe error in judgement on his part.
Hope had kissed him. She’d kissed him like a love starved girl, desperate for
contact. When Klaus had tried to stop her, she begged him to kiss her back; she
begged him to let her experience intimacy, the same way she’d seen in movies
she’d watched.  
For years Klaus had been deprived of sex. His self-discipline and morals had
gone out the window the first time Hope seduced him. Everything about her had
changed. It seemed as if she’d transformed into a desirable young woman
overnight.  
She lost her virginity to her Hybrid father on a sofa in their mansion on her
seventeenth birthday. It had happened so fast that he could hardly process who
initiated what. From what Klaus could remember, one moment they were drinking
and enjoying each other’s company, the next minute Hope had mounted him and was
kissing him so passionately.
He’d broken the kiss, but she begged him not to. She’d reached for his fly and
begged him to let her touch it.
He remembered her tears... the heat and anguish in her eyes. He remembered what
she said to him:
“Please, Dad…I love you. I want to be with you. I want this. We’ll never get
out of here. I can’t live the rest of my life pining for something I can’t
have. Please just let me experience this…”
She’d said a lot more than that, but what stood out the most in Klaus’s memory
was the way his daughter took charge of their sexual encounter. He was so
powerless that night—so stupidly drunk. He couldn’t prevent her from stroking
his cock. He couldn’t stop her when she slowly eased herself down on him, nor
could he prevent the pleasurable eruption that exploded from the pit of his
stomach when he was fully submerged inside of her.
The way she breathed and took control of her movement, rocking back and forth
on his cock; Klaus remembered it all: the sensation of stretching her tightness
and feeling her pulse around his rigid shaft. He remembered the way she took
his hands and guided them to her swelling breasts, encouraging him to touch
her—needinghim to touch her. Their labored breathing still echoed in his
consciousness every single day and night.
His daughter had initiated sex with him, and he’d done nothing to stop the
disaster. How conveniently she’d worn a skirt that evening. Was her seduction
premeditated? Klaus wondered as he continued to pace the candlelit room.  
He gulped back what remained of his liquor and squeezed his eyes shut,
remembering…
She’d hardly bled; she’d been so wet for him. Hope had certainly inherited her
father’s insatiable sex drive because after that night, they couldn’t keep
their hands off each other.
She wanted him to make love to her every day, and as much as Klaus had tried to
resist and convince her that it was a bad idea, he’d eventually caved and
became just as addicted to her body as she was to his. Their prison had become
their sanctuary.  
A majority of their time was passed fucking each other’s brains out in Dahlia’s
prison world. How quickly his resistance had evolved into need.He neededto fuck
her. He neededto cum in her. He neededto impale her with his cock every single
fucking day.
And that’s exactly what had happened. Klaus became his daughter’s lover. His
addiction to her had consumed him and she only enabled his destructive habits.
His love for her had transformed and there was nothing he could do to take it
back. How foolish he had been to listen to the hormonal pleas of a teenager who
had less wisdom than him. He was the adult in the situation. He should have
predicated a day like this would come; a day in which they’d be finally rescued
and returned to real life: reality, the present.
An entire week had passed since they’d returned to their family. Klaus felt as
if he was losing his mind. Neither of them had breathed a word about what had
happened during that year before they were rescued. No one had a clue about
their incestuous transgressions.
The Hybrid now lived in constant turmoil and guilt. He’d taken something from
his daughter that he could never give back. He’d ruined her so completely, and
by doing so he had ruined himself, poisoning the waters of his paternal bond.
Klaus remembered explaining to Hope about the nature of their illicit
relationship, how their intimacy was wrong. Incest was illegal and frowned upon
in society. He’d made sure that she realized the need for secrecy between those
who engaged in consensual incest. But it didn’t matter to Hope. They were the
only people alive in their isolated world. No one else existed but them. He
lived for her, and she lived for him. All they ever had was each other.
For an entire year Klaus never slept alone; Hope was always next to him,
seducing him, making love to him.
He’d fallen in love with her and it was pure agony. He wanted to rip out his
heart and toss it in the flames of the fireplace. It killed him to push his
daughter away. In his mind, what they’d shared only existed in Dahlia’s prison
world. Perhaps that had been his true punishment, Klaus wondered. Perhaps
Dahlia knew the day would come when his innocent little girl would become a
desirable young woman and lure out the beast from the man. It enraged him
inside. He was thirsty for revenge. Thirsty for blood: Dahlia’s blood.
Klaus knew that he couldn’t continue his wrongful relationship with Hope; not
when she finally had a chance to live a normal life. Damage control was his top
priority now. His daughter’s happiness and mental health depended on it.
Hope’s quiet cries of sorrow echoed down the hall, tormenting Klaus.
He hurled his drink into the fireplace and tried to win the battle that was
raging within.
He hated the fact that he could hear her. It was the worst kind of torture to
know that he was the reason for her pain.
As his patience wore thin, he abandoned rationality, opened his door, and
strode down the hall, headed straight toward his daughter’s bedroom.
 
                                     *****
                                        
Not bothering to knock, Klaus opened her door and shut it behind him.
There she was.
On the bed.
Wearing nothing but panties and a crop top, crying inconsolably.
“Daddy,”
One word. One word was all he let her breathe before he rushed to her at vamp
speed and pushed her down on the bed.
Their lips immediately collided with hunger and passion, both craving each
other with a burning desire. The taste of her minty tongue and feel of her body
made him throb and ache for her as he released his cock and pushed her panties
to the side, gliding into her pussy like the expert that he was. They’d had an
entire year to learn each other’s bodies. He knew what she wanted. She knew
what he needed.  
Hope cried out in pleasure as Klaus silenced her scream with a powerful kiss.
He thrust into her with deep, long strokes, surrendering to sinful temptation
at long last. He tasted her lust and lost himself inside her body. Nothing and
no one could ever make him feel such heightened pleasure. He buried every inch
inside her wanton pussy.
They’d both had a taste of forbidden fruit. Neither of them would ever be the
same again. She wanted to consume, and he wanted to devour.
When the kiss was finally broken, he adjusted his weight, so that he was
looking down at her beautiful face. With her mouth half parted, there was
nothing but love and lust in her eyes.
Klaus penetrated her slowly, determined to delay his release. All he could
focus on was Hope: pleasing her.
Reality as they knew it had changed, but they were still captive in Dahlia’s
prison, if only in their minds.
Nothing had changed between them. Hope still wanted him. He could see it in her
seductive gaze. He could hear it in the way she breathed and whimpered beneath
him.
“I need you,” she whispered. “inside me… all the time…”
He groaned and buried his face in her neck, no longer thrusting, to prevent his
release.  
Hope wrapped her legs around his waist and lightly dragged her nails down his
back. He trembled when she rubbed her pussy against him, begging for more.
“Stop,” Klaus cursed under his breath. “Fuck, stop. You’ll make me cum.”
“I want you to cum,” she licked his lips and tightened her walls around his
shaft.
Their mouths collided with newfound hunger as he picked up his speed. He’d
mastered the art of lovemaking, and there was no way he was going to ejaculate
prematurely.
After forty-five minutes of shattering Hope with one orgasm after another,
Klaus finally exploded inside of her. His cock throbbed and spasmed as he shot
jets of cum, filling her to the hilt.
It felt so good to finally release after seven days of sexual tension; the
frustration had been unbearable.
Passion poured from his lips while he kissed her and came down from a mind-
blowing climax.
Their labored breathing faded into the darkness when Klaus collapsed next to
Hope.
She curled up against him and slid her hand under his shirt. He’d been so
desperate to fuck her that he hadn’t bothered divesting himself of his
clothing.
He turned to face her, pulling her leg over his waist like he did many times
before after lovemaking.
“You will be the death of me,” he said, breathlessly.
“No, I won’t,” she whispered, tracing his face. “I missed you.”
Klaus gently caressed her thigh and searched her eyes. She looked so content,
so convincingly happy. It was a bittersweet moment.
“Dad, what’s wrong?”
A sadness had seeped into her sky-blue eyes.  
His heart gave a painful squeeze as he endured the violent warfare in his head.
“I’ve ruined you, love. I’ve ruined us,” he said in a hushed tone.
“It doesn’t feel that way to me.”
“We’re not safely hidden inside a prison world anymore, we’re in the real world
now.”
“I know that.”
“Everything we did… everything that happened between us last year…we have to
try to forget and move on from it, Hope.”
“I can’t!” she hissed in a whisper. “I love you. I don’t care that we’re
related.”
“Why don’t you understand what I’m trying to do for you? You deserve a chance
to fall in love with someone who is age appropriate—someone who is notme.”
She molded herself closer to him and kissed him so softly before she said, “I
can’t fall in love with someone who’s not you.”
Her confession touched him with overwhelming love. Klaus wanted to give her
everything. He wanted to lay the world at her feet. But what she was asking of
him was surely going to destroy them and their family. She was too young and
blinded by love to see it, buthecould.
“Let’s just move away,” Hope said. “Let’s live in Europe—no one would know
about us.”
“I cannot leave Marcellus when he needs me the most right now. War has broken
out in the city since our return. I cannot be selfish—and most of all, I cannot
be selfish with you.”
A crystal tear streaked down her cheek. He wiped it away and kissed her eyes.
“I love you so deeply,” Klaus murmured. “If you only knew to what extent—to
what depths… I wish I could lock you up and hide you away from all eyes but
mine.”
Hope kissed him again and brushed her tongue against his, reviving his arousal.
“No one has to know about us,” she said. “They wouldn’t understand. All that
matters to me is that you understand.”
What a monster he had become, Klaus thought. He’d created a beautiful child
with a woman he did not love, but respected. He’d raised that innocent little
girl on his own, loved her the way any father would love a daughter, and then
he took advantage of her sexual frustration and curiosity because he could not
control his own dark impulses. Klaus knew that he never would have been in this
situation if it weren’t for Dahlia’s curse. Hope would’ve grown up like a
normal teenager with a boyfriend her own age. If only he could have compelled
her to forget.
That’s when it suddenly hit him. He hadn’t bothered to do it before because he
never thought it would work. But he had to try now.
His pupils dilated as he stared into his daughter’s eyes.
“You will forget that we ever had sex. You won’t remember everything that
happened last year, and you will not remember what happened tonight. You will
no longer find me attractive. You will no longer be in love with me. You’re
going to fall asleep now, and when you wake up, you’ll wake up happy.”
He released her from his compulsion and watched her eyes close shut in deep
sleep.
He’d butchered his own heart. His soul was in pieces.
It had worked.
Ultimately, he knew he’d done the right thing. He’d satisfied his inner demon
one last time. After tonight he could no longer touch her. She would no longer
look at him with longing and lust. He’d wiped her memory clean. A fresh start
for her. Continued torment for him.
Klaus left his daughter’s bedroom and retreated to suffer the consequences of
what he’d done. Their sins would be entirely his own now. She didn’t deserve to
suffer his forbidden love, his forbidden desires.He would carry the burden of
what they’d shared alone. Forever.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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