Chapter 1 – Memory of my birth

WAAAAAA, WAAAAAA

"Congratulations Madam Eros, you have birthed a beautiful baby boy!" A nurse who held me in her hands exclaimed.

Inside the wealthiest hospital, I was born.

I was extremely confused; I had been comfortably floating in a warm liquid until I stretched my leg to move and ripped through some sort of membrane. My head hurt a lot, it felt like I was going to be crushed if I stayed in those warm walls any longer. I had hit a thin wall that tore as soon as my head pressed through it, revealing me to this blinding light. I felt like my eyes were going to tear.

"He's so cute! I just want to eat him up~♥" said some pretty lady in a white nurse outfit.

I felt myself moving just to realize that I was brought into the soothingly warm embrace of who I would assume is my mother. My eyes were still blurry so I couldn't see properly, but just by those rough outlines that I could perceive, she was beautiful. Her smile was radiating such warmth towards me that I started crying once again.

"Aww~ I'm sorry, you must be hungry, right?" She had said in a soothingly melodious voice.

She then shuffled herself upwards to then reveal her shapely breasts which had these puffed tips on the end in which had a beautiful rouge color to them. They seemed to be the perfect spot for me to sleep, I wanted to stay forever on those voluptuous breasts of hers, like they were mine and mine only. I instinctually grasped for them like my life was on the line, planted my mouth on one teat and sucked like there was no tomorrow.

My mother giggled because of the unfamiliar feeling of having someone suck her nipple. She lovingly cradled me to make it easier for me to completely focus on the task at hand and said, "Your name shall be Damien, Damien Eros, my beloved child."

These beautiful breasts seemed to be brimming full of heavenly nectar reserved for me and only me. This indulgingly addicting taste was sweet and creamy, thick enough that I could feel my small stomach filling with all the gulps I was taking. This continued for quite a while, having my mother stroke my head while humming a lullaby. Her voice made me tired to the point that I didn't waste any time to fall asleep the moment I satisfied my thirst.

"Why does my skin feel healthier? That's not all but my child technically just took my virginity, that's weird." She said, talking to herself.

I could faintly hear words being spoken by my mother but unfortunately, I would never know what she said.

For the following week, I would go through a cycle of feeding, sleeping and having my diapers changed. I was also able to realize that there was something extremely light that I could sense swirling around me. It had an odd mixture of warmth and freshness to it that I just thought of it as the air.

My mother and I received a couple visitors from time to time, there was an old man, a woman who looks similar to my mother with a younger child and a thirty year old man.

My mother would try and have me sound out multiple noises and was ecstatic when I was able to replicate it. I wonder why she was astonished the first time I was trying to speak words. Though, all that I was able to reproduce was an. "Aaaaaoooo bvffrrbmmb"

I don't know if it's normal to remember everything that happened since I was born, but either way, seeing my mom having that radiant smile on her face is something that will be forever engrained in my mind.