Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 10
Hansel let go and fixed her gaze on his organ.
His fully e***t s***t was now stiffly standing, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.
The rigid pillar of flesh was impossibly hard, with veins bulging so prominently it looked as though they might burst.
It resembled an enraged beast, tense with fury.
When it had been flaccid, it looked grotesque, but now, in its e***t form, it was strangely beautiful.
Maybe it was because it resembled the rest of his well-toned body, or perhaps because the rounded head was slightly flushed a reddish hue.
She couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason.
Even before it was e***t, its size had been shocking.
Now that it was fully engorged, just looking at it made her head spin.
It was said that the stronger a mage, the larger his member.
It seemed Madame Virginia’s theory might indeed be true.
The Witch of the Gingerbread House standing before her might truly be the strongest man in the world.
And certainly, the largest.
He let out a deep sigh, and the dark red s***t moved slightly, falling away for a moment before smacking back against his abdomen with a soft thud.
The lewd sight made Hansel’s vision blur for a moment, and she had to force herself to regain focus.
“I’ll rub it properly now.”
Hansel noticed that her own voice sounded a little hoarse.
His broad chest rose and fell once.
He opened his eyes slightly, glancing down at Hansel.
“You said you’d suck it.”
“It’s too big for me to take in my mouth… I wanted to start with my hands.”
“You said you were good at it.”
“I’m good with my hands too. So, stay quiet.”
Her curt reply surprisingly silenced him.
It seemed the touch of her hands had been quite pleasurable after all.
Hansel, at least in theory, was confident.
She had read Madame Virginia’s book until the pages were worn.
Recalling its contents, she grasped his member and stroked it several times.
The tip grew wetter, and she spread the pre-c*m with her thumb.
Tightening her grip, she stroked down the s***t firmly.
With every stroke, his stomach twitched, and the veins on his neck stood out sharply.
As her motions quickened, the slapping sound of her hand against his t*******s grew louder.
“Huh… Ugh…”
He let out a sigh filled with suppressed desire.
Hansel quickened her hand movements and looked up at him.
His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he exhaled heavily through slightly parted lips.
Each time pleasure coursed through him, the corner of one of his eyes subtly crinkled, adding to his allure.
The sight of his face, flushed with arousal, was intoxicatingly provocative.
The rustling of fabric, the wetness on his dark red s***t and her pale hands, and the sound of her hand stroking his rock-hard member all blended into a symphony of obscene noises that buzzed in her ears.
Hansel’s own breathing grew heavier.
At some point, her n*****s had hardened, and her lower body throbbed faintly with a desire she tried to ignore.
She couldn’t help but feel her body responding involuntarily.
As Hansel sped up her hand movements, she soon reached her limit.
“Haaa…”
She let out a long breath through her teeth.
It wasn’t because of anything else—her arms were simply too sore.
Sensing her fatigue, he opened his eyes slightly and looked down at her.
“Now suck it.”
“But…”
As she leaned forward to take it into her mouth, she was once again overwhelmed by its sheer size.
Seeing her hesitation, he suddenly grabbed her hair and pushed his s***t against her face.
“!”
Startled, Hansel accidentally grazed his member with her teeth, which seemed only to heighten his arousal.
He tightened his grip on her hair and trembled slightly, his hips shuddering.
“Nngh…”
Hansel’s scalp throbbed, and her breath hitched, forcing a small whimper from her lips.
He glanced down at her sharply, but Hansel was too focused on licking the length of his s***t to notice.
With her bound hands, she grasped the base of his member and kissed along the bulging veins on the side.
She pressed her tongue against the veins and even rubbed her cheek against them.
Each time, his moans, rough and guttural, were enough to make her dizzy.
Finally, Hansel climbed to the tip, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and enveloped the rounded head.
At the same moment, his shoulders tensed visibly.
Hansel adjusted her breathing as she took him in her mouth.
Only the tip fit, filling her mouth completely and leaving no room for more.
Instead, she used her tongue to swirl around the head, sucking gently to produce a wet sound.
She had heard that such things usually carried an unpleasant smell, but his tasted faintly sweet, almost like sugar.
Was Madame Virginia wrong, or was it because the entire Gingerbread House was infused with a sweet aroma?
“Mmh…!”
As he approached climax, his hips began to tremble more violently.
Finally, a thick, milky fluid surged into her mouth.
