Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 108
The bulging veins, the blunt tip, and the thick, muscular s***t—all tightly packed together. The substantial weight of his t*******s resting heavily against the perineum. She could feel every pulse of blood coursing through his member as if it were alive.
I should have listened when he said it was too tight. I can’t breathe. What do I do? It hurts. It’s hot, but I like it. It hurts, it’s overwhelming, but it’s just so good…
Just as Hansel’s scattered thoughts began to reassemble, Dante withdrew as mercilessly as he had entered, only to plunge back to the very depths without hesitation.
“Ah…!”
Hansel’s body gave out completely, her back arching in surrender.
Like a tool forcing its way through an unyielding wall, he pressed deeper into her still tight and unyielding insides. Her round b******s were flattened against the unrelenting firmness of his lower abdomen.
“No, stop… Aah! Dante, there, please, that’s the end! You can’t go deeper… nnngh!”
“I feel like my c**k’s going to melt.”
Dante’s voice was hoarse, his restraint visibly slipping. Her tearful, trembling voice only fueled his growing desire.
Splayed on the ground with her upper body collapsed, Hansel weakly reached back, her hands bracing against Dante’s pelvis, trying to push him away.
But her trembling walls betrayed her resistance, clenching down in needy spasms that told another story entirely. Hansel’s body was leaking profusely, greedily trying to accommodate the overwhelming intrusion.
It had been so long since they’d done this, and her response—desperate and all-consuming—lit Dante’s mind on fire. He pulled back slowly, savoring the wet, gripping sensation of her flesh dragging along his s***t.
The friction sent Hansel into another bout of trembling, her high-pitched cries spilling out as her reddened neck arched and her sweat-dampened back, still bearing the faint outline of his teeth, glistened under the dim light.
Most maddening of all was the way her inner walls clung to him when he withdrew completely, a stubborn little patch of soft pink folds tugging after his retreating length.
With a wet, popping sound, he withdrew fully before plunging back inside with a powerful stroke, driving her hips down into the floor beneath them.
“Ah! Dante, wait, not there— mnh!”
Even the slow, deliberate pace he set left her gasping for air, her mind a haze of overwhelming sensation.
Dante leaned over her back, his broad chest pressing her down as he buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply.
“You smell incredible.”
“Ha… uh, uh…”
“Sweet and delicious.”
His murmurs were thick, muffled as his lips brushed against her flushed skin, biting gently along her neck and earlobe before he grabbed the soft swell of her b*****s in both hands.
Pinned completely beneath him, Hansel had no choice but to surrender herself to his relentless thrusts.
Each time his thick head pressed against a particularly sensitive spot deep within her, a sharp cry escaped her lips.
It was as if he’d instinctively found that one place that made her melt and decided to exploit it mercilessly. His tip ground against it repeatedly, her moans growing sharper with every stroke. Their mixed fluids spattered obscenely at the point of their union, further heightening the indecency of the scene.
“Ah, ah, Dante, there…”
Barely coherent, Hansel muttered the same broken phrases repeatedly. Dante leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek as he whispered into her ear.
“How does it feel there?”
“Yes, yes! Umnh, it’s—unnh!”
“Tell me, Hansel.”
Hearing her name in his voice sent a shiver cascading down her spine.
“There, it’s… good. Dante, so good. Ahhh!”
Dante’s thrusts quickened in pace, the wet slap of their skin filling the room with a vulgar rhythm.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Hansel’s face as pleasure flooded every nerve. It felt as though her body existed only for this, her every sense focused entirely on the molten heat of their connection. She was consumed, her entire being trembling under his assault.
It was like being lifted to the highest peak of a tower, breathless and weightless, before being hurled back into the depths of raw sensation. Somewhere along the way, Hansel began to sob, her body and voice trembling as she called out his name repeatedly.
Sensing her climax nearing, Dante’s thrusts became more intense, his movements almost frantic.
“Dante, I’m going to—!”
Like a beast seizing its prey, he gently bit down on her earlobe.
“Come.”
“Uh, ahh, ahh! Ahh, yes!”
“Your p***y feels amazing….”
“Call my name. Please…”
“Hansel, I love you. Hansel. Hansel…”
“Ahhh!”
Hansel’s climax slammed into her like a tidal wave, wiping her mind clean of thought. Her vision went white as she ascended into a state of pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Her entire body trembled violently, every nerve firing off in unison as her inner walls clenched down on him in an uncontrollable spasm.
Her o****m pulled Dante along with her. He groaned deeply, his usually composed features twisting with raw desire as her pulsing walls milked him.
As her climax squeezed him tightly, Dante couldn’t hold back any longer. His back muscles tightened, his body quivering as his release overtook him. He pushed as deeply as he could, grinding himself against her quaking insides as hot, thick fluid spilled into her, marking her completely.
The room fell into a trembling silence, save for their shared, ragged breaths.
