Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 109
The sensation of Dante’s c**k hardening right before climax made Hansel moan again.
Suddenly, thick s***n poured into her, the intense white fluid spilling between their tightly joined bodies.
It seeped past Dante’s abdomen, dripped down Hansel’s pale thighs, and made a mess on the ground below.
As Dante’s hips jerked with the force of his e*********n, Hansel reached her peak once again, her toes curling tightly. The overwhelming sensations had launched her to heights she couldn’t seem to come down from.
Her brain felt like it was melting. With weak, trembling hands, Hansel managed to push against his hips, her voice shaky.
“Enough… please, take it out…”
Her entire body was so overstimulated that just having him inside her made her feel like she was climaxing all over again. Even the tips of her fingers brushed against his firm lower abdomen as she tried to push him away.
And then—
Thud.
Dante pressed Hansel completely flat against the ground. The heady scent of spring flowers filled the air, tickling her lungs, but there was no space in her overwhelmed mind to appreciate the fragrance.
Dante leaned his entire weight onto her back. Hansel clutched at the grass and let out a sharp cry.
“Ah…!”
The sheer weight pressing down on her made it hard to breathe.
Even before the last shudders of his climax subsided, Dante’s c**k hardened again inside her, swelling to its full size. Still trembling from the aftershocks of her own o****m, Hansel’s eyes shot wide open as the returning pressure overwhelmed her.
“No, not yet— I’m still… Ah! Ah!”
Dante, still coated in their combined fluids, began thrusting again without hesitation. The crude, primal friction was overwhelming to the point of fear. It was raw, unfiltered pleasure, stripping away every layer of pretense and identity.
As he drove into her, Hansel could do nothing but tremble, bite her lips, suck on her fingers, and cling to Dante wherever she could reach. When he leaned in to press his lips to hers, she met him halfway, swallowing his tongue with equal desperation. There was no thought, only the instincts of two entangled beasts.
The words tumbling through her mind were too primal, too obscene for the conscious Hansel. This was a union that went far beyond the realm of ordinary desire.
In the midst of their frenzied coupling, Dante’s thoughts, paradoxically, became clearer.
It was Hansel who was unraveling him.
Like a duckling imprinting on the first thing it sees, Hansel’s presence had already carved itself into the deepest, most instinctual parts of him.
What was driving him wild was the sight of Hansel giving herself over entirely, surrendering her body and mind to the raw, physical connection they shared.
“Hansel. My Hansel…”
His heart felt like it would burst. The sight of her trembling and sobbing beneath him, her body clinging to his every thrust, drove him to madness. He wanted to devour her, kiss her, lick her, consume every part of her.
Her hair stuck to her sweat-slicked face, and he brushed it away gently. No matter how many times he inhaled her sweet scent, it wasn’t enough. He was insatiable.
“Mine. You’re mine, Hansel. You’re…”
Dante bit down on Hansel’s lips, then trailed his teeth down to her neck.
“I love you.”
“Ugh… ah, ah… I-I love you too…”
Hansel’s blue eyes had long lost their focus. As she panted, her trembling lips grazed Dante’s fingers, biting and licking them weakly.
“Dante… ugh! I… I…”
Dante let out a low groan through gritted teeth.
He grabbed Hansel’s hips and thrust his c**k deep inside her with a forceful motion. Hansel immediately realized this time was different.
She was already intimately familiar with the size and hardness of Dante’s c**k at its most aroused—or at least she thought she was.
But now, it swelled even larger, stretching her insides to the point of pushing her soft flesh outward. The pressure in her lower belly made her feel like her organs were being pushed toward her throat.
At the same time, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body was so intense it took her breath away. If Dante hadn’t inserted his fingers earlier to ease her, she might have actually stopped breathing altogether.
“Ah… ahh, ah…”
Hansel shuddered uncontrollably, gasping for air like a broken machine. Tears streamed from her eyes as her body quaked with indescribable pleasure.
It was knotting.
The massive, overwhelming sensation made her feel like she could die happy at that moment. Her entire body trembled as her vision blurred and flipped.
Inside her mind, fireworks didn’t just burst—they roared like a molten furnace. The scalding heat seemed to devour her entirely, sending shockwaves of electric pleasure rippling through her body.
Could an o****m truly last this long? The seemingly endless waves of euphoria were almost too much to handle.
Suddenly, Dante bit down on the nape of her neck, growling like an animal marking its mate. His hips jerked with an erratic rhythm as he came again, shuddering violently.
Almost as if in apology for the bite, he licked the spot soothingly.
