Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 110
And then Dante turned Hansel’s head and kissed her.
Unlike his unrelenting movements below, his tongue was tender as it entered her mouth.
Only then did Hansel start to sob softly. As his lips brushed against hers and his tongue explored her mouth, his c**k, having just poured its release into her, moved languidly inside, as if savoring the afterglow.
“I love you, Hansel,” he whispered sweetly into her mouth.
The overstimulated sensations that had pushed Hansel to her limit began to subside. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her body going limp like a deflated balloon. She collapsed onto the ground, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Even as Dante remained inside her, he pressed gentle kisses to her damp cheeks.
“Dante…”
“Yes, Hansel?”
In a hoarse voice, Hansel murmured weakly,
“I… I’m not doing this again…”
Why had she even asked for knotting in the first place? It was beyond what any ordinary person could handle. If she tried it a second time, she would surely die. She resolved never to do it again.
As that sluggish promise formed in her mind, a chilling realization coursed down her spine.
Dante’s c**k was swelling again.
Hansel’s eyes widened in horror.
“No, no, I can’t… I can’t…”
“Just one more time,” Dante murmured.
“No! Stop…”
Dante lifted her body and flipped her over, keeping himself buried inside her. The sensation of his c**k dragging against her sensitive walls sent jolts of electricity through her nerves.
Burying his face in her neck, Dante groaned,
“I love you, Hansel.”
“No—wait! Stop, or I’ll… Ah! Ahhh!”
Reflexively, Hansel wrapped her arms around Dante’s neck.
Their wedding night wasn’t just a night.
It became a series of unforgettable days and nights.
***
Once the daily life of the Arsinoe couple officially began, Margaret paid a visit to her daughter’s new home.
At first, she couldn’t hide her disappointment. The eldest daughter of the Arsinoe family and the last heir of the Herodt family were living in such a tiny cottage? A mother-daughter war almost broke out once more, but thankfully it was averted.
Hansel and Dante often changed the color of the roof or swapped the gingerbread-style fence for other whimsical cookie designs, decorating the house in their unique, playful way. It was the cozy life of a newlywed couple.
They spent their days trying out new things, like spinning wool into clothes or baking bread together. Of course, the hard labor fell to Dante, though he didn’t mind. Most chores were solved with magic anyway, so it hardly seemed like work to him.
Throughout it all, there wasn’t a single shadow on Hansel’s face.
After spending a few days with them, Margaret thought to herself, If my daughter is so well-loved and happy here, who cares if the house is a little small?
It was agreed that Hansel would return to the Arsinoe estate for childbirth and postpartum care. Margaret insisted that it would be best to be where her experienced mother could help, and Dante wholeheartedly agreed.
Compared to ordinary people, childbirth was easier for mages. And Hansel had Dante by her side.
Still, the act of giving birth itself was something no one could do in her place.
***
Ten months later, the day of Hansel’s delivery arrived.
As soon as her water broke, Dante swept Hansel into his arms and rushed her to the Arsinoe estate. The entire manor erupted into chaos.
In the grand bedroom at the very top of the estate—decorated as ornately and regally as the emperor’s own chambers—everyone bustled in and out, preparing for the delivery.
Dante clung to Hansel’s side, gripping her hand tightly as she labored in the grand bed.
Hansel had stubbornly insisted she didn’t want him to see her in labor, but Dante wouldn’t leave her side. Since they exchanged their vows, he had become even more attached to her, unable to rest unless he saw everything she did with his own eyes.
Besides, even for mages, childbirth was still a dangerous ordeal. How could he, as her husband, leave her alone in such a perilous moment?
“Dante, I’m scared. What if something goes wrong? What if something happens to me or the baby? Don’t go anywhere, okay? Promise me?”
His woman was trembling in fear.
“I won’t. I’ll stay right here,” Dante replied, gripping her hand even tighter.
Though his expression remained calm, it was clear his fear far surpassed Hansel’s.
Every time Hansel screamed in pain, Dante’s face grew visibly paler.
Her small, round forehead was drenched in sweat, veins bulged in her delicate neck, and her tiny hands gripped his with a strength he didn’t think possible. She was so small—how could she endure such hardship to bring their child into the world?
Dante vowed to himself again and again: Never again. This is the last time.
