Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 20
“J-Just stop it.”
When Hansel gathered her courage to mumble, he finally withdrew his hand from her mouth. A strand of silvery saliva connected her lips to his fingertips.
He glanced down at his hand for a moment before bringing it to his mouth.
“W-What are you doing?”
Ignoring her startled question, he slowly licked between his fingers once more, his red tongue dragging leisurely along the firm digits. Then, while maintaining eye contact with Hansel, he sucked his own fingertips into his lips.
“Tastes awful. My own c*m.”
Hansel’s expression soured in disbelief. She was grateful that his focus had shifted from making her suck him, but his behavior was utterly unpredictable.
“You’re right, it’s terrible. But you’re the one who made me swallow so much and sprayed it everywhere. Don’t you think you should let me rest for the day, just as a decent person?”
It was a lie. The truth was, his s***n actually tasted… quite good.
It had a subtle sweetness, like milk mixed with sugar, and a hint of creaminess. The pleasant taste was one reason Hansel had been able to endure sucking him for so long.
Hansel gestured repeatedly toward her lips, chest, and thighs. He followed the movement of her fingers with his eyes, scanning her body inch by inch. Suddenly, with a lewd sound, his e******n slapped against his lower abdomen.
Hansel snapped back to her senses and quickly lowered her hands. She tugged at the hem of her tunic, pulling it down while fidgeting her toes.
“If you’re really letting me stop, I’ll get off now. Will you help me down, or should I climb off myself?”
“You’re not even tired from just sitting there.”
“It is tiring.”
“What part?”
“I feel like I’m about to fall! My hips are just floating mid-air, so—ah!”
He wrapped an arm around Hansel’s waist and pulled her firmly against him.
Since she was forcibly straddling him, her pelvis naturally pressed against his e******n.
“Hnngh…!”
Her swollen c******s, already sensitive, was squashed against his length. A moan slipped from her lips as her hands clenched the fabric of his shirt. Her hips jolted as if shocked by static electricity.
It was the first time Hansel had felt anything touch her most sensitive area. Even the slight contact made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“Wait, don’t move. Please?”
Hansel hastily pleaded. His thick, ridged s***t pressed firmly against her sensitive flesh, hot and unyielding like a steel rod. With every breath he took, it twitched against her.
Her mind screamed that she needed to get out of this situation, but her lower body, teased by the contact, yearned for more. Her thoughts were in complete disarray, making it impossible to decide what to do. For now, all she could do was stay still and try to buy time.
Hansel looked up at him, panting. He was staring down at her, frozen like a marble statue.
“Don’t move. Got it?”
He seemed dazed as he slowly nodded. His gaze dropped to where their bodies were joined.
Their g******s were pressed so tightly together that his thick e******n visibly pushed against her lower lips with each breath he took. Each movement made her walls clench involuntarily.
The soft, wet sensation of her flesh clinging to his length left him light-headed. The area was so drenched that his s***t seemed to stick to her entrance completely.
Her mouth had felt soft and snug as it enveloped him, but the texture of her lower body was even softer, even more delicate. The urge to rub against her, to thrust like he had in her mouth, consumed him. Yet, her whispered plea to stay still echoed strangely in his ears.
He lifted his gaze and met Hansel’s eyes once more.
“Why did you make that sound?”
Hansel’s face turned bright red. She wanted to push him away immediately, but his arm was like an iron band around her waist. She also knew that even the slightest movement would cause their already sensitive parts to brush against each other again.
Hansel couldn’t muster an answer. The sensation had been faint, like a small ember of pleasure, but admitting it aloud felt unbearably humiliating.
While sucking him had been reckless, she had done it for survival, which gave her some sense of justification. When she had been forced to expose herself in the bathroom, she had managed to suppress any embarrassment, as he had behaved with the naivety of a child.
This was different.
It felt like tasting an unfamiliar yet exquisite foreign dish, one that lingered on her tongue and left her craving another bite. That her body found it delicious, that she wanted more, was both disconcerting and entirely alien to her.
