Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 21
“Why did you make that sound? Answer me.”
“I-I don’t know. Why are you even asking? I just…”
Hansel averted her eyes downward, his persistent questioning making her uncomfortable. He reached out and grabbed her chin.
“Look at me.”
Slowly, reluctantly, Hansel raised her gaze to meet his. In his deep red eyes, an intense mix of curiosity and desire bubbled and churned. It was a gaze that devoured her whole, as if casting a sweet spell. Almost involuntarily, she mumbled,
“Because… your c**k touched me.”
Once the words left her mouth, it felt like a thin, fragile barrier inside her had burst.
Alarm bells rang in her head, a primal warning blaring like a siren.
“What happens when it touches you that makes you make those noises?”
“……”
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s not that… exactly.”
Hansel’s throat felt dry. She licked her lips a few times, hesitated, and then exhaled a resigned sigh.
“It’s because… it felt good,” she murmured, almost inaudibly.
She tilted her chin slightly downward, gesturing toward her lower body.
“It’s the same as when you feel good when someone touches your c**k. When I’m touched down there, it feels like that for me.”
He remained silent for a moment. His heavy breaths seemed to make his already engorged member swell even more before settling back slightly. Then, in a slow, deliberate tone, he asked,
“If it feels good, why tell me not to move? Does it ruin the order?”
“Huh?”
“You said yesterday that it needs to be touched before being sucked.”
He was repeating back what she’d told him the previous night. Hansel rolled her eyes briefly. She could easily make up another lie to manipulate him, to stop him if she wanted.
But the problem was that she didn’t feel like stopping.
Even just staying still made her insides tingle with a pleasant sensation. Her body was aching to rub against him just a little, just once, very gently.
It’s not like she planned to let him put it in. Just touching—it wouldn’t go further than that.
“How about this,” she said. “I’ll show you, and you can try it yourself. You like trying new things, right?”
“Yes.”
The more new things she taught him, the lower the chances were that he’d harm her. Teaching him about touching, seeing, or sucking—it was all for her own survival, she reasoned. Hansel finally convinced herself completely.
“Okay. I’ll move back a little so I can show you better.”
He obediently shifted her body back slightly. The warmth that had been radiating between them disappeared, leaving behind an odd sense of emptiness.
Hansel lifted the hem of her tunic, revealing her flat lower stomach and the smooth, hairless flesh beneath. Her folds, slightly parted and flushed pink, glistened with wetness.
Though there was now a small gap between them, the fluids they had shared still connected them in thin, glistening strands. The lewd sight made Hansel’s heart race, though she forced herself to maintain a calm demeanor.
“This is called a v****a,” she explained. “When it feels good, like your c**k, it produces wetness.”
“You’re really wet. How many times did it feel good for you?”
“It doesn’t stop at once like it does for you. It keeps happening because I’m a woman.”
“You must have to drink a lot of water every day.”
His serious comment caught her off guard, and Hansel let out a small laugh despite herself.
To give him a better view, she spread her legs a bit wider. To ensure she didn’t fall, he tightened his grip around her waist, holding her steady.
Between her soft, white thighs was the delicate pink of her folds. Fully spread, her entrance was slightly open, exposing the glistening interior. Each time she clenched slightly, her folds twitched and moved faintly.
As he observed her, his own member continued to twitch, oozing pre-c*m steadily.
Hansel decided to skip over explaining the labia and entrance, focusing instead on her swollen c******s. She wasn’t planning to go all the way, after all.
“This spot here,” she pointed at the small, swollen nub. “It’s called the c******s. Or c**t. Like your c**k, it feels good when you touch it or lick it.”
“It’s… beautiful,” he murmured with genuine awe.
The soft, pink folds resembled delicate flower petals, and the round, swollen c******s looked like a tiny gem nestled within.
“Something that small can feel good?”
He stared at her intensely, speaking almost in wonder.
“It’s so small. Wouldn’t it hurt if I sucked on it?”
Hansel swallowed hard. The innocence in his gaze only made the situation feel more indecent.
“Do you want to try while I explain?”
After everything she’d endured, from sucking him last night to now, she figured it was only fair for him to reciprocate.
“Yes.”
As expected, he readily agreed. He seemed to enjoy trying new experiences, which made this mutually beneficial—or so she told herself.
“Here, the c******s,” she pointed again. “Press it first, then rub it gently.”
He lowered his free hand, using his thumb to press lightly on her c**t.
“Ah…!”
The moment his touch met the sensitive spot, a wave of pleasure shot through her. This was exactly what she had been waiting for.
