Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 22
He pressed on Hansel’s c******s and began to rub it in circular motions.
The gentle yet faint stimulation felt good, but it also left her craving more.
Hansel’s hips moved involuntarily, shifting up and down to match his motions.
An inexplicable, electrifying pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her dazed.
He pressed the c******s with his middle finger, then lightly pinched it, experimenting with different motions.
Despite being inexperienced, his movements were surprisingly skilled, making Hansel’s vision spin.
He closely observed Hansel’s reactions as he continued to stimulate her c******s.
He noted how she tightened her hips when he rubbed a certain way, how her toes stretched and curled as her lips trembled like summer roses, and how her pretty cries filled the air as her waist moved rhythmically.
Each response she gave was etched into his blank, curious mind like notes on a canvas.
In a husky voice, he murmured, “When I pinch and press like this, your v****a gushes out so much water.”
He began rubbing the swollen c******s quickly, then pinched it tightly between his fingers.
“Haaah!”
The intense s****l pleasure was unlike anything Hansel had ever experienced.
It felt as if all the nerves in her fingertips and toes were crackling like tiny grains, rushing in waves toward her g******s.
Hansel’s hips bucked, her movements almost unconscious, following the rhythm of his hand.
His rough, firm hand brushed against her swollen entrance, and the wet sounds of their contact filled the room.
Her scalp tingled, and her throat felt parched.
With every surge of stimulation, her thirst for more sweetly built up, leaving her unable to stop her hips from moving.
His hands, caressing Hansel, moved faster and faster.
The desire in his gaze grew hotter and more intense with each passing moment.
As Hansel gushed fluid, her thighs stiffened.
It was her first time experiencing such a climax.
“Good… ah… huh!”
Hansel’s nails dug into his forearm as she convulsed.
It felt as though she had been shot to the very top of a high tower.
The overwhelming pleasure made her toes spread wide as she gasped for air, her breathing ragged.
Hansel let out a sharp moan, collapsing into his arms as she rode the wave of her climax.
Her soft b*****s pressed against his chest, separated only by the thin fabric of her tunic.
His hand, his c**k, and her g******s remained tightly pressed together.
Hansel buried her forehead into his shoulder, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.
He looked down at her in a daze, as if unable to process what had just occurred.
“……”
After a beat, he glanced at the small woman nestled in his arms.
His red eyes wandered, lost and uncertain.
It was clear she had felt pleasure from his actions, yet something inside him stirred uneasily.
The sensation was different from when she had sucked his c**k—it left him feeling unsettled and strange.
Every time she trembled and cried out, her already wet lower body released even more fluid with a delightful sound.
His heart pounded furiously.
Was this how she had felt when she sucked him?
Rubbing with his hand had felt good, but having it in her mouth had been several times better. Did she feel the same?
His curiosity bubbled over, compelling him to act.
He picked up Hansel, who was still half-melted from her climax.
Before she could yelp, he placed her back on the chair.
He knelt between her legs, spreading them open.
“Wait, you’re not going to… suck it… are you?”
“Touching comes before sucking, doesn’t it?”
He held her knees to keep them from closing, spreading her legs even wider.
He stared intently at her exposed v****a, as if carefully studying a masterpiece.
“Your v****a’s turned the color of strawberry cake,” he muttered. “Does it taste like strawberries too?”
Without hesitation, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against her v****a.
He focused on the pink pearl she had mentioned earlier, the spot she said felt good.
“Ah…!”
The slick surface of his tongue slipped between the delicate flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure up Hansel’s spine, from her tailbone to the nape of her neck.
Startled by her own moan, Hansel clapped her hand over her mouth.
The tunic slid down, covering his head.
As his head moved, the fabric rustled, the bulge in the tunic shifting with his movements.
He tilted his head from side to side and up and down, rubbing his lips against her sensitive spot.
Each movement made Hansel gasp in surprise.
Every time he sucked with a soft popping sound, moans escaped from Hansel’s lips.
Although she hadn’t taught him, he was already remarkably skilled, mimicking the way she had licked and sucked his c**k.
“Hngh… ah… ah…!”
When his flat tongue pressed firmly against her c******s, she felt its bumpy texture drag along her sensitive nerves.
Every time he tasted and explored, Hansel’s hips trembled with tension.
