Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 23
Every time his nose brushed against her c******s as he moved his head, sparks exploded in Hansel’s mind.
The shocking pleasure made it impossible for her to control her body.
Hansel could only clutch at his hair, crying out with gasping breaths.
The wet, slurping sounds from his lips filled the quiet dining room.
It felt like he was turning her mind into a chaotic mess.
“Ahhh!”
When he gently grazed her with his teeth before sucking hard, the rampant pleasure that had been overwhelming her burst like fireworks.
Her entire body trembled violently.
Blood rushed to her face, leaving it burning hot, and her tear ducts stung.
It felt so good that she wanted to cry.
Her mind went blank and spun dizzily, leaving her momentarily unsure of where she even was.
While Hansel convulsed, he stopped what he was doing to her.
As the intense pleasure that had engulfed her entire body ebbed away, all the strength left her limbs.
He pulled the tunic off his head and straightened up, looking down at Hansel.
Hansel, dazed, stared blankly at his movements.
His chin glistened with her fluids.
“Your juice tastes good,” he said.
To prove he wasn’t lying, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips lightly.
His eyes burned with a desire far deeper than when he had first e********d into her mouth.
He let his gaze linger on Hansel’s swollen, red v****a and the fluids dripping down to her perineum and tightly closed a**s, leaving everything slick and shiny.
“It’s a mess. Everything down here is soaked.”
He dragged his finger along the wet chair and down to the tiled floor of the dining room.
It was the curious and lewd action of someone newly awakened to sexuality—a mix of lust and naive fascination.
His fingers traced over the spot on the floor where Hansel’s fluids had pooled while she sucked him.
Suddenly, he bent down.
Hansel’s eyes widened to the point of nearly popping out of her head.
“What are you…!”
He leaned over and licked the spot on the floor where her fluids had collected.
The sound of his smooth tongue dragging across the tile echoed softly.
The sight resembled a dog kneeling at its master’s feet.
Horrified, Hansel bent forward and grabbed his cheeks, pulling his face upward.
He allowed himself to be pulled up easily, tilting his head back as he did so.
Hansel, seated on the chair and leaning forward, found herself eye to eye with him, his face so close that their lips might touch with even the slightest motion.
“It’s delicious.”
“……”
His half-lidded eyes gazed up at her with a lazy, seductive expression, causing Hansel’s heart to race wildly.
It was the face of a sensual fool—there was no other way to describe it.
That teaching such a sinister man about physical pleasure felt so decadent filled Hansel’s lower abdomen with an insistent, simmering heat.
“Anything else you want to tell me?”
Hansel flinched.
She had thought his eyes were clouded and languid, but his pupils were blown wide with excitement, the skin around them flushed red.
It was an expression she could never have imagined on him, even after witnessing his strange blankness or his ruthlessness when he smashed the hunter’s head.
Even when he experienced s****l pleasure for the first time, he had remained doll-like, emotionless.
Now, however, he looked like a beast ready to shred its tenuous leash of restraint.
Hansel couldn’t fathom why licking her v****a had excited him more than when she had sucked him.
All she could do was instinctively press her legs together, her body tightening with nervous tension.
Should I say I don’t know? What if he gets angry and kills me with his bare hands?
The way his eyes looked… he just might.
“I… I remember one thing,” Hansel muttered, feigning calmness.
“Is it me who’s feeling good, or is it you?”
“Hmm… both?”
His eyes gleamed with interest.
Hansel snapped herself out of her daze and raised her voice.
“Th-that’s it! But my memory is still hazy! So I’ll do it myself. You just sit there and do nothing, okay?”
She spoke in a hurried, desperate tone, but as always, he didn’t pick up on her urgency. He simply nodded obediently.
Hansel’s narrow chest heaved as she took a deep breath.
For now, the leash keeping this enigmatic man under control seemed to hold firm.
How long it would remain effective was anyone’s guess.
He sat quietly like a dog waiting for its next command, watching Hansel intently.
Still pressing her legs together, Hansel gestured subtly with her chin.
“Sit completely on the floor. Put your hands on the ground, and don’t move a muscle.”
“Okay.”
He obediently pressed his palms to the tiled floor.
Though he was still clothed, the only part of him visible was his ferociously e***t c**k.
The dark red, blunt tip throbbed beneath bulging veins on the thick s***t.
It gleamed from the fluids that had soaked it, a mix of his s***n and pre-c*m.
Each time he breathed, his abdomen rose and fell, causing his c**k to lift and fall, making a wet thwack sound as it slapped back against his stomach.
The sight was dizzying.
