Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 44
He sucked deeply, his cheeks hollowing, and Hansel felt as though the entire mound of flesh was being drawn into his mouth. The firm press of his tongue against her hardened n****e sent bolts of sensation through her body.
The grip on Hansel’s other b****t tightened almost painfully, causing the ample flesh to squeeze through Dante’s fingers. When his grip was firm, it was a sharp, constricting sensation, yet when he eased his hold, it spread like a soft ripple of pleasure. Each shift in pressure left Hansel trembling.
His tongue traced the circumference of her areola, then pressed flat against her n****e, slowly licking upward. Hansel couldn’t suppress a faint moan, the sound slipping from her lips as if it had a will of its own.
Dante seemed to catch on quickly that her n*****s were especially sensitive. With deliberate care, he pinched one between his fingers while grazing the other with his teeth.
“Ahh!”
A sharp cry escaped her as her body jerked instinctively, her back arching off the surface. A surge of heat welled up from deep inside her, leaving her drenched below. Her underwear was already a mess, soaked through long before this moment.
Desire pooled at her core, a restless, aching need. Her c******s, swollen and painfully sensitive, felt as though even the slightest touch could unravel her completely. Her breath came in shallow gasps, lips trembling as the tension built unbearably.
Dante’s mouth and hands were relentless yet methodical. He worked the neglected n****e until it was flushed and tender, alternating between gentle nibbles and long, indulgent strokes of his tongue. His touches were obsessive, yet restrained—firm enough to leave her breathless, soft enough to keep her yearning.
At last, Dante lifted his head. His gaze, darkened with unbridled hunger, met hers. His pupils were dilated, his chest heaving with the effort to maintain control. Even the veins in his neck stood out, a testament to his struggle.
“I need release,” he murmured, his voice low and raw.
Hansel glanced down, her face flushing a deeper red at the sight of his e******n, straining against his pants as though it might tear through at any moment. His arousal was nearly as overwhelming as her own.
He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her lips as he whispered.
“I want to kiss you. To touch your b*****s while rubbing myself against you until I come.”
Though the need in his voice was palpable, he held himself back, his lips hovering just out of reach. The only part of her he touched freely was her chest, where his hands explored with obsessive reverence.
“Let me,” he pleaded softly.
Hansel’s mind was a haze of heat and want. His breath was maddeningly close, but not close enough. His touches were too gentle, his restraint too cruel.
Her voice came out in a breathless whisper, her arms winding around his neck.
“Do everything you want. Please… Dante— mmnh!”
Before she could finish, his lips captured hers, the kiss deep and consuming. His tongue sought hers immediately, tangling with urgency. The taste of him—warm, sweet, and intoxicating—flooded her senses. It felt as though he was devouring her whole, yet she couldn’t bring herself to care.
The kiss was searing, but there was a tenderness in the way he explored her, as if trying to memorize every part of her. When his tongue grazed the roof of her mouth, a shiver ran down her spine, and her hips bucked unconsciously.
One hand remained on her b****t, kneading the tender flesh, while the other slipped beneath her skirt. In one swift motion, he pulled her underwear down, the damp fabric clinging to her skin before falling away.
His hand found its way between her legs, his palm sliding over her slick folds. A surprised cry escaped Hansel, her body jerking as her nails dug into his shoulder. In her startled reaction, her teeth lightly grazed his tongue. Dante froze momentarily, eyebrows furrowing, but he didn’t retreat.
Hansel stammered, trying to explain between ragged breaths.
“Ha… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
He didn’t seem to mind. Instead, his focus shifted. He lifted her skirt higher, revealing the evidence of her arousal staining the fabric and even the surface beneath her. Embarrassment burned bright on her cheeks.
His tunic hit the floor next, revealing taut muscles that rippled with every movement. Broad shoulders tapered into a sculpted chest, and his abdomen was etched with firm, defined lines. Every inch of him radiated power and restrained strength.
His hand returned to her chest, cupping one b****t possessively as his other hand wrapped around his own arousal. The contrast between the soft swell of her flesh and the hard, throbbing heat of his own body seemed to fuel him further.
“Show me,” he murmured hoarsely. “Your b*****s. Your p***y. I want to see everything.”
Hansel’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in time with her hammering heart. She nodded, unable to form words.
“Is… is that all?” she managed to whisper.
“Yeah,” he replied, though his voice was thick with desire. “Because of you, I’ll come in no time.”
Even as he spoke, his thumb stroked the head of his e******n, his breathing growing heavier.
Hansel hesitated for only a moment before lifting her skirt fully, propping one leg onto the chair. Her thighs parted, revealing smooth, pale skin and the glistening evidence of her desire.
She felt completely exposed, vulnerable under his intense gaze, yet something about his raw admiration made her shiver with pleasure.
