Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 45
The delicate, pale pink of her petals was soaked in the sticky nectar she had already spilled. It glistened with such abundance that it trailed down her cleft, pooling at the insides of her thighs, leaving her skin slick and shining.
When Hansel exposed herself, Dante froze entirely. His gaze, unwavering, locked onto her. The act of witnessing her bared so intimately seemed to immobilize him.
Hansel, trying to steady her breathing, reached one hand to knead her b****t while her other hand descended between her legs. With a slight thrust of her hips forward, she used her fingers to part her tender folds, revealing herself completely.
“……”
The grip on his engorged length tightened involuntarily. A faint groan escaped his lips as his hips jerked slightly, betraying his own restraint.
Blood rushed to his head, leaving him lightheaded. The sheer eroticism of the sight before him sent an electrifying heat coursing from his core to his fingertips.
“You see? There’s a hole,” Hansel murmured, her voice trembling.
He leaned closer, his face nearly brushing her, his breath fanning over her heated skin. The tangy scent of her arousal teased his senses.
It was maddening—every instinct in him screamed to bury his lips against her and taste her essence, yet he held back, bound by the constraints she had set.
“Your p***y is so beautiful it’s making me want to explode.”
One of his hands, which had been gripping her ankle, adjusted to spread her legs further apart, exposing her more fully to his view. His chest rose and fell with the force of his breaths.
Unable to restrain himself further, he leaned forward and captured one of her b*****s with his mouth.
“Ahhn!”
The pressure of his mouth was rough, almost desperate. He latched onto her flesh like a famished beast, drawing her b****t into his mouth with fervor. The sensations—his mouth hot and unrelenting—sent shivers coursing through Hansel, making her writhe uncontrollably.
When Dante finally lifted his head, a thin, silvery thread of saliva hung between his flushed lips and her reddened skin.
“Keep touching yourself,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
“Okay…”
Hansel whispered breathily, her voice trembling as her hands obediently returned to her chest. She massaged the tender mounds, her fingers instinctively rolling and pinching the hardened peaks.
Every motion sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, and her moans spilled out, sweet and unrestrained.
Dante’s gaze never left her. His arousal was almost unbearable as he watched her pleasure herself. His breath grew shallow, his body taut with need, his hands twitching at his sides as he fought against the urge to take her immediately.
“I’m close.”
“You can come…”
“Say my name.”
“Dante, aaahnnn…”
As if her words broke a dam, he released a guttural moan, his whole body trembling. The veins in his neck stood out as his climax surged through him.
Hot, sticky streams of his release spilled forth, mixing with the slickness already covering her. The sight of their combined fluids glistening against her flushed skin sent a shiver through him.
Though the release should have satiated him, Dante’s body betrayed him. Mere seconds passed before his desire reignited, his arousal stirring back to life.
Hansel glanced down at the mess between her thighs, her face flushing deeply.
“How are you… still like this?”
Dante’s crimson eyes, filled with an intensity that left her breathless, lingered on the glistening evidence of their passion. He reached out, brushing his fingers along the slick folds, his lips quirking into a faint, satisfied smile.
“Now that I can see the hole. I can finally put it in.”
***
Later, back in the bedroom, Dante dedicated himself to the ‘preparation phase’ with unyielding diligence.
His fingers delved into her warmth, exploring the tender walls that clenched and trembled with each stroke. The sensation of her tight, wet heat was intoxicating, making his head spin.
He worked her skillfully, his movements alternating between gentle and insistent. He paid close attention to every reaction, every flutter of her walls, and every breathy moan that escaped her lips.
When he pressed against a particularly sensitive spot deep inside, her cries became louder, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Unable to resist, he bent down to take her swollen c**t into his mouth. He suckled at the sensitive nub, drawing it between his lips, while his fingers continued their relentless exploration. Hansel’s cries grew louder, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.
Again and again, Dante brought her to the peak, her body trembling as he pushed her beyond her limits. Yet, even after hours of this intimate exploration, she remained impossibly tight, her body unyielding despite the countless times she had surrendered to him.
