Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 46
Finally, Dante pressed a tender kiss to her brow.
“I’m not sure if it’ll fit.”
“But… we stretched it with two fingers. I can do it…”
Hansel, lying bare on the bed, clung to Dante’s collar, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her pale forehead, damp with sweat, had platinum hair clinging to it in disarray. Her flushed cheeks were painted with a lewd pink, glistening with feverish intensity.
Her eyes were glazed, lips slightly parted, as if intoxicated. After multiple climaxes, her body lay limp, her breath ragged. Yet, her soaked core clenched tightly with every inhale, betraying the obscene murmurs slipping from her mouth.
“I’m… thirsty…”
Dante, still leaning over her, rose to reach for the bedside table. A glass of water floated into his hand, guided by his magic. He took a sip before bending back down toward her.
He pressed his lips against hers naturally, gently parting them with his tongue to let the cool water flow into her mouth. Hansel let out a soft, delicate hum.
“Mmm…”
Only after ensuring she had enough did Dante pull back. Drops of water, spilling from their exchange, trailed down his jaw and neck, tracing the curves of his well-defined chest and the ridges of his toned muscles. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, his crimson eyes remaining fixed on Hansel.
“What if it tears you?”
Hansel said nothing. She couldn’t deny the truth of his words. His length was enormous—thick and long, practically the size of a child’s forearm. What was worse, it seemed to grow even more swollen and rigid with every release.
But even so… she had made up her mind. She couldn’t back down now. Today had been filled with resolutions, and she knew she might not summon this courage again.
Hansel had left everything behind, fleeing her home in search of magical power. To return empty-handed would be to face ridicule and shame. This was her choice—the one chance to succeed, no matter how daunting.
Her lips pressed into a firm line as she steadied her breath. Looking up at Dante, she met his eyes with renewed determination.
“Then… I’ll do it myself. Just stay still.”
She reached out with trembling hands to grasp his wrist. Dante, caught between his instincts and her insistence, hesitated briefly but ultimately allowed her to guide him.
Hansel pushed at his hand with featherlight strength. Even with her limited effort, Dante obediently withdrew his fingers. The emptiness left behind sent a shiver through her body.
“Lean against the headboard. And don’t move. At all.”
“…Alright.”
Dante replied, his brows furrowing slightly. Hansel didn’t wait for him to second-guess her. She pressed against his chest again, urging him back.
Though her strength was barely perceptible, Dante complied without resistance, leaning back against the headboard as she directed.
Hansel’s legs trembled, her lower body drained of strength. It was an effort even to rise. But Dante remained still, as she’d asked, watching in silence as she struggled to position herself.
Kneeling over him, she placed her knees on either side of his hips, steadying herself. One hand gripped his broad shoulder for balance, while the other reached down toward him. Her platinum hair cascaded over her shoulders, veiling her movements.
“…Could you move my hair back?”
Dante’s large hand swept her hair behind her shoulders, revealing her delicate, pale frame. Her supple curves gleamed under the faint light—her gentle waist, the smooth arch of her back, and the soft swell of her thighs all accentuated her vulnerability.
His crimson eyes were drawn to her exposed core, his usual calm demeanor slipping. His gaze sharpened ever so slightly, betraying a mix of worry and longing.
Hansel reached out, wrapping her trembling fingers around his heated length. Dante shuddered at her touch, his muscles taut as she aligned him with her entrance. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling but determined.
“It’s too thick.”
“Quiet. I’m concentrating.”
Guiding him to her entrance, she adjusted her hips. The head of his s***t pressed against her, and even that slight pressure felt immense. Fear prickled at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it away.
Just get it over with, she thought to herself. Do it quickly.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Hansel let her body drop.
“Ahh…!”
“Ugh…”
Dante groaned, his voice a low rumble, as her tightness enveloped him. His hands instinctively flew to her waist, steadying her as both of them froze, overcome by the sheer intensity of the sensation.
