Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 47
Every nerve in her body seemed to converge at her entrance, the overwhelming stretch sending shockwaves through her. It felt as though her body were being split apart by a burning rod of iron. His unyielding thickness filled her completely, leaving no space untouched.
“It’s… it’s inside.”
“…Just the tip.”
“What?!”
Hansel blinked open tearful eyes, her vision blurry with disbelief.
Dante’s neck was taut, veins bulging as his restraint strained to hold. His crimson eyes blazed with an intensity she now knew all too well—a volcanic desire he fought to suppress. His furrowed brow revealed the monumental effort it took to keep himself in check.
Tentatively, Hansel reached a trembling hand down to feel her entrance. The overstretched opening was straining desperately to contain him, clinging to his girth with every ounce of strength. Yet, just as he said, only the very tip had managed to push inside.
It felt impossible. Her abdomen already felt full to the brim, and cold sweat began to bead on her skin.
“This… this really isn’t something humans should try.”
Dante muttered through clenched teeth, his voice raw and gravelly, as though holding back an overwhelming flood.
The smallness of her body made it inconceivable for his length to fit. Attempting to force it further, imitating what animals did so effortlessly, seemed destined to cause harm.
He moved to lift her by the hips, his large hands steadying her waist, but Hansel jolted in alarm.
“N-No, don’t!”
Hansel cried out, her hands flying to grip his wrists.
“This is… my first time with this. It always hurts the first time, right? But it’ll stop hurting if I get through it, so… so don’t stop. Let me do this. Please?”
“Your first…?”
Hansel nodded quickly, desperation lacing her gaze. Backing out now would mean losing everything she’d endured thus far.
“Yes, my first time… with you. So please, help me make it to the end. Dante, please… Ah!”
Without warning, Dante pulled her down, sinking her body onto him in a single, swift motion. Her breath hitched, the stars in her vision bursting into constellations. The unyielding heat of him seemed to split her apart from within, her core stretched impossibly wide.
It felt as though her inner walls, once soft as garden soil, were being molded to his exact shape. Every ridge and vein on his length etched themselves into her, leaving no space untouched.
Hansel froze, paralyzed by the overwhelming sensation. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably as ragged breaths escaped her.
“Hic… ha… ugh…”
Tears streamed from her eyes, unbidden. Dante’s body stiffened in alarm, his arms trembling with indecision. But Hansel was too overwhelmed to notice his panic. Her nails dug into his forearms as she clung to him, her sobs breaking through the silence.
“It hurts… It hurts so much…”
Pain wasn’t entirely accurate, yet it wasn’t far from the truth either. Her overwhelmed body didn’t have the words to describe the sensation.
Dante’s scarlet eyes flickered wildly, their turmoil evident. He was at a loss, unable to move, unable to pull away. His hands hovered, as though touching her more would only make things worse.
“I’ll pull out. Don’t cry.”
“I-It hurts…”
“Your… your body’s too tight. I can’t move. Try to relax.”
Her inner walls gripped him with crushing force, as if trying to push him out. The pressure was nearly unbearable, yet all he could focus on was her tear-streaked face, twisted in pain.
He needed to pull out, but the thought of moving made his chest constrict. If entering had caused her so much agony, removing himself suddenly could only make things worse. But how could he relieve her without making it harder?
Suddenly, an idea struck him, his ruby eyes narrowing as they steadied.
He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was worth a try.
Carefully, Dante removed one hand from her waist. His other hand still supported her trembling body as he reached down, pressing his thumb gently against the swollen bud of her c******s.
“Ahhh…!”
Hansel’s body jolted, her inner walls clenching around him so tightly he had to stifle a groan.
Dante grit his teeth, his vision darkening for a moment. Thankfully, all the times he had released earlier saved him now—had he not already emptied himself, he might have lost control the moment she clenched.
He focused on the task at hand, lightly circling the sensitive bud beneath his thumb. He reminded himself to stay slow, steady—he needed to help her relax, not overwhelm her further.
His efforts began to pay off. Her trembling subsided as her inner muscles softened slightly, the unbearable tightness easing enough to give him hope.
Encouraged, Dante placed his free hand on her chest, cupping one of her soft b*****s. He massaged her gently, carefully, his thumbs brushing over her taut n*****s. The delicate touches sent waves of warmth through her, gradually replacing pain with something sweeter.
Her gasps softened into trembling breaths, her grip on his forearms loosening as her body slowly yielded to his.
