Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 49
It felt like something was pounding against her mind with pleasure, yet his movements were far from savage. In truth, if he pushed any harder, Hansel felt she might actually break.
When his lips finally parted from hers, Hansel’s half-lidded eyes fluttered open, and soft, breathy moans escaped her lips in time with his thrusts.
Dante’s lips curled faintly into a smile.
“You seem to like this a lot. You’re soaking wet.”
“I… Ah, nngh! I do!”
“Good. I like it too.”
Each time he delved deeper, pressing into some hidden spot inside her, her walls gushed with fluid. The lewd, squelching noises grew louder, and so did her cries, which he recognized now as cries of pleasure.
Dante grit his teeth and straightened his posture.
Grasping Hansel’s knees with both hands, he pushed her legs up, folding her into a crouched position while she lay on her back. The sight before him was unrestrained—her flushed, swollen folds stretching to accommodate his thick length.
Every thrust made his hips slap against her soft backside, the sound filling the room alongside the rhythmic jiggling of her b*****s. Each plunge sent her supple flesh bouncing in an obscene rhythm, mesmerizing him.
The primal desire in Dante’s crimson eyes flared, but he reined it in, clenching his jaw so tightly it made the veins on his neck bulge. Sweat rolled down his taut neck and well-defined shoulders.
“You’re devouring me… You’re so hot, so soft. I feel like I’m melting.”
“Ahh! Yes… yes!”
“You’re so beautiful. You and… this beautiful body.”
He moved deliberately, savoring every sensation as her velvety walls clung to him with each withdrawal, reluctant to let him go. The way her inner muscles trembled and clenched around him felt almost too good, as if her body begged him to go deeper.
When he sped up, Hansel cried out sharply, clutching at him desperately. Her reactions were too endearing, her small form clinging to him for dear life, utterly at his mercy.
Part of him wanted to surrender to the maddening pleasure and ravage her without restraint, but he couldn’t. He forced himself to slow down, to hold back. He wanted to see everything—her flushed face, her trembling lips, and the way her body molded perfectly to his.
Leaning over her again, Dante pressed close, craving a better look at her tear-streaked, pleasure-drunk expression.
Hansel, sensing his approach, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her teary, unfocused eyes barely registered him, but she could feel his presence hovering close, his warmth enveloping her.
“Dante… Dante… I-I like it… so much… Ah!”
Hansel’s words tumbled out in broken gasps, completely unguarded, her mind ablaze with the overwhelming sensations.
Dante growled softly, burying his face in her neck. He bit her tender skin gently before licking and sucking at the spot in an almost apologetic manner. His movements quickened, his hips driving into her with increasing intensity.
It was as if his body was reduced to a single purpose, his focus honed entirely on the joining of their bodies. Her slick fluids coated them both, dripping and splashing with every thrust.
The heat building deep inside her belly bubbled and churned, spreading out like molten lava about to erupt. When it reached its breaking point, Hansel’s mind shattered into a million pieces.
“Ahh… Ah, ahhh!”
Hansel clawed at Dante’s shoulders, her limbs trembling uncontrollably. The overwhelming pleasure exploded from the point where their bodies joined, rippling out through her entire being.
It felt as though her very soul had been flung into a distant, hazy realm, her toes curling tightly from the intensity. Her entire body seemed to pulse with pleasure, every nerve alight with a tingling ecstasy.
Her convulsing inner walls gripped Dante so tightly he stumbled, his hips faltering as his own climax surged.
“Ahh… hnngh…”
He couldn’t hold back. The heat coiling in his core surged through him, spilling out in powerful waves. His release filled her, thick and hot, spilling out in sticky streams that seeped from where they were joined.
Even after his prolonged climax ended, neither of them spoke. Only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the air.
Hansel clung to Dante’s shoulders for a while longer before her strength gave out, her arms falling limply onto the bed.
Her eyelids grew heavy as she felt him shifting above her, but her mind was too hazy to register what he was doing.
She felt like a watercolor painting, smeared and blurred in vibrant, chaotic hues. Everything swirled together in a dizzying mess.
My head… it feels so heavy.
That was her last thought before consciousness slipped away, and her vision faded into black.
