Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 72
As he leisurely withdrew his fingers, her aroused entrance spilled out transparent honey. Blood had rushed to his member immediately after he had climaxed.
Hansel felt like she was going insane. Why was this damned wolf so adept at this? As soon as his fingers entered, they started pressing relentlessly on Hansel’s sensitive spots.
He gently pressed and poked, then swirled around inside, teasing her thoroughly. Hansel tried to bite her lower lip to suppress her moans, but the sounds escaped anyway through the gaps between her teeth.
One finger felt thick, and as a second finger forced its way in, her belly filled with a foreign sensation. He ruthlessly stirred inside her, which was still pouring out fluids.
“Uh, hoo, ah! Ah, not there, no!”
“Here? Got it.”
Hansel writhed helplessly as he quickly flicked his fingers at the spot she felt most. The squelching sound tormented her ears as if someone was splashing water.
The stimulation was too much, and when she shook her head, he moved the hand that had been holding her b******s to grasp her hair. He savagely toyed with her below, staring intently at Hansel’s face, which was tear-streaked and moaning.
“You’re incredibly sensitive. It must be natural. Really…”
Hansel grabbed his wrist. The strangeness of the heat gathering in her lower abdomen escalated as he increased the pace of his thrusts, a sensation akin to, yet distinct from, an approaching climax—a loathsome sense of needing to urinate mixed with pleasure. Hansel pleaded with him,
“That, ah! No, I hate it, feels like I’m going to come. Stop that… ah!”
Hansel’s entrance clenched tightly, nearly severing his fingers with an intense grip. Her thin thighs stiffened as she trembled violently. And then,
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Hansel’s lower parts started to dribble clear fluid. It was too clear to be s****l fluids, and it had no scent, unlike urine. Clear streams flowed out, drenching his lower stomach. The splashed fluid still gathered in his palm.
He blankly stared at Hansel’s leaking parts. After a while, as Hansel’s body relaxed from the female e*********n, he released her hair and supported her waist. Only then did focus return to his golden eyes.
He suddenly looked up at Hansel. Hansel was half out of her mind with humiliation. She knew enough to understand this wasn’t incontinence, but still, she hadn’t wanted it to happen this way.
Tears fell freely. She was so miserable and ashamed that she burst into loud sobs.
In the broad daylight, in the quiet forest. She couldn’t accept why she had to endure this.
Though her mind understood, emotionally, she couldn’t come to terms with it. This was nothing like with Dante.
“Let go, no…! I hate this, get lost. Move!”
Hansel flailed her arms weakly, hitting him like a small rabbit, which only amused him, a predator by nature.
“Fucking… really…”
He swore under his breath, then flipped Hansel over. She was sprawled on the rock, and the pain from the impact made her scream as her senses were heightened from two climaxes.
He grabbed his large pillar and stroked it a few times.
“I can’t stand it. You’re too sexy, Hansel.”
Hansel wasn’t ready for any of this with him. Her first night had been with Dante, and although she knew all about s*x in theory, her practical experience was minimal at twenty.
Dante had stopped when she asked. He had paused when she needed, and even when he had been forceful, he had tried not to harm her.
I don’t want this.
That was the most important thing.
“I said no. I won’t go all the way. I really hate it!”
Hansel kicked at him, trying to escape.
“You say no, but down here it’s a total flood. I can only believe what this part is saying.”
He lightly squeezed her slender ankle, pulling Hansel closer as he positioned himself between her legs.
The blunt tip rubbed against Hansel’s entrance, a hot s***t tracing up her soaked entrance. The excitement made her c******s throb anew, anticipating pleasure.
Betrayed by the sensations of her own body, Hansel truly wanted to die. No, no!
“Just make it mine, Hansel. I’ll make you scream with pleasure every night.”
“No means no!”
Hansel pushed his pelvis with all her might.
If it’s not Dante, I don’t want it.
“Dante, please, come save me.”
I miss you.
It’s all my fault…
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Considering how the wolf treated her the first time she met him, she should have known he wouldn’t stop when she asked. She should have refused from the start, especially since hooking up wasn’t part of their deal in the first place. At least we’re most likely going to have our Dante back in the next chapter. After all, since she’s refusing the wolf, and he’s clearly not listening, we need Dante to come save the day!