The witch’s voice broke the silence, her tone filled with dark satisfaction. “Or you’ll regret it.”
Hansel’s hands moved slowly, almost hesitantly, as he lifted the hem of Gretel’s dress, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as his touch moved higher, his fingers brushing against the soft curls between her legs. Their recent discovery of each other’s bodies had ignited a forbidden desire, and the thought of sharing that intimacy with the witch felt like a violation. “I said sit,” she barked, her voice sharp enough to make Gretel flinch. “Oh, God,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m here,” he murmured, his voice soft. His hands gripped Gretel’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer, their bodies trembling in unison. “Now it’s your turn,” the witch commanded, her dark eyes fixed on Gretel. Gretel’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing even deeper, but she didn’t falter. Hansel’s hands gripped Gretel’s hips firmly, his thrusts deliberate and controlled as he savored the
