【The Little Devil's Fairy Tale: The Candy House】

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Long, long ago, in the Great Black Forest, lived a poor family who made a living by making brooms:
a father who loved to drink, a hardworking mother, and a pair of mischievous siblings.
One day, the siblings were punished by their mother for not finishing their chores while playing and were sent to pick strawberries in the forest.
In the forest, they encountered a
witch who specialized in baking playful children into gingerbread 　　. 　　The 　　little 　　brother 　　and sister were 　　accidentally captured by 　　the witch , 　　and 　　then
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**************** 　　... 　　The woodcutter's daughter, Greta, had skin as white as milk, eyes brighter than the stars, and a smile 　　more beautiful than a rose—she was truly adorable. 　　The woodcutter's family was very poor; he chopped firewood every day to sell, barely earning enough to buy food. That year, 　　prices in the kingdom skyrocketed, and the family struggled to make ends meet, unable even to afford bread. 　　That night, the woodcutter lay awake, tossing and turning in bed, deeply troubled. He sighed and groaned, 　　hating himself for being useless and unable to earn enough to support his wife and children. 　　Finally, he said to his beautiful wife, "What are we going to do? We don't even have anything to eat ourselves, how can we 　　feed our poor children?" 　　"Listen to me, father," the woodcutter's beautiful wife replied, "tomorrow morning, take the children 　　far away into the dense forest, build them a warm fire, give each of them a large piece 　　of bread, and then..." 　　His kind and beautiful wife suddenly blushed and continued, "We'll go into the forest and find some wealthy hunters. 　　I'll sell myself to earn some money, and leave them there alone. They won't know the way, they won't find us, and we won't 　　have to worry about them knowing that their mother has sold herself for them." 　　"No, wife," the woodcutter said, "I can't do that. How can I bear to let 　　those filthy hunters have my beautiful wife? We can have more children. It would be better to leave them in the jungle 　　to be eaten by wild animals!" 　　"Oh, you wicked man," said his wife, "how could you be so cruel to those two lovely children 　　? If I didn't do this, all four of us would starve to death!" Then she went on and on, pleading 　　with him endlessly, until finally the woodcutter had no choice but to give in. 　　At that moment, the two children, too hungry to sleep, overheard their entire conversation. Hearing her beautiful 　　mother and father's conversation, Greta cried sadly, saying to Hansel, "Dear brother, 　　we're both doomed now. Father is so wicked, he'll throw us into the jungle to feed the wild beasts sooner or later, waaaaah 　　???" 　　"Be quiet, Greta," Hansel gently comforted the lovely Greta. "If you make another sound, I'll 　　strip you naked, smear wild honey on your naked body, and let the bears of the forest rape 　　you. Go ahead and make a sound, keep making a sound." Beneath Hansel's angelic face lay 　　a heart blacker than a demon; he was a born wicked man. 　　Greta had been played with by Hansel since childhood, so she knew her brother was capable of anything, and immediately 　　fell silent. 　　After the two adults fell asleep, Hansel moved his wooden bed, took out a leather pouch, and found a 　　bottle of magic powder. 　　This was one of the spoils he had extorted from the forest fairies using the adorable Greta last time. 　　Hansel knew the fairies were very pure, so he deliberately led Greta to a place where fairies roamed, 　　then made her undress and caress her private parts with her fingers. Greta dared not disobey her brother, so she 　　undressed and began to caress her genitals. Because Hansel played with Greta's body every day, 　　Greta quickly became aroused, and her juices flowed out in streams. 　　Three fairies were quickly fooled. The pure fairies had never had sexual experience. Seeing the lovely 　　Greta using her beautiful little hands to knead her flower-like tender parts, making musical moans 　　, and secreting nectar-like fluids, the fairies were captivated. Unconsciously, they moved closer and closer to 　　Greta, wanting to see her more clearly. 　　Then Hansel suddenly rushed out, shouting, "You wicked elves, 　　what do you want to do to my pure sister?" He grabbed the two terrified female elves by the neck with both hands, kicked the fleeing 　　male elf to the ground, and stepped on his erect penis. 　　The elves were terrified and begged for mercy, offering their treasured possessions. Hansel let the 　　male elf go to retrieve them, and before he returned, he raped the two beautiful female magical elves. 　　When the male elf returned, he only saw the two female elves lying there, their bodies covered in a milky white, viscous fluid 　　, especially their lower bodies, twitching on the ground. Upon seeing this, the male elf 　　trembled with fear. 　　Hansel was satisfied with the elves' performance and released them. However, before leaving, he didn't forget to scare the magical 　　elves. He told them that the milky white liquid was a terrifying curse, and if they dared to tell 　　anyone, their private parts would rot and stink. Of course, 　　Hansel forced the male elf to eat the milky white liquid that had gotten on the female elf. 　　That's how he obtained the magical powder. At that moment, Hansel picked up his coat, opened the back door, and sneaked out...

He stepped outside the door. The moonlight was bright, making the white pebbles in the open space in front of the house sparkle
like gleaming silver coins.
Hansel crouched down and stuffed his coat pockets full of white pebbles. Then he went back inside and said to Greta,
"Don't worry, dear sister, just stay with your brother. This coat is for you to wear tomorrow.
Sleep well tonight."
After saying that, he slipped into the woodcutter's room, secretly opened the door, sprinkled magic powder on the woodcutter,
and then chanted a sleep spell, making him sleep soundly until dawn, undisturbed by any noise.
Hansel, having finished his preparations, climbed into bed, secretly loosened his mother's clothes, and then
woke his beautiful mother.
"Dear stepmother, are you going to the forest tomorrow to sell yourself to a man? What does 'selling yourself' mean?"
Hansel asked his mother with innocent, worried eyes.
"Oh, my dear Hansel, don't worry. The men in the forest are all sick. They
have huge tumors on their lower bodies, full of pus. They'll die if they don't have it drained. I'm selling myself to save them.
I'm going to earn money to help them drain the pus. No matter what, I will never let you and Greta
go hungry."
The kind and beautiful stepmother looked at the worried Hansel and thought that he must have overheard her and her father
's conversation and become frightened. She had to comfort him.
"Oh, dear stepmother, you've been so good to us. I don't know how to repay you," Hansel
said, moved, as he threw himself into his mother's arms. His lips inadvertently touched his stepmother's exposed breast, and he murmured,
"You've been like a real mother to us, except you've never breastfed us." Then Hansel
took his stepmother's nipple into his mouth and began to suckle.
The young and beautiful stepmother, feeling a tingling sensation as Hansel skillfully and nimbly suckled and licked her breasts
, thought to herself, "My poor Hansel, he's never experienced the love of his own mother. He must be
thinking of her now. How can I ignore him?" She said to Hansel, "My dear Hansel,
treat your stepmother as your own mother. I'll breastfeed you now, and you'll never have any regrets."
Hansel, deeply moved by his stepmother's words, looked at her and immediately seized the opportunity to strip her
and himself naked. He then threw himself into her arms, sobbing, "My dear
stepmother, you are the best mother in the world." He then playfully teased her breasts with his tongue, as if eating candy,
while rubbing his large penis against her vulva and clitoris.
Hansel's penis was large and thick, and he had long since developed unparalleled skill in playing with it on his beautiful sister Greta's body
.
The young and beautiful stepmother had never experienced such heavenly pleasure. Wave after wave
of excitement ignited a burning desire within her.
Although she vaguely felt that Hansel shouldn't be rubbing his large mushroom against her vulva,
she quickly thought of him—so adorable, so pure, so yearning for maternal love. How could she possibly
wrong him? Filled with maternal love, she allowed Hansel to do as he pleased
, reveling in the blissful sensation.
"Dear stepmother, my body must be sick. I feel so hot, and there's a huge
, hard, and painful lump down there. It must be filled with pus. Please sell yourself to me, you must save me!"
Hansel looked at his stepmother with innocent, watery eyes.
"My dear Hansel, don't worry, Mommy will suck out the pus for you, and then you won't feel pain anymore." The stepmother
thought to herself, "My dear son, how innocent I am. I mustn't tell him what's going on, lest he
feel guilty."
Then she put Hansel's big mushroom in her mouth and began to eat it like a lollipop.
"Dear Mother, your tongue feels so good, like eating candy, gently licking me. Yes,
just like this. You are the best mother in the world, saving me like this because I'm sick."
Hearing Hansel say such sweet words, the young stepmother happily said, "My dear Hansel, you
are such a thoughtful child. Mommy will definitely suck out the pus for you."
Then she used the tip of her tongue to lick the center of Hansel's lollipop, that is, the little fleshy slit on top, gently
, first taking a small bite, her tongue licking as she held it.
Then she began to swallow Hansel's lollipop, gently scraping it with her teeth, swallowing it, spitting it
out, her tongue constantly licking it as she swallowed, her teeth continuing to scrape.
Again and again, swallowing, spitting out, swallowing, spitting out.
Hansel, deeply moved, said, "Dear stepmother, you are so good. You are truly the best mother in the world.
Even here you smell so sweet and fragrant, like there's honey hidden inside. I must taste it." With that, she buried her face
in her stepmother's petals, sucking out mouthfuls of honey.
Then, Hansel, panting, cried out, "Dear??? Stepmother??? You even???
sucked my throat??? My tumor??? Ah??? So beautiful??? Continue??? Don't stop???
Oh???
Oh??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah, dear mother??? You
swallowed all the pus that's flowing out??? Ah, why is it swollen again?"
Hansel had already used the magic powder of the magic elves to transform his large mushroom into something he could
use an unlimited number of times whenever he wanted.
The kind stepmother, her body limp from Hansel sucking her flower nectar mouthful by mouthful, said, "Dear
Hansel, you have too much pus. Mother has decided to use another, more effective method to cure your illness." The beautiful
stepmother was truly captivated; Hansel was so lovely and pure, his mushroom so big and good, she finally
couldn't resist wanting to stuff it into the flower room and take a bite.
"Dear stepmother, please save me." Hansel turned his body back to normal, hugged his stepmother, and his large mushroom
rubbed more flexibly against the petals and stamens of his stepmother's lower body.
"??? Oh??? Dear Hansel, don't move, Mommy's going to save you." The stepmother blushed,
enduring the soreness and numbness, and slowly swallowed Hansel's big mushroom into her flower garden.
"Dear Mother, but I'm so sad, please save me." Hansel was very wicked and
started to thrust hard.
"
???
Ohhhhhh
??? 　　Ahh
... 　　"??? Ahhh??? Oh??? Oh??? 　　Ah 　　??? Oh??? Ahh 　　... 　　"Dear Mother, don't just gasp for breath! You have to save me! Ah! 　　Oh! Oh! Ah! Continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Dear Mother, let's change positions, continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Dear Mother, lie down on the edge of the bed, continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Dear Mother, I can stand, continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Dear Mother, lie on top of me, continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Dear Mother, let's come from behind, continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Dear Mother, let's come back to the front, continue! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 　　"Oh??? Darling??? Hansel??? You know??? Methods??? So many??? 　　Mom??? So good??? Again??? Again??? I'm going to cum???" The beautiful mother 　　, nearly exhausted, finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her lower body bloomed like a flower, her red petals unable to close, and she collapsed onto 　　the bed. 　　"Dear stepmother, you saved me. You are truly the best mother in the world." Hansel 　　kissed her stepmother with deep emotion. " 　　Is that all you can do? Dear mother, you should really learn from Greta." Hansel, still wanting more 　　, played with her two round breasts, thinking to herself, "Alright, it's time for you to rest. Tonight's incident is 　　our little secret. I believe you'll never tell anyone. Starting tomorrow, you should earn more money." 　　As dawn broke, before the sun had even risen above the horizon, the woodcutter woke his two children. "Get up, 　　get up, you lazybones!" he shouted. "We're going into the mountains to chop wood." 　　With that, he gave the children a large piece of bread and warned them, "This is your lunch. Don't 　　eat it beforehand, or you'll never get anything else." 　　Gretie took the bread, but Hansel took it from her. He wanted her to wear 　　a coat with pockets stuffed full of heavy white pebbles, and since the bread was lighter, he wanted to carry it himself so he could eat it along the way. 　　Then, the whole family set off into the forest. 　　Hansel would walk a little longer and then stop and look back at 　　his home. His father, seeing this, said, "Hansel, what are you looking back for? Focus on your path." 　　"Oh, Father," Hansel replied, "I'm watching my cat. It's perched high on the roof, 　　trying to say goodbye!" 　　"That's not your kitten, my little angel," said his stepmother, "that's the morning sun shining on the chimney 　　." 　　Actually, Hansel wasn't really looking at the cat; he was secretly watching Greta take silvery-white pebbles 　　from her pocket and drop them one by one onto the path. 　　When they reached the depths of the forest, their father said to them, "Hey, children, go gather some firewood, I 　　'll make you a fire." 　　Hansel and Greta went and gathered many dry branches, piling them up like a small mountain. When the dry branches were lit 　　and the flames rose high, their stepmother said to them, "You two lie down by the fire and stay there. 　　Your father and I are going to chop wood in the woods. We'll come back for you as soon as we're done." 　　So Hansel and Grett sat by the fire, waiting for their parents to come and get them. Around 　　noon, they ate their small pieces of bread. 　　Since they had nothing else to do, Hansel told Grett to undress and began to think of new tricks 　　to molest his beautiful and lovely sister. 　　Hansel leaned against a large rock, closed his eyes, and began to caress Grett's smooth, white neck. Grett 　　knelt before her brother, opened her cherry-like mouth, and swallowed Hansel's large mushroom in one gulp, kissing his two 　　testicles. Her small, fragrant tongue slid across the mushroom head, using all her skill to lick and suck it. 　　"Grete, you're getting cuter and cuter. Your lollipop-eating skills are even better than your stepmother's." 　　Hansel comfortably moved his hands down, touching Grete's well-developed breasts, playing 　　with her slowly swelling pink nipples. 　　"??? Ugh??? Brother??? I??? I will never??? lose to??? Mommy???" 　　Grete was startled. She couldn't believe her brother had even gotten his hands on her stepmother's body. Her stepmother was just as 　　beautiful as her, and had a great figure. She had to work even harder to please her brother. Forgetting that she had a big 　　lollipop in her mouth, she mumbled indistinctly. 　　Hansel was already lying on top of Grete, playing with her delicate petals. Hearing her words, he licked and pressed his tongue against her. 　　"Grete, you're such a good sister. Brother will definitely take good care of you." 　　A tingling sensation came from her flower. Her brother's tongue was like a bee, constantly curling around her clitoris.

He sucked and continued to invade her little flower chamber. Greta felt her nectar
flowing out in streams, her face burning hot, she must be so red.
"??? Brother??? Greta??? I want it so much??? Please???" Greta
twisted her body, pleading with Hansel.
"Does Greta want it that much?" Hansel asked.
"??? Hmm???" Greta answered breathlessly.
"Alright then, since brother loves Greta the most." Hansel had originally planned to play with Greta's little
chrysanthemum first, but considering there was still plenty of time, he granted Greta's request, letting her ride on top of him
. His large mushroom, following the sticky nectar, slowly opened and entered Greta's flower chamber.
"??? Ah??? Ah??? Brother??? So good??? You're doing it??? Gretie???
So comfortable???" While enduring the pleasure of her brother's fiery intrusion, Gretie tightly clenched her anus
, making her already narrow flower garden even more tightly bound to Hansel's big mushroom. Then, with her two
small hands on her brother's waist, she actively moved up and down, like riding a horse. The pure and beautiful Gretie
, with her cherry lips slightly parted, began to pant and groan.
"??? Oh??? My little Gretie is becoming more and more sensible???"
Hansel breathed a comfortable sigh. Of course, he knew that Gretie was trying hard to please him. He was happy to save effort. One hand touched Gretie's bouncing
breasts, while the other hand reached to Gretie's pert buttocks, tracing the groove, and his middle finger picked at Gretie's
little anus that she washed very clean every day.
Greta's sexual nerves, honed by Hansel, were incredibly sensitive. The moment her brother's middle finger penetrated her anus
, her vagina immediately spasmed, overflowing with nectar. Her upper body went limp, collapsing
against Hansel's chest. But she dared not stop; her lower body, connected to her brother's,
accelerated its rhythmic movements, making a series of slapping sounds.
"??? Ah??? Ah??? Greta??? Good??? You're so good??? Ah???
Ah??? Brother??? I like??? Greta the most??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah???
Ah???"
Hansel was extremely satisfied with his beautiful and adorable sister's performance. A shiver ran down his spine, and he immediately
launched his first wave of ejaculation.
Greta had already reached her climax, and with her brother's missile launched, she clung to him
, feeling as if she were floating on clouds, her body limp and seemingly lost in the moment. Yet, her other
mouth remained firmly in its grip, biting her brother's lollipop, moving up and down, in and out. Praise be to the great
demon king! Heavens! That reflexive, subconscious movement was a miracle honed by Hansel's long-term training.
Such a beautiful and adorable little sister, so obedient and docile. From the first time he played with her until she fainted, to now allowing
him to play with her again and again, his incredibly sensitive reflexes must have taken him countless hours to train. But
it was all worth it, Hansel thought to himself as he enjoyed the pleasure of his orgasm.
The Little Devil's Fairy Tale: The Candy House (2)
Because of Hansel's giant mushroom, which could be repeated an infinite number of times, the brother and sister did this for a very long time.
Deep in the forest, the two angelic and adorable siblings, naked, were doing something incredibly erotic. Time and time again,
their bodies were soaked, and even the air was filled with an indescribable lewd smell.
From day to night, Greta worked hard to cooperate, and now she was so tired that her eyelids were
about to fall off.
"??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah????????????" Greta shouted weakly,
her voice was almost hoarse, her waist was almost broken, and her whole body was soaked in Hansel's thick white juice
.
"Dear brother, I'm so scared, it's so dark here!" Greta whispered, almost crying
. The forest at night was so dark and scary, but she didn't dare to cry. She knew that
making her brother angry would be even scarier than the forest at night.
Hansel, trembling on Greta, ejaculated again, then shook his large mushroom,
satisfied, and got up, saying, "Greta, you screamed too much just now, it was too unnatural.
I'll forgive you this time, but you can't do it again next time." Hansel smiled and dragged Greta to the spring to help
her bathe. He knew that the gentler he was now, the more obedient Greta would be in the future.
Greta was so frightened that she forgot her fear, and stood there dumbfounded as Hansel washed her back and forth until
she was dressed. Then Greta suddenly became terrified, her big eyes wide open, not daring to blink. She must have been
too afraid of the dark forest to remember how sensitive Hansel was.
"Brother??? Brother, I??? I??? I??? I didn't mean to???" Gretie stammered
.
"Don't be afraid, Gretie, you're my only sister. If your brother doesn't take care of you, who will? Be good, don't
be afraid. Brother knows you must have been playing too hard." Hansel hugged his sister tightly, gently comforting her,
but he was almost laughing inside. Gretie was so cute; no matter how he played with her, she was always so amusing.
Gretie finally cried out in fear, saying, "I really didn't mean to! I'm so scared
we won't be able to find our way out of the forest!"
"Don't worry, Gretie," Hansel comforted her, "The moon will come out soon, and we'll find our way out of the forest quickly ." But his fingers 　　continued
to rub Gretie's soft, slightly aching breasts . 　　Soon, as the full moon rose, Hansel, holding his sister's hand, followed 　　the path guided by the white pebbles that glittered like silver coins in the moonlight. 　　They walked all night and arrived back at their father's house at the crack of dawn. They knocked 　　, and their beautiful stepmother opened 　　the door. Seeing Hansel and Greta, she embraced them with a mixture of joy and apology, saying, 　　"My poor children, you're finally back! Why did you sleep so long in the forest? We thought you didn't want to 　　come home!"

Seeing the children, the woodcutter was stunned. He felt terrible, because he had finally managed
to persuade his wife to cruelly abandon the children that day, only to have them run back on their own. He had no choice but
to continue raising the two children.
The family was finally together again, struggling to survive. The woodcutter's wife worked in the forest during the day, selling herself to earn money.
At night, she would come to Hansel to have pus drained from her genitals to cure his illness. The mother and children lived happily every day
. Before long, Hansel persuaded his stepmother to let Greta sleep with him.
Only the woodcutter was unhappy, developing dark circles under his eyes. During the day, he watched helplessly as his wife, naked,
was played with by greedy hunters. Sometimes they took turns, sometimes three or four at a time
. He could barely hold on until nightfall when he wanted to have sex, but because Hansel had given him a magic potion, he always slept
soundly until dawn, unable to quell his lust. He could only relieve himself during the day.
Not long after, another nationwide famine struck.
One night, the two children overheard the woodcutter saying to their mother, "Oh dear! We've eaten everything we can,
and there's only half a loaf of bread left. What are we going to do? We have to lighten our burden; we have
to abandon the children! This time, we can take them deeper and farther into the forest, so they can never find their way
back. Only in this way can we save ourselves."
Hearing her husband say he wanted to abandon the children again, the wife was heartbroken. She thought,
wouldn't it be better to share the last piece of bread together? But like many women, obeying men was a
matter of course, and saying "no" was incredibly difficult. The woodcutter's wife was no exception.
Since the woodcutter had abandoned the children the first time, he would inevitably abandon them a second time. The wife couldn't argue
with her husband, so she could only grieve silently and no longer object to his suggestion.
However, the children overheard their entire conversation again.
After his parents fell asleep, Hansel got out of bed again, wanting to sneak out and
collect some pebbles like last time, but this time he found the door locked by his father.
But he had a new idea. He comforted his sister, saying, "Don't cry, Greta, don't worry
, go to sleep, your brother will take care of you."
Early the next morning, his stepmother woke the children from bed. She gave each of them a piece of bread, but
it was much smaller than last time, because the woodcutter had eaten all the larger pieces.
On the way to the forest, Hansel wanted to crush his bread in his pocket and stop every now and then
to scatter the crumbs on the road.
But he didn't. He couldn't possibly waste such a small amount of bread, and besides, the crumbs
would surely be eaten by ants or birds—that was a little devil's fairy tale, and he wasn't that stupid.
"Hansel, what are you dawdling around looking at?" his father asked, noticing his son always lagging behind
.
"I'm watching my little pigeon. It's perched on the roof, cooing goodbye to me," Hansel
replied.
"You idiot," his father cried, "that's not your pigeon, that's the morning sun shining on the chimney
."
So Hansel, quite disgruntled, ate his bread piece by piece on the road.
The woodcutter led them for a very long time until they reached a forest they had never been to before.
As before, they lit a large fire. The stepmother sadly embraced Hansel and said to them, "
Stay here, children. If you get sleepy, take a nap. We're going to go chop wood further away,
and we'll come back for you when we're done." She was deeply infatuated with Hansel's large mushroom and his incredibly skillful
sexual techniques, and the separation from him caused her immense pain.
At noon, Greta shared her bread with Hansel, who had
finished his on the way. Then, Hansel again stripped Greta naked and raped her.
This time, Greta dared not be distracted and continued until midnight, but still no one came to fetch the two poor children.
Greta was nearly exhausted from Hansel's ministrations, and all around was darkness.
Hansel comforted his sister, saying, "When the moon rises, we'll see the breadcrumbs I scattered on the ground
; they'll surely guide us home."
But when the moon rose, they couldn't find a single breadcrumb on the ground. Hansel, of course,
wouldn't mention that he had already eaten all the bread.
Although Hansel hadn't intended to find a way, he still comforted his sister, saying, "We'll definitely find a way,
Greta."
But they couldn't find a way, even after walking for a day and a night, they couldn't leave the forest. They
were dizzy with hunger, having eaten nothing but a few wild strawberries they found on the ground.
Exhausted, they could barely move and collapsed under a tree, falling asleep.
It was the morning of the third day since they left their father's house; they were lost deep in the forest.
Without help, they were certain to die.
Just then, they saw a beautiful, pure white bird perched on a branch
, singing eloquently. Its song was so beautiful that the brother and sister stopped to listen. When it finished singing
, it spread its wings and flew to them, as if gesturing for them to follow.
They followed it until they reached a small house, where the bird perched
on the roof. They then discovered that the house was made of fragrant bread, with a thick cake roof,
delicious maple syrup windows, a chocolate door, and tasty candies everywhere.
"Let's eat our fill!" said Hansel. "Now we can have a delicious meal. I'll
eat a little piece of the roof, Greta, and you can eat the window; it'll taste wonderfully sweet."
With that, Hansel climbed up, broke off a small piece of the roof, and tasted it. Greta, following her brother's advice
, stood by the window and began to nibble at the sweet piece.
Suddenly, a voice came from inside the house: "Oh dear, who's gnawing on my little house?"
The children answered, "It's the wind, it's the wind, it's the little babies from heaven." They ate and answered,
enjoying their meal undisturbed.
Hansel thought the food on the roof smelled especially good, so he tore off a large piece; Greta simply carved out a
small round window and sat on the ground to slowly enjoy her food.
Suddenly, the door of the house opened, and an incomparably beautiful and noble woman, wearing an apron, came out
.
Greta trembled with fright, dropping the food she was holding. Hansel saw her face,
even more beautiful than the beautiful Greta, and in a flash, he too trembled with fright, dropping
the food he was holding, and looked at the woman with his innocent, angelic eyes.
The woman in the apron, beautiful and elegant,
took a liking to the two adorable children the moment she saw them. Gently stroking Hansel's cheek, she said, "Good children, who brought you here? Come,
come inside with me, my lovely angels. There are no terrible people here to harm you!" Little did she know that Hansel
was the worst of them all.
She took the siblings' hands and led them into her little house, preparing a sumptuous
dinner for them: milk, sugar cakes, apples, nuts, and various other delicious treats. After the children
finished eating, she made a large white bed for them. Hansel and Greta lay down on the bed and immediately felt as
if they had entered paradise.
This beautiful woman was actually a kind witch named Phnia. She was incredibly gentle and pure. She originally
wanted to be like other witches, a wicked witch who lured children into her traps and ate them, but she found
she couldn't do such cruel things. She was often deceived by the lies of bad children and was
nearly burned at the stake several times. So she hid herself deep in the forest, cutting herself off from everyone.
Her house, built with delicious food, was to fulfill her love of children. She always fantasized about making
all sorts of delicious food for the adorable children. Unfortunately, since hiding in the deepest part of the forest, she had never encountered
another person. Her sense of smell was as keen as a wild animal's; she could smell people from a great distance. 　　She knew
Hansel and Greta had just approached her house. Her heart pounded with joy. She hadn't seen the children in so long; 　　living alone was so lonely. Then she smiled and made up her mind: "I will treat them well and never let 　　them down." 　　The next morning, before the children even woke up, she got up. Humming a pleasant little tune, she 　　had been cooking various delicacies in the kitchen since early morning, preparing to treat the adorable brother and sister. 　　But when she entered their room and saw the two angelic, pure, and beautiful siblings, naked and 　　engaged in passionate intercourse, the lewd scene immediately made her blush with shame and feel dizzy 　　. 　　Her body went weak, her heart pounded wildly, and she leaned against the wall, covering her eyes with her hands and 　　peeking through her fingers, thinking, "Is this what the books describe as the pleasurable thing between men and women? But aren't they siblings? 　　How can siblings do such a thing?" She wanted to shout to stop them, but her throat gurgled 　　, and she couldn't utter a word. 　　Hansel had long seen through Funia's kind and pure nature. Last night, before going to sleep, he sneaked out of bed to spy 　　on Funia bathing, and was extremely satisfied. Funia was as beautiful and charming as a fairy, and her figure was beyond 　　words. He was determined to rape her, and the first step was to seduce her. 　　Early in the morning, Hansel woke up and heard Funia busy in the kitchen. He quickly woke Gretel and asked her 　　to cooperate with him. 　　Gretel's milk-white skin was tinged with a beautiful cherry blossom pink, 　　her bright eyes, brighter than the stars in the sky, narrowed into intoxicatingly seductive eyes, and her smile, more delicate than a rose, was full of spring-like charm 　　. She was so lovely, even her wantonness was adorably endearing. 　　Hansel was not only incredibly handsome, but his angelic, innocent eyes made it impossible to imagine his 　　black heart; every woman he met was inevitably deceived. 　　Hansel pretended not to know that Funia had entered the room. While playing with Greta, who was emitting extremely lewd moans, 　　he also displayed his sincere and innocent appearance, making everyone feel that he was a loving older brother who 　　doted on his sister, forgetting what he was doing to her at that moment. 　　"??? Ah??? Brother??? Greta??? So beautiful??? So beautiful??? I'm going to cum???" 　　Greta moaned. 　　"??? Ah??? Darling??? Greta??? Ah??? Brother??? Also??? 　　So beautiful??? So beautiful??? Brother??? I'm going to ejaculate???" Hansel secretly glanced at Funia 　　, too embarrassed to look, yet unable to resist the urge to see, his heart filled with wicked joy. This was it! 　　Halfway through ejaculating inside Greta, Hansel pulled the water gun out and flung it at Fenia. Streams 　　of white liquid spurted out, splashing onto Fenia's face and dripping onto her clothes. Fenia unconsciously 　　stuck out her tongue slightly and licked the translucent liquid that had dripped onto her lips. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, her face turned red, and 　　she hurriedly 　　tried to escape through the door. Just as 　　she was about to move, she discovered that the long skirt under her apron was soaked near her thighs. 　　( 　　The Little Devil's Fairy Tale: The 　　Candy House) 　　Hansel seemed to only then notice Funia's presence. "Ah, Sister Funia, you're here!" 　　He jumped off the bed excitedly and grabbed Funia's hand, his large mushroom-shaped penis swaying excitedly. 　　Funia, unable to escape his grasp, stammered, "H-H-H-Hansel, good morning! Sister- 　　Sister-Sister came to wake you-you and Greta up for breakfast-eat-eat-eat-eat-eat-eat-eat breakfast??" 　　"Ah, Sister must have seen it???" Hansel, then quite "embarrassed," realized he wasn't wearing...

She quickly jumped back onto the bed and scrambled under the sheets to get dressed.
"N-no, no, no, no, sister didn't see what you and Gretel were doing. I mean, I
didn't see clearly what Gretel was doing with you just now, oh no, sister didn't see anything." Funia's eyes
followed Hansel's body as she stammered.
"Ah, sister saw you???" Gretel lowered her head, blushing perfectly. That beautiful,
shy girlishness completely captivated Funia.
"I-I-I'm sorry, Gretel, sister didn't mean to see. Sister just wanted to wake you up
." Funia stood at the doorway, unsure whether to go in or out.
Raising her head with a shy smile, Greta showed Funia her smile, more beautiful than a rose, and said,
"Sister Funia, it's Greta's fault. I forgot this is your home. I shouldn't have clung to you so early in the morning.
Greta is such a bad child! But you're so wonderful, Greta just couldn't resist being with you!"
"Of course, of course, Greta should be with you. Greta isn't a bad child!" Funia
awkwardly comforted Greta, "Come and have breakfast!" She then quickly fled the bedroom.
At breakfast, Hansel and Greta sadly told
Funia about being abandoned by their parents in the forest. They were terrified of being abandoned again. Funia, a kind witch who loved children,
was powerless against Hansel's charm and promised him that she would never abandon them.
Over the next few days, Hansel, with Greta and his sister like a pair of pitiful puppies, clung to Phryne every day
, wagging their tails. Little by little, Hansel devoured Phryne's living space.
So, in her spare time, Phryne would often accidentally stumble upon Hansel and Greta naked and
making love. Even if she didn't see, she would often overhear their seductive moans nearby
.
Hansel asked Greta to help with housework, and in return, he told Phryne he wanted to learn to cook from her. This
made Phryne very happy, and she diligently taught Hansel how to make cakes, pastries, and candies. However, when they were in the small kitchen
, Hansel would always accidentally brush against her sensitive areas, leaving Phryne blushing
and flustered all day long. She broke many plates and porcelain dishes, but luckily, she was a witch and could use magic to restore the broken items.
Although Funia was kind and pure, and had no sexual experience, she was still a physically mature woman. Hansel's
daily pranks quickly achieved their effect; Funia had become quite accustomed to watching Hansel's sex scenes, and
would even masturbate in the background whenever the siblings were playing.
From Hansel's unintentional touches, Funia progressed to being quite used to his playful, deliberate touching
. Even when Funia was changing clothes, Hansel would sometimes accidentally barge in, his
innocent eyes wide with curiosity, looking at her and even touching her body. Funia's life was completely controlled by Hansel.
Several more weeks passed, and Hansel still hadn't managed to seduce the kind witch Funia. One day, Hansel lost
his patience and told Greta that he didn't want to wait any longer.
"Come here, Greta," Hansel said to Greta, "take this glass of juice to Fenia
, then spill it. Today, your brother is going to play with Fenia."
The poor little sister was always forced to be an accomplice, bringing juice to the witch Fenia. She
was very careful along the way, afraid that if she messed it up, she would be finished. Only she knew how wicked Hansel was,
but she couldn't disobey his orders because she loved her brother very much, and Hansel had already completely
controlled her lust.
"Dear devil, please help us!" she cried in her heart, "I hope my brother can successfully
play with Fenia today."
Things went smoothly; the sticky juice spilled and soaked Fenia's clothes. Fenia comforted
Greta, who was about to cry, saying that she didn't mind at all, as long as she took a bath and changed her clothes.
Funia went to the bathroom and found a tub of hot water ready, sprinkled with her favorite rose
petals. Delighted, she took off her clothes and soaked in the hot water.
Suddenly, with a splash, Hansel popped his head out of the water, startling her. "Dear Funia
, are you taking a bath too? I got all dirty in the kitchen with flour and butter, so I came to take a bath.
Could you help me scrub my back? I can't even reach it myself." Hansel, quick-witted and agile, grabbed Funia, who was trying to escape, and
pleaded with her.
Looking into Hansel's angelic eyes, so sincere, Funia couldn't bear to refuse. She thought to
herself, "I'm just imagining things. Although Hansel does that kind of thing with my sister every day, he must still be innocent. He's a
pure young man."
Funia blushed and picked up a cloth, carefully wiping Hansel's back. Hansel's body was very well-
proportioned, and even his back was very attractive. Hansel let out a comfortable moan, "Sister Funia,
you're so kind. Mom never wipes my back. Hansel and Greta both like Sister Funia very much."
Hansel's words stirred Funia's maternal instincts, and as she wiped, she suddenly
felt satisfied.
Hansel turned around, picked up the cloth, and said to Funia, "Sister Funia, can Hansel wipe your
back too? You must promise me, I'll do a good job."
Funia, feeling maternal love, agreed and turned around to let Hansel wipe her
back.
Hansel tossed aside the cloth and gently stroked Funia's beautiful, smooth back with both hands. Funia felt
the boy's magic hands moving across her back, gently sliding down her shoulder blades. Her heart pounded. Strange,
where did the cloth go?
Hansel's movements were gentle and delicate. His palms slid down Funia's neck, down her shoulder blades, four fingers
reaching under her armpits, gently sliding down to her waist, then up her spine to her neck, and then down
her shoulder blades again, four fingers reaching under her armpits, sliding down to her waist. The movements felt so comfortable that Funia
felt completely at ease.
Hansel observed her as he asked, "Sister Funia, does it feel good?"
"Ah, so comfortable???" Funia completely relaxed her body, closing her eyes to enjoy Hansel's caresses
.
Hansel's movements became increasingly wider, gradually moving from her armpits to her breasts,
and then sliding down to her waist, buttocks, and thighs. Unconsciously, Funia
was lying with her entire back against Hansel's chest, and Hansel's hands had already slipped under her armpits and were
sliding in front of her.
Because Hansel's movements were so gentle and natural, Funia completely ignored the awkwardness that should have been there
. "Ah, so comfortable, Hansel's touch feels so good on my sister???"
After Hansel finished touching Funia's breasts, he took Funia's hands and let her rub them herself. He quietly let his hands
slide down, towards Funia's flat stomach, into the "flower bush," sliding from her groin to her inner thighs,
little by little, until they reached Funia's beautiful petals.
"??? Ugh??? No??? Hansel??? You're naughty??? Sister's there??? You can't
touch me???" Funia was like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, already lost in passion. Hansel wasn't about to stop,
skillfully parting the petals and beginning to play with Funia.
"??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah??? Ah???" Funia didn't understand anything, only able to
groan. Hansel's fingers moved in and out of her flower-like opening, making her feel like she was melting.
Hansel skillfully turned Funia's body over, seeing her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, cherry lips slightly
parted, incredibly alluring, he kissed her. Funia was startled, opening her eyes to try and stop, but her mouth was already
blocked by Hansel's tongue, unable to utter a sound.
Hansel pressed his large mushroom against Funia's open petals, and with the help of hot water and nectar, thrust it all the way in one
go. Funia cried out in pain, tears almost streaming down her face. Hansel quickly kissed her again, while his lower body began
to move.
"Sister Funia, you are so beautiful, Sister Funia, you are so pretty, Sister Funia, you
are such a kind and good sister, Sister Funia, you are so... Hansel and Greta both like
Sister Funia very much." Hansel said innocently. He was a born scoundrel, and he knew all too well what kind of sweet
words women wanted to hear.
"Huh??? Ah??? Really??? Ah??? Ah??? Hansel??? Ah???
You made me feel so good??? Ah??? Ah??? No wonder Gret??? Wants it every day???
Ah??? Ah???" Funia had finally been won over by Hansel, and it went from the bathroom to the bedroom
, a continuous day and night, with her climaxing again and again. Even with her witch's constitution, she was exhausted
.
Hansel lay contentedly beside Funia, looking at her beautiful, sexy sleeping face, plotting how to train
this pure witch Funia into his loyal sex slave.
The three of them lived a life of indulgence. After some time, one day Hansel, wanting
to play bestiality, asked Funia to transform him into a unicorn, and then he and Gret went to the forest to chase
it.
They arrived at another of Fenia's huts. Gretel gathered many leaves and grasses, spread out
a large sheet, and made a soft bed for the unicorn. Then Gretel took the unicorn inside and they made love
.
Every morning, she went out to gather nuts and berries to eat, and also gathered many leaves and grasses for her brother . She fed the unicorn the leaves and grasses in her hands, and the unicorn 　　jumped around happily beside
her . 　　At night, Gretel and Hansel, who was in the form of a unicorn, made love. This game of transformation, with the unicorn 　　's large whip touching the girl's flower garden, gave them a novel kind of pleasure. 　　They played in the forest like this for several days. One day, the queen of the kingdom came to hunt. When the unicorn 　　heard the horns echoing in the forest, the barking of the hunting dogs, and the shouts of the servants, he couldn't help 　　but want to see what was going on. 　　“Oh, Greta,” said the unicorn, “let me go into the forest and see.” 　　“Alright, but,” she said, “my dear brother, you must be back before dark. I will lock 　　the door so the hunters can’t come in. If you knock and say, ‘Sister, let me in,’ I’ll know 　　it’s you. If you don’t speak, I’ll lock the door tightly.” 　　So the unicorn hopped and skipped away. When the queen and her attendants saw the beautiful unicorn 　　, they chased after him, but they couldn’t catch him, because every time they thought they were about 　　to catch him, he would leap into the bushes and hide. 　　As darkness fell, the unicorn ran back to the cabin, knocked on the door, and said, “Sister, let me in!” 　　Greta opened the door, and he jumped in. Greta took off her clothes, and the brother and sister happily 　　made love on the warm bed all night. 　　The next morning, the hunt began again. Upon hearing the horns of his attendants, the unicorn cried, "Grete 　　, open the door for me! I must get out!" 　　The Queen and her attendants, seeing the unicorn, immediately resumed their hunt. They chased him all day, 　　finally surrounding him, one of the attendants even shooting him in the foot. He 　　limped home with great difficulty. 　　A nimble attendant followed him, overhearing the unicorn say, "Sister, let me in," 　　and seeing the door open, the unicorn go inside, and then quickly close it again. The attendant returned to 　　report what he had seen and heard. The Queen said, "Then let's hunt him again tomorrow." 　　When Grete saw her beloved brother wounded, she was terrified. However, they had the witch Phyllis 　　's potion, and by the next morning, the wound had healed. 　　When the horn sounded again, the unicorn said, "I can't stay here. She's a beautiful queen 　　, and I must go out and get revenge. I must bring her back and play with her. I'll be careful; I won't let them catch 　　me." 　　But Greta said fearfully, "Dear brother, I'm so afraid they'll kill you this time."

“ I won’t let you go.”
“If you lock me up here, I’ll die of regret,” he said.
Greta had no choice but to let him out. She opened the door heavily, and the unicorn happily ran off into the forest
, deliberately leaping in front of the Queen.
Upon seeing the unicorn, the Queen loudly commanded, “You must catch him today, but none of you are
allowed to harm him!”
However, by sunset, they still hadn’t caught him. So the Queen
said to the servant who had once followed the unicorn, “Then lead me to that little house.”
They arrived at the little house, and the Queen knocked on the door, saying, “Sister, let me in.”
The door opened, and the Queen went inside, where she saw the most beautiful
girl she had ever seen.
When Greta saw that the visitor was not her unicorn, but a beautiful queen wearing a crown, she was
terrified. But the Queen very kindly took her hand and said, "Would you like to come with me to my
castle and be my friend? Being a queen is so lonely."
"Yes," said Greta, "I can go to your castle with you, but my unicorn must
stay with me; I can't be separated from him."
"Very well," said the beautiful Queen Camille happily, "He can come with you, never
leave you, and he can have whatever he wants."
Just then, the unicorn returned from Fionia's arrangements and jumped in.
Greta then put a rope around his neck, and they left the cottage together.
Camille nimbly lifted Greta onto the unicorn, and the two rode back to her palace.
Before Greta could even stop them, she thought, "Oh no, my brother is going to kill me now! Queen, you've got
me in big trouble!"
Back at the palace, Camille arranged a bedroom for Greta next to her own. That night, Camille was suddenly
awakened by the sounds of a man and woman making love coming from Greta's room.
Although Camille was thirty years old, she had only been raped a few times by her own father and had never been with another man
, which fueled her curiosity and made her want to spy.
Camille tiptoed into Greta's room and saw a handsome, angelic young man,
naked, kneeling behind the lovely Greta, his shapely buttocks throbbing with desire. Greta was kneeling like a wanton bitch, her
adorable breasts being kneaded by the young man's hands, her face flushed with lust, her skin, whiter than milk, already tinged with
a rosy blush.
Beside them lay a stunningly beautiful woman of elegant bearing. Her breasts were full and high, her nipples
marked with bite marks. Her beautiful long legs were spread wide, her lower body in full bloom, thick white fluid
dripping from her vulva.
Camille stared in disbelief, her heart pounding. Grete had clearly reached her climax, trembling all over,
babbling incoherently, "??? Ah??? Brother??? Grete??? So beautiful??? So beautiful???
I'm going to come again???" Grete moaned.
When the angelic boy finished ejaculating on Grete's back, he withdrew his large
magic wand from Grete's vulva, jumped off the bed, and walked towards the Queen. His large magic wand remained erect, showing no signs of softening.
Camille realized she shouldn't have been spying and hurriedly tried to leave, but the boy had already grabbed her. She tried to
resist, but found that all her strength had vanished. Funia had cast a magical barrier in the room.
The young man carried Camille to the large bed, placing her between Greta and Fenia. He removed Camille's thin silk
robe, revealing her mature and beautiful body.
Camille's heart pounded. Courtly affairs were always the most promiscuous. Since her father
's death, she had never had another man. She often saw maids and servants engaging in illicit relations in the palace, but as
queen, she couldn't freely have sex with men. This left her, a woman who had tasted pleasure, only able to
comfort herself with a wooden stick. Now, by divine intervention, such a charming young man had appeared here. Camille's mind wandered
.
Hansel, upon touching Camille's wet and glistening flower, knew the queen was aroused. He thought, "Good,
it saves me a lot of trouble."
Hansel bent Camille's long legs at the knees, holding his large magic wand, and knelt before her. He thrust forward, parting
her breasts and penetrating her deeply. Camille cried out softly, her body trembling, her hands groping Hansel
's chest.
Hansel looked at the queen with a half-smile. Camille blushed, then feigned anger: "How rude of you!
I am the queen of this country! You...you...you??? Ah??? Ah??? Good??? Good little brother???
Ah??? Ah???"
Hansel showed no mercy, treating the beautiful Queen Camille like a prostitute, fucking her relentlessly, ravaging
all three parts of her body.
When the maids arrived at the queen's chambers in the morning to help her get up, dress, and wash, they were startled to find her missing
. However, Greta immediately opened the door to the next room with the queen's instructions, telling
them that the queen would not be holding court that day. Only then did the maids leave reassured.
Greta closed the door, turned back to look at Hansel, Phryne, and Camille still moving on the bed, her heart
filled with happiness. With a cheer, she rushed back to bed.
A few days later, the Queen ordered her servants to go to the edge of the Great Black Forest and bring Hansel's young and beautiful stepmother
to the palace. The woodcutter had died of illness, and from then on, Hansel and his women lived happily ever after.
[The End
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