Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 115

“Haah, ah…!”

A creamy, sweet liquid shot out in two streams, splashing over Dante’s cheek and face, then trickling down. Dante extended his tongue, licking his lips where the milk had landed.

With one arm firmly wrapped around Hansel’s waist, he raised his free hand. His crimson eyes locked on Hansel’s as he licked his milk-drenched fingers.

“So this is what Alice has been living on. Delicious.”

His bright red tongue slid over his ivory-coated fingertips. The obscene, lascivious sight made Hansel’s lower abdomen tighten again.

Dante deliberately licked his hand as though savoring the taste, even sucking on his fingers provocatively. The sight of his glistening red tongue and the slick interior of his mouth made Hansel shudder with anticipation.

Hansel cradled his head, pulling him closer.

“Suck it. Now.”

Dante lowered his head and latched onto her b****t in one swift motion.

“Ahhh!”

His mouth moved greedily, licking up every trace of sweetness from her upper body. He latched onto her b****t like a hungry infant, sucking fervently. The sound of his lips pulling at her flesh was loud and lewd.

He sucked deeply enough to hollow his cheeks, pressing his tongue firmly against the n****e, filling his mouth with milk before swallowing it in one gulp. The sounds of him swallowing, combined with his lips suctioned tightly around her b****t, were explicit.

Her body was hyper-sensitive, and the mere rolling of his tongue over her n****e sent heat coursing through her.

Meanwhile, the arm wrapped around her waist reached up to grasp her other b****t. His grip was forceful, almost rough, as he kneaded it.

Like dough being worked, he pressed and rubbed her soft flesh, pinching her n****e to release more milk deliberately. When Hansel squirmed from the sharp pain, he soothed her by spreading the warm liquid over her chest.

It was dizzyingly skillful.

After tormenting her n*****s until they were swollen and sore, Dante finally pulled away. The sensitivity was so intense that even his breath brushing against her skin stung.

Without hesitation, he moved to the other b****t, taking it into his mouth. Hansel clutched his head, her hips writhing.

“Hah, Dante… ah, ahh…”

Dante responded to her call by licking up the milk streaming from her n****e, looking up at her as he did so.

Her flushed, slightly unfocused blue eyes were unbearably arousing. Dante smiled mischievously and circled her n****e with the tip of his tongue.

Hansel couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of her n****e being squeezed and milked by his relentless tongue.

Milk that had served only as food for Alice was now the source of such raw sensuality.

As if to emphasize this, Dante let some of the milk he couldn’t swallow trickle down his chin. The wet mess of her b****t and his milk-slicked jaw mirrored the heated wetness pooling between her legs.

Hansel slid a hand down and inserted her thumb into his mouth. Like a child discovering a new candy, Dante suckled on it, his tongue swirling over both her thumb and n****e at once.

The feel of his hot, slick tongue and her dripping milk made her hips jerk involuntarily. Hansel withdrew her hand from his mouth and whispered breathlessly.

“Dante, I can’t wait any longer…”

“……”

It was the signal he had been waiting for. Dante wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up in one fluid motion. Hansel let out a small squeal, clinging to his neck as he carried her.

With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, Hansel dangled weightlessly in his grasp.

As always, Dante carried her as if she were as light as a feather.

He pressed kisses to her cheeks as he strode across the living room.

“Hah, Dante… where are we going…?”

“To the workshop.”

Confusion flickered across Hansel’s face. Not the bedroom? Or even the bathroom? Why the workshop? What was he planning?

The door to the workshop swung open on its own as they approached. Dante set Hansel down on the workbench, and only then did the door shut with a solid thud.

Hansel sat on the table, her soaked b*****s exposed, blinking at him. Dante hiked up her skirt and spread her legs apart.

“Your p***y is always so tight, no matter how much we do this.”

Was he planning to stretch her out with his hands again?

It seemed like a reasonable guess, but the floating object hovering behind Dante shattered that notion instantly. Hansel’s mouth fell open.

“W-What is that?!”

A pink object drifted into Dante’s grasp.

It was cylindrical, thick, and long. If one wanted to be modest, they might compare it to an eggplant, but to speak bluntly, it looked unmistakably like an e***t c**k.