Milk Shake (Dante)

"Now ain't this the freshest, creamiest milk in town? And there's so much of it too...You're really spoiling me here, sweetheart~"

"D-Dante…! Don't say such embarrassing things!!!"

"What's so embarrassing about the truth? This really is the best damn milkshake I've ever had and it's all for me~"

"...Need I remind you that this milk is supposed to be for your son who is yet to be born?"

"That's the keyword, darling. He's 'yet' to be born, so that means all this creamy milk is for Daddy in the meantime."

You have no further words to refute his statement, opting instead to just bite your lower lip and look away in embarrassment. Seeing the attractive flush on your cheeks, a smirk crawls its way onto the handsome devil's chiseled face, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he buries himself into the ample softness of your breasts.

Seated on his lap while he lounged on his favorite office chair at the shop, Dante is sure that this is what heaven feels like as his senses are saturated with the softness of your scent and buried in the plush and smooth texture of your flesh as your body prepares itself for motherhood. The pheromones your draconic body exuded has his own inhuman instincts running in full overdrive, cock straining against the leather of his pants and yet what he wanted more than anything at the moment is to suckle on your puffy nipples and drink up the nourishing milk you're currently producing for your child.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and your full, leaking tits in his face, is there any good reason he shouldn't allow himself the pleasure of drinking from you? The dark wet spots that stain the fabric of one of his shirts which barely fit you now thanks to just how much your breasts filled out has him salivating. There is a subtle change to your scent ever since the day his seed had taken root inside your womb, a change that is very much welcomed as you grow softer and more fragrant in his arms with each passing day.

It only makes his inner devil hunger for your taste even more than it already does.

"Thank you for the food"

Dante doesn't forget to mutter a quick thanks before he lifts the hem of the shirt upwards, your bountiful bosom seeming to jump and jiggle as they are freed from their prison. A pale white wetness stains the tips of your globes, a sight that makes his loins grow and harden especially as your aroma directly hits his sensitive nose.

𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑝.

Though with how enthusiastically the half-devil suckles at your full teats, hand kneading the unattended one, it's obvious to you that your husband certainly has no qualms about taking the milk intended for his child.

You could only silently sit on his lap, core moistening as he gyrates his hips every now and then to rub the tent in his pants while he drank from you like you were an all-you-can-drink milk bar.

Despite how shameless he can be, there's no denying the warmth that overflows in your eyes as your hands idly play with his hair.