"𝕽𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖓' 𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑" -𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔤𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌

   His thick tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran over your exposed neck and shoulder. at this point your legs were shaking, your mind raced as you anticipated what was next to come. you couldn't help but let a slight wimper escape past your lips and your hand immediately shot up to your mouth, trying to muffle the tiny sounds. a low chuckle escaped from monty's parted lips as his sharp claws ripped off the bottom half of your shirt. your eyes widened in surprise, although the situation seemed dangerous, nothing felt better than having your body stimulated by the large gator. but as you worried about your tattered clothes, what you failed to notice was his mouth slowly widening, exposing rows of his razor sharp teeth. he slowly sunk them into the side of your neck, barely breaking the skin. your back arched, pushing your ass into him, feeling his clothed cock against you. you felt a bit scared, it was almost the size of your forearm; it definitely wouldn't fit. another thing that added to your worry is the thought of vanessa walking in and seeing monty grope you.
"monty, please..can we go somewhere else?" you whined, hoping he'd listen to your pleads. with an aggravated huff, monty wrapped his arm around your waist, picking you up. he bolted down the hall and where the main stage is. you took notice of how heavy he was breathing, the huffing echoing through the plaza. the large gator pulled his door open with such force that you wouldn't be surprised if the hinges broke. as the door slammed behind him, you were dropped to the floor with a thud. you turned back and observed how monty watched your every move, examining every curve of your body. you looked away, not wanting to stare into his bright red eyes any longer.
he grabbed you by your arm, picking you up and let you fall onto the mangled couch. he walked over to the vanity and took off his glasses and other accessories, his eyes tracking up and down your body as he walked back over. he dropped down between your legs, examining your expression while he pulled your pants and shoes off.
    “eyes on me baby” he commanded, and your eyes immediately shot back to his face. he sucks dark marks into your thigh, caressing the other. you watched as his large, clawed fingers made its way to your clothed folds, his mouth following slowly after, kissing the soft skin of your thigh.
    once he finally makes it to your panties, he opens his mouth and bite down on the fabric, barely missing you, and snatches it down, exposing your glistening lips. monty brings them down and off of one of your ankles, leaving it dangling off the other. he then comes back down and swipes his tongue across your lips, gathering some of your juices onto his tongue. with a dark chuckle, his thick muscle dips into your entrance, wiggling around, not leaving any of you untouched by him.
    “oh god..” you manage to choke out, your hands gripping the couch’s silk. he retracts his tongue, and swipes it up from your entrance to your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nerve. he eats you like a man starved, making it his mission to make you a quivering mess. your eyes are shot closed as the overstimulation causes your legs to snap together. his hot breath tickling your thighs, the feeling of his claws digging into your plush hips, and his tongue almost push you over the edge immediately. monty's eyes flicker up, and he notices that you're not looking at him. as his tongue fucks into you again, your head is thrown back into ecstasy as he laps up your thick juices. he quickly pulls back and harshly smacks your upper thigh, leaving a large red mark.
    “the fuck did i say?” he growls, his breath hot against your throbbing pussy.
    “sorry..” you whimper shakily “eyes on you” you answer.
    “good girl” he praised and immediately dived back down to catch your clit between his lips. his eyes never leave yours, his warm mouth liking and sucking as the coil within you tightens with each swipe of his tongue. he brings two fingers to your entrance, lathering them with your wetness and pushing them in. your shaky hands grip the hand he has locked around your thigh as you roll your hips forward some, pushing his fingers deeper into your soaking walls. you throw your head back, his thick fingers pressing on a place that causes your legs to spasm. yet again, he pulls back with an annoyed look.
    “don't you want to cum pretty girl?” he questioned while spreading your legs, his finger drawing circles around your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. “i just wanna see those gorgeous eyes while you fall apart under me”
    you had no words to express how turned on you were at the moment.
“please, just keep going, don't stop!” you pleaded to him. he pulls his fingers back while rolling his eyes at your sad attempts to convince him to touch you.
    “well only good girls get to cum. are you gonna be a good girl and focus on me? this is gonna be your last chance sweetheart” he warned before licking another stripe up your dripping cunt. the action makes you jump, and you push yourself farther into him, once again trying to feel more than what he was teasing you with.
    “can you be a good girl for me baby?” he asks quietly.
you desperately nod your head. “yes, please keep going” at this point you sounded like a broken record, babbling small pleads and other things monty didn't care to listen to. his mouth is back on you in seconds, his actions more vigorous than before. his finger sporadically pushes in and out of you while his tongue gives its attention to your aching clit. this time you do everything in your power to keep your eyes locked with his. his tongue swipes over your clit one last time before you squeeze tightly around him, his fingers slowing their pace in your pulsing hole, but his tongue not stopping its constant massaging on your small muscle. your legs shake at the overstimulation but it soon ceases as he pulls away. his sharp red eyes stare down at you as he stands up. he licks his lips again, and you stare back, anticipating what he wants to do next.
“you think you can give me one more?” he questioned, undoing his belt.