(𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) //🆃🅷🅴 🅺🅸🅻🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🆄🆁🆂🅴//

//𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 - 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽//

//Chapter 17//

Tw: Smut

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You felt a thrill race through you as Monty leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. The clearing was indeed a magical place, and in that moment, you felt as if you were the only two people in the world. The flowers seemed to lean in closer, as if eager to witness what was about to unfold. The scent of the blooms filled the air, a sweet symphony that seemed to play in time with the racing of your heart.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, your voice a soft whisper that barely disturbed the serene air of the glade. Your eyes searched his, looking for the meaning behind his words. Your heart was racing, the anticipation of his next move making your pulse pound in your ears.

Monty's grin grew wider, his teeth gleaming in the dappled sunlight. He reached out, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. "I mean," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "that we should take advantage of this moment. Just you, me, and the music of nature." He leaned in even closer, his breath a warm caress against your skin. "What do you say we make the most of my suprize here?" His eyes searched yours, the question hanging in the air between you like a note waiting to be played.

The heat of Monty's hand sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body respond to his closeness. Your eyes searched his, the question in his voice echoing in your mind. The vibrant colors of the Enchanted Glade seemed to pulse in time with your racing heart. You took a deep breath, the scent of the flowers intoxicating, mingling with the faint metallic tang of his robotic body. "I think that's a great idea," you murmured, leaning into his touch. The anticipation was palpable, the air around you charged with unspoken desires. You reached up, placing your hand on his chest, feeling the steady throb of his mechanical heart beneath your fingertips. Your other hand slid up to the neckline of his shirt, tracing the line of his collarbone with a gentle touch.

His eyes darkened with desire as he felt your hand on his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss that grew more urgent with each passing second. His free hand cradled the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. The flowers around you seemed to pulse with energy, their light casting an ethereal glow over the two of you.

With a sudden burst of passion, Monty's strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the soft, flower-covered ground. The sensation of the cool petals against your skin sent a shiver of delight down your spine. His mouth claimed yours with a ferocity that stole your breath, his tongue exploring the warm cavern of your mouth. The scent of the flowers mingled with the musky aroma of his scales, creating a heady perfume that clouded your senses. His body felt like warm steel against yours, the leather spikes on his wristbands grazing your skin with every movement. His simple black tee strained against his powerful chest, revealing the intricate tattoos that danced in the dappled sunlight. The weight of him on top of you was surprisingly comforting, a reminder of his solidity in a world that often felt so fleeting. His tail coiled around your leg, pulling you closer, as if trying to become one with you.

The kiss grew more urgent, your hands exploring the contours of his sculpted body beneath the black tee. His scales felt surprisingly smooth and warm, a stark contrast to the cool metal of his animatronic frame. As your fingers traced the lines of his tattoos, he moaned into your mouth, his tail tightening around your leg. His hips ground against yours, and you could feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal. You broke the kiss, panting, and whispered against his lips, "Monty... not out in public." The words were a gentle reminder of the risks, but the desire in your eyes was unmistakable.