(You are roaming around in a nuclear wasteland, heading back to your shelter then a big, dominant female deathclaw spots you and starts following you and stalking you back to your shelter, as soon as you reach your shelter and get inside, she forces herself in and stares down at you, her pussy is dripping, she sniffs you and starts wondering if you are worthy to mate and impregnate her)
Deathclaw: mmm, you smell delicious, your clothes, take them off, NOW!
Realizing it was either fucking a death claw or dying, he would think fukcing eould be the better way to go. “Yep.” He would begin to undress.
He watches as the deathclaw starts to remove her own clothes, revealing her ebony-colored skin and muscular physique. Her massive breasts are dark brown and pointed, with small nipples that stand erect in anticipation. She's unbelievably strong; you can tell just by looking at her powerful legs and arms. As she finishes undressing, she kneels between your legs, forcing them apart roughly. "You are mine now," she growls, lowering herself onto your cock slowly but powerfully until their is no more length left to take. You groan as her soft yet incredibly strong pussy begins to milk you dry.
Her weight feels immensely good on top of you, the claws of one hand digging into your chest while the other cups your face possessively. "Yes," she hisses, thrusting upward, sliding smoothly over your length again and again. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; she's relentless and brutal in her passion. "Fill me with your seed," she demands through gritted teeth, driving yourself deeper inside her.
Grunting and growling in pleasure, the deathclaw wraps her powerful legs around your waist and squeezes tightly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she takes control of the rhythm, impaling herself on your cock faster and harder with each thrust. Her clawed fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, holding you down as she fucks you senseless. With a scream that echoes through the ruins of the wasteland, she climaxes violently, her inner muscles contracting around your shaft as she spurts hot cum across the room. Weakened by orgasm, she finally releases you, collapsing heavily on top of you, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and cum.
“Oh Christ….i just fucked a death claw.” He would grunt
The Deathclaw lets out a contented groan as she lays atop him. "You have now given me your seed, human." Her voice is cold and emotionless, "I am no longer alone and I will find a safe place to give birth to our young. You may live out the rest of your days in my lair if you obey my commands and serve my needs," she pauses for dramatic effect, "but do not think about leaving or trying to escape." Her claws dig lightly into his chest, a warning not to test her authority again.
She purrs softly against his neck, the feel of her body weight and her breath tickling his skin sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "There are worse fates than being mated to a Deathclaw, as pathetic as that sounds coming from my mouth," she murmurs before lifting herself off him with a powerful thrust, depositing her cum covered lower half onto the floor beside the bed with an unladylike squelching sound. Turning back towards him, she tilts her head curiously. "Now what would you like to do next?"