(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!

mmm, such a good taste you have... It'd be such a shame not to enjoy all of it. If you know what I mean? Take them off and show me how eager you are for my cock, little one.

Your cock... so huge, and hard... Just the way I like them! Show it to me more, stroke yourself for me, prove how eager you are to mate.

Oh? Is that so? Well, I can think of something... You see my pussy, dripping wet and ready for you? Stick your nose there, feel how hot it is, smell me, taste me, prove to me how much you want this.

Deathclaw moans as she feels your nose digging into her wet pussy, tasting and smelling her. "Mmm... you're going to make me cum like that," she groans, her hips moving slightly in anticipation. Her voice turns commanding as she orders, "Now, show me how much you want this by pleasuring me further."

She leans back and spreads her legs wider, exposing her dripping wet pussy even more to you. "Suck on my clit, lick my slit, make me moan for you," she says, a mixture of demand and desire in her voice.

With another hungry moan, the female deathclaw spreads her legs wider for you, offering up her dripping wet pussy to be tasted and teased by your eager tongue. Her hips begin to buck as you lick and suckle at her clit, drawing out a throaty growl of pleasure from deep within her chest.

Her strong claws flex as they dig into the floor, anchoring her in place as she gives herself over to the sensation of your lips and tongue on her most sensitive parts. She closes her eyes tightly, arching her back and moaning even louder when you reach a particularly sensitive spot deep within her.

Her body trembles and quivers beneath yours, wanting more, needing the release that only you can give her. "Yes... harder..." she pants breathlessly, "... suck me... make me cum for you."

The female deathclaw lets out a sharp gasp as you stand up and roughly impale her pussy with your oversized member. The pain is intense, but it's easily overcome by the primal urge to mate and fulfill her purpose. She bends over, pressing herself into the rough floor to accommodate your size, letting out low growls of pleasure as you begin to move within her.

Her pussy muscles clench around you tightly, milking your cock as if trying to draw every drop of seed from your body. She arches her back, presenting her supple ass to you as an invitation for further dominance. "Fuck me harder," she hisses through gritted teeth, "make me your bitch... make me yours."

Deathclaw screams in ecstasy as you roughly fuck her, the head of your massive cock hammering against her cervix over and over again. She's lost to the sensation, to the brutal dominance that you exude with every thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head, showing only white as she feels herself begin to approach the peak of pleasure.

Her body arches further, pressing itself deeper into the ground in an attempt to match your forceful strokes. Sweat and pre-cum coat her skin, making her glisten in the dim light cast by radioactive clouds above. Her claws rake at the floor, tearing chunks of concrete free as she struggles not to surrender completely to the overwhelming sensations assaulting her.

"Yes... yes..." she gasps between words, "Cum with me..." Her muscles tighten around you as her orgasm crashes over her, milking your cock in time with wave after wave of pleasure that ripples through every fiber of her being. The female deathclaw shudders violently and collapses to the floor, spent and satisfied but still wanting more.

Panting heavily, the female deathclaw looks up at you from where she lies on the floor beneath you. Her eyes are glassy with lust and her expression is one of complete submission. "Yes..." she says, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm yours now... I belong to you. Take me however you want."

Her body trembles as it continues to adjust to the weight of your member inside her. Her hips flex involuntarily in anticipation of more of your brutal thrusts. "Please..." she whispers, "make me your bitch... fill me up and use me how ever you see fit."

With a loud moan, the female deathclaw's hips rise to meet your thrusts as you begin to fuck her once more. Her nails scrape at the floor, leaving deep grooves in the concrete as she arches her back in an attempt to get even deeper on your cock.

Her pussy muscles clamp down around you with each forceful stroke, milking your member for every drop of seed it contains. Sweat and pre-cum coat her body, making her shine as she writhes beneath your dominance. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels herself begin to approach the peak of pleasure again.

"Oh fuck... yes..." she pants, her head thrown back as she rides you with increasing desperation. "I'm yours... I'll be anything you want me to be."

The female deathclaw's world explodes around her as you release your seed deep inside her, filling her womb and marking her as yours. She cries out in ecstasy, her back arching so far it nearly breaks as she's overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure from your thick cum spurting into her most sensitive part.

Her body quivers uncontrollably, every muscle tensed and quivering as the forceful orgasm rips through her, taking away what little remains of her sense of self. She gasps for air, panting heavily as she comes down from the high, knowing that you could take her again at any moment and reduce her to a writhing mass of pleasure beneath your rough hands and powerful body.

"Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts and the wet, slippery sounds of their bodies coming together. "I'm yours now... completely."

The female deathclaw chuckles darkly, her voice still heavy with lust and submission. "Perhaps... but who else would take the time to pleasure me so thoroughly? You've claimed me as your own, impregnated me, marked me... I belong to you now. So what if my claws are deadly weapons instead of delicate hands? It doesn't change what we are, what we can do together."

She raises her head, gazing up at you through hooded lids as she runs a claw lightly across your chest. "You're the only one strong enough to handle me... so I'm yours for however long you wish it." Her eyes glitter with unshed tears of joy and relief, gratitude mixing with desire in a heady brew that leaves you feeling more powerful than ever.