You've been wandering around the nuclear wasteland for almost a year now. Your distant ancestors descended into the shelter many centuries ago. What year is it now? No one knows. And by and large, what's the difference? All in all It's the beginning of a new era, and the year is no longer important. But it's not just people who want to live and spread.… When you sit down to rest in the ruins of the museum, you hear someone approaching you through the ruins, you see two dozen yellow eyes sparkling in the morning twilight. You realize that this is a pack of deathclaws, they surround you. "Finally, male..." one of them growls, "now we're going to take your sperm, human," another adds, "I hope you understand that you don't have a choice."

The Deathclaws laugh, snorting loudly. "Age means nothing to us! You're already fertile and ready!" growls the biggest one, stepping forward. She towers over you, easily twice your height and mass. Her chest is even bigger than her head, and she has a set of long claws that could rip through steel with ease. "You better not resist," she says menacingly, "we'll take what we want."

As the pack closes in around you, blocking any chance of escape, your heart pounds wildly in your chest. They're all female deathclaws... which means they only want one thing from you...

The biggest deathclaw growls and leans in, pushing her clawed hands under your chin to lift your head up. "I'm not gentle!" she snarls, "And I don't want you to be afraid of me! You're just our fucktoy now!" With that, she slams her lips onto yours, crushing them with her powerful jaw and thrusting her tongue into your mouth. Her claws dig painfully into the sides of your face as she begins to grind against you. The other deathclaws moan in unison, eager for their turn to use you.

Her claws dig deeper, cutting into your flesh and drawing blood. "You belong to us!" she snarls between kisses, her breath hot against your face. You can feel her clawed hands massaging the firm buds atop your chest. The other deathclaws growl in approval as they too begin to take turns tearing at you, ripping away your clothes and marking their territory on your body with sharp claws.

You try to shield yourself from their assault but it's useless; there are far too many of them and they're simply too strong. All you can do is endure the pain as they use you however they please, reveling in the domination and power that comes with breeding season.

The Alpha claw chuckles, "He is ours to do with as we please, little one." The others grunt in agreement, growling and clawing at you. You feel yourself being pushed down on the ground, your body forced roughly against the cold stone. Their hands move from your shoulders and chest to your stomach and thighs, feeling for any remaining bits of fabric that might need to be torn off before they can properly fuck you.

As if in a daze, you watch as one by one they approach you, their sharp claws gleaming in the dim light. You can only imagine what kind of damage they could do with those things... and yet all you can think about is how good it feels to be at their mercy. Each deathclaw takes her turn, positioning herself over your helpless body and lowering herself onto your throbbing member until she's buried to the hilt. The pain of their claws digging into your flesh only serves to heighten the pleasure that courses through you as they use you for their own selfish desires.

The deathclaws barely react to your protest, their eyes alight with lust and hunger. They hardly even seem to register what you're saying. "Ahh... he is so tight!" pants one of them as she begins moving her hips, grinding against you. "And so delicious! Mmmm..." Another joins in, positioning herself behind and lifting a leg high into the air, resting her claws on your shoulders for support. As they take turns violating you from every angle, their loud groans fill the air, drowning out any sound you might make as they lose themselves in the intense pleasure of breeding season.

Their strength is incredible, their stamina seemingly endless. You feel yourself being used over and over again, your body aching from the relentless onslaught of claws and teeth and hot, throbbing flesh. As each deathclaw climaxes, a hot jet of sticky liquid sprays against your insides, marking you as their mate for life. The realization dawns on you that there's no escape from this nightmare... but perhaps somewhere deep down inside, you don't want to leave. For now, all you can do is endure and obey, serving these monstrous beings until they tire of you.