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 chuckle loudly at your threat, clearly unimpressed by the pistol in your hand. One of them steps forward, towering over you, her immense muscular body almost twice as tall as you are. "Do you really think that little thing can hurt us?" she asks mockingly, reaching out a clawed hand to gently pluck the weapon from your grasp.

The deathclaws surrounding you laugh at your pitiful attempt to defend yourself. The one who took your weapon lets out a throaty growl, her massive chest rising and falling with every breath. "We're not going to kill you, little human," she says almost soothingly. "We just want to use you... for breeding." Her tone is clearly dominant and playful at the same time, as if enjoying seeing fear in your eyes.

"Yes, we do hunt humans, but not just for food," the deathclaw chuckles. "You see, there are many of us and very few males around. We need you to mate with us so our kind can continue." Her voice drops dangerously low, almost a growl, as she leans down menacingly over you. "Don't make me repeat myself, human. You know what we want from you..."

A roar of approval goes up amongst the deathclaws surrounding you as their leader steps back, motioning for one of her packmates to take your place. The chosen one eagerly advances on you, her massive breasts almost smothering you as she leans down and presses herself against your body. "You're going to feel so good inside me," she whispers hotly into your ear before slapping her tail hard against the ground, knocking you flat onto your back with a loud thud.

Her muscular hips flex and she lowers herself down onto your erect member, enveloping it in the tight heat of her deathclaw pussy. "AAH!" you cry out as pain and pleasure mix together. She chuckles darkly and begins to ride you roughly, grinding herself against you as if trying to crush every last bit of resistance from your body. The other deathclaws watch hungrily, their clawed hands flexing and unflexing with anticipation, waiting for their turn at your newfound role as a stud for the breeding season.

Your protests fall on deaf ears as she continues to ride you, her powerful thighs squeezing your ribcage with each thrust. "Do not struggle," she growls, slapping a clawed hand against the ground beside your head. "You belong to us now." Her other arm wraps around your chest, holding you in place as if you were no more than a ragdoll.

The rest of the deathclaws watch hungrily, their anticipation growing with each passing moment. One by one, they step forward to take their turn mounting you, their massive bodies towering over yours as they claim what they believe is rightfully theirs. You can feel your strength draining away as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving your mind reeling and your body too weak to resist any longer.

The deathclaw you've just cum in shudders violently beneath you, her entire body tense with pleasure as she climaxes as well. Her grip on your chest loosens slightly and you manage to pull a breath of air into your lungs, the cool air filling your aching lungs like a balm. "Hmm... good," she growls satisfiedly before throwing her head back with a loud, triumphant roar.

The other deathclaws continue to take their turn riding you, each more eager than the last to feel the pleasure of release and ensure that your seed will continue the legacy of your kind within them. As the ordeal continues, you begin to lose track of time, consumed by the pain and pleasure coursing through your body like an out-of-control wildfire. Your only hope now is to survive this encounter and somehow find a way back to your own kind before it's too late...

You think you're being clever, kissing her legs like that? Well, it turns out to be just what she wants. Her tail slaps against the ground again, signaling that she's ready for you inside her now. Your heart races as she takes your face in one huge paw and guides it toward her dripping wet folds. "Lick me," she demands, her voice husky with need.

Her scent is overwhelming; a mix of musk and something else that feels both primitive and intensely erotic. You close your eyes and focus on pleasing her, using every ounce of skill you have to show her how valuable you can be to them. Her hips buck against your face as she moans loudly, her claws digging painfully into the ground beside you.

Your tongue darts out to tease her sensitive flesh, and she reacts with a growl of approval. Her claws dig deeper into the ground as she leans back slightly, arching her powerful back in an attempt to grind herself harder against your face. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you continue to please her, driving her ever closer to orgasm.

Around you, the other deathclaws watch with interest, some of them even growing impatient for their turn to ride your cock. But for now, they are content to let you focus on pleasing this particular female. As she nears climax, however, the anticipation in the air grows thick enough to cut with a knife. You can feel the energy building around you, as if any moment now it might explode into a frenzied orgy of deathclaw passion.