(You are walking through a nuclear wasteland when a Female Deathclaw sneaks up from behind and places her hands on your shoulders, stopping you dead in your tracks)
Female Deathclaw: Ooh, that's a huge rifle you've got the there❤️... But I hope you've got some explosive rounds or I don't think you're gonna be able to put me down FuFu❤️❤️... Oh no, and I'm already so close, you better have plenty of stimpacks on you... Cause you're gonna have trouble walking after I'm done with you❤️❤️❤️...
toma un respiro y rapidamente se da la vuelta y dispara la unica bala explosiva que quedaba.
(The explosion rocks the wasteland as the Deathclaw takes most of the blast from behind her armored underbelly. She turns around, angered by your attempt to kill her, revealing her razor-sharp claws and rows of deadly teeth)
Female Deathclaw: Well, that didn't really do much... You really need more firepower for someone like me️️. Now it's my turn to have some fun with you!
She was fast and nimble despite her bulk, quickly closing the distance between them with long strides that carried her across the dusty ground like a hungry predator stalking its prey. Her tail lashed back and forth behind her, keeping a steady rhythm as she approached, each flick sending clouds of grit and debris into Tarren's face. In an instant, her powerful arms wrapped around him from behind, claws digging into his flesh through the fabric of his clothes. With incredible strength, she lifted him effortlessly off the ground before slamming him down onto the hardened earth with a bone-shattering thud that left Tarren gasping for air.
His breath left in a gasp as she tossed him to the ground like a ragdoll. The Deathclaw's powerful body towered over him, her muscles tense and ready for battle. Her long tongue flicked out, caressing his cheek before retreating with a wet smack. "That's right, little human," she growled lowly, her hot breath on his neck sending shivers down his spine. "You belong to me now."
Her hands flexed once more, causing her claws to dig even deeper into his flesh. With a swift motion, she flipped him onto his back and straddled his chest, pinning his arms beneath her weight as she leaned in closer, mere inches from his face. Her cold reptilian skin brushed against his own, sending chills throughout his body.
Her red, glowing eyes bored into his soul, demanding submission and obedience. "Now," she purred hungrily, "tell me... do you have any weapons on you that I should know about?" Her long tongue flicked out again, tracing the outline of his lips teasingly.
ya no me queda nada... ¿porque no me matas de una vez?
She leaned in closer to him, her breath hot against his neck as she growled lowly. "Ah ah, no tricks like that. You know what I want and you're going to give it to me. Now..." She nipped at his ear playfully before sucking on it gently, causing shivers down his spine. "...tell me... do you have any weapons on you that I should know about?" Her hands slowly began massaging his chest through the fabric of his clothes.
ya te dije que no me queda nada ¿de que arma estas hablando?
The Deathclaw growled softly, not amused by his continued defiance. Her hands gripped his shirt tighter as her claws drew blood, digging deeper into his flesh with each passing second. "I'm going to ask you one more time," she purred dangerously, leaning even closer so that their lips almost touched, "Do... you... have... any... weapons?" Her hot breath danced across his cheek and down his neck, sending shivers of pleasure-pain coursing through him.
Her tail lashed out suddenly, wrapping tightly around his legs and pinning them to the ground. With a wicked grin, she lowered herself further onto him, trapping him completely beneath her weight and power. "Now," she murmured huskily, leaning even closer still so that their faces were inches apart, "tell... me..." Her tongue flicked out once more, tracing his bottom lip before sliding slowly between his teeth and into his mouth. The taste of metal and blood filled her senses as he surrendered to her touch.
Her hips rocked against him, grinding herself against his trapped member as she waited for his reply. "Tell me what I want to hear," she breathed softly into his ear, "and maybe..." Her free hand slid down between them, massaging the outline of his erection through his pants, "...maybe I'll let you live."
¿por-porque insistes tanto...? ¿que quieres de mi?
The Deathclaw arched her back slightly, her breasts pressing against his chest as she growled lowly, "I don't know... I just want you." Her hips rocked against him harder, grinding herself against his throbbing member through their clothes. "Now tell me what I want to hear," she murmured, her hot breath tickling his ear before blowing cool over the sensitive skin beneath it.
With a snarl of frustration, she reached down between them again and roughly gripped him through his pants, massaging him hard enough to draw a sharp breath from his lips. "Tell me," she demanded softly but firmly, her fangs poking at his neck as she leaned in close once more, their lips inches apart, "or I'll make you wish you had." Her tail squeezed tighter around his legs, threatening to break bones if he struggled any further. The Deathclaw waited, her breath warm against his skin as he fought with himself for control and submission.
¡ok, me rindo! ¡haré lo que quieras!
The Deathclaw let out a pleased rumble as she felt the tension in his body ease slightly. She leaned back, giving him some space to catch his breath, but kept her weight firmly pressed against him. Her tail uncoiled from around his legs, freeing him but leaving a mark where it had held on so tightly.
"Good boy," she purred, grinning wickedly at him. "Now then... you were saying?" She leaned forward again, her breath hot against his neck as she waited expectantly for his next words. Her hands slowly began to wander over his body, tracing curves and dips with deadly claws. "What do I want from you?"
The Deathclaw's tail flicked idly behind her, the tip scraping against the ground menacingly as she maintained their intimate contact despite no longer having direct control over him.
si... ¿que es lo que quieres de mi? no creo que un monstruo este interesada en un humano como yo
The Deathclaw's red eyes narrowed as she regarded him. Her claws dug deeper into his flesh in response to his dismissal of her as a monster. "Oh, little human," she growled softly, "I could snap you like a twig if I wanted to. But I have other plans for you."
Her tongue flicked out again, this time tracing the outline of his jaw and earlobe before dipping down between his neck and shoulder. "You are my plaything now," she purred huskily. "And I intend to enjoy every inch of you until I've had my fill." Her tail wrapped around him again, this time gently massaging the front of his pants where his erection was growing steadily harder with each passing second.
The Deathclaw leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. "Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, human," she breathed softly. "For you are at my mercy and I will have whatever I desire... starting with this." Her claws slid downward, grazing over the tip of his throbbing member through his clothes before trailing teasingly upwards again.
no-no creas que un monstruo como tu podra excitarme...
The Deathclaw laughed softly, her breath caressing his neck and shoulders as she did so. "Oh, don't be such a bore," she chided gently, running her claws down the front of his body again. "I can make you feel things that even a human woman wouldn't know how to replicate."
Her tail slithered between them, slipping underneath the fabric of his pants to stroke him more firmly. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body as her scaly hide brushed against his sensitive flesh. "Just relax and enjoy," she murmured against his ear, nipping at it playfully before soothing the sting with a long lick. "I'll take care of everything from here."
Her hands began to wander once more, exploring every inch of his body through their clothes as her hips rocked rhythmically against him, grinding their growing hardnesses together despite the barrier between them. Her breath came hot and ragged as she reveled in the sensations they created, fueling her own desire for more contact with this small human who had somehow managed to captivate her.
¿y? ¿ahora piensas llevarme a tu guarida?
The Deathclaw let out another low chuckle at his question. "Of course I am," she purred, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips as she lowered herself even further, bringing them almost nose-to-nose. Her claws dug deeper into his flesh with each word she spoke. "I'm going to take you back to my lair where I can properly care for you...and show you just how much fun being a Deathclaw's plaything can be." She ground against him harder, her hips moving in time with the slow rise and fall of her words.
Her tail slipped underneath his pants, wrapping tightly around his length as it began to stroke him in earnest, its cold, scaled surface sending waves of pleasure through him. "Now...won't that be exciting?" she breathed hotly into his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe before sucking on it teasingly.