Heart and Claw Update(and disclaimer)

2.2k words update. Sex scene 4/4. Also I feel obliged to write a disclaimer for this and the following part or two. I was on the fence considering putting/writing bestiality content (which may or may not bleed into these updates at various points) I also thought about making it top-tier only, or patron-only, but I went ahead and bit the bullet and made it a fully-fledged scene. I twisted it as much as I could with Pearl, but there's no blurring of the lines on this scene. So for those who like this sort of stuff, here you go, but don't expect much more of this kind of content, not unless someone pays me an exuberant amount of money, then I'll go ham. Anyway, disclaimer over, let's get on with some deathclaw orgy stuff.

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Cooper eyes widened as he was dragged across the uneven floor, the bright eyes of the deathclaws tracking him as the arm pulled him towards the nest. As Cooper was dragged into the darkness, he felt a fresh surge of excitement overpower his hesitance, his heart racing in both arousal and fear, the two sensations clashing wonderfully inside his chest.

He saw many pairs of clawed arms reach out when he was close, seizing his arms and torso, the pack pulling him in with the same enthusiasm they’d showed to the brahmin carcass. He recognised Matriarch was the one that had initially grabbed him, and she wasted no time in bringing her snout to his neck, subjecting him to her bawdy licks and bites as she planted her chest on top of his. Unlike Pearl, she had no hint of a bosom, her front was flat, powered with an impossible amount of muscle, lingering behind a slightly squishy layer of scale.

The weight she was planting on him was too much, he could feel his ribs bending under the strain, and Matriarch sensed this, leveraging herself on her knees so he didn’t suffocate. As she drew back, Cooper could see the other two deathclaws were already starting on removing his clothes, rolling up his sleeves and flicking off his shoes. With Matriarch straddling him, the beast so unnaturally wide and tall, it made it difficult for the rest of the pack to undress him, but they were quick to figure out a way. He held back a complaint as they brandished their wicked claws, slicing through the garments until his chest was exposed. Good thing these were just borrowed clothes.

Matriarch brought her hands to his pecs, running her claws over him and leaving red welts on his skin. The only time these things saw bare skin like his was when they were feasting, so maybe his flesh was as novel to them as their scales were to him.

He played his eyes over her powerful body as Matriarch nuzzled him. She was truly a massive beast, eleven or twelve feet or pure muscle, covered in scales that were as wide as his hand in places. He could have fit his whole body inside her stomach with room to spare, the analogy inspiring a pit of dread in his mind. She could do just that at any time she felt like it, and that kind of powerlessness made him feel oddly aroused for some reason.

Her body might have been brimming with muscle, but there was still the presence of curves that betrayed her gender, mostly in the way her hips flared out from her waist, her monstrous thighs anchored to her torso providing tantalizing orbs of flesh. Cooper wanted to run his hands over them, explore the creature’s anatomy, but his arms wouldn’t move, and he turned his head to see his left arm was being smushed between the ground and the chest of another deathclaw. It was the one that had been moving the piles of rubble before, the one that liked rubbing his hair.

He was protected from the hard ground by the bundles of sheets, but his skin was catching on the scales of the beast, drawing beads of blood, but that was a small price to pay for the sensation of being immobilized. She dragged her forked tongue up the underside of his arm, Cooper shivering as she closed in on his shoulder, nibbling at him playfully with her fangs. Not wanting to be left out, Matriarch connected her forehead to his, nuzzling him like a giant housecat, her horns clicking against her smaller counterparts as they fought for space.

He turned his burning face to his right arm, and saw it was also being manipulated, the other deathclaw laborer currently sticking his fingers into its mouth, the warm, slippery surface of its tongue coiling over each digit. His world was now one of horns and scales, and he could do nothing but kick his legs fruitlessly, and his depraved mind was savoring every moment of it. He sighed out the most embarrassing grunt he’d ever made as two serpentine tongues slithered over his sensitive neck, Matriarch pulling back to give him a concerned look, Cooper blushing even harder under her piercing gaze. When she saw he wasn’t crying out in pain, she leaned in again, this time angling her tongue towards his mouth.

Her breath was rife with the scent of carrion, and Cooper tried to turn away, but couldn’t, the other deathclaw pushing its face into one side of his neck. Matriarch’s tongue slid over the corner of his lips, surprisingly dexterous enough to peel his lips back, the beast lapping at his teeth. He couldn’t stand the rancid smell in his nose for much longer, and he sucked in a gasp through his mouth, which Matriarch immediately filled with her winding organ.

Hers wasn’t much wider than his own, but he knew the beasts tongues were long, Matriarch hovering inches above his face as she explored his mouth, lapping at the roof and inside of his cheeks, the forked tips tickling him. Her slaver dribbled down his lips as she found his tongue, their organs flicking and pushing as they fought for space. It wasn’t exactly a kiss as their mouths were too dissimilar, her fangs too large for their lips to touch, but the act was bawdy in its own right, Matriarch unleashing her animalistic desire into every lick and stroke. It was nothing at all like Pearl’s kisses, but that wasn’t a bad thing, it was so ravenous, so wrong, the feral beast holding nothing back as she made his body go limp with her unreserved attentions.

Matriarch pulled away with a wet smack, her bubbling saliva wetting his chin, Cooper making to wipe it off, quickly remembering his hands were bound by the two deathclaws, the one chewing at his fingers clutching him tightly as if sensing he wanted to escape.

Fear and anticipation swelled in his stomach as Matriarch leaned in again, Cooper suspecting she was about to subject him to another unrestrained kiss. She tilted her head at the last second, lowering her chin to look down the length of his torso, Cooper following her gaze. She’d splayed her legs out into an upside down V shape, the two looking between her massive thighs at the bulge in his pants.

She placed one of her feet on his stomach, Cooper tensing as her talons dug into his skin, and then she dragged her leg down, the belt of his pants catching on her toes, before shredding it into ribbons. She brushed away the loose fabrics with her tail, the appendage as thick as his torso where it connected to her rump, slithering over his legs like a giant serpent.

His cock twitched in anticipation as she nudged it with the tapered end of her tail, Matriarch purring in what might be arousal as she turned her creamy eyes to his now exposed privates. Like a giant tentacle, the appendage began to coil in on itself, slowly creating tightening spirals, with his dick at their center. He lurched as the base of his crotch was constricted, the Matriarch piling the rest of her tail on top of it until his member was buried in scales, with only the tip open to the cool air.

Glancing down at him, Matriarch flexed her tail, the muscles flowing like liquid. Cooper’s eyes rolled back as the coils viced over his length, the deathclaw holding the tension for a few blissful moments. As he peered up at her with lidded eyes, she squeezed him again, his genitals constricted in a prison of flesh far tighter than anything he’d experienced, human or otherwise.

Was using a tail like this some kind of foreplay for deathclaws? It translated well enough to Cooper, a kind of melting sensation washing over his body as his brain struggled to keep up with all the other sensations. One beast was licking at his vulnerable neck, another was trailing its claws up his forearm, sending tingles down his limb, while his privates were nestles in a cage of scales that slowly tightened over time. It was too much to keep track of, he felt like he would go insane if this went on for much longer.

Shuffling from near his feet drew his attention, and he blinked his eyes clear, noticing there was something drew closer from the darkness, the two white eyes betraying the presence of another packmate.

Matriarch sensed the movement shortly after, the two watching between her trunk-like legs as the runt of the pack crawled into what little light touched the nest. The short deathclaw – short for deathclaws that was – grumbled in its native tongue, her eyes locked on the conspicuous bulge nestled within Matriarch’s tail. Its owner growled back, Cooper bucking reflexively as her appendage pulled down on his groin, his foreskin peeling back to expose his pink glans.

Crawling on her belly, the runt moved closer, placing a hand on his foot as the beast positioned between his legs, her tail drawing wide arcs behind her. He mumbled out a warning that she should be careful with her teeth, as it was obvious enough what she was planning to do, but he wasn’t sure if she understood. He’d find out in a few moments, he guessed.

With only the head of cock visible above the coils of Matriarch’s tail, there wasn’t much else for the runt to put her attentions towards. She positioned her head above his length, the way she peered up at him making Cooper’s heart flutter, then parted her chops slightly, lowering down until her scaly lips pursed over his tip.

Unable to hold it back, he groaned into Matriarch’s face, shocks of electricity travelling up his body as the runt swirled her tongue over his sensitive underside. The runt’s forked tongue made it feel like there were twothin, long tongues drawing shapes over his length, one of them dragging over the rib of his head on its way down, the other making lazy circles over the tip, spreading a bead of his leaking excitement over his flesh.

Her efforts were clumsy, whether from inexperience or because he was human he couldn’t say, but what he could be certain of was that Matriarch’s tail was getting in her way, the runt trying and failing to part the muscular coils so she could access the rest of him. Her frustrations were his benefit, however, Matriarch tensing her tail in random intervals when Cooper least expected it, her appendage as hard as rubber as it squeezed down on his base, the resulting pressure far tighter than Pearl’s loins had been.

The tension of the binding tail contrasted beautifully against the soft, pliant texture of the runt’s tongue, Cooper twisting impotently beneath the pounds of scaly flesh sitting on his limbs. The runt hissed and growled around his length, whter that was speech or sounds of pleasure he couldn’t tell, the sudden rush of air making his rod twitch in her mouth, the Matriarch growling in reply. It seemed they were indeed talking, maybe arguing over something.

With an air of reluctance, the tail wound away like an untying rope, still leaving his base viced in muscle, but allowing the runt to play with roughly half of his pulsing cock. She parted her chops wider, her two front teeth coincidently the perfect width apart to allow his member to slide between them, the runt squashing his glans into the roof of her mouth. She swirled her agile tongue around him, his powerful reactions telling her she was pressing all the right buttons, covering his erection is a sticky layer of her saliva as she rolled him inside her gullet.

The little gasps she made around his length made his brain fizzle out, the sounds trailing out into purrs and grumbles that might have been dirty-talk in deathclaw-speech. His hips bucked, his body seeking out more of the stimulation, only managing to plunge a few precious inches deeper into her hot mouth before the tail around his base stopped him, pressing down on his waist like a piece of rebar come to life. Whatever her reasoning, the Matriarch wanted to keep him and her tail in place.

His movements encouraged the runt to start taking him deeper, his glans brushing the beginnings of her throat as she swallowed what little of him was exposed, before gently lifting her head up, doting on his head with sucks and nibbles. Cooper curled his toes as she dragged her chops back down his length again, her front teeth acting like stroking fingers as she went, the sounds of her sucking growing louder as she started to work up a slow rhythm.

He tossed his head back, scrunching his eyes shut as her warm, salivating maw drew up and down his shaft, the accompanying tail wriggling over his base like a snake securing its coiled pray. He felt something tap on his right arm, and he slowly opened his eyes, seeing that the deathclaw nibbling at his fingers was trying to get his attention.

Cooper was too overwhelmed to form a question, so he just raised a brow, the deathclaw responding by shifting on the spot until it was resting on its thorny knees. It grabbed at his wrist with its clawed hands, slowly lowering his limb down between her parted thighs.

It was hard to concentrate with his cock surrounded by a prison of hot scales, but he caught a glimpse of something pink in the beast’s nether regions. He blinked through his haze, and found that it was a set of lips where he’d expect genitals to be, but it was not quite the same as what he was used to seeing, the deathclaw angling her waist up to expose more of her alien womanhood.