Heart and Claw Update

3.3k words. Sex scene 3/4, part 1/2(?) 

“That wasn’t a warning, Coops, you can touch me all you want…”

Her verbal permission emboldened him, Cooper settling his palms on her pinched waist, Pearl mirroring his movements as she continued her massage. He’d felt her up before, he knew her quite intimately after their encounter in the pool, so why was he suddenly delighting in the way she looked and felt, and apologizing for doing so?

His outlook on her was changing, and not just visually. His heartbeat was rising, a knot that wasn’t a result of tense muscles welling in his chest. He couldn’t be developing… feelings for her, could he? Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight, her scent was distracting him, her deft hand movements more so, his thoughts turning to mush alongside his muscles. She’d been teasing and goading him for days, was he finally starting to crack?

No. They were just friends, he couldn’t fall for a deathclaw, could he? That was ridiculous. Yet a part of his mind nagged him that he was the one being ridiculous.

With their torsos connected, it was impossible for him to hide the growing erection pressing into the fabric of his pants, Cooper blushing as Pearl let out a surprised gasp.

“Hang on a tick, someone’s getting ready,” she said in delight, her flippant words worming into his head as she leaned down, licking at his ear with her forked tongue. “What say you and I fool around a little? A reward for a long day’s work? I’ve recovered after our last session…”

His body was betraying his thoughts, quivering in her embrace as she mouthed at his ear and rubbed his shoulders. If he’d been told a week ago that he’d get a hard on for an apex predator of the Wasteland, he’d have shot the speaker dead, but now here he was, with his aching member pressed so very close to her nethers, with only the layer of his pants keeping them apart. They’d been at it twice now, but something about going again felt… different, more personal.

It was just his needs, he told himself. He’d had his dick in his pants for months, and here was someone who was willing to sate his desires, that was all. They were just fooling around, like she’d said, nothing more than that.

“You got that deep think look on your face,” Pearl whispered, winding her neck around so that their foreheads touched. “Just go with it, don’t think about it so much.”

His resolve crumbled, and he brought his mouth to hers, chewing on her lower lip and leaving a gentle kiss. He made to pull away, but Pearl’s hand on the back of his head stopped him, the deathclaw tilting her head as she reciprocated.

Her teeth made things a little awkward, but they made it work, their tongues intwining as they pawed at each other, Cooper taking her by her slim waist while she draped her arms over his shoulders. They’d kissed once before, but Cooper had been drunk on afterglow at the time, and it had been hasty and clumsy. This time was different. He made every stroke of his tongue deliberate, wrangling as best he could with her forked tongue, his companion moaning into his throat as he stroked at the insides of her cheeks. There was no way he’d be able to compete against her dexterous tongue, but Pearl reared back, intentionally letting him dictate their pace, no doubt enjoying the way he expressed his denied affection to her.

He kissed her until his lungs burned for air, pulling back with a sigh, watching as a string of their drool draped over his lap. He looked up at Pearl’s face, noting that her eyes were facing two different directions, the sight eliciting a chuckle from him.

“You okay Pearl?” he asked. She blinked her eyes back into focus, her amber gaze piercing him with a fresh fire.

“Clothes off, little hunter,” she demanded.

Cooper stood up and obeyed without a word, Pearl running her covetous eyes across his body as he disrobed. As soon as his pants were gone and his member bounced free, Pearl set her hands upon it, clenching his erection in a fist and giving him a single pump. His reaction was immediate, his face contorting as her wonderfully soft palms caressed his sensitive flesh.

“I could make you come all over my face again,” Pearl began, giggling as he thrust his hips into her hand. “But I want to take things all the way this time, if you’re up for it, of course.”

He wasn’t some fresh-faced kid, he knew what she was implying, and he wanted it. What did that make of him, exactly? He should be ashamed for even entertaining the thought, let alone desiring it. Then again, he’d already had a face full of deathclaw cum just this morning. He was already balls deep, as one of his old friends used to say, what would be the point of backing down now? He wanted to deny her request, to put a stop to this, yet when he opened his mouth, an entirely different reply came out.

“Y-Yeah,” he said, Pearl smirking as she rewarded him with another pump, his peeling foreskin sending a harsh shock up his spine.

“That’s all you have to say? ‘Yeah’? Ah well, I’m sure I can find something elseto use your tongue for. On the chair or in the nest?” she asked, ever the blunt deathclaw.

“Nest,” he said, much against his delight of feeling her fingers act like ribs against his shaft. She teased him by pulling away ever so slowly, drawing a circle on his glans with the pad of her thumb, his mind running circles as she made her movements slow, sensual.

“Good idea, might break our only chair once we get crazy.”

She rose to her feet, the way she towered over him stirring up butterflies in his stomach. Pearl copped a shameless handful of his rump as she turned him towards the nest, her other hand reaching back to pluck her robe off the desk. Even after his admission, she still wanted to keep his mind at ease by concealing herself. She was driving him crazy.

“Leave it,” he said. “I… want to see you. All of you.”

His words came out a little more heartfelt than he wanted, Pearl giving him a radiant smile as she dropped her cloak, following him across the room. He took a seat at the foot of the sheets, Pearl following suit and rolling onto her side, leaning her head on a hand as she looked expectantly at him.

“So… how do we start this?” he asked, at a loss now that they were here. Pearl giggled, which went some way of defusing the tension.

“You know I’m a sucker for foreplay,” she said. “but we can cut to the chase if you’re ready. You look ready,” she added, nodding at his aching junk. He wanted nothing more than to plunge his member between her legs and rut, but would Pearl enjoy that? Undoubtedly, part of him thought, but he felt oddly obliged to see to her needs.

He shimmied down the sheets, Pearl’s tail flicking behind her as he kneeled by her waist. He placed a hand on her scaley leg, encouraging her to lift it up, a fresh wave of her scent hitting him in the face as she exposed her womanhood.

Her underbelly scales shifted from pink to white as she caught the glow from the lightbulb, her flesh becoming more blushed as they reached her nether regions. Her exaggerated lips were swollen with excitement, Cooper resting a hand on her soft thigh as he leaned closer. Her scent was rich and spicy, and he found himself magnetized to her vulva, planting a kiss on her upper lip.

He glanced to his left, Pearl’s glowing eyes watching him explore her loins, one particular lash of his tongue making her arm slip out from beneath her head. She caught herself before she tumbled back, flashing him a sheepish grin. “Y’know, this isn’t what I m-meant when I said all the way, but don’t stop. Kiss me a little higher there… yeah just… just like that.”

Her eyes swapped between lidding and opening as he mouthed at the pleated folds of her sex, the deathclaw letting slip a little gasp as he glanced her sweet spot, the sound so unbecoming of a ten-foot killing machine.

“You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been gone down on like this,” Pearl said, her raised leg kicking out as he used his thumb to pry her entrance apart so he could better access her tunnel. “And twice in a day too! What a spoiled girl I am.”

Her clawed toes curled as he stroked her from one end of her labia to the other, his face quickly becoming a mess of her sordid juices, but he paid it no mind. He groped at her thighs and ass as he worked, the coin-sized scales on her inner thighs providing a wonderful texture to his roaming fingers.

Something long and chubby wound over his neck, Cooper’s alarm quickly subsiding when he noticed it was her tail, its pudgy length deforming over his flesh as it tightened over his throat, not hard enough to cut off air, but enough to keep him pinned to her nethers, as if he even wanted to pull away. Her taste was intoxicating, making him energetic as though he’d just inhaled a shot of Jet.

He brought up a finger, brushing it over the smooth surface of her clitoris, the deathclaw gyrating her hips in response. He kissed it like he would to her mouth, nursing the marble-sized protrusion between his lips, daring to bite down on it a little with his teeth.

Suddenly, the tail seized around his shoulders like a noose, and he found himself thrown on his back against the nest, his chin dribbling with saliva and her nectar. He blinked over at his companion, who faltered as she clambered to her knees.

“That’s it,” she said with an air of finality. “If I let you keep going you’ll knock me out again. I need you, Cooper, I need you so bad…”

She crawled towards him on all fours, the memory of her dashing on all fours after he’d shot her flashing through his mind, her gaze just as predatory as it had been then. Cooper wasn’t afraid of her anymore, and when she made to straddle him, he seized her shoulder, Pearl yelping in surprise as he rolled her onto her back, the deathclaw too surprised to resist.

“Little Cooper wants to be on top, eh?” she asked, her forked tongue arching out to wet her lips. “You do know you weigh as much as a toy to me, right? Could throw you off whenever I wanted.”

“Then you’ll just have to entertain me, won’t you?” he asked back. Her grin grew even more predatory, but she didn’t move, so he shuffled down her long body, kneeling between her outstretched legs so that their waists lined up.

He gripped his shaft in a hand, angling it towards her dripping vulva. His knees were planted on either side of her fat tail, the inside of her legs brushing his ankles as she laid back. His glans brushed up and down between her smooth lips, the heat she radiated baking his length. Pearl shivered beneath him, taking fistfuls of the blankets in her claws as he drew shapes on her puffy entrance.

“Stop teasing me already!” Pearl whined. “It’s a bad idea to get between a deathclaw and her food, you know.”

“Food?” he echoed.

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

Cooper finally relented, taking in a breath, and then thrusting his hips forward. There was an angry circle of resistance as he opened her up, and then he broke through, entering her with a loud squelch of flesh.

Pearl threw her head back, loosing something between a groan and a hiss as her roiling walls welcomed his glans. He’d expected her vent to be a little looser than what he was used to, but there was a wonderful tightness to her silky passage, her walls sealing around his length with all the tightness of a fist, her powerful pelvic muscles helping to constrict her passage.

As colourful as Pearl’s reaction to their coupling was, Cooper faired no better, doubling over as her fleshy walls embraced him, her lips flexing around his base as he hilted inside her. He groaned into her soft belly as every bristle of muscle lining her walls, began to stroke the sides of his shaft with their velutinous flesh. He’d compared them to tongues before, and the description was apt, his length melting into her delicate folds as the overpowering sensations assaulted him.

“Sh-Shiiit,” Pearl moaned. “That vein on the top of your dick, was that always there? It’s pressing right up against my… oooohboy…”

Cooper planted his hands on either side of her torso, the soft sheets of the nest protecting him from the hard floor. He could feel her pelvic muscles flexing beneath him, her passage squeezing around his length even tighter, the little nodules lining her vagina spiraling around him as he throbbed in response.

Part of him was almost too afraid to move, but he leveraged his knees and gently slid his member out of her, exposing his length to the air until only his glans were still gripped by her hot walls. Pulling took more effort than he realised, a dizzying pressure clinging to his length as part of her flesh followed him out of her entrance. Pearl growled again as he plunged back in, impaling her, the flesh on her thighs rippling as their hips clapped together.

“Ah, oh wow!” Pearl gasped. “Feels like you’re s-splitting me right down the miiiidleohthatstheticket.”

Pearl was constantly moving, wriggling beneath him as though she was pinned under his weight, even though she said herself he wighed practically nothing to her. He took her hips into his hands for purchase, once more leveraging his length out of her constricting depths. “You’d think I’d be ready for how big it is,” she continued. “it was in my face the other day! But seems like it’s just, don’t know, grown. What do you think?”

Cooper didn’t answer, gritting his teeth as the rings of muscle lining her vent ribbed across his cock, squeezing in random intervals and sending sparks of pleasure up his back. A part of him almost dreaded each time he had to drive himself back into her passage, the overwhelming sensations of her reptilian entrance sliding over his shaft making him pull embarrassing faces. She was never meant to take a human dick, but the difference in anatomy brought a whole new world of sensation to the both of them, and Cooper felt a guilty sense of excitement at the fact.

Her pressure points were different, the shape of her vent unorthodox, Cooper feeling like he was fucking an alien. He found a slow rhythm, Pearl’s doughy thighs quivering with each thrust, her hands clutching at her horns as he spread her insides apart. Each time his balls slapped against her cheeks, a subtle ridge in her mound grew, her scales bulging, then contracting as he filled her narrow tunnel. Maybe he really had grown if he could bulge her like that.

The rings of muscle inside her loins were tough, but the fleshy nodules between them were soft, the two sensations contrasting wonderfully as her wet passage massaged him from tip to shaft. He had to fight back the sudden urge to release, the novel sensations were starting to overwhelm his faculties, but he didn’t want this to end so soon, if ever.

“You can get so deep like this,” she muttered. “Deep with three ‘e’s, but I think we can go a little deeper-er.”

She hooked her legs over his back, her powerful thighs flexing as she pulled him into her, harder than Cooper could have managed under his own power. Her unnaturally strong walls milked him as he buried inside her, his tip reaching the narrowest reaches of her cunt. It was hard to tell over the flexing walls that encircled him, but he was sure he felt his glans rub over something hard and slimy before he pulled back, his eyes glazing over as she used her legs to thrust him all the way inside again, her copious juices making their coupling slick and sweet.

“That’s my egg clutch you’re feeling,” Pearl whispered, her sordid words laced with desire. “Deathclaw dicks can reach them easy cause they’re long and thin, like pencils, but yours is so frickin wide I can’t even…”

She increased their pace a little, the thought that he was pressing up against her eggs making his length shake, his thoughts a mess as he once again slathered his glans over an egg. Needing to find something to distract himself, his gaze turned towards her bosom. Two deposits of fat gave the illusion of a pair of breasts, but her chest was more like that of a weightlifter, lean and developed pectorals outlined by more pink, sparkling scales. He felt compelled to touch her there, but without nipples he wasn’t sure how to start.

Trying to focus on keeping his hips steady, he reached up and placed a palm on her left bosom. Blubber rose up from the scales to greet his questing fingers, but below that was iron muscles, shifting like cables when he dug his digits into her scaley flesh, the more sensitive tissue making Pearl moan appreciatively.

“Gotta admit,” Pearl began, purring under her breath as he smothered his face in her cleavage, her rich scent filling his nose. “Thought you might back off before we could mate, but it looks like you’ve finally come round.”

He answered by mouthing at where a nipple would be on a woman, Pearl chuckling as she wrapped her arms over his head, burying his face in her copious bust. With his vision blocked with scales, and his lower body wrapped in her legs and nethers, his world was now one of Pearl’s pretty scales, the colours shifting from white to pink as the light played over them. His hips pistoned in and out of her, his eyes glazing as they writhed against each other, her warm walls welcoming him with every flex of her legs, Cooper surfacing from it when Pearl started to ramble on again.

“I don’t think any ‘claw has ever even thought of a position like this,” she said. “Most of us take it from behind, mutt-style I think it’s called? Do humans prefer that? I used to have this lovemaking book years ago with all these different positions but it doesn’t really work with deathclaws, all the thorns and spikes make most of them impractical. Can’t remember what thisposition was called. Mission-something? Missionary! How do you like being a missionary Cooper?”

He patted her arm, and she allowed him to lift his face off her chest. He gave her the best glare he could manage with his dick sheathed in her satin-soft flesh, Pearl shrugging a question at him.

“You gotta shut up, Pearl,” he said, and Pearl replied with a dramatic gasp.

“W-What? It’s just a question, don’t humans talk when they ma-”

He didn’t let her finish, interrupting her as he shoved her tongue between her parted chops, her slimy organ wrestling with his own. She cupped the back of his head in a hand, pouring her affection into every stroke, neither of them holding back as they moaned into each other. Cooper sank into her scaley body as she filled his mouth to capacity, his eyes watering as she momentarily suffocated him with her organ. She must have gone a solid minute as she stroked his palate, ensuring that she piled just enough of her tongue inside that he could take, pulling away with a smack and beaming down at him.

“Fine,” she began. “I’ll use my mouth for… other stuff.”