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Heart and Claw Update (disclaimer pt2)
🕑 Added 2023-11-27 04:30:09 +0000 UTC2k words. Same disclaimer as last post applies here, read at your own peril.
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Where Peal’s loins had been a more familiar, slitted entrance, this one was instead a set of three conjoined stretches of skin, forming a triangular entrance of flawless flesh, centered by a swollen bud. Outwardly it was strange, oddly shaped, but the same principles must apply given the context.
The deathclaw placed his hand on its crotch, his curiosity getting the better of him as he ran a thumb over the triangle of miniscule scales surrounding her entrance. The flesh here was so soft it might as well have been skin, a distinctly squelching sound reaching his ears as he pried the sides of her cloaca apart, the deathclaw trembling above him as he opened her up.
A forest of tiny nodules lined the walls just inside the opening, the pink flesh wriggling like dozens of tiny tongues, Cooper’s heartbeat thumping harder as he watched the strange sight. He swallowed a lump in his throat as the deathclaw guided him closer, enclosing his digits in a fist and giving them a tug, the unspoken implication not lost on him. He was surrendering himself to the most perverted of taboos, and while he was disgusted with himself, his mind was tingling at the prospect at what kind of pleasure would result from such debauchery.
Steeling himself, pushed his fingers into her twitching opening, the tiny nodules gliding against his skin, slippery and wet. He went up to the first knuckle without any resistance, the giant feral wetting her chops with her tongue as he expanded her insides. When the width of his hand stopped his progress, the deathclaw flexed her core, her soft walls clamping down tightly, the flowing muscles pulling him deeper than he thought would be possible. Something slimy washed down the sides of his fingers, the layer of juices adding another layer to an already slimy passage.
Once his fingers had disappeared inside her, the deathclaw removed her hand, turning her legs out spread-eagled, squashing his submerged hand between the nest and her genitals, purring through her chops as he curled his fingers inside of her. His member twitched violently, though whether that was because of the one giving him head, or the thought of sheathing his member inside this giant, feral passage, it was hard to say.
She drew a circle of eight with her hips, Cooper faltering as her opening stretched even further, her triangular lips swallowing his palm,the deathclaw growling and purring until he was submerged up to the wrist. He was afraid that even the slightest movement might tear her apart like tissue paper, but her passage seemed incredibly stretchy, and she showed no signs of discomfort as she bucked her hips, impaling herself on his hand.
Her insides maintained a cruel tightness, Cooper just able to ball his hand into a fist, those tiny papillae brushing him from all angles. Her rumbles slowly grew in pitch, separated by distinct pauses. Perhaps she was telling him to move more or go faster, his fears of hurting her ebbing away as he made random gestures inside her, her walls clinging to him like a glove that had come to life, always sliding and moving, fluids clinging his fingers together, as sticky as glue.
As he tried to focus on finding the beast’s weak spot, Cooper could feel his limit approaching, distracting him. The pleasure surrounding his loins was reaching a fever pitch, the runt going up and down his shaft with almost no friction, the way her teeth sometimes touched his length catching him off guard. Everyone was growling, scaly limbs and ivory teeth catching the light as the pack squirmed around him, Cooper too distracted by his nearing climax to track what each member of the pack was doing to him, only aware that he was being subjected to pleasures no human should be in a position to receive.
An ache began to grow in his core, and he tried to thrust into the runt’s mouth, but Matriarch’s weight on his stomach stopped him. He couldn’t see with all the scales and flesh in the way, but he could feel the runt slide all the way down him, sensing his nearing limit. He felt the chops seal around the halfway mark of his length, one last doting lick on his underside sending him toppling over the edge.
His cock shook violently, and Cooper opened his mouth to gasp, but instead, all that came out was a pained grunt. Matriarch’s tail, which had been cushioned up around his length up till now, suddenly tightened its hold on him, squashing his sack against his thighs, the pudgy muscles clenching around his base, closing off the floodgates against his rising climax.
The runt grumbled around his cock, the tone implying she was just as frustrated as he was, swirling her tongue around him again to try and elicit his release. Matriarch’s tail was too tightly wound for that to happen, Cooper glancing up at her with a pleading expression on his face. He was teetering on the edge, frustration and arousal blending into an amplified disappointment as she continued to deny his climax.
Her cream-coloured eyes blinked, and then she growled out something, Cooper lurching as the runt’s scaly lips separated from his member, lifting her face clear to leave him covered in cold saliva. He wanted nothing more than to urge her to continue her blowjob and bring him to completion, but he could already feel himself cooling down, his release inching away to leave him warm, giddy, and frustrated at the same time.
The massive beast rose off his chest, her tail still noosed tightly around his erection like she was keeping it hostage, the Matriarch hunching over him as she turned around, exchanging a few words with the runt. After snapping her chops at the smaller deathclaw, the runt backed off, slinking into the shadows until only its eyes were visible.
Matriarch turned around, her thick tail round one of her legs as she put her back to Cooper, angling her head towards his crotch. Was she going to finish him off instead? It was hard to focus with one hand clad in a deathclaw’s snatch, with its counterpart biting at his neck and shoulder, but he’d felt like he’d go crazy if this teasing didn’t end.
“Alright that’s it,” Pearl said from somewhere behind him, Cooper trying to turn his head to look at her, but the deathclaw nipping at his neck got in the way. “I can’t take this anymore, I’m getting in there.”
The pack looked up as Pearl shuffled closer, Cooper watching as two pale hands gripped him by his armpits. “Outta the way,” Pearl chimed, the Matriarch hauling a giant leg off Cooper as he was hauled back and then up. “Momma Pearl’s coming through, make room.”
What felt like a mountain of scales slid beneath his rump, Cooper finding himself right in Pearl’s lap as she shimmied behind him, the inside of her legs touching his knees as she wrapped herself around him, her bosom making for an admirable pillow for him to lean back on. The two laborers still had his hands in their grasp, and they returned back to what they were doing once Pearl was settled in, the one he was currently fisting encouraging him to keep up his efforts by growling at him.
“There we go,” Pearl said, crossing her arms around his chest, smothering him like she was a giant child clutching a favourite toy. “Hey there Coops, miss me?”
He answered by using his free hand to angle her head down, delivering an upside-down kiss, Pearl moaning into his mouth as their lips joined. He preferred this kind of contact as opposed to Matriarch’s assault on his mouth, every stroke of Pearl’s tongue measured, his companion intimately aware of his limits and tells, his desire for her burning in his heart as their kiss dragged on into the better part of a minute.
They parted with a delicate pop, Pearl parting her lips in a silent sigh, her pink scales shining as she shifted to get comfortable in her half-reclined position.
“Good answer,” she chuckled, her tone turning sly as she glanced over him. “Should probably stop distracting you, though, someone else is about to take their fill of you.”
He followed her gaze, seeing that the Matriarch was lifting her tail, her hungry eyes peering back at him over her shoulder. Only now did she decide to uncoil her tail from around his manhood, a part of Cooper still able to feel the tightness sensation seconds after it was removed. Her entrance was similar to the one he was palm-deep inside of, although the triangular lips were a lot wider, a bead of liquid excitement dropping from the flexing bud between them. She lowered her hips to his, her quivering cloaca clinging to his glans like a film as their genitals touched. She held that position for a few moments, circling her waist as though teasing herself, Cooper’s breaths coming in hard and fast as she kept him waiting.
“You know,” he began, his voice attracting the gaze of every deathclaw present. “This isn’t quite how I imagined my first four… uh, fivesome to go.”
Pearl chuckled into his hair, her tongue slipping out to wet his earlobe. “Then, we’ll just have to make a good first impression, won’t we?”
“Think you already sorted that out, Pearl,” he replied.
“Second-wind, then.”
The Matriarch finally relented, a ring of pressure building over his glans as she pressed down, the resistance giving way to a popping sensation. Her hips touched his with a ripple of wet noises as her walls sealed around him, Cooper lurching in Pearl’s arms as he was hilted in one go, waves of pleasure making his eyes glaze over.
She wasn’t as tight as the one he was currently wrist-deep inside of, nor as much as Pearl had been, due to her exaggerated size and build, but that didn’t mean it felt bad. Her smooth walls contracted around him like malleable pillows, the soft, almost gentle way they pulsed up and down his length a welcome reprieve from the tight hold of her tail.
The Matriarch hissed, her massive body shuddering as she got used to his human organ, which should be nowhere near her feral loins. He winced as she started to rise off his shaft, her lips peeling back until only his glans were encompassed in her velvet-soft folds. She waited, placing a hand on a knee, and then came down hard, hilting him with enough force that Cooper could feel the hard ground below the sheets.
He tossed his head back, making an unmanly sound as the giant beast repeated the motion, gaining a little more speed each time she brought her hips to his. Pearl peered down at him, her chin on his hair as she laughed at his expressions, her eyes occasionally flicking to watch his rod slide out of Matriarch’s alien loins.
“Making a lot of cute noises today, Coops,” Pearl cooed, leaning down to press her cheek against his blushing face. She joined the other beast that was sampling his hair, the two creatures butting heads as they fought for space, Cooper getting the feeling Pearl was play-fighting her packmate. There was so much movement, both his right hand and his cock wedged inside deathclaw womanhood’s, his left side encompassed in Pearl and the laborers scales as they fought to taste his flesh, and his bed was currently one of scales and thorns. Only his face was free to the air, which was slowly filling with the scent of animal lovemaking as the sordid encounter progressed.
His mind was an unfocused mess of sensations, but the wet slaps as the Matriarch bounced on his cock reminded him of his dissolute choice to experience this forbidden pleasure. He should be disgusted, and he was, but he was also… excited. These creatures could rut like animals, because they were animals, and they could sate his most darkest desires, subject him to pleasures and pure, raw carnality, all at the cost of his moral fiber. And each time his shaft was swallowed by Matriarch’s scaley lips, his tip glancing her most intimate reaches, the prospect became a little more appealing.
He let himself melt into this scaly prison that had surrounded him, not that he had much of a choice anyway, but letting the pleasure take over his faculties somehow made the experience better. Pearl continued to cradle him from behind, her bout with the packmate ending in a compromise, with Pearl taking his right shoulder, and the deathclaw having the left, Cooper’s eyes widening and closing as they licked at his skin, the occasional bite making his cock throb inside Matriarch’s passage, the giant creature rumbling in approval far above him.
