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Heart and Claw
🕑 Added 2023-11-09 04:01:44 +0000 UTC3.8k words. Sex scene 1/?
“Good boy. You just relax, and let me do all the work…”
He felt her face leave his neck, Cooper turning his head to watch as Pearl delved into the sheets, the light so dim he could only see her glowing eyes. She blinked one in a suggestive wink, and then she pulled the covers over herself, the fabrics tenting over her thorny backside.
He felt one of her long legs swing over him, his shins trapped from both sides by scaley flesh as she sat on his knees, the hump she created in the nest positioning over his waist. He felt her raise the hem of his shirt, bundling it up by his shoulders as Cooper watched the blankets curiously, his body undecided on whether to try and escape or not.
He gasped in surprise as he felt her tongue slide across his chest, the smooth organ tickling him as it traced the underside of his pectorals. It felt like it was tapered into two points, like a serpents, each one stroking independently of the other. Her tongue was dripping wet, her sticky saliva clinging to his skin in ropes, Cooper lurching when she brushed it over one of his nipples, lapping at it for a moment before moving onto the other.
With Pearl hidden beneath the nest covers, his world was now one of touch and sound, the squelching noise of her lapping tongue filling the room as she roamed lower, coating his abs in a slippery sheen as she continued to sample him.
He froze his squirming as he felt her sharp claws on his chest, afraid that even the slightest move might impale him on her vicious weapons. She ran them down his skin, not hard enough to pierce the skin, but enough to leave stinging red welts in their wake, shivers of pleasure dancing up his spine as she repeated the gesture, drawling lines from his belly to this chest. The fear that she might slice him up if she applied just a little more pressure was driving him crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to stop, he’d just have to trust she would keep his limits in mind.
He gripped fistfuls of the sheets as she left a lingering kiss on his stomach, slipping her tongue into his belly button as she moved down to his waist. Why was he so sensitive? He’d shared beds with women in the past, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so hypersensitive with them. Her being a clawed monster probably had something to do with it, or was there something else he was missing?
“You’re so soft,” Pearl moaned into his stomach, speaking between her doting kisses. “and warm, too, especially down here…”
Her sharp claws contrasted wonderfully with her soft, pliant tongue working around his hips, Cooper flinching as she dragged her fingers over his sensitive ribs. She slipped a nail below his belt and pulled down his pants, shuffling them down his legs. His underwear soon followed, her claws sealing around his hip as he felt his member bounce free. Her attentions had really got his blood pumping, a mix of fear and insecurity permeated his body as he felt her gaze wonder across his genitals.
He bit his knuckle to stifle a groan as he felt her snout bury into his pubic hair, her warm breath blowing across his skin as she scented him. Cooper couldn’t see what she was doing or where she would go next, and that only made him more reactive to her touch.
She kissed his thigh, sliding her cheek against the inside of his leg as she poised there between his legs. He lurched again as she dragged her tongue over his balls, the tapered tips snaking their way across the base of his erection. It was so long, Pearl maneuvering it with all the finesse of a finger as she coiled it beneath his sack, enclosing his most sensitive parts in a cocoon of slippery warmth.
“You’re trembling, Cooper,” she cooed, sucking her tongue back into her mouth after teasing him for a few more moments. “I might look all terrifying to you, but your body’s just rearing to go, it’s adorable. What’s the word for being scared and aroused at the same time? Cause that’s you right now.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, he felt her snout position itself above his erection, Pearl glancing his tip with her tongue, Cooper shivering as her bubbling saliva streamed down his length. He remembered how her chops had looked, bristling with ivory teeth that were just as sharp as her claws, apprehension swirling with the fear that she might cut his privates to ribbons.
“W-Watch the teeth,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” she asked. He had the feeling she was only pretending not to hear him, but he repeated himself anyway.
“Watch the teeth,” he said, trying to get himself under control. “I don’t want you biting down on me like you did to that brahmin before.”
“If you’re that worried, I could stop. You just need to ask.”
She gave him a small window to reply, but he didn’t speak, Pearl’s muffled giggling slipping from the sheets as her lips neared his member.
“Thought not. Don’t worry, I’ll be as gentle as a cat with a mouse…”
“That’s the opposite of being-”
His sentence petered out as she grazed his length with her forked tongue, soaking it in her warm slaver, his spine arching as she lapped at a bead of pre welling at his tip. She enclosed his glans in its soft flesh, her curling tongue lapping at his sensitive underside, the tips of her teeth gliding along the sides of his shaft. Cooper felt like he was melting as her hand cupped his manhood from below, cradling his balls in her palm, the scales a lot smoother than he thought they’d be.
He hips rose reflexively, his body seeking out more stimulation, his legs writhing beneath her heavy frame. He felt her thick tail coil around his shins, tying his knees together like a pair of cuffs, the appendage so packed with muscle that moving became impossible, and for good reason. Any more gyrating on his part and he might catch himself on a claw or tooth.
She steadied his hips with her free hand, Cooper’s breath going short as she drew his cock between her rows of teeth. She pursed her lips over his length, his organ resting against her soft tongue, Pearl beginning to slurp on his tender flesh, the sucking sounds reaching his ears as she maneuvered him through her mouth, the inside of her cheeks pressing against the sides of his throbbing cock as her lips kissed his belly, Pearl taking him all the way into her warm throat in one smooth motion.
Using her teeth to peel back the foreskin, she exposed his sensitive glans, slathering her silky tongue across his head, her lapping and licking sending his thoughts into a frenzy. He didn’t know how big he was compared to a male deathclaw, but Pearl didn’t seem to be disappointed, nibbling at the base of his length eagerly as her throat tightened around him. She began to purr, the deep rumbling filling the air as she started to suck at his tip, Cooper feeling like he was being vacuum-packed inside her hot maw as her throat and tongue clamped down on him from all sides.
His eyes rolled back as she gently rose off his shaft, until her lips were poised over the rib of his head. Her tongue leeched out and swirled over his length, the slurping sound making his cheeks flush, and then she crawled back down his shaft until her teeth touched his belly, plunging him back into the wonderful tightness of her throat. She repeated up that slow, placating movement, the circle of resistance her lips provided reminding him of a lover’s loins as they rose and fell on his shaft.
Unable to suppress the urge, Cooper reached below the covers, placing his hands over the top of Pearl’s head. The illusion he’d mentally created of being given head by a human were shattered, the moment he felt the tough scales and spikes on his fingers causing the reality of the situation to all come flooding back. This thing wasn’t human, it was a beast, a hybrid caused by some advanced experiment he couldn’t even begin to comprehend the meaning of. This was wrong, but why did it feel so damned good at the same time?
He played his hands over to her horns, their texture reminding him of bone or carapace. They jutted up from the sides of her forehead, Cooper tracing the little curves with his digits, a twinge of intrigue fighting its way up his thoughts as she continued bobbing her head in his lap.
She chuckled around his length, giving his head an appreciative lick as she pulled back. “Checking me out, Coops? You can pull my horns if you want, not too hard though, they’re sensitive.”
Clutching her swept horns like they were bike handles, he encouraged her to slide back down his cock, Pearl allowing him to set the pace, her moans of encouragement igniting a primal fire inside him. Together they found a slow, heavy rhythm, Cooper’s length squashing against the roof of her mouth, her flesh smooth and flawless, bursts of pleasure coursing through his body each time he filled her tight gullet.
He groaned in displeasure as he felt his member slide out of her mouth on the next pump, Cooper peeking through the gap in the sheets questioningly. Her orange eyes gleamed back at him from the darkness of the nest, his arms engulfed in shadow as they reached towards her. Seeing much was difficult, but he could feel her strings of saliva pool over his lap, her hot breath washing over his bouncing erection as she poised over him.
“Looks like someone’s disappointed,” she giggled, Cooper able to hear the smirk in her voice. “Want me to keep going, finish you off maybe?”
He reluctantly nodded, those orange eyes disappearing for a second as she blinked.
“Am I that good that you can’t even speak? Use your words, Coops, I want to hear you say it.”
“I… want you to keep going.”
She laughed at that, Cooper feeling one of her hands trail down his leg, the other slipping beneath him to cup one of his cheeks.
“As if I could bring myself to stop anyway,” she chuckled. “But, it’s nice to hear you ask so nicely. Your face looks like a tato, by the way, all red and shit, it’s pretty cute.”
Before he could formulate a reply, he felt the hand that had trailed down his leg return, his member throbbing in the air as he felt something warm and thick splash against his tip. It wasn’t quite like her saliva, it had a different consistency, almost like honey, sticky and warm, and her palm was covered in it. Pearl made a fist around his base, Cooper feeling more of the substance spread over his waist, his partner beginning to pump her hand up and down his length, spreading the mysterious liquid over his loins.
“A little pick-me-up to help us along,” Pearl explained before he could ask. “Or, maybe it should be called pick-you-up, because I’m doing all the work here. I don’t mind, though, watching you squirm is more than enough for me.”
Her hand left again for a second, returning with a fresh new coat of the unexplained honey, Pearl shifting between his legs as she straddled one of his knees, careful not to put too much weight on him. He felt something wet begin to pool on his shin, and then it hit him. She’d been dipping her hand between her legs, using her fem-nectar to oil him up, his groin now a mess of her saliva and her juices. She was practically soaking his leg, maybe she really did like watching…
His eyes went wide as she suddenly gripped his length with a new vigour, increasing the pace of her massaging fingers, keeping her claws clear as she ran them up and down his shaft. She paused at his glans to wet the pad of her thumb with his liquid excitement, then resumed her rhythmic stroking, Cooper’s arms faltering as he rested them by his sides.
“Don’t you dare pull the covers up,” Pearl muttered from the sheets. “I want to see your face when you come. You’re close, right? I can feel you swelling. Fuck, if it gets any bigger it might not…”
She didn’t finish whatever she was saying, trailing off as her amber eyes flicked from his face to his crotch. She increased her pace, the pressure in Cooper’s core surging as she never relented, working his shaft as though she was trying to milk his emission out of him like he was a damned brahmin.
She ran her free hand up and down his chest, her sharp claws tickling his ribs, Cooper unable to stop his spine from rising off the nest. Her eyes locked onto his all the while, the sight reminding Cooper of, well, a hungry predator stalking prey through the darkness, not unlike what she had done to him in this very room a few hours ago.
But now her hunger was of a more lurid variety, Pearl’s incessant pumps making him writhe against the sheets. Without warning, she pulled her hand away, the cool air picking his skin for only a moment before she slammed her head back down into his lap, her horns digging into his abs as she twisted her head, the soft lining of her tight throat spiraling around him.
His squirming reached a whole new octave as she began to swallow around him, her throat contracting in waves as she took him to the hilt. She had a tight hold on him, however, cupping his butt in her giant hands, her strong tail tied around his legs, Cooper could scarcely move, but the frustration of being unable to thrust into her mouth only added to the stimulation assaulting his senses.
Cooper was getting close, his resolve crumbling down as his orgasm threatened to break. Every swallow caused her throat to squeeze wonderfully down on him, her tongue lashing at his glans every now and then to keep him guessing, the organ slipping beneath his foreskin to coat his glans with a sticky sheen. Any human woman would be gasping for air by now, but Pearl showed no signs of stopping, the lewd noises of her gulping making his heart flutter in his chest.
He gritted his teeth, his rising need reaching an absolute limit. Pearl seemed to sense this, pausing at his tip and flicking her eyes up to meet his. Her tongue snaked out, corkscrewing around to wet his balls, her movements slow but forceful. That was all it took to send him crashing over the edge.
Pearl sank her teeth to his belly as she felt his emission begin to release, a rope of his seed splashing against the back of her throat. She chewed on his base, stroking the underside of his cock with her tongue to draw out the next wad of his semen, Pearl swallowing it down greedily. The sound of her gulps was very loud in that moment, the darkness that obscured his partner adding an air of mystery as she drew him as deep into her maw as he could go. He could imagine her throat bulging as she drank down his come, his eyes glazing over as she never missed a beat, using her tongue to block his emission from escaping through her chops.
She raised his butt off the floor to get better access, Cooper too enamored by her ruthless sucking to be alarmed by the sudden movement. She stayed locked to his crotch like that until the last rope left him in a final, shivering spurt, Cooper feeling like he was melting into a puddle as he sank into the pillows, the tension of the orgasm bleeding away to leave him spent. As the euphoria draped over him, it was momentarily delayed as he felt her long tongue wipe his cock clean, his throbbing cock bouncing against her snout as she licked at his balls. When she was finished, she deposited him back to the nest, his length leaving her mouth with a wet pop. Cooper felt her fluids slough off his length to leave his crotch a sticky mess.
Like waking from a dream, Cooper slowly regained his senses, his breathing deep and irregular as he felt Pearl shift beneath the sheets. She sidled up beside him, running a hand over his chest as she bumped his shoulder lightly with her horns.
“You’re more pent up then I thought,” she laughed. “almost couldn’t force it all down for a second there. Tastes great by the way, salty, but there’s a nice bit of spice to it.”
Her crassness made him blush, Pearl chuckling as he averted his eyes. She seemed to consider for a moment, then plucked the edge of the covers with her claws, beginning to pull them up. “Sorry,” she began. “just realised I’m not covered up anymore.”
She went to conceal herself behind the sheet, but Cooper reached out a hand to stop her, the deathclaw blinking in surprise. In his past encounters, the women Cooper had been with had hardly ever wanted to indulge him in a kiss, and those who didentertain the thought, did so reluctantly, and only after charging him extra. He’d always been a sucker for a good kiss, and monster or not, his lingering euphoria demanded he seek out some sort of intimacy.
He pinched her chin between his thumb and index finger, Pearl’s eyes going wide as he drew her closer. There was a gap between her front teeth where her lips were exposed, and he gave her a peck there, his mouth brushing against scales that were so soft they might as well be skin to his senses. Her teeth weren’t as yellow or crude as her packmate’s maws had been, did she groom herself in her free time?
Pearl’s surprised quickly melted into curiosity, the beast leaning into him and parting her chops, her tongue darting out to return the gesture. She pried at his lips with it, Cooper eventually parting them to let her organ wrestle with his own. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he was making out with a woman. A big, toothy woman of course…
Her breath didn’t smell of carrion like he’d imagined, Cooper leaning into her as his apprehension melted away. Her saliva mingled with his own as she brought her face flush with his, his body flooding with warmth as she clutched him by the shoulders, rolling him onto his back so she could deepen their embrace. Her tongue coiled around his own, his cheeks bulging as she explored his palate, the kiss bordering on invasive as she piled her long tongue into his mouth.
What little strength he possessed after her blowjob faded as the kiss dragged on, her deft tongue shamelessly painting every inch of his mouth and plunging down his throat, Pearl pulling back when she felt him flinch. He could feel their combined drool leak down their chins to pool on his chest, the gesture blurring the lines between a kiss and a sex act. What little breath he could take was full of Pearl’s scent, which wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined it would be for something that was part beast.
She eventually parted, sensing he was growing short of air, their lips separating with a wet smack, Pearl giving him a covetous look as she connected her forehead to his, her eyes flicking to the strands of saliva still linking their mouths together.
“C-Cooper, that was…” she trailed off, shivering as she closed her eyes. “Didn’t think you had that in you.”
“Who’s trembling now?” he chuckled.
She brushed a horn against his head again, the gesture oddly affectionate, Pearl rolling off him as he suppressed a yawn. She draped an arm over him, bringing her lips to his ear as she trapped him against her bosom.
“Go to sleep, little hunter. I’d continue this little encounter of ours, but you’ve had a long day, and I’m satisfied… for now,” she added with a mischievous giggle.
As his lingering euphoria gave way to a powerful sense of relaxation he hadn’t felt in years, he found himself dozing off to her words, and the soft materials of the nest swiftly carried him into exhaustion.
He closed his eyes, Pearl pulling the covers over themselves as he relaxed in her arms, too exhausted to care about what kind of implications this taboo act would have on him.
***
Cooper would never expect to sleep peacefully in an abandoned mineshaft, let alone one that had been overrun by beasts, but here he was, clawing his way reluctantly out of his sleep, blinking in confusion as the light barely changed when he opened his eyes.
The lone lightbulb by the exit emitted a soft glow through the blanket covering it, the passage beyond lit up in a brighter yellow. It was impossible to tell what time it was, but his body clock insisted that he’d slept in.
As he made to sit up, a gasp of alarm escaped his lips as he noticed the biggest hand he’d ever seen was sitting on his chest, the fingers made longer by the claws that tipped them. His heart soon settled as he remembered the events of the previous day… and night, his cheeks flushing as he turned his head to face his sleeping companion.
Pearl had draped the covers over herself at some point, obscuring all of her save for the arm currently keeping him flush against her chest. He peeked over her bulk to see her tail whipping back and forth across the floor behind her, and he wondered what she was dreaming about.
Cooper sat up, carefully lifting her hand by the finger and trying not to wake her. Her palm was nearly twice the size of his own, and that was to say nothing about her claws. Even in their sheaths, they were like meat hooks, curving slightly towards the end to give them a wicked edge. One wrong move or twitch on her part, and she’d have skewered him in his sleep, yet she could be oddly gentle for such a predatory creature, the fact he’d survived her attentions last night proved as much.
Speaking of which, he swept the covers off his legs, wincing at the sight of his crotch. Everything from the waist down was a mess of unidentifiable fluids, every strand of hair covered in a sticky, wet coat of something.
Double-checking to make sure Pearl was sleeping, the steady rise and fall of her torso confirming as much, he slipped out of the nest, pulling on his borrowed shirt and pants as he hobbled towards the exit, his bare feet slapping on the stone as he moved down the passage.
