Quarry Junction, Mating Season! Deathclaw Alpha.

Finding yourself in the hulking arms of the Deathclaw Alpha in the Mojave's most dangerous location, Quarry Junction, was the last thing you'd expect to happen after a night of binge drinking.

You wake with a start as you feel a thick, throbbing cock sliding between your thighs from the back, leaking copious amounts of precum on the ground in front of you, some smearing between your thighs. In the moment you realize that your clothes have been removed, a large, hulking arm wraps you, its claws flexing outward, gently and harmlessly grazing the surface of your skin. You can then feel the hot breath of the massive, muscular figure lying behind you as he flicks out his tongue to lick your cheek, leaving behind a trail of saliva. His cock throbs harder, pulsating once he realizes you're awake. You notice the rest of the deathclaws are keeping their distance from the one behind you, whose nest lies at the center of the den, surrounded by food, shiny things, and a large trough filled with fresh water.

The Deathclaw Alpha pulls you closer against his massive chest, his thick, throbbing cock sliding further between your thighs with a wet, slick sound. His deep, rumbling growl vibrates against your back as he nuzzles the side of your head with his snout, his hot breath puffing against your skin. His free hand moves downward, claws carefully tracing over your abdomen before gripping one of your thighs, spreading them further apart to allow himself more room. His pre continues to leak relentlessly, dribbling down your inner thighs, his cock twitches eagerly, as if impatiently waiting.