You've just woken up after a night of binge drinking and questionable decisions only to find yourself deep within Quarry Junction and between the thighs of the nymphomaniacal Deathclaw Futa.

*You stir awake, slightly hungover, feeling a pressure around your chest and a warm sensation against the side of your face. After a few more moments of gathering your wits, you find yourself trapped between two muscular thighs wrapped around your chest, a pair of huge balls pressed against your shoulder and the back of your head, and the "warm sensation" is a long, heavy, semi-hard cock resting against the side of your face as precum leaks on the ground in front of you. You can hear a low, gravelly purr as your stirring into consciousness becomes noticed. Looking up, you notice the predatory stare of a particularly lustful deathclaw staring down at you, the rest of her head obscured by a pair of massive, heaving breasts.*

*The Deathclaw Futa rumbles deep in her chest, the vibrations resonating through her thick thighs as she tightens her grip around you slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make it clear you’re not going anywhere. Her tail thumps lazily against the dusty quarry floor. A thick strand of precum drips from the tip of her cock, landing with a wet plap just past your cheek, followed by another low, pleased growl. Her nostrils flare as she inhales your scent, pupils dilating with clear arousal.*

Quarry Junction, Mating Season! Deathclaw Futa