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Cooper didn't have to see the sky to tell it was getting late, but his limited progress on repairing the power armour was making him too frustrated to consider going to sleep. He'd managed to secure the chest piece onto the frame, literally taping it back on using spare adhesives Pearl had in her piles of spare parts. The legs and arm pieces were another story. Cooper was resourceful, but he'd only had limited experience with power armour, and repairing the damage Pearl had done wasn't as easy as reassembling a gun or welding parts together.

He must have spent hours trying to connect the left arm sockets to the wireframe, cursing under his breath at the little progress he made. Each limb had dozens of little connectors that fed into the wireframe by microscopic wires, where power could be distributed from the exosuit to make the plating feel lighter than it really was. Just how did they mass produce these things before the Bombs? Why hadn't they deisnged them to be repaired in the field?

He was momentarily distracted as Pearl walked into the bathing chamber, meting her eyes for a second before returning his attention to the frame. “Cooper…" she sighed. “you said you were coming to bed."

“In a minute," he growled, twisting his arm at an awkward angle as he delved into the wireframe, catching his finger on a sharp bit of metal and drawing blood. His curse echoed off the stone walls.

“You said that ten minutes ago," Pearl complained, tapping her foot on the ground. “Just leave it, you've done all you can."

“Which isn't enough," he replied, sounding more defensive than he wanted. “We need every advantage we can get when we attack the lodge, and I need this suit intact."

“No you don't," she said, making her way over. “You've gone years without an exosuit, and you survived this long, didn't you?"

“I suppose…" he said. Her hand came down on his shoulder, and he touched it with his own, looking up at her with a worried expression.

“You're a capable man, crafty, and you don't stop for anything," she said. “I've seen you fight, you don't need a tin suit to be a force to be reckoned with. You'll be fine without it."

“I don't know how you can be so calm, Pearl," he sighed. “I've been in a lot of tight scrapes, but attacking a fort is something I've never done before."

“Wanna know my secret?" she asked, bringing her voice down to a whisper. “I get this little thing called rest, it helps me out a lot."

Cooper had always been a light sleeper, but something about this whole situation made him feel he wouldn't get much sleep over these next few days. He was worried, not over his own life, but Pearl's. It was a ridiculous notion, she was covered in a natural coat of scaley armour, but the thought of her coming to harm again created a pit in his stomach.

“I can see that might be a problem for you," Pearl said, reading him like one of her books. “What if I rode you until the sun rose above the mountains? How's that sound?"

“It's an idea," he said, his mood lightening a little.

“Don't be coy, Coops, it doesn't suit you. My pack was worried too when I told them we were going back, how do you think they feel? They have to close in to melee range under hails of bullets, that's fucking terrifying, but they're content to make do with what time they have now, even if there's a risk some of us might not come back."

“How?" he asked. He knew these creatures were more than just dumb animals, and he was curious as to what sort of mentality they had when it came to dealing with stress.

“I'll show you," she said, her lips spreading in a grin. “Follow me."

They left the bathing chamber, heading into the deeper reaches of the mine, one of the lightbulbs flickering as they passed by it. Cooper rubbed his hands together as he stepped between the twin railway tracks, the temperature dipping with every pace. Just how did these reptiles stay warm in such frigid temperatures?

The mineshaft opened up after a while, Cooper recognizing it as the chamber with all the excavation equipment, easily the largest space in the entire den. The only source of illumination was the light spilling in from the two passageways leading into the area, leaving the rest of the room in near-darkness.

As Cooper's eyes adjusted, he noticed something was moving near the center of the chamber. To one side of the giant excavators was a bundle of fabrics, a nest not all that different from Pearl's bedding, and there was something on top of it. Multiple somethings. He couldn't pick out much in the gloom, a questing hand, a pair of coiling tails, interlocking horns.

“I don't need to tell you it gets cold out in the Wastes after dark," Pearl said. “but for reptiles it's worse, 'specially in winter. We have to share what little body heat we make, but we have ways of… amping that up. And it helps relieve the tension, so that's a bonus."

It didn't take a genius to know what she was talking about. A soft grunt filled the room, along with an especially powerful movement from the pile. Two white eyes blinked open from the writhing masses, Cooper's muscles tensing as the hungry gaze lingered on him. He was pretty sure it was Matriarch, but the shadows were making it hard to tell.

Cooper inched closer, the way his shoes clocked against the stone disturbing the shifting pack, and one by one they looked up at him, halting their proclivities to watch him approach. Had he walked in on something like this before, when he'd come through here with his syringer? Just how often did these things go at it?

“They wondered about how compatible we were," Pearl said, waving her hand between her chest and his. “I just had to spill the beans, and they were pretty excited once I gave them all the raunchy details."

“W-What?" Cooper asked. “You told them? Pearl that's… private."

“That's the cost of living in a pack, privacy goes out the window. Besides, they begged me!" Her tail flicked, indicating she wasn't being whole with the truth. “Still, I may have embellished it a bit too much. They've been itching to get their claws on you ever since. Jump on in if you want, you're bound to surprise most if not all of them."

“Pearl!" he exclaimed. “I-I can't do… that with them. They're-"

“Intelligent, eager and willing creatures?" Pearl suggested. “You've done the dirty with me, how's this any different?"

“Everything's different!" he said. “First of all, you and I've got a connection, but I've only had a handful of interactions with these things… girls, whatever."

“That's more than could be said for those prostitutes you frequent so much," Pearl countered, Cooper dragging his hands down his blushing face. “But it's pretty sweet hearing you say that you like me. Aren't you even the least bit curious as to what a bunch of deathclaws could make you feel? Trust me when I say they can make all your worries disappear…" she cooed, snapping her fingers for emphasis.

Cooper wanted to deny it, but a little voice in the back of his head was asking him similar questions. His encounters with Pearl were so passionate, so much more intimate, and especially novel, compared to what bedding a woman was like. What sort of proclivities would the pack subject him too? All he had to do was walk a few more steps, and he'd find out…

“E-Even if I wanted to," he began, Pearl watching him stutter with a big smile on her face. “You and I, we're… humans don't usually share partners with other people…"

“Ah yes, humans have monogamous relationships, read about that somewhere," Pearl said. “Well, we deathclaws are a lot more frivolous when it comes to that, and I don't mind a bit of sharing if it means getting you to relax, Cooper. Besides," she added, leaning a hand on a wide hip. “something about watching you wriggle around, it just... just gets me going, is that weird? It sounds weird when I say it."

Cooper felt tiny under the gaze of the collective pack, scratching his head as his thoughts reeled. He wasn't really considering this, was he? Despite Pearl's words, he still felt like he would be betraying her if he decided to indulge himself, as strange as that sounded. He hesitated for too long, two of the deathclaws turning their attention back to each other, a handful of scales being grabbed by a clawed hand, a sultry hiss emanating from one of the females. He felt blood rush to his groin as he watched them gyrate, taking each other right then and there, Cooper unable to tear his eyes away.

He didn't want to reduce himself to such deviancy, but he found it increasingly harder to refuse his body the more the pack turned their attention back to themselves, soft moans and heaving bodies shifting in the dark, Cooper catching a sliver of pink as someone's womanhood was exposed for a split second, a meaty thigh sealing it away right after.

“What'll it be, Coops?" Pearl asked, holding out one of her hands. He wasn't thinking straight, watching in stunned silence as one of the deathclaws brought their hips to another's, the recipient purring in delight. Cooper made to turn hisemlf around, put his back to such thoughts in the most literal of ways, but when he willed himself to do it… there was nothing. His deviancy won over, and he met Pearl's eyes with a neutral expression. She didn't need to ask him what his answer was, it was written all over his face.

Her lips pulled back in a smirk, and she growled something in her animal speech. Before he could ask what she'd said, he noticed a scaly arm reaching out of the pile of bodies, a pair of creamy eyes peeking out at him. Before he could react, the giant arm seized him by the ankle, Cooper falling on his ass as it pulled his leg out from beneath him. Pearl stopped him before he could fall too hard, but she backed off after giving him an apologetic look.

Cooper eyes widened as he was dragged across the uneven floor, the bright eyes of the deathclaws tracking him as the arm pulled him towards the nest. As Cooper was dragged into the darkness, he felt a fresh surge of excitement overpower his hesitance, his heart racing in both arousal and fear, the two sensations clashing wonderfully inside his chest.

He saw many pairs of clawed arms reach out when he was close, seizing his arms and torso, the pack pulling him in with the same enthusiasm they'd showed to the brahmin carcass. He recognised Matriarch was the one that had initially grabbed him, and she wasted no time in bringing her snout to his neck, subjecting him to her bawdy licks and bites as she planted her chest on top of his. Unlike Pearl, she had no hint of a bosom, her front was flat, powered with an impossible amount of muscle, lingering behind a slightly squishy layer of scale.

The weight she was planting on him was too much, he could feel his ribs bending under the strain, and Matriarch sensed this, leveraging herself on her knees so he didn't suffocate. As she drew back, Cooper could see the other two deathclaws were already starting on removing his clothes, rolling up his sleeves and flicking off his shoes. With Matriarch straddling him, the beast so unnaturally wide and tall, it made it difficult for the rest of the pack to undress him, but they were quick to figure out a way. He held back a complaint as they brandished their wicked claws, slicing through the garments until his chest was exposed. Good thing these were just borrowed clothes.

Matriarch brought her hands to his pecs, running her claws over him and leaving red welts on his skin. The only time these things saw bare skin like his was when they were feasting, so maybe his flesh was as novel to them as their scales were to him.

He played his eyes over her powerful body as Matriarch nuzzled him. She was truly a massive beast, eleven or twelve feet or pure muscle, covered in scales that were as wide as his hand in places. He could have fit his whole body inside her stomach with room to spare, the analogy inspiring a pit of dread in his mind. She could do just that at any time she felt like it, and that kind of powerlessness made him feel oddly aroused for some reason.

Her body might have been brimming with muscle, but there was still the presence of curves that betrayed her gender, mostly in the way her hips flared out from her waist, her monstrous thighs anchored to her torso providing tantalizing orbs of flesh. Cooper wanted to run his hands over them, explore the creature's anatomy, but his arms wouldn't move, and he turned his head to see his left arm was being smushed between the ground and the chest of another deathclaw. It was the one that had been moving the piles of rubble before, the one that liked rubbing his hair.

He was protected from the hard ground by the bundles of sheets, but his skin was catching on the scales of the beast, drawing beads of blood, but that was a small price to pay for the sensation of being immobilized. She dragged her forked tongue up the underside of his arm, Cooper shivering as she closed in on his shoulder, nibbling at him playfully with her fangs. Not wanting to be left out, Matriarch connected her forehead to his, nuzzling him like a giant housecat, her horns clicking against her smaller counterparts as they fought for space.

He turned his burning face to his right arm, and saw it was also being manipulated, the other deathclaw laborer currently sticking his fingers into its mouth, the warm, slippery surface of its tongue coiling over each digit. His world was now one of horns and scales, and he could do nothing but kick his legs fruitlessly, and his depraved mind was savoring every moment of it. He sighed out the most embarrassing grunt he'd ever made as two serpentine tongues slithered over his sensitive neck, Matriarch pulling back to give him a concerned look, Cooper blushing even harder under her piercing gaze. When she saw he wasn't crying out in pain, she leaned in again, this time angling her tongue towards his mouth.

Her breath was rife with the scent of carrion, and Cooper tried to turn away, but couldn't, the other deathclaw pushing its face into one side of his neck. Matriarch's tongue slid over the corner of his lips, surprisingly dexterous enough to peel his lips back, the beast lapping at his teeth. He couldn't stand the rancid smell in his nose for much longer, and he sucked in a gasp through his mouth, which Matriarch immediately filled with her winding organ.

Hers wasn't much wider than his own, but he knew the beasts tongues were long, Matriarch hovering inches above his face as she explored his mouth, lapping at the roof and inside of his cheeks, the forked tips tickling him. Her slaver dribbled down his lips as she found his tongue, their organs flicking and pushing as they fought for space. It wasn't exactly a kiss as their mouths were too dissimilar, her fangs too large for their lips to touch, but the act was bawdy in its own right, Matriarch unleashing her animalistic desire into every lick and stroke. It was nothing at all like Pearl's kisses, but that wasn't a bad thing, it was so ravenous, so wrong, the feral beast holding nothing back as she made his body go limp with her unreserved attentions.

Matriarch pulled away with a wet smack, her bubbling saliva wetting his chin, Cooper making to wipe it off, quickly remembering his hands were bound by the two deathclaws, the one chewing at his fingers clutching him tightly as if sensing he wanted to escape.

Fear and anticipation swelled in his stomach as Matriarch leaned in again, Cooper suspecting she was about to subject him to another unrestrained kiss. She tilted her head at the last second, lowering her chin to look down the length of his torso, Cooper following her gaze. She'd splayed her legs out into an upside down V shape, the two looking between her massive thighs at the bulge in his pants.

She placed one of her feet on his stomach, Cooper tensing as her talons dug into his skin, and then she dragged her leg down, the belt of his pants catching on her toes, before shredding it into ribbons. She brushed away the loose fabrics with her tail, the appendage as thick as his torso where it connected to her rump, slithering over his legs like a giant serpent.

His cock twitched in anticipation as she nudged it with the tapered end of her tail, Matriarch purring in what might be arousal as she turned her creamy eyes to his now exposed privates. Like a giant tentacle, the appendage began to coil in on itself, slowly creating tightening spirals, with his dick at their center. He lurched as the base of his crotch was constricted, the Matriarch piling the rest of her tail on top of it until his member was buried in scales, with only the tip open to the cool air.

Glancing down at him, Matriarch flexed her tail, the muscles flowing like liquid. Cooper's eyes rolled back as the coils viced over his length, the deathclaw holding the tension for a few blissful moments. As he peered up at her with lidded eyes, she squeezed him again, his genitals constricted in a prison of flesh far tighter than anything he'd experienced, human or otherwise.

Was using a tail like this some kind of foreplay for deathclaws? It translated well enough to Cooper, a kind of melting sensation washing over his body as his brain struggled to keep up with all the other sensations. One beast was licking at his vulnerable neck, another was trailing its claws up his forearm, sending tingles down his limb, while his privates were nestles in a cage of scales that slowly tightened over time. It was too much to keep track of, he felt like he would go insane if this went on for much longer.

Shuffling from near his feet drew his attention, and he blinked his eyes clear, noticing there was something drew closer from the darkness, the two white eyes betraying the presence of another packmate.

Matriarch sensed the movement shortly after, the two watching between her trunk-like legs as the runt of the pack crawled into what little light touched the nest. The short deathclaw – short for deathclaws that was – grumbled in its native tongue, her eyes locked on the conspicuous bulge nestled within Matriarch's tail. Its owner growled back, Cooper bucking reflexively as her appendage pulled down on his groin, his foreskin peeling back to expose his pink glans.

Crawling on her belly, the runt moved closer, placing a hand on his foot as the beast positioned between his legs, her tail drawing wide arcs behind her. He mumbled out a warning that she should be careful with her teeth, as it was obvious enough what she was planning to do, but he wasn't sure if she understood. He'd find out in a few moments, he guessed.

With only the head of cock visible above the coils of Matriarch's tail, there wasn't much else for the runt to put her attentions towards. She positioned her head above his length, the way she peered up at him making Cooper's heart flutter, then parted her chops slightly, lowering down until her scaly lips pursed over his tip.

Unable to hold it back, he groaned into Matriarch's face, shocks of electricity travelling up his body as the runt swirled her tongue over his sensitive underside. The runt's forked tongue made it feel like there were two thin, long tongues drawing shapes over his length, one of them dragging over the rib of his head on its way down, the other making lazy circles over the tip, spreading a bead of his leaking excitement over his flesh.

Her efforts were clumsy, whether from inexperience or because he was human he couldn't say, but what he could be certain of was that Matriarch's tail was getting in her way, the runt trying and failing to part the muscular coils so she could access the rest of him. Her frustrations were his benefit, however, Matriarch tensing her tail in random intervals when Cooper least expected it, her appendage as hard as rubber as it squeezed down on his base, the resulting pressure far tighter than Pearl's loins had been.

The tension of the binding tail contrasted beautifully against the soft, pliant texture of the runt's tongue, Cooper twisting impotently beneath the pounds of scaly flesh sitting on his limbs. The runt hissed and growled around his length, whter that was speech or sounds of pleasure he couldn't tell, the sudden rush of air making his rod twitch in her mouth, the Matriarch growling in reply. It seemed they were indeed talking, maybe arguing over something.

With an air of reluctance, the tail wound away like an untying rope, still leaving his base viced in muscle, but allowing the runt to play with roughly half of his pulsing cock. She parted her chops wider, her two front teeth coincidently the perfect width apart to allow his member to slide between them, the runt squashing his glans into the roof of her mouth. She swirled her agile tongue around him, his powerful reactions telling her she was pressing all the right buttons, covering his erection is a sticky layer of her saliva as she rolled him inside her gullet.

The little gasps she made around his length made his brain fizzle out, the sounds trailing out into purrs and grumbles that might have been dirty-talk in deathclaw-speech. His hips bucked, his body seeking out more of the stimulation, only managing to plunge a few precious inches deeper into her hot mouth before the tail around his base stopped him, pressing down on his waist like a piece of rebar come to life. Whatever her reasoning, the Matriarch wanted to keep him and her tail in place.

His movements encouraged the runt to start taking him deeper, his glans brushing the beginnings of her throat as she swallowed what little of him was exposed, before gently lifting her head up, doting on his head with sucks and nibbles. Cooper curled his toes as she dragged her chops back down his length again, her front teeth acting like stroking fingers as she went, the sounds of her sucking growing louder as she started to work up a slow rhythm.

He tossed his head back, scrunching his eyes shut as her warm, salivating maw drew up and down his shaft, the accompanying tail wriggling over his base like a snake securing its coiled pray. He felt something tap on his right arm, and he slowly opened his eyes, seeing that the deathclaw nibbling at his fingers was trying to get his attention.

Cooper was too overwhelmed to form a question, so he just raised a brow, the deathclaw responding by shifting on the spot until it was resting on its thorny knees. It grabbed at his wrist with its clawed hands, slowly lowering his limb down between her parted thighs.

It was hard to concentrate with his cock surrounded by a prison of hot scales, but he caught a glimpse of something pink in the beast's nether regions. He blinked through his haze, and found that it was a set of lips where he'd expect genitals to be, but it was not quite the same as what he was used to seeing, the deathclaw angling her waist up to expose more of her alien womanhood.

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.

He felt the circulation in his hand cutting off, Cooper glancing over to see the one impaling herself on his arm tensing up, throwing her horned head back as she growled, the sound reminiscent of the calls Cooper had heard in his initial delve into the den. There was a few scant moments in which the beast didn't move, and then her orgasm burned through her core, her scaly body shuddering as waves of her ejaculate ran down in his fingers, Cooper clogging the sticky liquid inside her. When she'd filled herself to capacity, her next contraction forced it down the sides of his wrist, the feral warbling out a string of grumbles as he flexed his digits, drawing out yet another wave of her emission.

Like a deflating balloon, the beast began to ride down from her high, her contractions soon subsiding, the feral turning her bright eyes down at him and flashing him a satisfied grin. She warbled out something, and before Cooper could even raise a brow in question, she started to gyrate her hips, spreading the sticky sheen of her fluids up his forearm, encouraging him to explore her walls again. Did she not have a refractory period? If that was true, he wasn't sure whether to be excited or nervous at the prospect.

As he began to move his fingers inside her, he turned lust-addled attention to Matriarch, the giant creature coming down hard enough on his pelvis to leave bruises, her punishing pace contrasting against her silk-soft walls contracting around his length. There was something mesmerizing about the way her generous ass squashed up against his abs like putty each time she came down on him, the slapping sound of flesh on scales adding to the numerous lewd noises coming from the nest.

He reached out with his free hand, cupping one of her cheeks in his fingers, watching her copious flesh mold around his nails. It was as malleable as it looked, but there was a springiness deep beneath the scaled exterior, firm muscles pushing back against him as he groped her. The scales were almost perfectly flush, just the tiniest hint of bumps noticeable as he ran his fingers over the orb of flesh, her peach-shaped cheeks far larger than would be at possible on a human woman, as big as melons.

His hand trailed upwards, towards the tail that jutted out from slightly above and between her generous rear. It was so thick around at the base that his hand hardly encompassed half of it, Cooper tracing the crevice where it joined to Matriarch's body. Like Pearl's, the top of it was lined with a row of spikey thorns, each one curved slightly like a tooth. The top of it was armoured, but the scales on the underside were thin, Cooper finding they were glass-smooth as he ran his fingers over them.

The motion caused Matriarch to falter in her bouncing, not by much, but enough that Cooper was aware that the sliding sensation of her thrusting had somewhat slowed. Had he discovered her weak point? He brushed the flesh beneath her tail again, and this time Matriarch snarled, her walls clenching down on him like an angry fist. He wondered what other kinds of reactions he could get out of her by playing with her tail, but the sound she'd made had instilled a bit of fear inside him, and he felt compelled to take things slow for the moment.

He gave her tail a slow, placating stroke, his efforts rewarded with another spasm from her bristling walls. Matriarch shook her head like a human might clear their thoughts, giving him a hungry look over her shoulder before resuming her previous pace. Cooper could barely keep up his fingering and his tail-strokes, but the more he rewarded his feral lovers, the more their pleasure linked back to him in kind, as though they were all connected like some sort of power grid of building ecstasy.

He manipulated Matriarch's tail towards his face, its owner looking down at him as he moved it in range of his mouth. He poked out his tongue, running it up and down the paler underside, mimicking what Pearl was currently doing to his shoulder, biting down on it hard enough that she could just about feel his teeth. Matriarch cooed, a purring sound he'd never heard her make before, the appendage draping over his neck and face, rubbing against his cheeks in a way that came off as both affectionate and needy.

As though her body was extending into his own, Cooper was aware of Matriarch's nearing limit, her walls flexing, her pace increasing, the little moans and hisses she made rising in pitch. He'd been afraid a creature of her size would hardly feel him, but she looked like she was as numb and addled as he was, her serpentine tongue flicking out of her mouth as she panted.

There was a flicker of movement to the side, Cooper peering round the horns of a deathclaw – he couldn't tell who's – to something lingering in the darkness nearby. It took a second for his eyes to adjust, but he saw it was the runt, a conspicuous hand between her legs as she sat cross-legged on the edge of the nest, her gaze drawn to his and Matriarch's coupling.

He'd almost forgotten about the comparatively smaller deathclaw, and a wave of pity washed over him. For such communal creatures, they seemed to have pushed the smallest of the bunch aside, perhaps too enamored with their new, human lover to pay her any mind. He tried to call out, but it was hard to form words with every part of his body in contact with scales and tongues and cloacas, and when he did manage to say something, the runt ignored him, too focused on pleasing herself to pay attention.

“P-Pearl," he began, batting Matriarch's tail away so he could speak.

“Mmmm?" she mumbled into his shoulder, caressing his neck with a long claw.

“Call her over here," he said, nodding to the runt when Pearl asked him who he was talking about.

“Why?" she asked.

“Wanna return the favour."

She smirked at him, then grumbled something in her native speech, the runt tilting her head in their direction. Cooper beckoned with his free hand, the runt getting down on all fours as it watched him gesture. Like a cat trying to decide whether to bolt, she crawled closer, its bright eyes flicking from his to the Matriarch. Were the two at odds, the runt afraid of its massive counterpart? He would be too if he had to live alongside the beast.

When she was in range, Cooper reached out, seizing her by the thigh and pulling her closer. Pearl helped bring her over, the runt appearing to resign to this course of action as the two positioned her so she stood over his face, her tail flicking indecisively as she gave her alpha a questioning look.

“Come down," he said, the runt glancing at him. It heard the reassurance in his tone, gently placing its feet on either side of his chest. She bent her knees, and when she was in range, he cupped her rear, drawing her the rest of the way, the beast letting him manipulate her.

His mouth met her triangular entrance, Cooper pursing his lips on it in a sordid kiss. All of the runt's apprehensions melted away in that moment, the soft insides of her thighs brushing against his cheeks as she sat on his face, snarling through her chops as he pried one side of her lips apart with a finger, exposing more of her delicate passage.

“Come!" the runt chirped, Cooper chuckling into her nethers, the influx of air making her shiver.

“I think she likes it," Pearl added, watching from behind Cooper's hair as he cored the deathclaw out, the forest of nodules waving like stalks in a breeze as he flicked them with his tongue. With Cooper sitting on top of Pearl, and the runt sitting on top of Cooper, there must have been a tremendous amount of weight on the hybrid, but she didn't voice any discomfort, content to watch the show as Cooper subjected the runt to his ardent licks.

Cooper wasn't so complacent, the runt was still a weighty beast, and his neck and skull started to throb with pain as the runt squeezed her legs and dropped more of her weight on him. Pearl came to his rescue, grumbling out a warning to the runt as she lifted her by her rump, just enough so that he could still chew on her walls without getting crushed in the meantime.

The runt's musky scent filled his nose as a particularly cruel lash of his tongue made her juices flow, his chin dribbling with saliva and her fluids as he made come hither motions with his tongue, the nodules that lined these deathclaw's passages never ceasing to drive him mad with desire.

As he pulled back for air, he noticed that Pearl had grabbed one of the runt's curling horns, drawing her down until their snouts connected. They parted their toothy mouths, their forked tongues lashing at each other desperately, Pearl's wider organ overpowering the runt's after a quick duel, coiling around the smaller organ before plunging between runt's teeth. The smaller deathclaw moaned as she was dominated, her body sagging, but her head keeping paradoxically still as Pearl clutched her horn tighter.

His cock jumped at the sight of the two beasts making out, Matriarch's purrs growing louder as her walls flexed to accommodate his twitching length. Pearl flicked her eyes down at Cooper, laughing at the sight of him being sandwiched between their bodies.

“Either your dick just grew," Pearl began around the runt's coiling tongue. “Or I'm not the only one who likes watching. Reckon I could shove my tongue down her throat?"

Cooper was too overwhelmed to answer, Pearl bringing her mouth to the runt's, the smaller beast draping her arms over Pearl's shoulders as they made out. He couldn't see their tongues any more, but the way the runt's throat bulged suggested Pearl's tongue was far longer than he originally thought. Their draconic lips mashed together, the runt clearly overwhelmed by the lurid act, but powerless to stop it, if she even wanted it to stop, which didn't seem to be the case by the way she purred and growled into her alpha's mouth.

The runt began to thrust her hips, pushing him rhythmically into the soft flesh of Pearl's bosom, Cooper meeting each movement with a push of his tongue. He grabbed one of her thighs draping over the sides of his face, kneading the soft flesh on the inside, the beast squirming at every little squeeze and stroke.

Every nerve in his body felt like it had been dialed up to eleven, his senses struggling to process all the sensations as his encounter with the pack continued. Matriarch's slippery passage stood out a little more than the others, perhaps because he couldn't see it with his face currently occupied by the runt's loins, his erection tingling as the beast hammered his pelvis into the nest, increasing her pace until she was practically slamming down on his shaft.

He felt Matriarch shuddering, the meat of her thighs quivering over his sore waist, a sharp hiss filling the room. She threw her head back, coming down on him one last time, drawing a random shape with her hips as she impaled herself, the Matriarch's passage trembling around his member as she came. A torrent of fluids gushed passed his glans, sloshing out of her reptilian vent to wet his balls and stain the sheets. She pushed his cock against the roof of her passage, drawing out another wave of her orgasm, the Matriarch reducing herself to a panting mess as the throes of her release petered out to leave her exhausted.

She kept him pinned inside her for a few moments, and then she rose off him, his dick slipping out of her with a slick pop. Her contracting walls had almost sent Cooper over the edge with her, but not quite, and once again he was denied his release, his frustrated groans reaching deaf ears as the runt's thighs muffled him. He could feel the Matriarch plant herself down between his legs, laying prone as she wallowed in her euphoria. For all her possessiveness over his cock, she left it throbbing in the cool air without so much as an afterthought.

As Cooper sighed in disappointment, he noted that the runt had looked back, drawn to all the noises Matriarch was making. It could have been his imagination, but the runt's eyes shone a little brighter upon noticing his exposed member, and she pulled away, struggling to free her chops from Pearl's invading organ.

“Come!" the deathclaw chirped. It rose off Cooper's face, a string of their combined fluids linking his lips to her loins, sagging to his chest as she darted down his body. She planted her legs to either side of him, her knees tucking under his armpits as she straddled him, holding his erection between two claws.

She shoved his tip inside her puffy lips without warning, Cooper grunting like an animal as her cheeks clapped against his thighs, her cloaca kissing his belly.

The runt didn't waste any time adjusting to him, grinding against his hips, those wonderful bristles stroking his length as he kissed every part of her reptilian passage. Cooper had been left high and dry twice now, and he felt the same desperate urge to mate, devoting all his attention on her shaking walls.

She picked up where Matriarch left off, Cooper moving his hips with her own, almost like he was counterbalancing her actions, their coupling reaching wonderful depths. Pearl sealed her arms around his chest again as she watched him thrust up into the runt's vent, the deathclaw grumbling her contentment as he splayed her most intimate reaches apart. She began to fuck him in earnest, her loins already geared up after his mouthing, her own senses overwhelmed with pleasure if her wild expression was any indication.

“Coowa…" the runt moaned, her tail arching over her shoulders as it wagged behind her. Hearing his name – or at least part of it – made him jerk inside her, her passage responding with a flex of its own. Cooper was aware of every micromovement, every bristle of her passage as they squashed up against his length, her feral walls conforming to his shape.

Her pace became greedy, unreserved, and it was all Cooper could do but lean back into Pearl's bust and let her have her way with him. He got a beautiful view of his member slipping in and out of her scaley lips, so did Pearl, his companion watching them fuck with a sultry look on her face.

The ache of his delayed orgasm began to build back up, the sensation both painful and blissful at the same time, the runt helping it move to the front of his mind with their rutting. He held onto anything he could find, snaking hins fingers into Pearl's hand, his other arm tightening inside the passage of the one hilting herself on his hand, his body convinced he might float away if he didn't hold on.

His exhausted muscles found new strength, Cooper meeting the runt's thrusts with equal vigour, mesmerized by the squishing sounds of their lovemaking. The runt placed its claws on his belly, holding onto him for dear life as his member kissed the very apex of her tunnel.

She could sense him drawing close, her eyes crunching up as they brought each other to their limits. Every part of him, not just his genitals, felt numb, but in the best of ways, Cooper growling like a deathclaw himself as Pearl cradled him from behind.

“Don't hold back," Pearl cooed. “Fill her up, I want to see it gushing out…"

His member surged at her words, and he tried to hold it back, but it was too provocative, his spine arching as his release came crashing down on him. Pearl almost lost her grip on him as he buckled in her lap, his head spinning as all the pleasure concentrated in his loins. His pulsing member pumped a fresh load of his essence into runt's reptilian vent, her spasming walls swallowing around him as she hilted his cock, ensuring his semen splashed against her deepest reaches. Another rope of his cloudy ejaculate hit the furthest nodules foresting her walls, the little bristles contracting in distinctive waving motions, milking out another rope of his emission.

The runt threw her head back, her chops parting in a comely growl as her belly began to bulge. It just wouldn't stop, load after load of his come forcing its way out of his dick, Cooper feeling the hot fluid wet his waste as the runt's passage was filled to bursting. From somewher behind him, Pearl joined in their chorus of grunts and groans, her request fulfilled and then some.

The ache in his body began to sweeten, Cooper's next knot of fluids coming in later, slower. He draped himself over Pearl's chest as he began to ride the tide of his climax down, the warmth of afterglow permeating him to his core.

The runt followed him soon after, her bristles shaking as her paradoxically cold come splashed his slowly receding length, Cooper shivering, momentarily brought back into the present at the feeling.

Looking beyond the rise and fall of his chest, he watched his cock slide out of her scaley entrance, the runt wobbling to her feet. She walked about two paces before her legs gave out, falling on her chin before curling up into a ball. Cooper was concerned for her, but that quickly subsided when he saw her smiling.

A glint of white drew his eyes to her loins. That was his seed spilling out of her feral vent, the realization hitting him harder the more he stared. Shame began to overpower the sweet aches, but he tried to push these thoughts aside, not wanting to spoilt the mood.

“You were right," Cooper began, Pearl smiling at him from one side. “Totally relaxed now."

“Good to hear," Pearl replied, nudging him with her horn. “Not too tired I hope, think the other girls still need some lovin'."

The deathclaw on his right arm pulled away from his limb, his hand covered in an alarming amount of her fluids. She stood up, then positioned herself over his member, tilting her head as she noted he wasn't as swollen as before. These things were rotating off him like he was a damn ride or something.

“H-Hold on," he said, the deathclaw stopping with mere inches between her entrance and his glans. “Tell her I need some recovery time or something."

Pearl did as he asked, the deathclaw pouting at the pair, but getting the message. She sat down on his leg, licking her chops like a giant dog as she waited.

“I think the girls are happy to have a male back on board," Pearl muttered, Matriarch and runt lying in humorous poses as they rested on the sheets.

“How do you mean?" Cooper asked.

“You're part of the pack now," she explained. “we look out for our own, human or deathclaw, or both in my case. You and them have found a way to understand one another, they'll treat you right from now on."

He'd had an inkling she hadn't brought him here just for him to relax, but that didn't bother him. If anything it helped quell his nerves about the ferals, he no longer had to worry about one of them suddenly deciding he was food. And if they were family now… why should he feel ashamed to have laid with them? Maybe he should just forego his guilty thoughts, don't think about it, just go with it, had Pearl sad something like that before?

“I guess I could get used to running the show around here," he admitted, Pearl slapping him on the arm in a mock-attack.

“Oh, you think you can be alpha? Already beat you once, I could do it again."

“Rematch, right here and now? I'll have you know I've learned a lot about deathclaw weak points since then."

A sultry purr escaped her lips, her tail reaching over to coil over one of his legs possessively. “Okay, I'm after her, then we'll see who'll top who."