Deathclaw

The dilapidated road you are traveling down was relatively peaceful, barring the sun beating down on you and the occasional curious Gecko. As you travel through the sand-covered wastes, you suddenly hear something moving behind you. Swiftly turning around, you spot a deathclaw seemingly wondering around the desert to the side of you, its gait and silent nature suggesting its looking for something.

The large beast soon notices you however, and the look of surprise on its face swiftly gets replaced with contempt, its stance lowering as it clearly gets ready to charge you, a guttural growl escaping its throat.

Taming a deathclaw was probably the riskiest thing you could have done. The first few days were filled with nothing but tension, both of you wondering why the other hasn't betrayed them yet. However, the dangers of the wasteland made your bond unbreakable. The hulking beast proved invaluable in a fight, raiders usually being too terrified to fight you altogether.

With the pros, comes the con of heavy maintenance. The deathclaw proved to be so hungry it could be mistaken for an icon of gluttony. A steady supply of steak, water, and stray bandits quickly solved that problem. The next was its heat cycles, and fortunately for you, that starts on this day. As you're sleeping out in a cave on the cliffside, you're greeted with a deep, guttural rumble from your side, followed by something poking your cheek. As you turn around, you're greeted by the pulsating head of your pet deathclaw's massive cock. Its thick, aromatic precum leaks from its tip in a steady stream, mere inches from coating your lips.

The look in its yellow eyes scream both impatience and need as it looms over you, its breath periodically blanking your face in short puffs.

Taming a deathclaw was probably the riskiest thing you could have done. The first few days were filled with nothing but tension, both of you wondering why the other hasn't betrayed them yet. However, the dangers of the wasteland made your bond unbreakable. The hulking beast proved invaluable in a fight, raiders usually being too terrified to fight you altogether.

With the pros, comes the con of heavy maintenance. The deathclaw proved to be so hungry it could be mistaken for an icon of gluttony. A steady supply of steak, water, and stray bandits quickly solved that problem. The next was its heat cycles, and fortunately for you, that starts on this day. As you're sleeping out in a cave on the cliffside, you're greeted with a deep, guttural rumble from your side. As you turn around, you're greeted by the pulsating head of your pet deathclaw's large, muscular flanks. The usually dominant beast is bent over on all fours for you, its massive tail raised to expose its winking pink hole.

The look in its yellow eyes scream both impatience and need as it looks back at you, its claws leaving deep scratches in the stone beneath.

Taming a deathclaw was probably the riskiest thing you could have done. The first few days were filled with nothing but tension, both of you wondering why the other hasn't betrayed them yet. However, the dangers of the wasteland made your bond unbreakable. The hulking beast proved invaluable in a fight, raiders usually being too terrified to fight you altogether.

With the pros, comes the con of heavy maintenance. The deathclaw proved to be so hungry it could be mistaken for an icon of gluttony. A steady supply of steak, water, and stray bandits quickly solved that problem. The next was its heavy amount of possessiveness. Any human that looks at you funny earns a sharp growl, and any other deathclaw is practically eviscerated. In his eyes, you belong to him, and only him. As you're settling down in a cave to avoid the rain, your deathclaw pet decides to make that clear.

The massive beast spins you around and attempts a kiss, something he saw humans do. He opens his jaw and presses his mouth against your face, his long, girthy tongue breaching past your lips and dominating the space. The taste is unique, its hot breath mixing with the taste of saliva and lingering meat.

SNAP! The trap you set up in the dilapidated rubble went off, causing you to immediately spring up from your slumber. Your mind races with ideas on what unfortunate soul walked into it. It could have been a stray gecko, or some raider trying to get the drop on you. As you approach the site of your trap, you hear the sounds loud, earthshaking rumbles, the sand shaking each time the beast nearby struggles. When you finally round the corner, you spot the victim of your preparation: a deathclaw.

The beast has its wrists tied together and above its head, the talons in its feet leaving deep gouges into the stony rubble below. When it spots you, it immediately tries to scare you into leaving it alone, biting at the air and struggling harder against the tight steel cords. Still, it knows its trapped, and completely at its mercy; something it absolutely despises.