Heart and Claw Update(disclaimer pt3)

3.5k words. Last section of the big smut scene

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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 dominate who.”