Ravaged by The Pack of Deathclaws

Exploring Ungoro Crater turns out to be much more intense as an adventurer falls into the grasp of a deadly, horny, pack of Deathclaws. Built like a Raptor from the ice ages, the creatures surround her before eagerly and viciously breeding the young woman over and over until she is on the brink of life… then, and only then, will the Alpha Deathclaw come in to finish her off. Or will he?

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It was in times such as these that she wondered why the hell she hadn't just stayed in Sanctuary to plant tatos. Life would be so much simpler without having to face Gunners, Raiders, fucking Super Mutants, and their bastard Hounds, those blasted Mirelurks, or Deathclaws, which just so happened to be her current problem.

For some reason – God knows why – she had stumbled onto a Deathclaw nest, and the guardians were not happy about it. Even less so as it was mating season, and they didn't seem pleased to have her invade their territory.

Yet, for some reason, they just stood there, watching her. It was terrifying, to say the least. Her heart raced like a thousand wild horses, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

She could count four males and one female guarding the nest where a small cluster of eggs was bundled together. The eggs were giant, roughly half the size of a rugby ball, had a sick color between brown and yellow, and were covered in black spots.

Taking a prolonged step back proved to be a big mistake. She had barely moved her foot before all four males lunged forward and effortlessly forced her on the ground. In the blink of an eye, she had her rifle ready and aimed, but a fraction of a second later, giant claws swiped it away, and it clattered to the ground, the barrel aiming at the Deathclaws as if to say 'good luck without me.'

She needed that luck because, in the next moment, those same claws had slashed away her armor and underlying clothes, leaving her exposed and as vulnerable as could be beneath them. Staring up at them in horror and just waiting for the cold embrace of death, her life flashed before her eyes.

Her wonderful spouse. Her darling son. Everything she had done together, everything she had done alone after awakening from the Cryo-sleep. It was as if she relieved all of those years, but in the fraction of a second, while one of the monsters leaned over her, the semi ram-like horns nearly scratched the ground.

His face was mere inches away from her, and the hot breath rolled over her face, making her gag. It smelled of decay and old meat left out too long on a hot summer day. This close, she could almost count all of the scales covering the terrifying creature, and as its eyes raked over her face and down her body, she noticed several missing plates of scale, witnessing tough fights. But close to nothing was tough enough to take out a Deathclaw, let alone a whole pack.

When the monster didn't bite into her, slashed or maimed her, or anything equally gruesome, her head started working again. Something was entirely wrong here. Deathclaws were notorious for killing first and not even bothering to ask. But these hadn't killed her yet, and there would soon be more than just the five adults. Shouldn't they be scavenging all the meat they could…?

Then she noticed his nostrils flaring, and a huff of air left his mouth, giving her a view of jagged, yellow teeth that would leave a shark jealous. He sniffed her.

She frowned. This had never been witnessed before, or then no one had lived to tell the tale, and it quite frankly unnerved her. Was he checking if she was fresh enough? Hadn't caught any diseases? If she would be a proper mate? The thought was nothing short of nauseating.

The answer was given mere seconds later when the Deathclaw grabbed her thighs, nearly crushing them, and harshly tugged her towards his hind legs. Instantly, she felt the reason she was still alive. Although, she doubted she would be after what was no doubt going to happen.

Between the creature's hind legs was its cock. Monstrous and already dripping, she somehow found the courage to raise her head and look at it. Seconds later, she regretted it immensely.

Not alone was the cock massive – absolutely not going to fit, no matter what – it was also littered with spikes that no doubt ensured the cock would stay inside a female during mating.

Her heart, which had momentarily gotten some rest when it seemed the Deathclaw wasn't interested in murdering her, once again started racing.

Oh shit.

"God, please don't," she whispered, knowing it wasn't going to help anything. It was a simple reflex. Of course, the Deathclaw didn't listen – or understand, for that matter – and started rubbing himself against her with a chilling growl. She couldn't keep back a sound herself, to her immense humiliation, and prayed to whatever god that might still be alive that it was out of fear. Any other reason was inexcusable.

Generous amounts of pre-cum was smeared over her entrance and made her shudder and whimper, once again begging the monster to stop. As expected, he huffed, the disgusting breath hitting her face in a nauseating wave, and the scaly hands effortlessly kept her in place as the Deathclaw ground firmer.

It was humiliating, oh god, it was so humiliating, and she tried to kick out at him, but the grip was way too firm, and soon, the other males came closer. One stepped on her arms painfully, seemingly without realizing and looked down at her, growling deep in its throat. It was a spine-chilling sound that made she whimper again and jerk hard to the side in an attempt to get free.

The Deathclaw by her crotch roared and dug its claws harshly into her thighs, immediately drawing blood, and started pushing insistently against her entrance. She held her breath and bit her lower lip, desperately hoping the monster would realize this wasn't going to work out, that she didn't have the size of a female Deathclaw.

Just as she thought this, the creature actually retreated, and a wave of relief crashed over her, blessings and promises of praying regularly already running through her head, before the Deathclaw's tongue was at her entrance, and the hands kept her legs spread wide so he had full access. She made a pathetic sound of embarrassment and closed her eyes tightly, and the worst thing about all this was that she was reacting to this.

In a good way.

As the tongue – rough and scaly – lapped at her entrance in slow, hard strokes, she felt herself relax ever so lightly, and her breathing got more ragged. This was not happening! She was just not being turned on by a Deathclaw licking her! Lots of bizarre things happened in the Commonwealth, but this was on a whole other level!

"God help me," she whispered as the Deathclaw apparently deemed its work good enough, because then he pulled back and leaned over her again, once more grinding his cock against her, and this time, it was a real moan that escaped her throat, and she could feel the heat rise into her cheeks.

The Deathclaw ground and pushed helplessly for a little while before the tip finally caught, and he promptly thrust forward to slam inside her.

The pain was immediate and overwhelming. She cried out and tensed every muscle in her body, regretting it seconds later when it only spurred the monster on. The spikes weren't as hard as expected, but they sure were noticeable, ripping and tearing at her insides as the Deathclaw started a rough pace. Each thrust sent jolts of white-hot pain through her and made her scream and arch her back, and each thrust elicited a raspy snarl from the monster. Soon enough, he was looming over her, long claws digging into the earth on each side of her head, and the cock slammed mercilessly inside her, forcing out trembling whimpers and sounds akin to sobs. Yet somehow, with every move the Deathclaw made, she became pathetically more aroused, and it wasn't long before the pain had lessened drastically.

The cock was still monstrous, way bigger than anything she had previously enjoyed, and it still felt as if it was splitting her in half with each thrust. Yet, as she became more used to the sensation, the familiar warmth started pooling in her lower stomach.

This was absolutely revolting! A Deathclaw was fucking her, and she was not terrified or scared for her life – no, she was turned on, of all things.

The massive hind legs scrambled for better purchase and whirled up big gusts of dirt, and deep snarls rolled over the monster's bared lips. Thick and sticky saliva dripped onto her face where it slid to the ground and soon enough pooled around her head, soaking her hair.

"P-please," she panted, and what she pleaded for was unknown even to her, but one thing was clear: no one could ever know about this. Ever. She would take this to the grave.

The way the Deathclaw's thrusts picked up speed but lost rhythm told that it would soon empty itself, and when the realization dawned upon her, she started panicking again. No, he couldn't, he couldn't cum inside her! There shouldn't be any way it could impregnate her, but in this world, nothing was ever set in stone, and there was no way in hell she would carry a monster's offspring!

"Stop," she begged, fully well knowing it would go unnoticed, and as expected, the Deathclaw continued its ruthless pounding, growling and roaring loudly when it suddenly stopped. For a blissfully deceiving moment, she thought it had changed its mind, but that thought was pushed away when she felt the base of the cock swell. And swell. And swell.

It grew until she was sure it was going to tear her in two, and the pain was almost blinding, leaving her groaning loudly and pressing her nails into her palms. A gasp escaped her when she felt the Deathclaw shoot its load deep inside, spikes and the knot ensuring it got as deep as possible as he ground harshly against her, bellowing loudly. It was hot and sticky, and there was an obscene amount pumped into her before the knot finally went down, and the Deathclaw retreated with a harsh huff of air.

He had to struggle a bit to slip out, and he did so without caring about the pain it inflicted on her. After pulling out, he trotted back to the nest.

Hoping, but not daring to believe, it was over, she tipped her head back to look at the three other males, and sure enough, another Deathclaw had already taken the previous' place, not bothering to lick her as she was already slippery.

This one went straight for it and didn't waste any time. He was immediately starting fucking her hard, fast, and deep, and while he wasn't as vocal as the last monster, he was more physical. His claws dug into the ground repeatedly, the forked tongue darting out to tickle her face, and his tail occasionally bashed into the ground as he drove into her relentlessly, warning other creatures that she was already taken.

As she had already had one Deathclaw cock in her, this one wasn't too painful. The spikes were more pronounced, and no doubt left ridges deep inside her, but an odd feeling of relief and content was slowly grabbing hold of her as the Deathclaw rammed into her relentlessly. With each thrust, his rough, scaly hips pressed insistently against her, and at one point, he had to grab her shoulders to keep her in place.

Before long, a weird feeling manifested itself in her stomach, and it wasn't just arousal or fear. It was something far more physical, something far more noticeable.

As the second Deathclaw's cock filled her and he came with a thunderous growl, she managed to translate the feelings into actual, coherent thoughts – it was eggs. The Deathclaw had actually managed to impregnate her. She was with the eggs of the most lethal, most feared creature in the Commonwealth, hell, probably the entire country.

In a moment of madness mixed with something akin to despair, she started laughing. The Deathclaw breeding, she tilted his head at the unexpected sound but didn't pay her much more attention before slipping out with a wet sound and a gruff growl.

Then the third male came over, grabbed her tightly, and flipped her unto her stomach, a hand moving to her waist to force her ass higher into the air, and she felt too heavy to move, so she didn't even protest. Not that it would have helped, anyway. If anything, it would have given her a nice set of scratches along her sides and shoulders.

This Deathclaw leant down against her, his immense weight crashing her to the ground, and he grinded against her for a few seconds in what could have been teasing before pushing inside her. The odd sensation of content steadily settled into something that felt like genuine pleasure, and every thrust elicited sharp gasps and throaty moans.

The Deathclaw growled and panted harshly as he fucked her ferociously, and the harder he thrusted, the better it felt, despite the sharp spikes and hard scales covering his massive cock. It didn't take long before she was reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess, and despite her best attempts not to, she started pushing back against the monster, desperate to take him deeper, to have him fill her like the others had.

This feeling in her stomach was so good, it was intoxicating, and it had wholly blinded her as she barely noticed the Deathclaw emptying himself inside, the knot tying her together until he was done. Then he slipped out – an action that caused her to whine pathetically – before the last male took his place.

This one was bigger. Way bigger. In every aspect of the word.

His horns were longer and beginning to curl in on themselves like an actual ram, except that one of them missed a big piece. His scales were darker, almost black compared to the bland grey-brown scales of the others.

Probably an older one, quite powerful but not enough to be an Alpha.

This one ruthlessly grabbed her shoulder and rolled her on her back before ramming inside. Despite the content, comfortable feeling, he was big and rough enough to make it hurt like hell, and she screamed in pain, hands flying to pound on his leathery chest.

It was, of course, no use, as he kept slamming inside her, his thrusts steady and rough. He growled and snarled like his life depended on it, and his extreme power meant that she could practically feel her stomach bulge out a bit from the sheer size and force in the moves.

But that wasn't the only thing making it bulge.

As the Deathclaw fucked her, pleasure rapidly started pooling in her lower stomach again, and she soon found herself moaning and arching her back against him, clawing weakly at his heavily armored chest.

"Oh, g-god, fuck," she groaned loudly and hissed as she felt him increase both pace and force, subsequently realizing she was heading towards the edge.

If she had more brain at the moment, she would have cursed herself to hell.

But as it was, her mind was a fuzzy mess, and she only registered two things. One: she would cum soon. Two: there were definitely eggs inside her. She felt it with each thrust; the Deathclaw's cock jostled the eggs almost painfully, but only almost. It was mostly a numb feeling of the elliptical objects rattling around within her.

Once more, her face was covered in sticky Deathclaw drool, and she moaned loudly, arching her back and realizing that she would cum very soon if something didn't happen.

And 'something' didn't happen.

The Deathclaw kept up his ruthless pace, and soon enough, the coil in her lower stomach came undone as relief crashed over her in blinding waves, leaving her absolutely limp and boneless for the monster to use.

Which he happily did.

Within seconds, she felt his knot swell and cum shoot deep inside her, and he let out a deafening, triumphant roar as he pinned her down, grinding harshly against her to make sure she got thoroughly bred.

When he was done and had pulled out, her body immediately went limp, and she groaned weakly, lying on her back and staring up at the sky. Her brain was still a hazy mess, and it was hard to figure out what was up and down.

All she knew was that in one moment, she was in the air, held tight by cold claws cradling her boneless body, and the next, she was carefully placed next to the cluster of eggs. They were warm, and she managed to wiggle closer to them before surrendering to the pleasant feeling taking over her body, and soon enough, she had fallen asleep.

When she awoke, she had no idea what time or day it was, and she only knew her current location due to the eggs beside her. Then everything came rushing back to her in painfully vivid details. Deathclaws fucking her, taking turns dumping their load in her before leaving.

And now she was pregnant with god knows how many eggs.

Finally shaken out of the content feeling, she realized what horrible shit this actually was, and she tried to get up but instantly failed.

Looking down, she saw why.

Her stomach had grown to at least twice its normal size, and she could practically see the egg rattle around and push against her skin. She let out a weak sound of despair and, with great effort, managed to haul herself up against the rim of the nest, panting heavily from the added weight.

The Deathclaws quickly gathered around her, tongues darting out and tickling her face and scaly snouts sniffing her body all over. Growls were exchanged between the creatures, and although she understood absolutely nothing of it, she had a feeling it was about her. It had to be.

How long this lasted wasn't entirely clear to her. The only thing she noticed was that the light of day faded into the dusk of night. During this time, she very clearly felt pressure starting to build in her stomach. It was a heavy kind of pressure, and she constantly shifted to try to find a better position.

But it was to no avail. By the time morning crept around, she was literally tossing and turning, whimpering and whining as the pressure kept building until it was almost unbearable.

Then there was a sharp, stinging pain by her entrance, and she found herself soaked in a matter of seconds. Then an acute, white-hot pain shot through her, and her muscles instantly tensed before relaxing again.

Only then did she realize – she was about to give birth. Or lay eggs, in this case.

The thought was nothing short of mortifying, and she leaned up on her elbows as she pressed, groaning loudly as she felt the first egg make its way into the birthing canal. Seconds later, the pressure had moved to her entrance, and she squeezed hard and long, screaming as the massive egg stretched her painfully before clattering to the ground, covered in slime and blood.

Panting heavily, she savored the few seconds of relief before the next egg announced its arrival. This one wasn't quite as cooperative and took almost a full minute to squeeze out, and she was trembling with the effort and pain when it finally joined the first one. Then came the next. And the next.

As she laid her eggs, the Deathclaws were busy organizing and expanding the nest, not giving a second glance even as she screamed and cried when her body started failing and her strength fading. There were so many eggs; how could there be so many?

Sweat beaded on her forehead and her entire body trembled as she pushed out one egg after the other. It was close to evening, judging by the colorful sunset when she felt strangely empty, and she could only push out two more eggs. These were bigger than the rest, each feeling like they would definitely split her hole in two, but they didn't. They did take about five minutes each to lay, however.

Finally done, and a trembling and sobbing mess, she leaned her head back against the ground, covered in sweat and mortified beyond belief. She started thinking about how to get over this, but before she got very far, the female Deathclaw had come over to nudge her cheek with her leathery snout.

She purred. Outright purred. Like a fucking cat.

The sound was enough of a surprise that she didn't mind her pushing her towards the cluster of eggs – mostly because she didn't have to move by herself – and even smiled weakly when the creature pushed her down on her side.

Seconds later, she had laid down and curled up around her, almost protectively, and had she gently pressed against her stomach, which was surprisingly soft. It wasn't as hard scaly as the rest of the body, but more leathery.

She wasn't quite sure what the deal was.

She would figure it out in the morning.

Maybe. Or maybe she would stay here for a little while.

“I guess these are the dangers when you are dating a witch.” We both laughed and shared a quick kiss, knowing that this was going to be one long day of satisfaction.