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/ damn do i need to find accounts to interact with w here

/ forgot how annoying it was getting the museum of technology . running up to super mutants with mini guns unarmed tho is mad aura .

gnawing on her tail . .

lore accurate when running into the deathclaw

a light huff given in response as her body shifts , making herself comfortable whilst being cautious to not press the full weight of her head upon him .

she’s laid many clutches before yet . . his hand alone was getting her so worked up . her maw slightly agape , she thought his digits were doing a good job until feeling his fist . causing the beast to purr from pleasure . how strange it is that he caught her in season too . .

five rads per second when fucking her , btw .

intensely , curious on just what he was doing . . her head tilting as digits slipped in and out and . . was she becoming slick .ᐣ even a little huff escaping in response . whatever he was doing , it seems she was enjoying it .

between her legs were a slit , similar to a humans , having a button like clit but . . no labia . she was smooth , and radiated light heat from the area . once he parted her open . his gaze would be met with a pale pink , matching her tongue . the deathclaw watched ☈

she wasn’t expecting his hand to dip down , though she made no attempt to stop him . the reptile did offer him freedom to touch anywhere . . she simply watched , her legs spread and watching . it was almost ticklish . . a thigh twitching to the ghost like touch .

not all could do it , even a small word like that was difficult , having no vocal cords and all . she was confused on why he stopped , she didn’t order him to pull away . so a long limb would pull him in . demanding more .

she’s gentle , under the right circumstances . like now . it was a strangely nice sensation having his palms run along her stomach . he could be rough , it wasn’t likely he could do harm to armored skin and scales after all . " 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 . . " spoken through vibration . .

finding a beast of her stature to be cute was certainly strange , but she’ll take compliments any day compared to some names she’s been called . whatever they mean . . a huff escapes , watching closely as the warmth of his hand found her stomach , allowing it .

she can’t recall ever eating or meeting such a creature but she offers a nod and with the question asked , the deathclaw would roll on her side to free him from her weight . stomach on display . a practical sign of trust .

it didn’t take much , the first few scritches to her head would allow him a soft purr . . though immediately his body would begin to vibrate beneath her .

she’d push into his hand , encouraging scratches or rubs . whichever of the sort as she scooted up just slightly . allowing herself to lay comfortably . she had half a belly full , she requires such affection .

perhaps they are . a few more steps and suddenly he would feel the weight of horns and her head crashing down onto his chest . pushing him to the ground and where she would take her seat betwixt opened legs . her jaw heavy on his torso . . cuddling .

she has a fascination with his kind as well , especially ones who went out of their way to appease a creature like her . within minutes , the meal he had left would be consumed . leaving her white orbs to peer at him . tongue flicking as she took a step forward .

he could see that large tail of hers in the air seeming to . . wag .ᐣ she didn’t hate humans , though a meal was a meal at the end of the day . she’s quite pleased he stopped by with such a gift .

/ she needs a deathclaw bf/gf frfr