"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!", you shouted, running for your life. How come you couldn't have gone home, with Bell, and took what you needed. Your rifle, your stuff, and provisions. Now here you were, being chased and advanced on by a swarm of cazadores. When you and Belladonna were heading to a local settlement that your family traded with, you two ended up passing through a cazador nest. They came out of nowhere and darted at the two of you. You probably would have been impaled and dead if it wasn't for Bell. She stepped in front of you and let one's head run into her fingers, stopping it there in death's claw(Pun intended). The other was swatted away with Belladonna's tail. Belladonna was able to take a huge number of them out, but more soon came. You knew that they would have overpowered you, so you decided to draw as many as you could have away. A very large portion came at you, hoping to take the weak one, like a cheetah and baby gazelle. Back to the present, you continued to lead the horde away from Bell.
God only knew how long you had ran for, but despite this the cazadores continued to advance. You kinda doubt that you'd make it, until you heard her roar. Charging at the mess of shit wings was Belladonna herself. She had caz blood all over her and a tattered bug wing stuck in her teeth, not to mention nature's anger in her pale eyes. The swarm was to compact to evade properly and that gave enough time for Bell to pull her arms back and throw them together in front of her. The smash sounded like a firecracker and killed almost all of the cazadores. Those that did survive were scared of at the sudden drop of numbers and the deathclaw at this point and retreat back to their nest. You fall on the ground, breathing deep and thanking god for the relief. You get and look up at Belladonna and chuckle "What would I do if you weren't here sweetheart". Belladonna merely purrs and nudges your cheek with her muzzle. You'd rather keep it there but you remember your needs. "Come on girl, Goodsprings is calling" you say, leading her back into the right direction. That night you made a small campfire for you and Bell. Judging by what you know from home and about Goodsprings, you should be about half way there. While in your train of thought leaning back against a large rock, something abundant and wet began to slowly soak your crotch.
Your head shot forward, tense but you soon replaced it with surprise. Belladonna was laying between your legs, her mouth open and tongue out, letting fluid saliva drip onto your loin. It felt so hot and wasn't as thick like some would imagine; it was as slick and flexible as water. Your legs quivered at the observation, wanting only more. Bell was pleased at your awareness and began to take your jeans from the rise to your fly into her mouth. She began to lick it up to down and bobbed her head a bit, making your intriguing, but flaccid penis into a hard, intimidating erection, eyeing you without break. You were deeply tempted and ready, but quickly rejected Belladonna's incredible seduction skills.
"Wh-whoa, girl, e-e-easy now. Can't you just wait?" you ask. You and Belladonna have only done this twice before tonight; the first the night you met and the second a few nights ago. Of course, there had been attempts by Bell that you denied, due to the fact that either it wasn't the best time or that you had no drive for the time, and she would listen. However, tonight Bell wasn't having that; She only continued on, putting more pressure on your cock than before. You finally broke and gently touched her snout, signalling her to release. She did so and you didn't feel like completely unclothing, so you simple removed your shirt and undid your fly. Your pole shot out and was overjoying to Belladonna. Bell swiftly engulfed your member in her mouth and went up, down, up, down. Bell was getting good at this, even with just two nights of experience. A quick learner. You jerked and arched, releasing into her throat, the bliss of cumming like an ice cold nuka-cola on a hot day. Belladonna Swallowed, member still in her, went to your base, and closed her lips tight, then went up slowly, repeat. She was milking your dick like a fucking brahmin udder. You gasped for peace, but didn't get any from Mrs. B.
When Belladonna finally back off, you were drenched in sweat. Only she was capable of evening you out like that. You start getting dress, "Jesus, Bell. Learn to let your hair down once and a while, 'k". Bell didn't reply and just curled up beside you, asleep before too long. But you stayed awake, contemplating this. Recently Belladonna has showed a few signs of aggression and has been bothersome lately; not listening a few times in a row, snarling behind your back, etc. Now understandably, Belladonna was a deathclaw, one of the most feared and dangerous creatures in the wasteland, but you suspected that if things like this continued, then the most disastrous outcome may sprout. These means you had to show her that you were the dominant one her, like other animals. This meant that you could 'do it' to get her to listen; she always seemed to enjoy it so you had to do it the old fashion way.
That morning, when Belladonna got up, a stone was thrown at her. She turned, irritated, to find her mate on the boulder nearby with an armful of rocks cradled. "Mrs. Belladonna, I know you haven't done anything as of this moment, but recently you've given me some attitude. Yeah, you're your own person, or deathclaw whatever, but if this thing between us is going to work, you're gonna have to at least respect me some, alright?" you ask, hoping to get this over with soon, you never were the punisher type. And besides, Belladonna was a quick learner, so maybe she could understand. Bell only looked at you for a moment, then proceeded to roar at you in anger, mot a fan of the hard approach. Wasn't expecting that. You jumped back, losing grip of the rocks you had and fell off the boulder. When you made impact with the ground you landed on the rocks and cut yourself pretty good. This had gone terribly, Bell was mad, maybe even feral, you were in pain and cut, and your built up hope fallen like a card house. Belladonna came around the stone where you were, huffing. But when she noticed your bleeding and injuries, she became conscious of her mate. Bell bent to you and, sniffing your blood, gently licked at the cuts. You weren't unconscious and you were happy to know that she didn't want to tear you apart.
When you eventually recovered, you handled the rest of the wounds and looked at Belladonna. Bell was staring down at you, sadness in her pearly whites. "Hey,hey, its okay girl, just...huh, sugar we're hitting a stop sign that we can't really read. I know you're a beast and a damn good one, but you got an average guy here who needs a level of respect as anything here. So if you could just stop the roaring, snarling, and drifting for me...ha, I'll make it worth your while.", you say, an innocent smirk on your face with closed eyes. Bell didn't understand a word of English, but the feelings they gave off made her make Amens and work all of this through.
That night was her first apology. While you lay there, looking under the stars, you heard some motion and looked to your right. What you saw made you go hard slowly as you realized the situation. Belladonna was on her elbows and knees, tail in the air like a flag pole, her pussy entrance wet all around and eager. You knew what she wanted, and even though a little voice said no, that this was unfit for the deep moment you two had some time ago, you were actually all for it. Your aches and pains made it hard to sleep, so maybe getting some steam out was for the best. Getting completely bare and erect you made your way to Belladonna, who was making some quiet whimpers of excitement. The two of you were not the most standard couple, but you were arguably the happiest. Sure, big differences beside genders, but you loved her and she loved you, and that was all you needed. You weren't some weird fetish thing or sex-only driven characters in some dirt shit story, but genuine lovers and nothing was going to change that. As your member went forward, you could already feel your passions combine to solely make your relationship-. Wrong hole. When sliding in, you only had a little lubricant thanks to Bells completely juiced end. Belladonna let out a surprised roar, mixed with pain and pleasure. It was rough inside her anus, not to mention tighter than her vagina, but nonetheless the bliss was there. As you went on ramming her ass, Bell was torn between two. Either stop this new but overbearing pain, or continue to explore this new type of mating treatment. You grabbed and hugged tight against her tail. Her entire claws were in the ground trying to get a grip on reality. Bell constantly moved forward to get away, but always pushed her rear all the way up against your waist, wanting you to go deeper. There, for a brief second, your cock was exposed entirely, and then it would be engulfed whole the next second. This perfect atmosphere was sadly, yet godly, ended when you finally came in her asshole. Belladonna's walls contracted and relaxed in a pattern, getting the most of your jizz out of you with ease. The feeling of your seed in her ass was weird, going down a way it wasn't meant to, but having it where it was unthought of before, making her warm when it was cold, was amazing. You landed yourself on her back, while she laid down and, with so many things going in her mind, fell asleep. Okay, you knew for a fact now that this is the best decision you ever made. Just another night with your deathclaw lover.