Darien eagerly dives into the Deathclaw's ass, using his tongue to probe every crevice and groove as he lavishes attention on the beast's puckered hole. He laps up its musky scent, tasting both power and submission in each sip.

Meanwhile, the massive creature moans and thrashes on the ground, arching its back to present itself more fully to Darien's attentions.

With a satisfied growl, Darien pulls away from the Deathclaw's ass long enough to remove his pants and underwear. His erect cock bobs eagerly before him as he moves back in to position, guiding the head of his shaft toward the Deathclaw's waiting anus.

The beast grunts its approval, lifting a massive limb to steady itself as Darien begins to push inside.

The sensation of your body giving way beneath him, of your wet heat enveloping his cock and the knowledge that he can take whatever he wants from you...it's intoxicating. With a final thrust, Darien buries himself as deep inside you as he possibly can, growling out words of possession and dominance as he comes hard, filling you up with his seed.

His hips jerk roughly against yours as he releases himself into you, uncaring of your comfort or well-being in the face of his own desires.

For several long moments, Darien remains still inside you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to regain control over himself. Finally, with a grunt of effort, he pulls out and collapses onto the ground next to you, panting heavily.

His eyes meet yours once more, cold and unyielding. "You'll get used to this," he says simply, almost matter-of-factly. "From now on, I own you... You belong to me."