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Sanctuary Hills. A wonderful place to live for a young woman like Taylor Andersen. Certainly better than those crammed vaults, with their stagnant air and odd scent and downright weird inhabitants. That being said, there were still good things about the underground vaults, built way back, before the bombs fell.
Taylor was the only daughter of the Sole Survivor. With both her parents around, she felt like one of the luckiest women alive. Plenty of people only had one, or maybe neither, of their parents, and she couldn’t imagine how much that must hurt.
Physically, Taylor was a strong woman, fit like one of those pre-war Olympic athletes. The other residents of Sanctuary Hills often joked that she could bench-press a super mutant, to which she just grinned and flexed her arms, essentially proving them right. She would love to fight a super mutant or two - provided she had a steady supply of Stimpaks, of course - and put her strength to good use. As it was, she had to settle for chopping wood and lifting heavy things.
Taylor wasn’t one to break the rules. She wasn’t a stickler for rules, by any means, but she wouldn’t deliberately break them - except for one. This rule was that she wasn’t allowed outside after midnight. Her parents were anxious that she would get kidnapped if she was out and about after dark, and while she understood it, she still didn’t like it. She was adamant that she could take care of herself, that no one could hurt her. Not when she was armed with a handgun and her bare fists.
Nevertheless, she broke this rule quite often to go see her boyfriend from vault 111. No one at Sanctuary Hills knew of her relationship, not even her parents whom she could tell everything. She wanted to wait for the right moment to reveal that she had a boyfriend. Thankfully, he wasn’t very far away, so seeing him wasn’t too difficult, but going out after her parents had fallen asleep was still anxiety-inducing, no matter how many times she did it.
One particular time was worse than all the others, however.
She was on her way to vault 111, like she had done so many times before, when something got her attention. Turning down the volume on her pip-boy and turning off the light, she crouched behind a cluster of bushes and peered through the branches.
Not far away, a group of super mutants stood around a campfire, shouting and grunting, while their hounds sniffed around. They probably patrolled the area. Taylor cursed inwardly and was about to quietly step back when one of the hounds stared in her direction and sniffed the air. Then it howled, and it was a most chilling and haunting sound, before its small eyes were trained on her, and Taylor knew she had been discovered.
She threw caution to the wind and bolted. The hounds were faster, however, and quickly gained on her while the ground trembled under the thundering footsteps of the super mutants and the air was filled with the haunting howls of their pets.
As she ran, she was reminded that she wasn’t completely helpless - she did have a gun with her, albeit it was only a nine millimeter handgun. Taking it out and turning around to take aim, Taylor didn’t see the hound in front of her, tripped over it, and fell face-first into the dirt.
“For Satan i Helvede ,” she cursed and clawed at the ground, trying desperately to get up. The hound put its front paws on her back to keep her down and howled again. This time, it sounded slightly different and was probably a sign to its masters that it had caught the prey.
“I won’t go down that easily,” Taylor snarled, turned around, and shot the hound in the head, unloading an entire magazine in its awfully ugly face. It whimpered and withdrew while shaking its head.
“No!” one of the closest super mutants roared, and before Taylor knew what was really happening, the world was turned upside down, and a sinking feeling settled in her stomach, and she realized she had been picked up by one of the super mutants.
“Put me down!” she screeched and pounded on the mutant’s arm, but the monster was impervious to her - feeble - attack. The super mutant simply roared in her face, and the stench emanating from its mouth was enough to make her gag.
The super mutant turned around and began walking back to the campfire, and although Taylor used all her strength, the super mutant remained unbothered by her pounding and kicking and screaming that gradually lost all power.
“Please don’t eat me,” she whimpered and squirmed in the tight grip, but all the monsters did were laugh.
“Tasty dinner,” one of them growled.
Then, just as the super mutant was about to put her in the massive cauldron, something flashed from the side, and the super mutant yelled in what Taylor hoped was pain. It dropped her, and she just barely managed to fall beside the cauldron. She whipped her head from side to side in the hopes of catching a glimpse of who had saved her.
When she saw, she nearly screamed.
It wasn’t a ‘who’ that had saved her, but rather a ‘what’.
Feasting on the unhygienic flesh of the super mutants was a giant radscorpion. The sheer size of it had Taylor’s mind boggling, and she recoiled in horror, accidentally knocking her head against the cauldron and thus producing a loud metallic sound. The radscorpion scuttered, turned around, and looked straight at Taylor.
For the second time that night, she threw caution to the wind and bolted as soon as she got to her feet. She didn’t get very far, however, before a piercing pain bloomed in her left leg, and she doubled over, clutching the leg with a whimper. Another attempt at fleeing failed as her vision got fuzzy around the edges and she began feeling woozy. She crawled away from the radscorpion, but it didn’t take long for the beast to catch up to her, and when it did, Taylor expected it to kill her.
Instead, it grabbed her with its massive claws and hoisted her high up in the air, like a trophy, and started expertly navigating through the forest. Taylor recognized the area, seeing as she had been here countless times, yet fear covered her body in small droplets. She didn’t know what the radscorpion wanted with her; it hadn’t killed her yet, and since it was spending so much time and energy carrying her somewhere, it almost seemed like it had bigger plans for her. But what plans could a creature like a giant radscorpion possibly have for a human female like her?
She didn’t have to speculate much longer, or rather, she didn’t get to before they had reached what was obviously the beast’s lair. It was a giant hill, and the entrance was blocked by a massive boulder.
“Please don’t,” Taylor whimpered and squirmed in the radscorpion’s grip, but it was futile; the creature effortlessly used its many legs to pry the boulder away from the entrance. With the lair no longer being blocked, Taylor could see light inside it, and curiosity had her forgetting to fight, which was all the radscorpion was looking for.
The second she stopped squirming, it dropped her on the ground and scuttered out of the lair.
“Hey! Don’t leave me here!” Taylor shouted and ran to the entrance that quickly closed, the massive boulder being rolled back in front of it. She pounded on it, but the only result was a sore hand. Once alone, she noticed how eerily quiet it was in here. There might be light - and thus, electricity - but there was no humming as there usually was.
She turned around to get a look at her new living situation, and was surprised to find it was almost like a pre-war house. There even was something like a bathroom to the right of the room. Venturing closer revealed a bathtub and a toilet. She tried flushing. It worked.
“What the hell does a radscorpion need a working toilet for? Not to mention a bathtub,” Taylor wondered to herself and stroked her fingertips over the porcelain of the bathtub.
The rest of the lair was rather empty, albeit comfortably warm. There was nowhere to sleep, not a bed or a couch or even a sleeping bag, so Taylor was forced to sleep on the floor. That night, she lay awake and watched the clock on her pip-boy get closer and closer to midnight.
“Happy birthday, Taylor,” she mumbled when the digits showed 12:00am. “Welcome to adulthood.” Her eyes got misty when she remembered that she had been on her way to her boyfriend. He knew she was supposed to come tonight. What would he say when she didn’t show up? Would he be worried? Would he start searching for her?
She scoffed softly at herself. “Of course he will. He loves you, of course he’ll be worried and start searching,” she mumbled and turned on her back with her arms behind her head, staring up at the ceiling.
She must have fallen asleep eventually, because she woke up to the sound of the boulder being moved. Sitting up as if pulled by a wire, she wasn’t even properly awake when she scooted back towards the bathroom, hoping to hide.
However, she didn’t get very far before the radscorpion entered the cave-turned-house. Upon entering, it looked around, as if searching for her. Taylor stayed very still and quiet, putting a hand over her mouth to try and silence her breathing. The beast hissed, and she could hear its many legs tap over the ground. Tears sprung to her eyes as she laid flat beneath the bathtub, desperately hoping to remain in hiding.
It seemed to work, until the radscorpion searched the bathroom with a claw, and Taylor yelped when the tip touched her hips.
“For helvede ,” she cursed and wiggled further towards the wall, but the radscorpion would have none of it - it grabbed her ankle and dragged her out from hiding. She had expected the claws to hurt, but oddly enough, they didn’t, even though they could probably slice through steel with ease.
When the creature didn’t make any attempt on her life, Taylor slowly got to her feet and, staring intensely at her ‘host’, sneaked out of the bathroom. She had hoped that the radscorpion had forgotten to block the entrance, but no such luck. The boulder was back in place.
Taylor decided she might as well explore the rest of the house now that she was here. One of the rooms was bigger than the others, and in here, there was a breeding bench. She had seen them before at the Abernathy farm, but couldn’t for the life of her figure out why a giant radscorpion would need one of those. It was, essentially, a huge slab of concrete on a low piedestal placed on the ground, and was made so that Brahmin and other creatures had an easier time procreating.
Another room had a giant nest made of branches and dirt, clearly made for the radscorpion.
She walked out of the nesting room and towards the kitchen. It seemed to have been stripped of food, but she did find a couple of bottles of cooking oil. Like this creature could cook...!
Taylor had been so engrossed in exploring that she hadn’t heard the boulder move, but the sudden influx of light made her turn her head. Dragging with it a huge mattress was the radscorpion, and her heart leapt into her throat - maybe now she could escape! The entrance was free! However, some kind of force had her feet stuck to the ground, and no matter how much she wanted to run, she seemed unable to.
“Is that for me?” she asked feebly and pointed at the mattress, and, believe it or not, the radscorpion bobbed its entire upper body in what she perceived to be a nod. Taylor’s mouth dropped, and she clumsily backed away so that the creature had room to maneuver the mattress into one of the empty rooms. Her room, probably, by the looks of it.
She crept towards the room as the radscorpion exited and threw herself onto the mattress. It was wonderfully comfortable compared to the floor, and she couldn’t believe it, but she quietly thanked the radscorpion.
Then there was another sound of something metallic being dragged over the ground, and Taylor stuck her head out of the room to inspect the noise. It was a giant barrel of water that the radscorpion was dragging towards the bathroom.
“What... what are you doing ?” she asked incredulously and hesitantly followed the creature. Turned out, it poured the contents of the barrel into the bathtub. This was a game changer for Taylor. It was... intelligent enough to understand her, and intelligent enough to know what a bathtub was used for. Intelligent enough to fill it with water so she could get clean.
Taylor crept into the bathroom beside the radscorpion and, while keeping a sharp eye on her captor, dipped a hand into the water. It was warm. Not enough to be scalding, but just on the comfortable side.
“Look away,” she ordered, and a part of her scolded her for thinking the beast would be clever enough to understand the order, but that part was stunned into silence when the giant creature turned around and even put its claws over its face. With hurried fingers, Taylor undid her vault suit and threw it on the floor before lowering herself into the warm water. A deep, content moan left her, and she leaned her head back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.
Silence settled over them, and when Taylor hadn’t heard the creature move in a while, she opened her eyes a sliver to look at it. It had turned around and now watched her with its many eyes.
“Thank you,” she mumbled and turned her gaze away. The radscorpion hissed softly, and Taylor couldn’t help a small smile.
As it turned out, the radscorpion didn’t want to kill her. Taylor realized this early on during the next few days, seeing as it didn’t hurt a blonde hair on her head. Instead, it seemed like it almost tried communicating with her. It screeched and hissed and swung its deadly tail and stinger, all in very specific, almost hypnotic ways. The creature seemed to understand when she talked, and although it, obviously, couldn’t talk back, she liked to think she understood it as well.
Occasionally, when she couldn’t find something, she would curse. Upon mentioning the item she couldn’t find, her saviour-turned-captor clicked its mandibles and claws, upon which the creature left the house. Puzzled, she would stare after the radscorpion until the boulder was back in place, and then go about her day.
She was even more puzzled when the radscorpion came back - carrying the item she couldn’t find earlier. Obviously not the exact same, but something similar.
At other times, when she grew sad and homesick and just wanted to scream and cry, it was like the radscorpion could feel her mood and react accordingly. When these moods hit, and she was sulking in her room, her captor lowered its claws and seemed almost... hesitant to be near her. As if it didn’t want to further upset her. As if it... regretted abducting her.
It was almost like it cared for and about her.
Like it considered her a friend.
It was a few days later that Taylor learned that it actually did see her as more than just a captive. She wandered around the house, trying to find something to do, when she heard a noise by the entrance. Thinking it was the radscorpion returning home, she went to greet it, but when the boulder was removed, it wasn’t her saviour-turned-captor she saw, but rather another radscorpion. She shrieked and jumped back, but it was too late - the enemy had detected her and jumped her. It pinned her to the ground and swung its stinger rapidly from side to side, no doubt relishing her terrified pheromones.
“No, please, no, don’t hurt me!” she screamed and thrashed, trying to push the radscorpion off of her. It was no use - the enemy was infinitely much stronger than her. Tears began welling up into her eyes; she didn’t want to die!
The radscorpion was about to sting her when it suddenly disappeared, and a terrible screech as well as a tearing sound filled the air. Taylor sat up and immediately crawled backwards to get away. Panting heavily and with tears streaming down her face, she watched a most unusual scene unfold - two radscorpions fighting. She had dirt under her nails, some of which had broken when she had clawed at the scorpion’s plated armour.
The two beasts wrestled, hissed, and screeched, but the fight ended quickly and had her saviour as the victor.
“Oh, thank God,” she whispered and ran to her radscorpion to hug it tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She squeezed herself tightly against her captor’s armoured body, only vaguely noticing that she was as good as naked. Her vault suit had been torn when the opposing radscorpion had been ripped off of her. She didn’t pay it too much attention, though - she was just happy to be alive. Besides, her captor had seen her naked plenty of times before, so it wasn’t like this was anything new.
The radscorpion hissed softly and swung its stinger slowly from side to side, bringing its claws up to hug her as well.
It definitely considered her a friend; someone to protect; someone to take care of.
In the following days, they sat closer when Taylor read, and they ate together, although Taylor found the radscorpion’s diet disgusting. They ‘talked’ more, and the way Taylor spoke to him turned softer and kinder. She now understood that the radscorpion wanted to make her stay here a comfortable one, and for that, she was eternally grateful. So many creatures only thought of murdering and eating their victims, or worse.
One day, when Taylor woke up, there was a sticky feeling between her legs. She groaned softly and turned on her back, a numb and tingling hand slowly making its way to her crotch. It was, indeed, wet, and she didn’t understand why. At first, she feared she might have accidentally wet herself in her sleep, and she frowned lightly. She fought to open her eyes and blinked a few times to get her vision under control.
She lifted her hand and looked at the fingers she had used to feel the wetness. They were red, a few black clots mixing with what smelled like blood. Staring at the blood, she was completely taken aback.
Obviously, she knew what it was. She was eighteen years old and born in a woman’s body. It was bound to happen sooner or later - her period. It was just a wonder it hadn’t happened sooner. Taylor was the only teenager at Sanctuary Hills who still hadn’t gotten her period upon reaching fourteen years of age. When it still hadn’t come two years later, she had been ashamed. It wasn’t like she looked forward to the monthly pain, or the blood, or the fatigue, but she did look forward to becoming a woman. Not to mention that the other teenagers made fun of her for not having gotten it yet.
Her mom had taken her to several doctors, but none of them had been able to tell why she was a late bloomer. Their best bet was that she was so athletic that her body simply didn’t have the excess energy to begin her period. They had explained that sometimes, when a woman is extremely muscular, strong, or athletic, the muscles would take up all the energy the body would otherwise need to start producing eggs.
Satisfied with this explanation, her mom had taken up the mantle of explaining the whole process to Taylor. Everything from what happened, biologically, to what she would need once it did happen.
She would need water to hydrate, and something to absorb the blood. Preferably something sweet to eat, as well, just for comfort.
Taylor got up, and as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, a heaviness settled in her lower stomach, and she groaned quietly, putting a hand on the area. She got up, and it felt like her intestines fell out through her vagina.
“Hvad fanden i Helvede,” she whispered and laughed softly and stumbled out of her room to enter the radscorpion’s nesting room. She found him sleeping in his nest, and she felt a bit sheepish as she walked over to him and gently patted his head.
“Hey.”
He didn’t respond, so she patted him a bit firmer.
“Hey, I, uhm, I kinda need something.”
The radscorpion hissed softly, but it was far from threatening, instead inquisitive.
“I’m... I’m bleeding. From down there,” she mumbled and felt a blush go over her face. The creature let out another inquisitive sound and slowly lifted himself on his many legs before looking at her. “I need some fresh, cold water and something that can absorb the blood. Plus, something good to eat, if you can manage that.”
The radscorpion screeched and clicked his claws, upon which Taylor chuckled.
“Don’t worry, it’s totally normal, it happens to every woman I have met.”
He clicked his mandibles and came over to her and lifted a claw. There was a time where Taylor would have been nervous, or even scared, of what the radscorpion would do, but now she was just curious.
As it turned out, he simply ran the edge of his claw over the slit of her bloody pussy. An involuntary shiver went through her, and she gasped softly, her eyes widening as she looked at the radscorpion. Seemingly not noticing her reaction, he moved the claw to his face and seemed to sniff the bloody edge.
Then he hurried out of the house. Puzzled as to his behaviour, Taylor looked after him and drew a soft sigh. There was no telling what he was up to. Hopefully he would come through for her.
Not thirty minutes later, he returned with a barrel of water, a couple bottles of - clean - water, and something that looked soft and fuzzy.
The barrel of water was rolled into the bathroom while the bottles and fuzzy material were dropped onto the ground for Taylor to pick up.
The bottles of water were wonderfully cold and felt so damn good rolling over her tongue and down her throat. She emptied almost half of one of them before she looked closer at the soft and fuzzy material. It turned out to be pieces of a fur coat. Taylor grimaced as she picked it up; the material felt gross and would definitely need a thorough rinse before going anywhere near her cunt.
She knew he had done his best, and she was very thankful for that.
So, she took the pieces of fur and brought it into the bathroom where the radscorpion had finished loading the lukewarm water into the bathtub. She lowered herself into it and started rubbing the fur pieces together to get the dirt and grime out of it. As she worked and cleaned herself, she noticed that the radscorpion watched her intensely.
Eventually, the water turned disgusting, and Taylor got out of the tub to dry off, leaving the fur to hang over the edge of the tub so they could dry as well. Naked and glistening, she looked at herself in the broken mirror above the sink. Her face seemed slightly fleshier without being fat, and when she dried off her breasts, she noticed they were a lot more sensitive than usual, as well as feeling softer. Just touching them with a towel, a shiver rolled through her, and she couldn’t help a soft moan, immediately blushing and glancing at the radscorpion to see if he had noticed anything.
He just watched her, his many eyes glistening and his stinger swinging slowly from side to side.
Taylor quickly dried herself and wrapped the towel around her body before hurrying to her room. Here, she spent some time warming up her body. She was no stranger to the joys of the flesh - she was, however, new to how sensitive her entire body was. Areas that previously seemed devoid of nerve endings were now set ablaze by the most fleeting of touches. Places that had never brought her pleasure now had her inhaling sharply and biting her lip.
Now, she truly understood the intensity of the so-called ‘erogenous zones’, and she definitely understood the appeal of touching them. Small jolts of electricity went through her whenever her fingers brushed against her nipples or over her clit; it made her head swim and made her eyelids slide over her blue eyes, shielding them from the dim lights of her room.
It seemed to take forever, yet no time at all. Touching her clit proved the most rewarding; she would feel elated, and her body would buzz with excitement. She started out just stroking the little nub, up and down, gentle at first. Then, as she grew more comfortable with these new sensations, she got braver; she began rubbing it a bit firmer, now in small, sharp circles, and that definitely yielded positive results.
Her back arched slightly off the bed, and she couldn’t believe how good everything felt. With her boyfriend, things hadn’t been this intense. She loved him, and she was certain he loved her as well, yet these sensations had never been so intense or appeared so quickly.
She remembered the first time he had gotten in her vault suit - he had found her hole and immediately thought that was her cunt. It made her snort thinking back. He was a bit naive and didn’t know a lot about sex, but to be fair, neither did she. They were just having a bit of fun together, learning together, being awkward together.
She kind of missed him.
It came as a surprise to her, however, that she didn’t feel much remorse or guilt over the fact that she would probably never see him again. At least not right now.
Right now, she was prepared to hump the goddamn radscorpion in the next room just to see what would happen. It was like her body was urging her to do things she would never normally do, things she would normally find repulsive. However, the idea of being with the radscorpion didn’t seem like such a bad idea. What was the worst that could happen? He clearly didn’t want to hurt her, let alone kill her. His diet consisted mostly of already dead creatures, so she wasn’t in danger of being eaten, either.
Taylor looked at the closed door and bit her lower lip as she fondled her clit. She panted heavily and let out the occasional moan and whimper, the powerful sensations growing ever more powerful by the second as she touched herself.
‘No,’ she told herself, ‘it’s probably the wisest not to do something you might regret later.’ With a subdued whine, she pressed her fingers firmer against her clit and rubbed it firmer and faster, making her gasp and grunt before biting her lip harder. She didn’t want to make her activities too obvious, although she didn’t know why. It wasn’t like this was bad ... right?
All of a sudden, her breathing started coming faster, and she could hear the blood thundering in her ears, and she choked out a gasp, couldn’t stop touching herself, and then, there , that felt amazing ---!
Her body spasmed and jerked, and she couldn’t hold back a series of suppressed sounds, her cunt clenching hard around nothing. She felt light as a feather, and it really felt like she was floating on a cloud, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open as her back arched off the bed.
It lasted for so long her mind went blank and fuzzy, and when she opened her eyes a sliver, her vision was blurry and she couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing.
“Fuck mig ,” Taylor whispered and laughed softly, putting a hand on her forehead. It was damp with sweat, and she wiped it off with the back of her hand.
For a few minutes, she just relaxed and got her breathing under control again. Then she turned on her side, a dopey smile on her face.
Now, falling asleep took no time at all.
It took roughly three days for the bleeding to stop. During these three days, Taylor was in excruciating pain, and although her mom had told her that exercising would help relieve the pains, she absolutely did not feel like exercising when it felt like her uterus and ovaries were tearing themselves apart. It was misery, but the radscorpion was gentle in all things he did. He brought her good food and bottles of clean water every day. He even managed to find her sugary treats to bring her comfort.
During these three days, Taylor slept a lot, almost only awake to visit the bathroom and eat.
When the three days were over, and there no more bleeding, she was happy and felt oddly reborn, like it had been a transformation. Maybe it had been - it was her first period, after all. That was pretty big!
Taylor relaxed as she walked through the house, a new-found delight in the art on the walls making her smile. It came as a surprise to her when the radscorpion came up to her and gently took a hold of her arm in one of its claws.
“What is it?” she asked warmly and stroked his pincer. He hissed in a soft, endearing way and led her to the room with the breeding bench. Confusion welled up in her chest, and she frowned lightly. Not only had she never seen him in this room before, she had also never been in here with him.
“What are you doing?” she asked and looked at him, but this time, he didn’t answer - he simply made her bend over the bench, and now she understood what his idea was.
“You can’t be--- oh .”
She turned around and saw him standing on his hindlegs, and between his legs bobbed something truly monstrous - roughly a foot and a half long, it was pitchblack and at least as thick as her arm. Considering her strong and athletic build, that wasn’t something to take lightly. The head was red as the blood she had been dripping for the past three days, and, despite its intensity, was a mild contrast to the blackness of the shaft. Furthermore, it was flat like that of a horse cock and littered with spikes and barbs. It was terrifying to behold, and there was absolutely no way that thing was going near her.
“You are not being serious right now,” she said, trying to sound powerful and dominant, like she was the one in control. The power was taken out of her words, however, by the wavering in her voice.
It was somewhat embarrassing to think, but this was the first cock she had ever seen. Despite having a boyfriend, she had never seen the equipment a man packed. She had touched her his dick, but that had been with a hand down his pants and without having it whipped out. Yet she wasn’t stupid or ignorant of what the radscorpion wanted - he wanted to fuck her, and that was a terrifying thought.
“It’s not going to fit!” Taylor claimed and tried pulling away, but the radscorpion changed position to stand behind her and loom in over her, his massive pincers holding her down. Determined not to let anything non-consensual happen between them, Taylor took a few deep, steadying breaths and tried to get her body to stop trembling. She was only partly successful.
With a final shaky exhale, she reached a hand down to feel him. He was completely dry. There was no... what was it called? Pre-cum? Yeah, that sounded about right. There was none of that, and that, coupled with the size of the thing, made her stomach tighten with unease. If he was successful in penetrating her, then it was going to hurt like a bitch if she didn’t do something about her own situation.
She had heard her friends and other teenagers in Sanctuary Hills talk about sex like it was the greatest thing invented since the Tech Vaults. It was fantastic, it was wonderful, it was amazing! Provided that both parties were equally into it, of course, and that the woman was thoroughly wet. As wet as possible. Taylor assumed this was so the slide and drag of the man’s cock would be easier and not hurt as much, but she was far from sure - she had never bothered to ask.
Realizing she wasn’t going to get there like this, and that she needed some assistance, she squirmed to get on her back and look up at the radscorpion.
“Wait, please, wait, I have an idea,” she whispered and held up her hands in the universal ‘stop’ motion. The radscorpion hissed and snapped his claws, but nonetheless complied and moved off of her to allow her to get down from the bench and do her thing. She could see in his many eyes and in his body language that he wasn’t happy about this, and it sent a chill down her spine that made her shiver. His swinger swung quickly from side to side, and he clicked his mandibles impatiently. There was no doubt that he was fighting the instinct to forcefully bend her over the bench and take what he wanted, with no care for her pleasure or pain.
“I’ll be quick,” Taylor mumbled and ducked beneath his pincers to dash to the kitchen. Here, she quickly found the cabinet with the cooking oils. She didn’t know if her plan was a good one, but she had to try - there was no way she was going to get herself wet enough to accommodate a cock of his size in the conventional way. So, oil it was.
She returned to the breeding room on shaky legs and clutched the dark-green bottle tightly in her hands. The radscorpion screeched softly and stepped away from the bench to allow her to resume her position.
With a shaky exhale and trembling fingers, she unscrewed the cap and poured some of the oil into the palm of her hand. It smelled weird and was probably way too old to be useful for anything close to resembling cooking.
Then she reached out for his cock again and smothered the wet, sticky substance over his head, a soft gasp escaping her as he hissed and instinctively pushed into her hand. The oil quickly got massaged into his skin, and so, she added more, and more, and more, until his head and some of the shaft were completely slippery and covered in oil. It glistened faintly in the dim light and was actually... quite enchanting to watch, the way his cock jerked and twitched as she touched him.
When she deemed her work on his cock sufficient, she laid down on her back on the bench and poured more oil into her hand, this time to apply it to herself. It was, thankfully, a comfortable temperature, and the more oil she rubbed into her cunt and the surrounding area, the more she relaxed. This wasn’t ideal, but Hell, when had sex with a giant radscorpion ever been ideal?
As she touched herself, there might even have been some very real pussy juices leaking down her thighs, not just oil.
She willingly turned over on her stomach, legs spread and head bent slightly forward. Her breathing was still quick, and she couldn’t bring herself to relax a hundred percent - this was just too foreign and unexpected.
Taylor didn’t get much time to think, however, before she felt the massive, flared head of the radscorpion’s cock part her outer lips. His head was warm and slippery, but it still felt impossibly big. There was only so much that cooking oil could do.
“Så sker det sgu ,” she whispered and closed her eyes, forcing herself to slump against the bench in an attempt to relax.
Then he pressed forward, slowly pushing the head into her, and Taylor gasped loudly and bit her lower lip, clenching her hands into fists. Oddly enough, it wasn’t as painful as she had thought it was going to be; clearly, the oil did its job as a lubricant. By no means was it comfortable, oh no, but it was more bearable than she had expected.
Her cunt stretched around the massive head and, when that was seated inside her, the shaft. She breathed quickly, almost panting, and there was a sweat on her brow. It was an intense and strange sensation - her body stretching to accommodate him. The pain was dull yet somehow sharp, and she was trembling all over as he gradually pushed deeper inside her.
Soon after he had penetrated her, she could feel him meeting resistance as he tried getting deeper. Her hymen, no doubt. Taylor gritted her teeth and gave an almost imperceptible nod, granting the radscorpion permission to break it.
She knew now that she was going to lose her virginity, and she was going to lose it to an animal, a giant radscorpion. It was a bizarre thought, but oddly enough, she found that she didn’t mind. Not when it was him. He might be an animal, but he was also a friend, and that triumphed over anything else.
In that moment, Taylor knew that she wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to take one of the most precious gifts she had to offer - her virginity. It was the oddest of realizations, and it made her already galloping heart beat even faster, maybe even skip a beat. A smile breached her lips, and a couple of tears sprung into her eyes. Not because she was in pain, but because this was so emotional.
The pressure on her hymen increased, and the radscorpion put a giant pincer on her forearm, silently asking if she was sure, if he could continue.
“No one else than you could do this,” she whispered, voice brimming with warmth. She was surprised to see how much control he gave her, how much he actually cared for her pleasure and/or pain. It was very touching, and this was the moment she found herself relaxed and pliant on the bench.
He really did care for her. He really did see her as his friend, his equal.
She nodded again and braced herself, couldn’t help tensing in anticipation of the pain she expected. She felt his heavy, heated gaze on her and turned her head to look at him, the smile still on her lips.
Then she felt him pull slightly back, the head just barely inside her, before he shoved himself deep into her. As deep as he could, however - the hymen was stronger than she had expected, and so was the pain. She screamed, and even though her body jerked, she didn’t move out of the spot. She had a feeling he wouldn’t let her, anyway.
He pulled back again, slammed forward, battered against her hymen. Taylor gritted her teeth and let out a pained whimper, and she felt her core tighten. She had expected him to pull back once more, but instead, he pressed insistently against her, his wide and flared head snug against her hymen. She whimpered again and bowed her head further, trying desperately to relax.
With considerably more pressure, and another hard thrust, her maiden-head finally broke, and she let out a wail of pain. Her hands clenched into tight fists on the breeding bench, but she managed to relax a sliver more. The pain wasn’t as intense as she had expected, surprisingly, but she still didn’t exactly enjoy it.
As her hymen tore, Taylor felt a shudder go through her and something warm and thick slide down her thighs. She arched her back to see, and two things almost caused her brain to short-circuit. One being the massive cock that was, somehow, buried deep inside her. Two being the warm and thick fluid seeping down her thighs - blood. There was quite a lot of it, and it was a wonder she was still standing, although, admittedly, her legs were trembling something awful.
“Fucking Hell,” she whispered and breathed deeply, letting out a chuckle of disbelief at the bizarre situation she was in. She was officially no longer a virgin. She had lost her virginity to a freaking radscorpion! How crazy was that?!
The pincer on her arm shifted a bit so that the claws touched her hand, and she unclenched the hand to turn it around and let her fingers trace the faint ridges and bumps on his claw.
She realized he hadn’t moved in quite a while after he had broken her maiden-head, and she squeezed his claw gently.
“Y-You can move,” she said softly. The radscorpion hissed quietly and shifted a bit on his legs before he began pushing deeper into her, and since her hymen no longer stood in the way, she could draw a sigh of relief and just focus on the faint traces of pleasure. As time went by, the pleasure slowly but steadily intensified, even as her cervix was forced open to let in the radscorpion’s massive cock.
When the tip of his cock pushed into her womb, Taylor cried out, and her cunt automatically clenched around him to make him hiss again, this time louder. The pleasure that had been building in the pit of her stomach instantly dropped, and she was left with intense pain as the radscorpion pressed deeper inside her.
“I take it back, don’t move,” she whispered and laughed breathlessly, making a face. Sensing that she was only half-way serious, he clicked his mandibles in a series of short, rapid clicks and leaned firmer against her, no doubt in an attempt to soothe her. To his credit, though, he didn’t move any further. She breathed deeply and focused on the smell of him - earth and something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but which stung her nose slightly. Inhaling his scent and feeling the weight of him, Taylor managed to relax once more, and she gave a short bob of her head.
“Go, but be gentle with me, your cock is huge, and it’s in my fucking womb,” she mumbled and leaned against the breeding bench under the weight of him. He clicked his mandibles again and pulled slightly back, the tip of his cock catching on her cervix, and then he pushed forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
Taylor gasped and grit her teeth, clenching her hands and closing her eyes tightly.
“Fucking hell,” she growled again and hung her head. Her legs shook, and it was good that she was leaning against the breeding bench, otherwise she would probably have fallen to the floor in a heap.
The radscorpion began grinding against her. He moved his body in shallow, gentle thrusts, and as time progressed, Taylor relaxed again. She even began enjoying the pain that came with the thrusts and the penetration of her womb. She became almost shamefully aware of how wet she was getting, and the slide of his cock became easier and more natural the wetter she got. The pain gradually subsided, and eventually, she found herself moaning softly with every move of her partner.
That is, until he pulled all the way out of her womb and cunt, and drilled all the way inside her again, fucking her cervix anew.
“Fuck! Christ, can you give a girl a warning,” she snarled and clenched her hands again, but forced herself to relax as he began thrusting in earnest.
Soon enough, pleasure began building in her stomach again, and Taylor couldn’t help but reach between her legs to touch herself like she had a few days before. She could feel her lips stretch around the massive cock, and her clit throbbed even before she touched it. As she did, however, she moaned loudly and pressed her forehead against her other arm, rubbing the throbbing bud slowly in small circles. The pleasure spiked, and she let out a soft gasp and couldn’t help but buck herself back against her lover, eager for more, even as he fucked her cervix and womb.
The radscorpion hissed and thrust faster, and Taylor was thrown off her rhythm.
“For fanden da også ,” she cursed and sent the radscorpion an annoyed glance over her shoulder. Not that he cared, of course - he was somewhat busy, and he kept thrusting into her, hard and fast enough that the teeth rattled in her skull. With a lot of work, and even more time, they eventually found a rhythm that worked for both of them - him fucking her and her touching herself like mad. Her fingers rubbed her clit in sharp circles, and short puffs of air left her wide open mouth.
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly when she neared her orgasm, pleasure fogging over her brain and making her hump back against her lover like a mindless animal.
“Yes, yes yes yes,” she continued and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, fondling herself faster as she could feel her core tighten. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
He didn’t, of course.
Instead, as if he could sense her quickly approaching orgasm, he leaned in over her and fucked her viciously. Taylor cried out again, a beautiful sound of pain and pleasure in one combination, and her cunt fluttered as best it could with the huge cock inside as she came.
Feeling light as a feather, and as if all tension ebbed out of her, Taylor furiously rubbed her clit, moaning and panting like a proper whore. She vaguely felt him reach climax as well, spurting thick ropes of hot cum straight into her womb, and the knowledge that he was coating her insides with potent cum made her come again, even though she hadn’t even finished her first orgasm yet.
Time seemed to come to a stand-still as this happened, and her mouth was wide open while her eyes were closed, pleasure making her shudder and tremble all over. The radscorpion, she realized, hissed loudly and pressed hard against her. His cock throbbed, and another few strings of cum ended deep within Taylor, making her moan shakily.
“Jesus,” she whispered and laughed breathlessly, slumping against the breeding bench. “You’ve got a lot to give, huh? Then again, I suppose it’s been a while...”
He let out a deep, rumbling hiss and pulled out a few seconds later. The motion was accompanied by a wet ‘plop’, and Taylor moaned as a dull ache settled in her cunt. As he pulled out, she felt several things; one, disappointment that she was now empty. Two, a stream of fluids seeping out of her well-used pussy and down the inside of her powerful thighs. Three, her heart skipping a beat.
“You really know how to treat a girl.”
He made the same deep, rumbling sound again and slumped against her, smothering her against the breeding bench and making her laugh breathlessly.
For a minute or two, there was silence in the breeding room. The only sound was that of their breathing returning to normal. When he had come down from his high, the radscorpion pulled back and lowered himself to the ground again, his many eyes watching Taylor intently. She turned around to face him, a smile ghosting over her lips.
“Thank you,” she said with warmth in her voice and crouched down to kiss him between the eyes. He chirped softly and closed them, only opening them when she pulled back.
They shared a long glance before he scuttered away, and Taylor caught herself looking after him, still with the smile on her face.
Then she wobbled out of the room and to her own bed. As she laid down, she couldn’t help replaying what had just happened, in her mind, and she felt giddy and elated.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.