Rathelos

>fighting a Rathalos in his nest
>time your dodge wrong and get pinned down by him, your weapon flying out of your hands
>on your back with the massive wyvern's crushing weight atop you as it roars in your face, embers of flame licking out at you
>you start saying your prayers as you realize you're monster chow
>until you feel a tugging at your pants, one of the Rathalos' surprisingly dexterous talons hooked in your waistband
>with a simple, powerful tug, he rips your armored pants off, the point of his claw catching your undergarments and ripping completely through them as well
>you have no idea what he has planned for you - maybe he's stripping you naked to make you easier to swallow?
>your question gets answered when he shakes what's left of your pants off and places his foot, as large as your torso, on top of your exposed dick
>still heavy enough to keep you pinned, you're helpless to resist as he starts grinding the rough, scaly surface of it against your manhood
>you gasp at the sensation, the Rathalos using enough force that it's pushing you back and forth slightly over the ground you're laying on
>struggle as you might, trying to push the massive talon off yourself, you can't possibly hope to match the wyvern's strength
>he stares down impassionately at you, continuing despite your protests, as though he could feel your erection beginning to grow from his attendance
>the roughness isn't just limited to the grinding, either - you let out a yelp as the poisoned point of one of his claws nicks you
>slowly but surely, the poison begins to have an aphrodesiac-esque effect on you in addition to making you lightheaded
>your erection reaches raging levels in very little time, and now you find yourself begging for release despite your previous unwillingness
>your rod bobs up between the Rathalos' talons every time he pulls back, before getting pushed back down beneath his tireless, *mercilessly* ongoing grinding
>he's speeding up now, your sensitivity becoming too much to take
>finally, after what seems like an eternity, you feel pressure like nothing else build up in your loins and cum harder than you ever have before
>you shoot so much of the stuff out that you make a huge, sticky mess of yourself and the better part of the Rathalos' foot and leg
>you dimly realize that you never knew you had so much in you, as you gasp and pant for breath
>the weight finally lifts off of you, and you manage to prop yourself up on your elbows and look at the Rathalos, now rolling around onto his hindquarters
>he spreads his powerful legs, foot still covered in your spunk, as he exposes his slit to you, his large member already beginning to poke out
>even without any words, his continued impassioned staring says it all
>"I've pleasured you. Now you pleasure me."