Lez moth

//win fight, choose sex
The despondent moth-girl sits before you, beginning to tear up. Maybe it's just pity, but now that the immediate danger is gone, you're not quite to opposed to the idea of getting intimate. Seeing how much this seems to mean to her, you decide to give the moth what she wants.

You put away [weapon] and step towards her. She looks confused for a moment, clearly not understanding your change of heart. She lets out a startled "<i>Eep!</i>" as you grasp her firmly by the shoulders and pull her close to you. This near to the moth, you catch a whiff of her pheromones, but they don't have nearly the same effect as before. As you stare deep into her onyx eyes, a warm blush spreads across her cheeks. You lean in even closer.

As soon as your lips contact hers, she melts in your arms. You take the initiative and press your [tongue] into her eager mouth. Her hands start to roam over your body, and you reciprocate gladly. You feel the supple curve of her breasts and softness of her plush rear. She moans into you, and you can't wait any longer. You lay the moth gently onto the damp earth. Looking down at her, naked and willing, you can't tell what made you hesitate in the first place. You kneel down to join your moth lover. Kissing her once again, your hands drift over her thighs towards her soaking snatch.

"<i>Please, touch me...</i>" she mumbles. You need no further encouragement, so you happily strip out of your [armor] and descend upon the horny moth. Spurred on by the inviting look she’s giving you, you’re not sure if you can hold yourself back, but it seems the moth-girl has designs of her own. Her hands are insatiable, almost outpacing your own ardor. One pair attacks your [breasts], while the other starts to probe at your nethers. With a cocky smirk on her face, she simultaneously tweaks your nipples and flicks your clit. This dual offensive leaves you dazed, temporarily giving the smug moth the advantage.

Not wanting to be outdone, you get to work on your partner, groping and caressing her voluptuous body. You’re surprised by the chill of the chitinous plates covering her abdomen but delighted to find she’s still squishy in the right places. Exploring the moth-girl’s body, you find the base of her wings to be especially sensitive, prompting a moan from her every time you brush the spot where they join her back. Struck by an amorous idea, you turn around to face her feet, granting your mouth access to her waiting prize. You dig in eagerly, exploring her depths with your [tongue]. Her warm folds accept your intrusion, and you savor her sweet, almost syrupy taste. The moth is stunned by your sudden assault, reeling from the pleasure.

The moth-girl's inaction is starting to make you impatient, so you grind your [ass] into her face. She seems to take the hint and begins licking your [pussy]. Her tongue proves to be much longer and thinner than you expected, almost like a proboscis. The cool sensation of it stretching deep inside of you is certainly unique, but her expert technique soon has you grunting and groaning. As she services you, her hands continue to wander, tracing along the length of your thighs. Their approach towards your sensitive clit leaves you shivering in anticipation, and when they finally reach their goal, you moan in ecstasy. You return her affection by giving her plump butt a nice squeeze. Before long, the action has reduced each of you into sweaty, panting messes.

You both pick up the pace in an attempt to make the other cum first. The way her long, snaking tongue wriggles inside you makes you doubt your chances, but still you dive back in, determined to win. Ignoring the growing heat in your loins, you pull out every trick you can think of, trying to overwhelm your opponent. Your persistence pays off when you feel the moth tense up beneath you. A final blow to the weak spot on her back finishes her off. Every muscle in her body strains itself as she convulses in pleasure. Despite the moth-girl's apparent loss of motor control, her tongue doesn't let up, and you soon follow her over the edge.

//lose fight/submit
The moth proves to be too much for you. All your energy is focused solely on staying upright, and you're powerless to stop her advances.

The lusty moth-girl draws closer to you until you're standing face to face. As she stares deep into your eyes, you feel her four slender arms grip your sides firmly. She leans in and you catch a whiff of her intoxicating aroma. The aphrodisiac effect is only enhanced by the titillating moan she lets out as she pulls you in for a kiss. This near to the moth, her smell completely overrides your capacity for rational thought. Gently, tenderly, she presses even closer to you, deepening the kiss. You feel her long, thin tongue snake into your mouth and tangle with yours. She pulls back for a moment, and you can feel her shallow breaths on your ear, but you no longer have the strength to turn your head.

"<i>You're perfect...</i>"

Your head feels light, and your legs start to give out from under you, but the moth is there to catch you. She lovingly lowers you to the ground and starts stripping you of your [armor]. Her tender fingers drift over your body and linger in all the right places. Her skilled ministrations send shivers down your spine, and every time her fingers leave your skin, you're left aching for their return. You hear her coo softly as she explores every inch of you.

"<i>And now you're all mine,</i>" she purrs.

You're now stark naked, but it doesn't matter to you anymore. The only things you're capable of processing are the woman on top of you and the grass beneath. The moth-girl slings one leg over and starts straddling you. Her hands return to groping you, and each touch sends a ripple of pleasure through your body. Two of her hands slip away from your skin as she starts fondling her pliable breasts. She begins to grind her crotch into your abdomen, and her exposed pussy leaves a wet trail on your [skin].

After a painfully long wait, she moves her fingers towards your aching sex. Her delightful digits dance across your [skin], teasing their way down your thighs, but never quite reach their destination. Your [pussy] is twitching with arousal, and the chemicals swirling through your head rob you of rational thought. All that’s left within you is the burning need for her touch. You look up at the moth-girl to beg, but your eyes freeze when they meet hers. Those abyssal pits give you the strange sensation of being swallowed whole, the entire rest of the world fading from view.

The moth's face shifts into a wolfish grin, breaking you from your reverie. Clearly not satisfied by playing with you, she shifts her lovely hips until they’re lined up with yours. It seems she can't resist teasing you just a bit more however, brushing against your lips with agonizing brevity. Just when your need grows so intense you could scream, she abruptly presses her body tight against you. The sudden contact feels like an electric shock, and a small whimper escapes your mouth as she starts to move. The juices flowing from her provide ample lubrication as she settles into a steady rut.

She takes her time with you, grinding against you with controlled precision. Her gentle hands work you over, teasing at your nipples and caressing your face. Her expert attention coaxes low moans from deep within your chest. Finally, the telltale tingling in your extremities signals your coming climax. The moth senses this as well and redoubles her efforts. It seems like she's not too far from losing it herself, and after a particularly spirited stroke, you both tense up, peaking harmoniously. You see her eyes sparkling with satisfaction, the dense canopy above, and then nothing at all.