The moth-girl lets out a startled squeal, thrashing her wings and clenching hard around your probing digit. “Wr-wr-wrong,” she stammers, eyes crossing and body squirming. You let her work it out, pumping your finger in and out of her hole, smearing her anal walls with saliva.
To the victor go the spoils, you tell her. Satisfied with your preparations, you swap your digit for your dick, planting the crown of your strapping prick against the still-agape hole of the moth's asshole. Given a moment to catch her breath, the defeated bandit manages to say, “Gotta... gotta give a girl a little warning there, handsome! I didn't just stab you in the back, you know.”
You suppose that's fair. You give the moth a verbal warning this time, just before rocking your slender hips forward and pushing into her waiting hole. She cries out again, this time more in pleasure than alarm, and her whole body rocks forward with the onslaught of your strapping phallus. Digging your hands into the moth's behind, you grit your teeth and push yourself deep into her tight anal passage, trying not to let the overwhelming sensation get the better of you - but it's so hard not to cum right then and there, milked to completion by the thief's writhing muscles. You have to take it slow for now, easing yourself into her inch by inch.
Beneath you, the moth-girl grunts and groans, digging her fingers into the forest dirt. Her big breasts press into the ground, seeming to bear more of her weight than her arms on their lush curves, and her wings flick and flutter unconsciously in response to your anal invasion. A few slow thrusts later, though, and she manages to relax herself, finally getting used to the feeling of your strapping phallus in her butt. The more she relaxes, the faster you move, picking up the pace until you're slamming your slender hips in the moth's plush behind, making her ass bounce to the beat of you fucking her her.
It isn't long before the moth-girl's grunts of discomfort give way to loud cries of pleasure. Her fingers work furiously between her legs, alternating between teasing her clit and plunging into her drooling cunt. You hammer your hips faster and faster, pounding away at her clenching hole as the familiar tightness of climax takes root in your gut.
With a thunderous roar of ecstasy, you sheathe yourself to the hilt in the moth. She clenches down hard around you, enough to push you over the edge and milk out the first squirts of seed.
You blast a thick, creamy nut deep in the moth-girl's ass, basting her bowels with cum. She squirms under your grasp, fingers digging deep into her cunt to try and reach climax herself as you pump her full of spooge. She joins you in orgasm a moment later, spurred on by the hard fucking: pussyjuices squirt out around her fingers and she chokes back a scream as she joins you in bliss.
“That was... different,” she murmurs a moment later, still breathing hard. You answer her with a slap on the ass as you withdraw yourself from her, smiling to yourself at the sight of semen drooling from the moth's well-used backdoor. When you pop out of her, the would-be bandit rolls onto her back and makes a contented moan, immediately shoving her fingers down into her twat. “I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk for a while...”
You laugh and pat her thigh before grabbing your gear and staggering off, leaving her to enjoy her cum-soaked afterglow.