Thrown off of Rit, Axieva let out a yelp of surprise as she landed hard on her back, her wings splayed out awkwardly beneath her--delicate, but much stronger than her original pair, and capable of taking the force without injury. She sat up, and got only the briefest glimpse of Rit naked before she took a loincloth to the face. With a frustrated hiss, she grabbed it and tossed it aside--just in time for Rit to press his mouth between her legs. Frustration quickly turned to pleasure and she gasped, flopping back down. She spread her legs wider and grabbed at his antlers as he tasted her, and she rolled her hips against his face to try to get him to lick where she wanted--which he didn't, instead lapping at her.
Before she could vocalize what she wanted, he stopped, drawing another frustrated sound from her, but it didn't last long, because that was when he climbed atop her--and she cried out as she felt his cock plunge inside her, her sex tight from years of forced abstinence, and him larger than many of the men she'd taken in the past. He grabbed her throat and she gasped and raked her claws roughly down his back until blood beaded from the scratches, and when he bit her, she bucked against him harder and dug her claws in deeper, snarling. The pain, mixed with the pleasure of their rough mating, only aroused her more, the tight grip on her throat introducing an element of danger and dizzy elation, and any doubts she'd had about Rit's "peryton-ness" quickly melted--
Until he came, that is.
Warmth from his seed flooded into her and, panting, she stared up at him, her eyebrows raising with a look that clearly said, are you kidding? She wasn't yet close to her own release, and he'd already finished?! Right when things were really starting to get good, too! And after all those years! She opened her mouth, about to comment, but instead of words, a yelp left her instead, because he began to thrust again.
Well, never mind then!
Crying out, her hooves digging into the grass to give her purchase as she moved her hips against him, she kissed him hard, her teeth finding his lip and nipping until she tasted blood. And then, testing her new body, she mimicked Rit and pushed with her wings, flipping them over without him leaving her, until he was on his back beneath her. She grabbed his antlers again by the base and forced his head back, and held onto them as she rode him, lifting until he'd almost left her before slamming her hips back down, again and again, some of his seed sliding down her thighs. She leaned down and bit his throat as she took him, her tusks pressed dangerously against his jugular, and growled her pleasure as she claimed him as her own.