Head hunting. [ALE-ALEJANDROOO~!] [M]

[Rhindeer]

One moment she lacked wings, and the next they were there. Axieva felt their familiar weight settle along her back, and her heart stopped. For a moment, she was almost afraid to look, afraid of discovering that it was only a dream, but after a moment's hesitation she opened her wings and turned to look at them, heart beating faster as she caught sight of them as they arced over her head. It was as though they'd never been been hacked from her body; in fact, they felt even stronger.

They were the same brown color as her hair, though the primary and secondary flight feathers were turquoise, like the streaks running through her bangs. She stared at them, fanning the feathers out and giving them a small test flap, and reached out slowly with a hand to run her fingers along the tips, needing to touch them to confirm their realness.

They were real.

She had her wings back...

Something hot ran down her cheek, and Axieva realized, abruptly, that she was crying--something she hadn't done in years. She quickly wiped at her eyes, embarrassed, and took a deep breath before looking back at Rit. She didn't respond with words; she felt a bit too choked up to trust herself to speak. Instead, she nodded, snapped her wings open to their full span and launched herself into the air.

Even though it had been years, her body remembered what to do, and the new strength Rit had given her made it effortless. She rocketed up through a gap in the canopy above, ears flat against her head as the wind rushed through her hair and tore her hair free of its braid. In seconds, she was high above the trees, and she spread her wings wide to catch the wind and glide.

With the wind in her hair, sun on her skin, and land spreading out around her as far as the eye could see--and with her new vision, she could see for miles--it felt like something out of a dream, a dream she'd had for many nights but had never hoped would come true. And yet, here it was, and it was real. Staring out over the land, she let out a delighted laugh that came out half-sob, and she had no idea why she was crying, because she was happy--that happiest she'd been since she'd lost her people--but the tears wouldn't stop.

[Aeytrious]

        It was like the pop of a soap bubble when Rit stepped through reality to arrive next to Axieva as she flew. He lounged in the air, lying on his side, with his head propped on a hand. He kept pace with her, though he made no visible effort at flying, smiling broadly at the happiness she displayed. This is what eternity had taught him to live for. Others happiness.
        "I see you're happy," Axieva heard the words though Rit's mouth didn't move, "I'm glad that I could bring you such joy. Perhaps I should join you in your flight." As she flew, he changed. His body morphed to match hers in species. His boots became guards on his shins, his pants shortening and shifting to fit the new shape his legs took. His armor opened in the back so that his wings could sprout forth, his cloak narrowed, so it wouldn't impede his flight. The straps on his pack and the pack itself changed so as to not interfere with his new wings. Antlers, larger, and more majestic than Axieva's, climbed from his head. His teeth grew to wicked points. His eyes stayed prismatic, but his hair became straight and black, with streaks of orange. His primary and secondary flight feathers matched the orange in his hair, but the rest of his feathers were black like a ravens. Once the changes were complete, he spun away from her, snapping open his wings, taking flight as she did, the wind whipping in his face.
        "No wonder you love this, it's thrilling."

[Rhindeer]

Suddenly, Rit was there, and Axieva made a valiant effort at stoicism. She quickly stifled her laughing sobs and wiped the tears away. Not only did she just hate others seeing her when she cried, but also didn't want him to take it the wrong way, to think she was upset. Because she was the complete opposite of that!

When he spoke...or..."spoke" (his mouth didn't move!), however, it was clear he hadn't misinterpreted. She flashed him a toothy grin, and was about ready to remark that he already had joined her, but then...

He changed.

And Axieva was left truly breathless.

Because he'd changed, and become a peryton like her.

The first peryton she'd seen in years. And even if he wasn't a real one, even if he'd only made himself look the part, right then she didn't care. He looked like one of her people.

And worse, he made an attractive peryton.

Axieva reeled back from him in surprise, her eyes going wide and warmth creeping up her neck. For a moment, she didn't realize he'd spoken, so distracted was she by...well, by studying him, head to hoof.

"...Yes."

[Aeytrious]

        He flew by his new friend feeling her watching him as easily as he felt the wind upon his face. He released his godly powers for the moment, as he'd learned to do long ago, and let the emotions of his new form flow over him. Flight truly was thrilling, and the world from this point of view was so beautiful. There was a different appreciation for beauty in this form. Everything was beautiful and to be treated with reverence. He could see humans far below, and he noticed a hunger inside him. Interesting. There was much hunger in this form, how did they control themselves. He craved to taste and to feel everything. Perhaps he felt the more primal needs because he was new to the form, perhaps they felt these things as dully as humans felt the need to breathe, that it was just part of life until it was taken away. But the hunger for the hunt, for the taste of flesh was secondary to some other hunger he didn't recognize at first. It took him a moment to realize that it was a need to create a legacy, to show he was a worthy mate, and procreate. Mortal creatures all had this instinct, but it felt different in this form. Rather than a gentle nudging to leave a genetic heir, it was like a deep hunger. With such a primitive race, where violence was the norm, it was likely very important that they breed.
        He felt Axieva's eyes on him again, and he looked over at her, seeing her for the first time in his new body. He had thought her beautiful before, like a flower is beautiful, like a sunset. Now he saw her as something different. There was a rising in his body that made him want to grab her and take her for himself, to make her his and fill her with children that would carry on his strengths. He suppressed it. Reaching for a touch of his godly powers, he pushed the primal instincts aside. As he did, he realized that in his new form, Axieva's looks, which he had thought before were confusion at his change, might be something more. She had the instincts inside her that he had just experienced. He had suppressed them with his overwhelming power, not out of his own need, but because to act on them would not be fair to this life-form he had befriended. Perhaps though, that was what she desired. It would not trouble him to give in to her wants and needs. He'd been catering to them as it was. If she desired this form, he would not deny her. It would be a very educational experience. He was not only here to save the world, but to learn.
        "When shall we break from our flight," he asked, using his new forms vocalization. He sounded nearly like himself, the tone was only off just a bit. It was likely related to the way his lips moved over his dangerous teeth. He let the peryton instincts back in a bit, so they could guide him in this body. "You'll find your new body needs little rest."

[Rhindeer]

Axieva's heart was beating fast as she stared at the new Rit, her wings working automatically. The miracles he'd worked in her had been amazing, things she could never hope to repay and beyond her wildest dreams--but the sight of him like that, in the shape of one of her kind, was just as amazing, if not more so, and it tore her attention away from the wonders of the world around her until she was fixated on him. It had been...years since she'd seen another of her kind, and seeing him like that now made her realize, all in one overwhelming moment, how crushingly lonely she'd been.

And mixed with those emotions was yet another--for she was powerfully aware of just how many years it had been since she'd lain with another.

The wind carried his scent with it, a scent distinctly peryton and powerfully masculine to her sensitive nose, and her pulse quickened. Rit was saying words, but she was only half paying attention, because her mind was racing. She had already begun to feel deep affection for Rit, after all he'd done for her, and after spending so much time with him, and she had been struggling to find a way to show her gratitude.

Now, an impulse grabbed her, an impulse driven by loneliness and a primal, repressed lust--for she'd had no one to lust for for all those years! She hovered in place, staring at Rit longer than was appropriate, debating it over in her head, feeling all fluttery in her belly like she had wings there, too, and not just on her back.

And then, she caved.

Rit had barely finished speaking when she swooped in front of him, grabbed a handful of his hair, and kissed him on the lips with all the pent up passion of several long, agonizing years. Their tusks made it a little awkward, but she adapted, sliding her tongue along his lips and nipping at him with her dangerously sharp teeth, but not to the point of pain.

Axieva was not a timid lover, but deep down, she knew Rit was not truly peryton, and she wasn't sure how he felt--and so she tested him.

"Tell me to stop," she breathed, kissing him again and again, "if you do not like this."

[Aeytrious]

        They were flying, and now they were kissing. He wasn't sure how that worked in the sky. If they would need to land before moving forward. He wasn't really concerned though, he could fly even without his wings. So he let the peryton instincts take over completely. He grabbed Axieva by her hair and pulled her head to the side. He dragged his tongue across her neck and cheek before releasing his grip on her and returning her kiss. He felt the peryton instinct to rip Axieva's clothing from her body, but he kept it back. Perhaps he should ask her how to proceed.
        "Should we land?"

[Rhindeer]

Rit's response was all the answer she needed, and a low, pleased growl rumbled in her throat when he grabbed her hair and licked her neck, her cheek, and her kissing turned more hungry when their lips met again. Heat spread through her body and gathered in her loins, along with an excited thrill, and she grabbed at his pants, prepared to rip them off. She bit his lip and wanted to press her body against his, right then and there, but his question dragged her out of the moment--and pointed out a logistics issue she hadn't been thinking of just then, with her mind fuzzy with lust.

With a frustrated sound, she pulled away from him and grabbed his wrist, giving it an urgent tug. "Yes, come!" she ordered, before letting go of him, right before she folded her wings and plummeted to the earth in a controlled dive.

She snapped her wings open as she neared the ground, and landed softly on her hooves. There was soft grass on the ground, and a quick check showed there were no ant trails in the way, so it would have to do! Axieva was not picky, and had rutted in the grass or up against a rough tree plenty of times. As she waited for Rit to land, she impatiently shed her meager clothes--her fur skirt and chest wrap, which she only wore when among humans, due to their damned modesty--and spread them on the grass. Then she stood there, hands on her hips, and waited for him to land, ready to pounce him the moment his feet touched the earth--or before they did, even.

[Aeytrious]

        Rit knew what was coming. He knew there would be tearing of clothing and mutual attempts at domination as they ravished each other. So before he even landed he magicked all his things away, and landed wearing only a simple leather jerkin and sturdy loincloth. He didn't want to rob her of the fun of destroying his garments, he could easily create more. She had taken off much faster than him, and he had not tried to keep pace. He watched her from above, with his keen eyes, as she disrobed and placed her garments on the ground. Unlike her though, he did not land gently. He folded his wings up as she did, plummeting down, then he opened them to pull himself to a stop mid flight. He displayed the new strength of the wings he had given her, as the force of his quick stop did not cause him the slightest damage. Still fairly high up, he closed his wings again, dropping hard and fast on his hooves.
        The force of his impact on the soft ground sent out a small shock wave, and left a crater that he was at the center of. The body he molded for her could withstand a lot of force, as he showed her in that landing. His eyes showed him that the short grass had been kept short by the teeth of grazing animals, and he caught their scent in his nose. The hunger for flesh was strong, but it was overwhelmed by the lust of his peryton form, and he let the instincts take over completely as he turned toward Axieva with a growl. She was already moving toward him, and he went to meet her. He was going to enjoy this form.

[Rhindeer]

The dust had scarcely begun to clear from Rit's landing when Axieva full-body tackled him, and wrestled him down into the grass. Forcing him onto his back, she straddled his hips and kissed him hard on the mouth, even as her hands roamed his body, her claws finding his jerkin and tearing at it, annoyed with its presence! It was in the way, when she wanted nothing more than to touch him, to get a better look at his new, perfect body and feel his skin against hers, but it was leather and her claws weren't enough.

Her teeth, however, were.

"Hold still," she said with a wicked smile, right before she bit into it with her strong teeth. Jerking her head to the side, she ripped it right down the middle.

"I want to fuck you," she growled, even as she spread her legs wider and bore down onto him, rolling her hips and grinding her sex against his cock through his loincloth, through which he could no doubt feel her heat, and gauge how wet she was. After years and years of frustration, she was more than ready now, and only a loincloth separated them, but for now she worked on arousing him. She tangled a hand in his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat to her lips and teeth as she bit him there, and then on his shoulder, hard enough to leave red marks.

[Aeytrious]

        Rit returned the fire in Axieva's with his own. The peryton mind was in complete control and as Axieva pulled his head back Rit growled with feigned anger. His growl turned to one of pleasure at her bites, and his hands went to her hips. He used his strong wings to push against the ground, lifting him up as he threw Axieva roughly to her back. He had felt the warm moisture of her exposed sex through his loincloth as she rubbed against him and he wanted nothing more than to taste that sweet nectar. He tore off the loincloth in a single motion as he stood above her, both his cock and his wings standing erect. He threw the loincloth at her face and with the distraction, he dropped to the ground, folding his wings back down as his dangerous mouth pressed against the folds of his lovers sex. After sucking at her for a moment he began to lap at her like an animal. He cared nothing for her pleasure, he wanted only to taste her, and his tongue sought as much of her sweet honey as it could find.
        Satisfied for the time in what he drank from her, he climbed atop her and shoved his hard cock inside her. He wrapped a hand roughly around her throat as he began pounding into her. He licked her lips, then her face, and as he quickly reached climax he bit her shoulder hard, drawing blood. His seed filling her, Axieva would likely think him spent, but he was still Rit, and Rit was more than peryton, more than god. He did not fall flacid inside her. Instead, after the change in his pace from orgasm, began his rough thrusting once more, growling as he fucked her. He released his grip on her throat and placed his hands beside her head, holding himself up as he drove home, leaning his head forward to kiss her. Axieva would soon find that he could continue as long as she desired, and with her newly strengthened body, she could handle a great deal of fucking before she tired.

[Rhindeer]

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.

[Aeytrious]

        Axieva had Rit where she wanted him, and though he was stronger than her and could use his godly powers to win this fight, that would not be in peryton spirit. He growled in his feigned anger at the loss, keeping his posture submissive for the time, letting her take him without challenge. That didn't stop him from bucking his hips in earnest to drive his cock up into her. His cloven hooves dug into the grassy soil beneath him as he gripped Axieva's hips with his hands. He was hers, but that went both ways, and as soon as she gave him an opening, Rit would show her he was not easily tamed. He would take what he wanted from her, when he wanted it. For the moment he enjoyed the pleasure she gave him, he deserved it, she better show her gratitude. If she didn't, he'd just have to fuck her into submission. As he had shown her, he was more than a god, and he could literally fuck her for eternity. She'd give in before then. With all the pleasure he could give her, she would be a puddle of unintelligible whimpering.
        "You fuck good female," Rit said in an almost demeaning tone, "almost as good as me." He bucked harder then, heedless of the sharp tusks at his throat. His hands pulled hard on Axieva, speeding her movements to match his own. Just because she had him where she wanted him, didn't mean he couldn't take what he wanted from her.

[Rhindeer]

When Rit began to buck up into her, Axieva's growls turned to gasps, then muffled moans against his neck, and soon she was crying out with pleasure--and releasing her hold on his throat as a result. She kept her grip on his antlers, though, keeping him pinned and his throat exposed in an obvious expression of dominance as she moved more urgently on him, more wildly, tossing her head back and arching her spine, her short tail raised and slightly curled with her enjoyment. She deliberately disrupted his rhythm, moving against his thrusts as she took to slamming down on him and taking him as deep as she could get him, then gyrating her hips in circular motions that pressed her clit to his pelvis and had her shuddering.

Soon she was trembling as she worked steadily toward her release, and she worked her muscles as she did to tease him further, squeezing him inside her as she ground against him. She bit his throat again as she moved on him, and chanced releasing one of his antlers so she could lick a finger and slide her hand down between their bodies, where she began to rub her clit.

His comment drew a rumbling growl from her throat, and she bit him harder, threatening to draw blood.

"Prove it," she hissed, and released him again so she could lick the spot she'd bitten and lap up the small beads of blood she'd drawn. She kissed up his neck and nipped sharply at his jaw, then finally claimed his mouth again in a fierce kiss even as she moaned against his mouth, because between his thrusting, her rocking, and the friction of her finger, she was drawing close, her body shaking and tensing as she neared it, and she let out a whimper as it built and worked all the harder for it, desperate to crest it.

[Aeytrious]

        Rit was glad to prove that he was better at fucking than Axieva. She was just a female. Her body was designed to receive pleasure. His was designed to give it. He reached a hand to grip the top of Axieva's ass, his thumb wrapping around her tail, pulling it gently as his fingers dug into her supple rump. The other hand pressed around her throat, and he used it to leverage her up from him a bit. She may still have his head held back, but with his hand on her throat, and her sensitive tail, he was now in control. He used his grip on her ass to further speed her rocking as he thrust up into her. His earlier spent seed, mixed with her flowing juices, made for the most enjoyable friction.
        His actions did not disturb Axieva's own ministrations on her clit, but the grip on her throat was likely causing that dizzy euphoria that heightened the whole bodies sensitivity to pleasure. Rit bucked up into her harder and harder, the newly improved peryton muscles slamming together with an audible pounding, accompanied with a wet slap. He grunted and growled holding back the climax he was at the edge of, driving deeper and deeper.
        He was waiting for her shudders of release, or cry of pleasure, any sign of her peak. That was when he would let himself spill inside of her again. The perfect crescendo, timed perfectly for conception. She'd come for him she took in his seed, and she would be with child. It was that simple, and he knew it, and his primal instinct needed it, needed to lay claim to her womb.

[Rhindeer]

Axieva let out a ragged cry when he grabbed her throat and her sensitive tail, his fingers digging into her ass, and soon it turned to a gasp as he applied pressure to her neck, her breathing a little labored but not enough to stifle her cries. Now upright, she let go of his antler to grab at his shoulder for purchase, and she dug her claws in and raked them down over his chest. Angry red welts bloomed in their wake, and some of them began to bleed, but she cared nothing for that as he forced her to move--and this time, she didn't resist.

Dizzy with euphoria, a little lightheaded from his grip on her throat, and filled with the escstasy of fucking as his cock hit her in just the right place, Axieva moved with him, slapping her hips down against his and crying out her pleasure. Her tiny breasts bounced with their movements, and as she arched her back and tilted her head, she brought a hand up to play with her own nipples, pinching the hard points between her fingers. Her fevered growls had long since ceased, replaced by feminine cries and moans as, caught in passion, she no longer cared who was calling the shots--because either way, she won, and now she just wanted to enjoy the ride.

"Harder," she gasped out, slamming her hips down on him again and again as she worked her finger feverishly, quickening her pace. "You say you fuck good, so fuck me!" She was so close, so painfully close, her breath coming out in fast bursts, her moans growing louder, her body tensing up--

And then, with a shuddering cry, she came, her entire body trembling and sex pulsing as she fell forward against Rit's chest.

[Aeytrious]

        As Axieva rode the pleasure of her climax, her come running down Rit's hard cock, he moved both his hands to her hips. He rocked her quickly, as he too came, releasing his divine seed into her. She would soon find that she was with child, but at the moment she clearly only cared about the pleasure of her body. After she rode out her climax, the shivers slowly subsiding, Rit dumped her off of himself unceremoniously. Quickened reflexes and improved strength would keep her from harm, so Rit wasn't worried. Out from under Axieva, Rit grabbed her roughly positioning her on her hands and knees. He didn't stand for struggling or resistance and pushed her where he wanted her. Teeth to the back of her neck, and a hand on one of her little antlers, Rit showed her he was in charge as he thrust the entire length of his still hard cock inside her.
        He didn't begin thrusting right away, instead using his free hand to fondle her breasts. He then slid the hand down and rubbed hard on Axieva's clit. He took his teeth from the back of her neck, kissing her before he rose up off of her. One hand on her hip, one wrapped underneath to continue her clitoral stimulation, Rit began to slowly thrust into his peryton lover. Their mixing come, running down both Axieva's thighs, was also thick along Rit's shaft. The fluids made for easy sliding, his cock making soft squishing sounds with each thrust. As Rit picked up speed he used both hands to grip Axieva's hips. He quickly picked up even more speed, slamming into her harder and harder, faster and faster. Once again, the force created a quite audible slapping, the vibrations rippling the flesh of Axieva's ass. Rit was grunting with each contact, baring his teeth in a snarl of aggressive pleasure. He reached up and grabbed one of Axieva's antlers again, twisting her neck so she could see him in her newly replaced eye. He leaned in and licked her face, then nipped at her ear.
        "Beg me for my seed," he said to her in a snarling whisper, "beg me to give you the honor of carrying my child."

[Rhindeer]

Axieva was still panting and sensitive from their rutting when Rit abruptly dumped her out of his lap. She toppled onto the ground with a yell, but before she could scramble back up again, he was on her. She struggled as he grabbed her, but it was a playful struggle--for if she were struggling in earnest, she would have mauled him. Instead, she snarled and wriggled and resisted as he turned her onto her hands and knees, but it was obvious she wanted it just as much as he did from the way she spread her legs and lifted her tail up and out of the way.

She hissed when he bit her neck and grabbed her antler, but pushed back against him when she felt his cock--and groaned when he slid home, deeper at this angle than before. It felt amazing as he played with her breasts, and he soon had her shuddering when he stroked her clit as he thrust into her, her growls of pleasure escalating to moans, then whimpering cries as he moved faster, harder, and by the time he was slamming into her, rocking her body with the animalistic force of it, she was screaming between ragged breaths.

"F-fuck! You--you do this well!"

Axieva collapsed down onto her elbows, her spine arched, knees under her, and rump still lifted, and raked at the grass, ripping out clumps of it as she clawed for purchase. Goddess, it felt wonderful, this raw, primal pleasure, and Rit, though not true peryton, somehow knew exactly how she liked it. Her voice was soon growing raw with her cries, each thrust driving her closer and closer to another orgasm on the tail of her last one, and when he yanked her head around to make her look at him, and said those words...

She did not consider the actual implications of it. Right then, she didn't care. She wanted him, and that was all that mattered.

"Fuck, Rit!" she snarled, and made as though to struggle, pushing up and squirming beneath him. Where was the fun without some resistance, and stubbornness? "I do not--nngh!--I do not beg! You will fuck me, and you will--ah!--you will fill me!"

[Aeytrious]

        "You will beg," he growled as he slammed even harder and faster into her. He released her antler, and ran his fingers down through her feathers. He dragged his claws down between her wings, a small amount of blood rising from the trail. He then gripped both her hips again, slamming in as deep as he could go. Her old body would have broken with the force of his pounding, but her new one easily withstood the power of his thrusts. He slapped her ass fiercely, a red print rising almost immediately, then he squeezed it hard as he continued fucking her.
        "Beg!" he growled again, slapping her ass once more. "Beg for it, or I will not cease in my fucking," he punctuated the words with another slap. The first red print was already fading due to her improved body, but the second two were overlaid and still bright. "Beg for my cock to explode inside you Xieva," another slap, harder than the others, "beg me to put my seed inside you, or I will spray it across your bright red ass instead."

[Rhindeer]

"N-no!" Axieva snarled out between her cries of pleasure, shuddering beneath his claws and his relentless pounding. His hips slapped her thighs and ass with every thrust, bruising them, and his hard smacks made her squeal and jerk, skin stinging from the subsequent blows. It was almost too much, and she clenched her eyes shut and buried her face into her arms, biting down on her knuckles to try to hold in her cries. She could take a lot, even before her new body; she had always enjoyed pain with her pleasure, and had been known in the past to get carried away--to encourage her partner to keep going, even when she should have been telling them to stop, because she was stubborn and because she liked it.

She didn't have the best judgment when caught up in the throes of passion.

Rit was working her hard enough that she was just about to that point--the point where she knew she should be giving into his commands, and yet pride only made her bite down on her finger harder, until she was tasting her own blood. She did not beg! Never!

She demanded.

"No! I will not!" she gasped out. "Y-you will give it to me!" The pleasure and pain of his rough fucking so intense she was clawing at the ground, squirming as though trying to get away even as she kept her ass lifted to receive him. She sobbed, her moans and screams growing ragged, her sex clenching around him as she felt herself spiraling toward release. "Now!"

She came again, her breath seizing and as she buried her face into her arms again, her entire body shaking.

[Aeytrious]

        Axieva's strength of will was as much a part of what made her a good mate as her strength of body. Refusing to give in to Rit's demand that she beg for his seed only made him want to give it to her more. He thrust into her harder and faster and he noted her biting her own hand to stifle her cries. Then she was clawing at the ground and squirming, as she refused to beg. Instead she demanded that he give it to her even as she moaned and cried out in pleasure.
        As Axieva reached her climax, her sex squeezing at his thrusting cock, Rit let himself peak as well. He drove in hard gripping Axieva's ass tightly, pulling her in hard as he slammed home, filling her again. Even as his warm seed splashed inside of her, her body drinking it in, he let himself fall forward. He clutched at Axieva's hair, twisting her head around for an awkwardly angled kiss, his tongue meeting her cheek and lips more than Axieva's tongue. When his cock finishing spurting, Rit straightened, gently running his hands down Axieva's wings. He pulled out of her, his godly cock still erect, and much of his seed spilled from her overly full sex. Careful of her wings, Rit turned Axieva over and brought her close to him. He kissed her roughly on the mouth then stood with his cock close to her face, gripped her antlers and tipped back her head so that she opened her mouth.
        "Clean me," he told her, and brought his cock to her mouth.