Kel felt the malice seep off Zara at Leya and her demise. Possessive and vengeful. It was all that she was designed to be from the start. As much as she had been a woman of humans, she was something else now - not a singular biological soldier like him, and not a weak emotional bunch of nerves like the doctor. Perhaps the design of Zara Dawson was the intent of his own makers all along. Bred to perfection. It lead him to think about what their child might have been, before these wretched creatures had stolen him. It justified Leya's fate, as though that was needed. He'd killed on a whim. He didn't mind crushing someone's inside for revenge. Zara was with him in his state of mind, and they both felt something healing in the kiss, as much as something so primal can be. He was glad to have her here so they could share the burden and the hurt of the implications that came with her scar. Weyland should have been able to cook up any kind of mark-removing tech, even for foreign skin, but they'd left it there intentionally. That set roots of rage in Kel.<br/><br/>It was no wonder when Zara wanted in on it all. It was not enough for her to see vengeance exacted on the human body, which failed miserably, the organs of Leya undone with the rise of his limb inside her. She should have know by the size of it, being who she was, but her hubris had addled her, and his cock had done the same physically. He thought it was daunting, though, to see the aesthetic Zara all but die on his member. She gave none of the fight his real partner would have given, but he was sure it might have treated him to a similar scene. It was too bad they hadn't changed the bodies and faces of more women for him, to see in how many ways he could have undone his lover.<br/><br/>Her challenge was welcome. The two of them needed a game. It was different when he used his body for war, and to release into others. Zara was the right place for him, and also someone who could take what he gave. Perhaps that was the novelty of the now wasting Leya, that she was like paper rather than muscle. His teeth showed in an amused grin when she fell on her lovely behind, and he clapped his own foot in tune with the smack of her rear to the floor. Seeing her face somewhat eclipsed by his cock made him feel proud, and strong, and her continued inviting behavior taunted him, especially with her tongue tasting the remains of Leya off him. She was sensual in her games.<br/><br/>It was more pertinent to feel her against the wall, and he had no trouble treating her rough, not because he wanted to hurt her - though he didn't mind, she could very well take it - but because it is a delight for anyone to test someone else's dexterity. She offered the lovely sounds and the addicting texture to him. No human woman could have withstood it so well. "Exactly." he hissed in her ear. What use indeed. As his cock petted her he saw the knots on her skin rise, like he was painting with that reaction down her back. It couldn't distract him for long when the head of the limb kissed and slathered her ass on its way to where it needed to be. When he fed himself into her, it was painful for the male who'd withstood so much damage in combat. He'd not expected her to have receeded in width inside, and it was as much of a pain as it was a pleasurable surprise.<br/><br/>It lead to him testing her harder against the metal. Always full of surprises, his Zara. His strong legs led to strong hips and he didn't waste any of that perfectly aligned potential as he drove into her, that shapely behind of hers taking the hits of his body and dispelling the impact with some adorable, enticing jiggling. Kel groaned monstrously into her ear, and she knew it was an affectionate kind of wildness for her. There was no rush, but he was animal in part, so he was always barreling toward pleasure, pushing with a pace and weight that of course would have crushed other women. Leya on the floor was proof of that.<br/><br/>She was sweet while she was being punished, and he liked the contrast of it. This was all they ever was, a union of two bodies, but also contradicting worlds. Always killing, and always together. They reflected the symmetry and the utter horrors of black space. He laughed, impressed and again almost suffering when her vice-like tunnel was pushed back against his surging stabs. She wasn't going to make this easy for him. He raised the pace and the wall whined in its design from all the hardship. Outside they could hear the Three slaughtering the soldiers, who seemed solely trained on the abomination. Perhaps they had not been fully alerted to what was happening in one of the labs. Kel didn't much care. It wasn't like they'd be able to do much against him and Zara if they broke in with reduced forces.<br/><br/>He felt her hand slip and allowed it to see what she might do, and even let her push him back. There was a bit of confirmation in his face that she'd been pandered to, and he hoped that caused a flicker of frustration or anger in her, even if she did all of this for the benefit of their entwine. He was met with strong expression in her, that craved more, as though she wanted to take in not only his flesh, but the very essence of him. It stunned him long enough for her to attack. In his fall, he recovered, but didn't act to spin around or anything. This wasn't a conventional competition, this was a dance of sorts, and it would be counter to push back at any chance. While they were full of combative instincts, they weren't going to be petty.<br/><br/>It was rewarding in the end, because she seated herself quickly, and let her body take his in. He swallowed and saw her motions in new eager. Just the sight of it would have been enough to earn her his burst, but there was no hurry now. Zara was momentarily distracted by Leya's end, and he grinned at his lioness for that. That grin was still there when she offered her throat up. He nodded at her question and closed his thumb around her windpipe. His teeth showed as he endured the rapid pleasure of her long motions, setting him free before plunging him back in.<br/><br/>He felt her closeness, her tits brushing his chest, and lifted his arm to raise her head with it. She was so small, his woman, in comparison, and he lifted her until her back was straight and she had a hard time delivering the spoiling treatment to his cock. His other hand swung between them, dashing over her heavy tits in a loud clap unless she avoided it by parring or in some unnatural twist to avoid the trajectory of his fingers. Nonetheless, if she was somewhat suspended by the grip she'd let him have, he'd continue to thrust upward, very interested in seeing her expressions indeed. "What's that, love?" he asked to challenge her to speak, while his fingers closed in such a way that responses might be cut short. What a wonderful image that would make. His beloved partner, silenced by his murdering hold.<br/><br/>He would go on like this, perhaps try the strength of her spine as he collided up into her. It was amusing as much as it was carnally stimulating to try and bully Zara's cunt while also straining her physicality. A stubborn woman, but part woman all the same. Could she really measure up to his battle ready genes? Eventually his hip's movements were helped by his hand slamming her down by the hold. His other hand roamed her body possessively and came to cradle one asscheek. He gave it a few slaps and kept his silver eyes on hers through it all. The fingers eventually settle on simply squeezing the meat there, however reddened, and then crawl toward where it met the other cheek. Would she protest fervently of his digits seeking out that other entrance?<br/><br/>Whether she allowed or was unable  to protect herself from being prodded back there, he would turn them, and that impact of her back against the same floor where Leya was breathing her last puffs, would be loud and dull due to the build of the facility. It was made to withstand the inhospitable weather, but not warring lovers of the race it meant to contain. "How is it then?" he asked, taunting as he drove into her hard, palm pushing down into her throat to keep her from answering. He was having fun, fueled by the suffering Leya had shown him. He was sure that Zara couldn't give such an image, but he was willing to try.