She gave him her hand despite some initial attitude. It was in Zara to be a bit rebellious. The squeeze of her hand was a bit of a warning for her words. The creature didn't hold much stock in pride, but understood the seeds of rebellion when it saw it. She liked to pretend, and give little verbal taunts, but their kiss was melting her from the inside, and her blood wanted their flesh to mingle. He liked her lips, and his cock never faltered in its stance for her. He did take the rifle, tension between them, that of budding lovers, but also an animalistic, simple warning in the way his shoulders set, like she was a deer, talking to her predator as though it was normal.<br/><br/>He stood straight up, which might have looked menacing with her rifle in hand, if they weren't connected the way they were. He was drawn in by the exposure of her skin, and breathed in a very human way as she continued to reveal herself. His silver attention caressed the gift of her breasts, and he let his gaze fall from them, and down her stomach all the way to stop where her thighs made that triangle. He'd particularly liked the motions her mounds made when she danced from side to side to get the uniform off her legs. Clearly, she was amusing Kaldeio, and keeping his focus. Lin had been a bit of a stick, with whatever charm comes with that, but the soldier Zara offered something more. He quite preferred her shapeliness.<br/><br/>The swelling of her hair brought her scent into the air, and he visibly inhaled at that. It wasn't something he couldn't feel without the release of her strands but he was sampling it as a man. The brunette fall complimented her well. She commanded the spawn out, and if Kaldeio had any objections to that, it seemed she was distracted him from them. Without other directions from Kaldeio, the smaller creature did dart off. He looked at her after that, expectant, since she was clearly freeing up space around them. It seemed the tough woman liked her privacy, after all.<br/><br/>She treated Jason similarly, although the sudden proximity of Kaldeio, a bit possessive, might have prompted the resurrected guard to do as she pleased, not that the newly awoken needed much incentive to go and have his desires met, whether he needed to do so by force or not. This ship was becoming heavy with carnal intent, their humming nest out in the nothing of space and empty planets. Kaldeio kept his eyes on the other male until he'd fully gone. By the flex of his fists he had been a bit possessive about Zara. It would seem her own impulses came from somewhere.<br/><br/>He nodded at her comment at this being simple. "He was yours, so your suggestion are his preferences." he said and licked his lips, a dark meaning flittering over his light eyes. She might be able to surmise what that meant for her, given that she'd come to be what she was now through a brush with his blood. "You can call me Kal." he offered, since that's what the few friends Kaldeio ever made came to nickname him. It held affection to Silverman because it was a dear name to Kaldeio. He smiled to himself as he did follow her, rifle hanging over his back. It might be a daunting sight, the perfect man following her with his flesh weapon fully stiff, and the firearm bouncing off his muscular back.<br/><br/>He did turn to the captain, who's scent of blood was filling up the room. He didn't linger long on her. Zara hadn't slain her with any intention of reviving, and so the woman had not been infused with any biological traces before her demise. She'd lay there then, in her puddle of blood. Kaldeio thought it was a waste, but also a testament to Zara's ferocity, and primal instincts. It wasn't like they'd be hard off for bodies to incubate on this ship. Ever the tactician, Zara was already making plans into the charts of their corner of the universe. He looked the windows over as he rounded the desk, but was of course more pleased with how her behind felt against the touch of his palm when he allowed himself the freedom. Stroking to the side, he could see more of her pink folds pinched between her strong thighs. It produced a pearl of intent off the slit of his cock.<br/><br/>"Our mission is not to reunite. Not yet. Take me to other settlements of yours." Satellites and bases, planets, it didn't matter. And then it seemed his patience had poured out with the blood of the captain. He quickly grabbed her wrist and bent her forward further, letting her face fall onto the keys she'd been tapping, which of course raised that beautiful ass further up, putting her in a prime position for his waiting member. She seemed to enjoy teasing. She of course had to be familiar with the result of such a thing. If she fought, and he invited her to, he'd just wring her crossed wrists higher on her back.<br/><br/>His feet slapped the inside of hers to have her spread her legs for him. He fully knew the tonsil strength of her muscles, and how well they married with his silver strands, but that wasn't all the power a being could have. He let the head of his rod kiss the very inviting folds of her pussy. "Don't assume to make plans for me." he warned. It didn't really matter to him, but this was his way of taunting her back. Aside from the hand that clamped hers together, she'd now feel the barrel of her own rifle lick the back of her head. Few things could survive a salve from this distance, especially to the gray matter. She was being threatened both by the inhuman organ to her cunt, and a bullet to her skull.<br/><br/>If he managed to keep her still, which he ventured he would, he'd start inserting himself into her womanhood, sampling her to see if she was anything special compared to the very taut Lin, or if she had other qualities he'd like, based off a human male's preferences. With all that length to satisfy, he'd only work himself in to about half before he started pulling out again. Her blood suggested she was ready for it, and he expected she'd be plenty lubed up naturally for the act, anyhow. And then he'd let go of her hands to grab her shoulder, flipping her around to sit uncomfortably on the desk, silver eyes crawling with alien activity as he took his place between her legs, the rifle held in one hand and at her temple as he nodded down at her crotch, so she would know to spread for him, before he lanced her deeply, high up into her stomach, as though aiming to stab her to death with it.<br/><br/>He was going to try her out, see if her body was as good as it seemed, and if the warrior in her knew to follow commands, or if she was simply an animal. He had use for both, but needed to adjust his leadership accordingly. Theirs was a volatile race, a mix of their creators and a more feral species. They were exactly  between all the instinctual mayhem and the calculating sciences. At the top of it all, they'd made the creature that now inhabited Kaldeio, and it was trying to find something for itself in Zara.