She didn't hide her jealousy, and it was endearing, he thought, a very human emotion. Out of play, though, since she soon settled into being more reasonable, letting him handle and carry her while she made her home in his arms. Such affection looked like loyalty to Kaldeio, and she was endearing herself to him rather well. A perfect soldier, and a caretaker, as well. There were reasons to why he'd chosen Zara Dawson. It earned her the kiss, and she was as welcoming as she ought. They were at the same wavelengths as their tongues tied. No more audacity from her, since she was being spoiled with his attempts at convening with her physicality.<br/><br/>She was content, sitting on him and the bed, and he encouraged that with strokes to her arm. It was her turn, and she was collecting herself while he was inside her, and she was ontop. Her hands were a kind of love letter, and Kaldeio understood. Zara relied on the instincts that the silver had altered, but she still had a great deal of herself. It was the combination of that, that made her so interesting and perfect for the process. His cock carried his heartbeat into her body. She seemed almost reverent, examining him with fingertips and studying his eyes. Kaldeio responded to the gaze, and took her in, in return. There was much to appreciate, and the male biology taught him there was visual value in this moment.<br/><br/>She used her mouth to explore him next, shifting to pull at his cock when she moved closer, her parted lips and the air that flowed there heating his borrowed skin to awaken all manner of new things. This was not the barbaric collisions to cause friction, not the most primal parts of human contact. This took care of something else in them, as she left her breath and tender trails of spit on him. To him a mouth meant teeth, a weapon, but she was using it as a bridge over which she could transfer intimacy. It wasn't practical. It was enjoyable. He could sense the rise in her eager from the temperature she was letting out. It was a new kind of honesty, a new adherence of her to him, as though she was examining his chest, but had already decided to like whatever she found.<br/><br/>His shoulders touched the bed-board harder when her legs steadied on either side of him, the hug of her slick tunnel reminded him this wasn't just going to be some kind of summoning of spirits, or a light worship from her vapors to his heartbeats. The grip was impressive - Zara was strong, but this kind of talent he'd not given her, or been able to see before. It was pleasant, and he wanted more, so much so he almost mourned it when the head of his cock nearly dislodged from her welcoming slick at the top of her rise. He sighed with contained surprise and delight when she impaled herself again. What a pretty sight. It was almost as though she was deliberately hurting herself on him, lancing her sensitive insides with his hardened weapon. Her sounds were delicious, and his chest stayed strong for her palm, so she could continue her activity. He wanted to reciprocate, and dig his feet in and respond to her her by spearing upward, but she had asked for this, and he wanted to see where it might take them.<br/><br/>His fingertips climbed her spine during the bouncing, and he'd reached the back of her neck when she leaned in to speak against his cheek while she went on with the milking of his member, which deposited a steady portion of silver to mix up with her intimate lube. Master. That wasn't a bad likeness to what they had become. He clawed without nails at the low of her scalp when she posed her questions. "We are--" he started and then huffed a breath of pleasure, interrupting his answer. "together." As simple as that. They'd be part of the species that took over the universe, they could be fodder in the conflict or they could be victors. "I could tear you apart or we can be in a flawless symbiosis." he explained. Her strength could be autonomous for him, or he could consume it.<br/><br/>He looked up at her, which he'd rarely done before, when she slipped off him, standing. Zara looked formidable, but she wasn't making some kind of stance. How pretty, with both their essence flattering the light on the inside of her thighs. Their eyes were connected when she went low again, making a little nest for herself between his legs now. Kaldeio sucked in some air when she tended to his cock with her hand, and then sampled it with her wettest muscle. How satisfying to see her take in the gleam of both their lacquers onto her palled. How was it that just the image of it all was so daunting? He gasped outright when she was done with cautiously shaving off the excess of silver and salt with the blade of her tongue, and instead started eating at a more ferocious capacity, introducing him to the tightness of her throat with a sudden pace. He gripped the hand that had climbed his abdomen. How intimate, that she kept contact between their gazes throughout the intense devouring.<br/><br/>She could see he was quite enjoying it, and let her have as much as she wanted for a while. He was sure to deliver a few spurts of the silver she'd come to know from him. Kaldeio eventually found himself in this new activity, and let his hand not holding hers grab her hair, and tried his own rhythm, moving her head up and down, letting the bulb of his cock explore the tighter depths of her throat. It was quite exciting, testing the strength of the cartilage rings keeping her airways round. He was almost more excited about their continued eye-contact.<br/><br/>At a critical juncture in this new, intimate, hard activity, he lodged himself deep and let her have a rather thick and sizable helping of the boiling signature. The potency of this newer liquid would fill her up, and stimulate all the dormant changes already in place by their earlier interaction and their mixing of blood. Kaldeio would let go of her hair in that moment, and gasped to commemorate the pleasure of sharing his genes.<br/><br/>The mercury life liked Zara even more than Kaldeio. It spread inside her, soaking into the muscles and organs that the blood had not reformed yet. It gave energy to the things that had already assimilated and swam with the spell that had already taken her bio matter. Kaldeio felt more connected to her, and saw her will to please, and how she was seeking him out. It made the otherwise cold monster warmer to her, since it let him understand.<br/><br/>His grip on her hair became gentler, and she had the control over her own head and mouth back. She was reaching her potential with the new infusion, and strong things were beautiful to the deep space apex creature. He laced his hand with hers and pulled her up to him again, a simple roll putting her on her back and him ontop. His eye sockets were alive the with the sprawling activity of the threads, reaching outward like sun rays from the black of his pulsating pupils. "You never belonged with them, Zara." he said to her and stroked her cheek. "You were always going to be their demise."<br/><br/>He kept her legs around him, and would shift and adjust her to make it so, until he had the angle to press his hips into hers, fitting into place again. It was a gentler mode of surging deep and retreating now, looking for her sounds and motions to guide him. While an intimate activity, with a nobler cause, his eyes were still trained on her with fascination rather than half lidded in pleasured empathy. She needed something for her loyalty, and Kaldeio found the price rather reasonable.<br/><br/>He kissed the mouth that tasted like him. "I could see us slaughtering the populous of extended space together, and you being prolific at it." A compliment from the bottom of his being, and an offer for her to belong, and fulfill a purpose he thoughts was both admirable and entertaining.