It was good to interact with Zara again. They'd not known each other long, not really, but they fell into a pattern that was perfectly them. Her spirits were high, which dispelled a lot of worry he might have had. As strong as his genes had made her, it was fully possible for anyone to conceive of new ways to hurt another. Kel didn't put it past all these whitecoats to find something ingenious, or to already have it. But now they were reunited, and Zara seemed to have all her energy back. He was grateful for that. She felt right in his hands when he lifted her, and she was a beautiful outline against the stark lights coming from above. Kel enjoyed the sink of his fingers into her flesh.<br/><br/>They shared some concern over her scar. It wasn't something to shrug at. The pain of it was over, whatever had happened, if they'd made it painful at all, but the implications were hard to handle. For a being as geared toward reproduction as himself, even though he'd not been programmed for emotional connection, this loss was significant. A child between him and Zara was important in almost all aspect - the new ones he'd gained as a human, and the original ones, him as a weapon and means for his makers to spread throughout the universe. He wanted to give her some strength, it had been cut out of her body after all, so he had some sympathy in his eyes, to let her know he saw it, and hurt with her.<br/><br/>Zara had some other fun planned, and he was elated to have her touch back on him when he petitioned for it. It was almost automatic. He was gladly distracted with Leya, and the woman did all that she should do, as the human body was capable of, in the face of great trauma, which was break. Kel wasn't some cold killer then. He looked at the woman's borrowed face and relished in her stretched and torn cunt around him. He supposed Leya had not thought to let the surgeons reach in there, and duplicate what had made Zara strong enough to take him. He had no patience for that, though, and went on with his use for her body. He'd been down for some time, and for the same reason she obsessed over him and being Zara's replacement, she'd not tampered with his libido, it seemed.<br/><br/>Zara stayed close, watching with entertained and malicious eyes. Vengeance was in order, and even if they couldn't reach everyone who was bound to have been involved in an operation like this, they could try to lay all the punishment on this doctor. Initially, she had invited it, after all. It was also a matter of getting off after so long. Leya was as good a vessel as any. He and Zara wasn't acquiring another partner, not folding some other body into their pleasure. There was no need to initiate the doctor to their fantastical skinship. She was a proper perhaps, a placeholder for her bosses. The company could not hope to contain them without sacrificing someone to the task.<br/><br/>She was dying, her insides crushing on the rod that didn't truly fit. Once again there was crimson trailing down the part of him that couldn't stab into her, his sack red with human life. Kel hammered on and laughed darkly when Zara mocked the already very distressed woman. What a juxtaposition, to have his own beside him, well and strong, while another version was crumbling and so deliciously bullied and maimed on his priced member. Truly, it was decadent. And it had been brought on by Zara herself. This was why human minds couldn't compare to the partner that Zara Dawson could be. He kissed her with some fervor, as his hips went on with the destruction of Leya's reproductive parts, and her digestive ones too, the further up her rammed.<br/><br/>Zara was only content with watching for so long. Kel had a merry time. Leya's arms were flailing soon, and the part of him that was made for destruction thought it was pretty to finally see his lover in such a compromise state. Eventually though, he did let her slide down, his new doll, laying ragged on the floor, trying in vain to get up. The woman had an open mouth, trying to drink in the air his cock had pushed out, looking up at the two of them as though they would explain why her insides were a complete wreck now. Kel savored the vision. This kind of carnage was very likely his favorite. Zara was loving it too. There was a debt owed here, and she was taking it out in Leya's body.<br/><br/>There might have been hope in Leya's eyes when she saw Zara descend. But there was no mercy for her from the woman she'd helped hold captive, the one with the scar on her belly from the greatest theft that could happen to a person. She did listen, however, with eyes slick with tears. Kel stood above them, and thought it was a strange and very engaging scene. Zara, splayed on the floor, cunt ruined and legs limp, while she at the same time looked at herself from a lowered position. It did well in keeping him full of his own blood, swaying free with Leya's juices and blood and gore dripping off him. Kel licked his lips and bore the different silver eyes down on the defeated woman over Zara's shoulder.<br/><br/>There was little left for Leya to say, even when her wrist was stomped with Zara's slight weight. Kel waited for Zara to come to him, and embraced her, looking down when she warmed his dick with her upper torso, holding it to his stomach. Everything was primal with her. She'd always been a free creature waiting to run the way she wanted. It should always have been like this. The soldier she'd been, it had held her back. Nude and strong was much better, and she could be herself. He grinned when her touch flitted along his member, which she was already spoiling with the hug between them. He sighed with some contentment, and then blinked at the implications of her offer.<br/><br/>"You mistake yourself, Soldier Dawson." he warned her with all the playful of a beast. He stroked her hair and leaned down to kiss her while her hand was still tending to his inflamed extremity. "We might be attached..." he whispered against her mouth, closing his human eye to enjoy the contact, lip to lip. But then his muscles tensed, mostly free from the sluggish of all the medicines. Then his hand wrapped around a good helping of her thick hair to pull her away from himself, tossing her to the floor if she wasn't careful. Apex things fight each other, even when they're being affectionate. He'd not tried this kind of play with Zara, and she seemed to like the idea of it.<br/><br/>If she did fall, he'd stand over her, at a level where his cock could rest on her head. They were close to a wall, the one that had undone many of Leya's bones, so he gripped Zara by the shoulder, and slammer her tits first into the metal barrier, if she didn't move away or avoid it, somehow. She had expressed that she wanted this, though. He had an easy time simply holding on to her upper arms, and pressing her front against the cold material, his cock riding her spine up and then down to the crevice of her athletic ass. "I've missed you." he taunted into her ear if they did find themselves in this position. "But I'm not going to go easy on you." he promised.<br/><br/>There was a sound from Leya, and he tossed his head back to see the broken human, looking at them with glassed over gaze, as though she had to fixate her concentration on something as she tried to recover from the lethal romp. He nodded to her, congratulating her on having such a great last show before returning to his partner and then sliding his grip lower on her arms, soon on her wrists to lift and put her hands against the wall, at level with her head. It was a very dominant stance for himself, before he started feeding her pussy the cock that belonged there. It was a fast pace with which he sheathed, but it wasn't as harsh as he had been with Leya.<br/><br/>Eventually he'd build a pace though. Her body could take all of him, her anatomy wasn't human anymore, even if it was very womanly. He nuzzled the back of her hair and drank in her scent. Soon he was crashing into her. His mate, but even in warring races there needed to be an order, and his strain was meant to be ontop. He'd made her, after all, and meant to govern her. He was instilling this into her, ramming that truth into her. Break her? Despite being so enamored by her perfection, he had no trouble reconciling tearing her body up for his pleasure. The kind of pretty that she was, it fit her. With her strength, he could probably bend the wall doing this. If he'd been able to secure her at all.