She might not have needed his steering, her head and lips doing well on their own over his member. She liked it, the effects it had on him, and he let it be like that. She was an effect of his own existence. Zara the woman would have gone on with her human life, perhaps at some point becoming an adversary to his own species, but because they met here, out in the desolate, they'd entwined. Because of their compatibility, and affinity. Gorgeous warrior, with her teeth like a fence around such a sensitive part of him, without any intent of hurting. The pleasure itself was good, but this kind of act was based on some kind of trust, some king of good will. It mean that they were allies.<br/><br/>But she took a soldier's pride at what her efforts earned her. She sucked well, and he delivered a response that let her know that. He saw how that made her feel. She was eager for it. This kind of work flattered anyone, he thought. In doing this she was becoming better than she was. She accepted also when he took her hair and dictated her pacing and the depth. She stayed engaged throughout that as well, studying him curiously as he bounced her beautiful features off the destructive, swollen rod. They were sharing something - their biological inheritance, their physical secrets, her latest genesis. It was their science and religion wrapped up in a stolen bed.<br/><br/>He throat welcomed the new concoction, and she followed after that with a last lick goodbye. He was going to have another kind of fun with her. Her eyes were familiar to him, the way they drowned in their cold, glowing color, when he put her down to look up at him. The act was natural as they commenced with it. Even the simplest human knew about this, it was in their DNA, this game of thrusting and taking. Zara was beautiful underneath him, and encouraged with the hug of her legs. Kaldeio wasn't late to give her more. She had a stronger body now, and could easily take it without suffering. The strength in her was lovely to explore. It might have killed others.<br/><br/>He had copied some of the human show of intimacy from Kaldeio's old mind, and found that the way she joined their foreheads was particularly telling. He kept his skull still for her as his hips continued to be busy. He was learning the gentler communications of affection as well as the delights of her womanly places. For a moment both their identically hued pairs of eyes were looking at his massive intruder maraud her parted femininity, as though they were witnessing something dear and precious between them - something that rather looked like a consensual violation. It was the new scope of her priorities, to see the use and beauty of mayhem and force.<br/><br/>Her promise was valuable to him, and it was pointed by their current union. It was exactely this kind of thing the creature needed, and strived for. She believed it fully, it wasn't just some spell that intoxicated her toward his wants. She was this being now, who'd formerly been Zara Dawson, and she expressed it to him because she wanted him to know. He was rewarding, as much as he could, with the emotion he put on his face, because he wanted her to give him more of that in the future. Death, served up by her to him. It was all that expansion could be, the subjugation of others, and their snuffing. Zara wanted to do that for him, with him. He'd need nothing else from her. The woman turned into a beautiful monster.<br/><br/>It would have been enough. He didn't require anything more. This pleasure was already excessive, theirs wasn't an indulgent race, it was a warring one. But she wanted to give him more by taking more of him. She asked for it, the essence that had already altered her. Her pretty question in her illuminated, reflective eyes. He looked back to confirm, her devotion soaking the surface of her irises. And when he delivered that willingly, she was taken by the change, and also by her own raptures, wrecking her body. It was her flesh's way of promising that they were compatible, too. Kaldeio thought she was invaluable then, which was the same as love for the creature.<br/><br/>"You'll learn as we continue our path in the stars." he promised her, when she asked to be taught more. Her hands again, on his throat and face, and Kaldeio, who'd learned wht this meant now, leaned into the searching fingers, to accept her. His, hers - she was right, so he nodded. During their next kiss his tongue caressed hers and then split to lick the roof of her mouth. An appendage extended from the partition of the slick, pink length to stab through the vaulted ceiling and slither through to her foramen magnum. His lips kept hers open so the roots could lock into her gray matter.<br/><br/>It would doubtlessly be intense, to have her cunt ravaged ever so intimately while he invaded her brain as well. It wasn't only to deliver memories to her, that were rightfully hers now. On a planet she knew, but might never have seen like this, free from buildings and animals and fellow humans, only greenery and rocks and water. It was the memory of a perfect being, pouring its flesh and thereby its all into the streams. The life she had asked for was forming in her belly, and also partaking in the images.<br/><br/>Then came scenes from great wars, and the need for evolution, and the strands that eventually became the creature that invaded Kaldeio, and the preceding slaughter of the crew. A simple series of memories of others, a log of what might be important. It soaked into her brain like it was her own. She already knew her purpose, but she should get to know the events leading up to this as well. Humans had been initiated by the same race that created him. They were one in a very intimate, old way.<br/><br/>A spawn superior to the one that had manifested in Max was beginning in her, the nerves it borrowed thrumming with a fulfilling kind of life. He felt it, and looked at her to let her know, with a kind of closeness that let her know something significant had happened between them. While it tried to become a real being, Kaldeio touched her cheek, cupped it with the hand that could have enveloped her face, and smiled in a fulfilled manner.