While she was a chosen ally, her behavior had triggered a hunting instinct in him. It was greatly satisfying to hear her gasp and growl, with her head lowered onto the desk. It brings pride to any man that can bend his prey over. With what resistance she could manage, he only became further excited, since it was obvious he was in control. Her bucking underneath only showed that he'd successfully caught her. The more she moved about with the intent to escape, the more she filled him with the need to subdue her. The creature in Kaldeio swelled, and wanted to sink its teeth into her.<br/><br/>Her legs apart, he managed to draw other sounds from her, when he introduced the flesh that belonged inside hers. Her body recognized this, and yearned for it. She'd lubed herself up for him, and he knew what kind of unspoken invitation that was. Zara might not want to be held down, but she did want to be taken. The cock that waited to have her twitched in arousal when the gun spelled out her situation, and she realized it. Her sudden halt in motion made her irresistable. He rewarded her with half his length, and her tunnel wound around him with great addiction. Kaldeio sighed with triumph and watched as his cock went in, the woman held by her wrists and taught by the rifle, which a man at his size could wield almost like a handgun.<br/><br/>It is always a delight to interrupt someone's sentences, and she showed such beautiful surprise for him when he turned her around. There was a moment there, when she took in her situation, naked like him, with the weapon and its waiting projectiles hoping to make short work of her brain. He liked that moment, when she understood her life was in his hands, and then submitted to offering up her sex for survival and pleasure. Human women unfolding was a thing worth waiting in the stars for. He of course didn't wait, and her presented throat filled him with all the beastly hormones, eager to posses her, and make her his more than he'd already done. Her breathing was concentrated, deliberate. He smiled at that as he enjoyed her. It was quite a compliment to the eager male ego, that she'd employ the same technique to endure the stretch of his cock as she might an injury sustained in battle. He didn't want to disappoint, and applied force that might be equal to trauma, rocking the stationed desk.<br/><br/>Her reciprocation was picturesque, and he stared at it, the way she met him. It fueled a harsher pace. He could feel her inside adjusting to him. This sensation was far superior to Lin. He didn't need the gun? "You say that, but you're much more reasonable now, aren't you Zara?" he commented and then pointed his meaning with a particularly hard thrust. He let her be when she broke free of his hold. She only became more pliable with her freedom. It pleased him, and made him more likely to listen to her request. What a lovely way to ask, and how engaged she felt when she tended to his chest. Kaldeio threw the rifle over his shoulder, hanging it over his back again as he held the afflicted woman to him, still gored with his cock that seemed to cause her both torture and rapture, and held her to him, still bouncing her, toward the provided bedroom.<br/><br/>He seemed to be enamored by the way she worshipped his torso. Her blood was flooding her with loyalty, but this seemed a talent all of her own. The room was larger than what Lin had, but he supposed that was to be expected, given the station of the one who lived here. He stood by the edge of the simple sheets and bent her head back like before, exposing her throat so he could bow low to kiss her fervently. It wasn't so much affection as it was communication. He was testing her mouth and making sure he found no animosity, and looking for more signs of submission. Eventually he was sitting on the bed, and looking at her. Zara wasn't a runt, but she was dwarfed by his stature. The original Kaldeio hadn't been this strong being, but he'd at least had the lanky height to build on. The creature in him was grateful for that. What were humans if not just a flesh suit on a bone support system?<br/><br/>All this moving about had provided good friction for him, and the intensity of his usually collected eyes was coming undone. He was well with her in the act, passion growing, if mostly physical. He shifted until his back was against the bed board, keeping himself inside her through it all. He leaned on the simple provided support and let her go for a moment, his hand soon seeking out one of those scrumptious breasts and squeezing firmly, pushing at it to see it well between his digits. She really was a stellar example of human health and biological superiority. He could see why Lin might have felt inferior to her now.<br/><br/>He looked at her with some expectation, all of his eyes drowned in silver now, and the pre-offerings from the slit of his cock was soaking her in silver too, the glistening liquid leaking out between her tightly squeezing walls and the base of his cock. They were becoming compatible, and she was being reshaped. While his voice was without judgment, there was an air of her having to preform now that she'd submitted. He expected excellency from the woman he trusted, and was going to test her durability.