Poxitarium Invade

The General's Office

In the wake of her departure, the General navigated his office with a leisurely, unhurried grace. Each step resonated against the polished marble floors, reflecting the opulence surrounding him. The walls, a delicate light lavender, were interspersed with deeper purple veining, creating a mesmerizing dance of color that whispered of luxury. The soft illumination from the cylindrical blue-tinted lights flanking the doorways bathed the room in a gentle, otherworldly glow, enhancing its tranquil atmosphere.

Approaching the grand central window, he paused to admire the expansive view of the base. The luxurious floor-to-ceiling curtains, woven from rich, deep blue fabric, shimmered subtly in the ambient light, striking a perfect balance between sophistication and seclusion. As he surveyed the scene outside, his mind flickered with thoughts of her presence—how her boldness had unsettled him in the best possible way.

He allowed himself a moment of introspection, pondering the intricate web of duty and desire that wove through his life. The tension of responsibility settled upon him like a heavy cloak, a reminder of the fine line he tread between authority and vulnerability. This sanctuary of elegance offered no respite from the weight he carried, yet it was within these walls that he could momentarily shed the burdens of command, lost in the serene beauty of his surroundings.

The General then approached his striking desk, a masterpiece crafted from iridescent Pox Wood, its deep violet hues shimmering like the twilight sky as it caught the light. He settled into his sleek, black leather executive chair, savoring the embrace of comfort that enveloped him, a brief respite from the weight of command.

With a deliberate motion, he reached into the desk's drawer and retrieved a fine tobacco blend, its rich, earthy aroma tantalizing his senses. As he lit it thoughtfully, tendrils of smoke curled upwards, filling the room with a fragrant haze that mingled with the ethereal glow from the digital holographic map and web interface on his desk. The soft flicker of the display illuminated his features, casting shadows that danced across the polished surface.

His gaze drifted to the left side of the room, where a sophisticated library occupied a substantial portion of the wall. Shelves lined with leather-bound volumes on military history, strategies, and combat training held a proud place alongside a special section of dark green tomes. These books, their covers textured and inviting, delved into the enigmatic mythologies and histories of various planets. The collection, currently standing at eleven volumes with fifty-three more to hunt, spoke volumes of the General’s profound curiosity for esoteric lore, a thirst for knowledge that drove him beyond mere tactics.

To the right of the room, a narrow cabinet housed a lavish collection of forty-six rare alcoholic beverages, each bottle a testament to fine craftsmanship and the artistry of distillation of rare exotic fruits from the planet itself. The cabinet, meticulously organized, showcased an array of glasses tailored for diverse palates, each designed to enhance the sensory experience of the drinks contained within. Topped with personal items—a golden paper hinting at past correspondence, an elegant ostrich feather pen resting as if poised for a moment of inspiration, and a half-opened box of red and pink "Ora" a focal point of both utility and aesthetic pleasure. A symmetrical white abstract sculpture crowned the cabinet, its fluid forms adding a touch of artistic elegance that harmonized seamlessly with the room’s sophisticated design, suggesting a balance between structure and creativity.

The General’s gaze finally settled on the floor, where the high-quality marble spread out like a serene landscape beneath him. The creamy white surface was adorned with subtle gray and pale lavender veining, creating a visual tapestry that extended smoothly across the expanse, exuding an air of timeless luxury. This polished marble was further enhanced by a custom-designed silk runner in muted silver, its gentle sheen highlighting the marble's natural beauty while inviting reflection and contemplation. The interplay of colors and textures beneath his feet served as a grounding reminder of the refined environment surrounding him.

With a final puff of tobacco, the General relaxed into his chair, the luxurious ambiance of the room standing in stark contrast to his stern and commanding presence. The soft leather embraced him, cocooning him in comfort while simultaneously reinforcing the authority he wielded. His surroundings, a carefully curated blend of comfort and sophistication, perfectly mirrored the complexity of his character—a man shaped by an unyielding sense of duty yet drawn to elegance and beauty in his environment.

As he inhaled deeply, savoring the rich, earthy aroma of the tobacco, the tranquil atmosphere was abruptly disrupted by the sound of a concealed mechanism engaging. The General’s gaze shifted to the wall on the right, where a hidden panel slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Fereyan emerging from the secret compartment. He carried a steel box, its opaque surface concealing whatever mysteries lay within, heightening the tension that had begun to build in the room.

Corrupted Vials

The General's eyebrows arched slightly in surprise, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as Fereyan entered with the steel box in hand. Its sudden appearance disrupted the luxurious and serene atmosphere of the room, an unexpected intrusion that pulled his focus away from the comforting elegance surrounding him. He took another slow drag from his tobacco, the smoke curling languidly in the air, swirling like his thoughts as he regarded Fereyan with a measured gaze, balancing curiosity with a growing concern.

Fereyan approached the desk, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor, each step a reminder of the gravity of the situation unfolding before them. The box was set down with a deliberate thud, the sound cutting through the tension in the air, and the General’s attention shifted sharply from the ease of his chair and the soothing ambiance of his office to the imposing metallic object now occupying the space.

With a controlled exhale, the General leaned back, allowing the fragrant tobacco smoke to diffuse into the air around him as he fixed his gaze on the box. His demeanor, though initially composed, now carried a trace of impatience, the anticipation thickening in the atmosphere as he awaited an explanation for this unexpected development.

Fereyan stepped forward, exuding a calm, almost defiant energy as he placed the vials contained within the box onto the desk. Their golden liquid shimmered under the harsh overhead light, reflecting the tension that had begun to build like a storm on the horizon. “General, let me show you something.”, he says anxious, afraid as if he knew the General would snap.

The General’s eyes narrowed, his expression sharpening like a blade as he studied the vials, his fingers drumming a staccato rhythm on the polished wood of the desk. “What’s this?”

Fereyan pointed to the labels, the urgency in his tone crystal clear. “These labels don’t match the instructions we received from the lab. They were supposed to be kept in a cold tank, and clearly, they weren’t. The labels indicate a different composition than intended. The exposure to improper conditions has caused a reaction.”

A flicker of annoyance flashed across the General’s face, his patience wearing thin. He set the vial down with deliberate force, the action sending a jolt through the desk, the sharp sound reverberating in the charged atmosphere, amplifying the tension between them. “So we’re looking at a complete failure due to negligence?”

“Yes, sir,” Fereyan replied, his tone steady and unwavering, a stark contrast to the rising tension in the room. “It’s not the dosage. The instructions were clear; the storage was not.”

The General settled back into his chair, his eyes narrowing further as he contemplated the implications of what had happened after she took the vial. Memories surged unbidden—her reaction, the way she had stirred something deep within him, igniting a mix of emotions he had long kept at bay. He let out a low groan, frustration mingling with an inexplicable desire, a conflict that churned within him.

“We need to consult with Gregory. He’s the one who can sort this out. Came here from a planet not so far off after it got nuked. Quite the science expert; he has a knack for these things.”

With a sudden movement, the General rose from his chair, the subtle but unmistakable tension in his trousers now evident, reflecting the growing urgency of the situation. He retrieved a small holographic phone from his pocket, his fingers deftly tapping the interface, the soft beeps echoing like a heartbeat in the silence, each sound underscoring the weight of their predicament.

“I’ll make the call. We should go check with the lab and ensure we’re prepared for Gregory,” he said, his voice firm and decisive, a reflection of the urgency that pulsed through the room.

The failed vials were a bitter disappointment, each one representing a setback that weighed heavily on his mind. Yet, amidst the frustration and professional obligations, his thoughts kept drifting back to the evening before—the time spent with her, the unique specimen who had captivated his attention and stirred something within him that he hadn’t anticipated. The memory of her presence lingered like a warm glow, overshadowing the immediate challenges before him.

As he shifted in his seat, the evidence of his reaction was undeniable, pressing insistently against the confines of his uniform—a physical reminder of his unspoken fascination with her that refused to be ignored. It was a feeling both thrilling and unsettling, intertwining his duty with desires he was reluctant to confront. The General, attempting to regain his composure, pressed the round button to initiate the holographic call to Gregory, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface as he did so. He knew that a meeting was necessary to address the serious implications of the failed vials, yet his thoughts remained clouded by the lingering image of her—her captivating gaze, the way she moved with an effortless grace—an intoxicating distraction he couldn’t quite shake.

The Call

While he waited for the call to connect, he stood up and moved to the center of the room, his posture commanding as he surveyed his surroundings.His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—strategies to address the lab's failures, the importance of Gregory’s expertise, and the undeniable distraction that lingered from the previous evening.As he turned slightly, lost in contemplation, Fereyan approached the General from behind, his footsteps silent against the polished floor.

The air was thick with tension, and Fereyan’s presence added an unspoken gravity to the moment. The young man, ever observant, seemed to sense the inner turmoil that the General was trying to mask.The General, aware of Fereyan's presence, remained still as Fereyan reached his hand from behind, gently touching the General's groin, caressing it back and forth.

Fereyan, feeling the General's response to his touch, slowly sank to his knees, still facing the General's back. He continued moving his hand, on his rough material, his cock pressing hard and ready against the trousers and his hand.The General, his breath becoming more labored, lifted his head up as if nothing was happening, assisting Fereyan in unzipping his pants.As Fereyan's hands explored the General's cock, he felt a surge of emotion, his attraction to the powerful man only intensifying. The General slowly turned to face Fereyan, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire.

In a sudden move, the General guided Fereyan's face forcefully and fast towards his open trousers, urging him to breathe in his masculine scent. Fereyan obliged, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating aroma. The General kept one hand on his hip, expressing his relaxation and comfort, while the other hand held the holographic telephone.

The General, now more aroused than ever, slid his boxer shorts slightly downwards, allowing Fereyan to take him into his mouth fully. Fereyan, eager to please, began to suck and lick, savoring the taste and thickness of the General's arousal. Soft moans escaped Fereyan's lips as he felt the General grow harder and thicker in his mouth, relishing the sensation of providing pleasure to the man he so deeply admired.

As the intensity of the moment grew, the General's breathing became more ragged, his free hand now gripping the edge of the nearby desk for support. Fereyan's skilled mouth continued to work its magic, his tongue expertly swirling around the General's engorged shaft. The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet, sensual noises of Fereyan's mouth, creating an atmosphere charged with erotic energy.

The General's hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting gently into Fereyan's eager mouth, as he sought more of the exquisite sensations that Fereyan was providing. Fereyan's hands reached up to grasp the General's hips, encouraging his movements and taking him even deeper into his throat.

As the pleasure continued to build, the General's mind became consumed by the incredible sensations coursing through his body. His thoughts of the pressing matters at hand began to fade away, replaced instead by the all-consuming desire for release. Fereyan, sensing the General's growing need, redoubled his efforts, his mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring the General ever closer to the edge.

Throughout the intimate encounter, Fereyan remained unaffected by the General's purple energy, allowing him to fully experience the raw physicality of their connection, unencumbered by any supernatural influence.

As Fereyan continued to pleasure the General, the holographic phone call connected, and Gregory's image appeared before them. The General, his voice steady and authoritative despite the intimate act being performed on him, addressed Gregory with a sense of urgency.

"Gregory, we have a situation that requires your immediate attention," the General began, his eyes briefly flickering to Fereyan before returning to the hologram. "The vials have failed, and we need your expertise to rectify the situation."

Gregory, a skilled lab scientist who had sought refuge on this planet with his family after their own world was destroyed by nuclear warfare, was well-versed in creating injections, mixing elements, and developing solutions to complex problems. He nodded, his expression serious as he listened to the General's words.

"I understand, General," Gregory responded, his voice tinged with determination, looking at the general's face that was stoic and demanding. "I will gather my tools and be there shortly to assess the situation."

The General, satisfied with Gregory's response, terminated the call, allowing the hologram to dissipate. As the conversation concluded, the General turned his attention back to Fereyan, who had not once faltered in his erotic movements. The General's breathing became more labored as Fereyan's efforts intensified, swirling around his cock and kissing it, looking into the General's eyes with his azure innocent agenlic gaze, moaning and blushing, the tension in his body building while gripping Fereyan's head hard, deep inside his mouth, releasing with a final thrust his semen inside of his neck, contracting, swallowing and whimpering slightly.

"Fereyan," the General whispered, his voice strained with pleasure, "you have my gratitude for your... attentiveness."

As the General recovered, he gently guided Fereyan to his feet. The General, ever aware of his authoritative role, knew that he must now focus on the pressing matter at hand. However, the lingering sensations of pleasure and the warmth of Fereyan's presence made it difficult for him to fully detach from the intimate moment they had just shared.

The room was now filled with a tense, electric energy, as both men were acutely aware of the shift in their relationship. The General, his eyes still locked with Fereyan's, struggled to regain his composure, his mind racing with thoughts of the task that lay ahead and the implications of what had just transpired between them.

As they awaited Gregory's arrival, the General and Fereyan wordlessly adjusted their clothing, each of them attempting to regain a sense of normalcy in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. The air in the room seemed to crackle with unspoken words and unexplored emotions, the weight of their shared experience hanging heavy between them.

Despite the urgency of the situation with the failed vials, the General found his thoughts continuously drifting back to the sensations of Fereyan's touch, the taste of his skin, and the undeniable connection that had formed between them. He knew that he would need to confront these feelings eventually, but for now, he had to focus on the task at hand and the responsibility he bore as the leader of his people.

As the moments ticked by, the General and Fereyan stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the door, awaiting Gregory's arrival. The silence between them was charged with anticipation, each man acutely aware of the other's presence, their newfound intimacy creating a bond that would undoubtedly shape the course of their future interactions.

In the quiet of the office, the General's mind raced with possibilities, both for the solution to the failed vials and for the potential of what could develop between him and Fereyan. As he stood there, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, he knew that the path forward would be fraught with challenges, but he also recognized the opportunity for growth, both professionally and personally.

With a deep breath, the General steeled himself for the arrival of Gregory, ready to face the obstacles that lay ahead and to explore the uncharted territory of his relationship with Fereyan. The future, uncertain as it was, held the promise of change and the potential for a deeper connection, forged in the heat of passion and the crucible of shared experiences.

"Prepare the lab for Gregory's arrival," the General instructed Fereyan, his voice returning to its usual commanding tone. "We have work to do, and time is of the essence. Let's go."

Fereyan, his heart still racing from their encounter, nodded in understanding and quickly set about his tasks. As they walked through the dimly lit hallways, the white marble walls reflected the cold, sterile light, casting elongated shadows. The General moved with a purposeful stride, his boots echoing off the stone floor.

Anonymous Shadow

Upon reaching the windowed door of the lab, both the General and Fereyan froze, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. A shadow flickered inside, quick and elusive, igniting a surge of adrenaline within them. The General’s instincts kicked in; he raised his left arm in a silent command, halting Fereyan in his tracks. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken understanding—this was no random occurrence. Someone was inside who shouldn’t be, and the weight of that realization pressed down on them.

The General’s hand slipped into his pocket, retrieving a small, intricate hypercube. It caught the dim light filtering through the glass, its golden edges gleaming like a beacon of hidden knowledge. Strange numbers and symbols were meticulously etched onto its surface, each face of the cube a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Fereyan’s eyes widened in awe, momentarily distracted from the gravity of their situation by the marvel of the device. He had never seen anything quite like it; the General’s calm, deliberate handling of it only deepened his respect for the man, whose presence radiated authority and wisdom.

With a careful yet decisive motion, the General pushed the door open, the hinges creaking ominously in the otherwise silent corridor. The sound seemed to reverberate, amplifying their heightened senses. Realizing that the element of surprise was lost, he didn’t hesitate. He burst through the doorway, Fereyan close behind, their movements synchronized—a testament to their years of disciplined training and camaraderie.

Inside the lab, what was normally a sanctuary of methodical research now pulsed with urgency and potential danger. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the sharp tang of metal filled the air, a stark reminder of the sterile environment that now felt hostile. The General’s hand shot out, slamming the security alarm with a force that matched the intensity in his eyes. The blaring sound echoed through the facility, a jarring announcement that something had gone terribly wrong. Fereyan’s heart raced in response, adrenaline flooding his system as he scanned the room for any sign of the intruder.

A shadow darted across the far wall, moving with an unnerving speed that defied logic. Fereyan bolted after it, his movements sharp and agile, but the figure slipped away, almost inhumanly swift. The General, ever the strategist, called out with a commanding voice that sliced through the alarm, “Secure the lab!” His tone left no room for hesitation, infusing the air with urgency.

Fereyan’s mind raced, but he forced himself to focus. He had learned the importance of remaining calm in crisis situations, even as his heart pounded in his chest, each beat a reminder of the stakes. Methodically, he began sweeping the lab, checking for signs of disturbance—open drawers, misplaced files, anything that could reveal the intruder's intent. The room was cluttered with advanced technology and research equipment, each item a testament to the work that had been done here, now potentially compromised.

The General remained at the center of the room, a steadying force amidst the chaos. His sharp eyes, honed by years of experience, scanned every corner with a vigilance that suggested he would miss nothing. He was aware of every subtle shift in the atmosphere, every sound that could indicate danger. The stark contrast between the sterile environment and the palpable tension emphasized the gravity of their mission.

In that moment, the two men were bound by a shared sense of purpose, their individual strengths complementing each other. Fereyan, with his agility and keen intuition, was a perfect counterpart to the General’s commanding presence and strategic mind. Together, they formed a formidable team, united in their quest to uncover the truth behind the shadow that threatened to disrupt their carefully orchestrated world.

The shadowy figure remained an enigma, its identity and intentions concealed beneath a cloak of speed and darkness. Yet, the General and Fereyan stood united in their resolve. They were not merely pursuing an unknown threat; they were defenders of the secrets housed within this lab—secrets that had the potential to shift the balance of power across galaxies. Every movement they made, every decision taken, was driven by an unwavering commitment to protect what lay within these walls and the entire base itself.

As they pressed on in their pursuit, the tension between them was palpable—not born of fear, but forged from a shared determination to confront whatever lurked in the shadows. The alarm blared through the facility, its harsh, jarring sound shattering the stillness of the night. The cacophony reverberated off the walls, a relentless reminder that danger was imminent.

The once-quiet hallways, now a torrent of activity, filled with the echoes of awakened residents, each species voicing their confusion and concern in their native tongues. The air buzzed with a symphony of panic and urgency, the multitude of languages swirling together in a chaotic chorus that swept through the complex like an electric wave. Amidst this throng of panicked beings, a group of diminutive, elf-like creatures darted through the crowd with astonishing speed and precision. Their small stature belied their lethal prowess; each carried a quiver of arrows, tipped with the deadliest poison known across the galaxy.

Their skin shimmered in iridescent hues of blue, while their eyes glowed with a sharp, predatory light, hinting at their deadly capabilities. These creatures, known as the Illathien, were renowned for their expertise in stealth and assassination, their poisoned arrows feared by all who had heard the whispers of their skill. Their movements were a blur, too fast for the naked eye to track, as they spread out through the facility, ready to strike at the first sign of danger, embodying both elegance and menace.

In another corner of the facility, a Haraz woman held her child close, both enveloped in a soft, glowing aura. The Haraz species maintained this luminescent form until they reached 3,000 years of age, at which point they would undergo a transformation into a mysterious, never-before-seen glowing essence. The mother and child, like many others in the chaos, huddled together, uncertain of the peril that lurked just beyond their fragile safety.

High above them, perched in the towering sentinels of the base, guards stood at the ready, weapons trained on the sprawling landscape below. Their presence exuded calm vigilance, eyes narrowing at any flicker of movement in the distance. The towers were designed to offer a panoramic view of the surroundings, ensuring that no intruder could approach without being detected. The guards exchanged silent nods, each aware of their crucial role in maintaining the base’s security.

As the tension mounted, the General tapped the device in his hand, and a holographic screen flickered to life, illuminating his stern expression. The face of Gregory, the scientist they had contacted earlier, appeared within the shimmering projection. Gregory’s demeanor was serious, his eyes darting between the General and the chaotic lab backdrop, reflecting the urgency of the moment.

“We have a situation,” the General said, his voice low and controlled, betraying none of the tension that simmered beneath the surface. “I need you in the lab immediately. We have an intruder, and there’s no time to waste.”

Gregory nodded, already moving. “I’m on my way, sir. I’ll be there in less than two minutes.”

The General ended the call and turned to Fereyan, who was still scanning the lab with a focused intensity. “Stay sharp."

Fereyan nodded, his jaw set in determination. Despite the fear that gnawed at the edges of his mind, he was ready. They would find the intruder, and they would make sure that whatever secrets they were after remained hidden.

The guards moved swiftly through the hallways, ushering people into secured rooms, their voices calm but firm. They made sure everyone was locked inside safely, the sound of doors sealing shut echoing through the corridors. Within minutes, the once chaotic hallways were empty, leaving only the hum of the facility’s systems and the distant sound of the alarm fading away.

The General’s communicator buzzed sharply, cutting through the silence. He answered it immediately. “Yes, Elpirio?”

Elpirio’s voice high pitched came through, steady but urgent. “General, we’ve got a situation. I’ve spotted a figure—dressed head to toe in black, oversized clothing. No way to tell who or what they are underneath. They’re not searching the lab, though. Whatever they’re after, it’s somewhere else.”

The General’s eyes narrowed. “Where?”

“They’re moving fast,” Elpirio continued, his species’ enhanced vision allowing him to track the intruder with ease. “But it’s not clear what they’re looking for. They’re checking rooms, bypassing the lab entirely.”

The General felt a surge of frustration. They had prepared for intrusions, but this—this was something different. He glanced at Fereyan, who was already tense, waiting for orders.

“Keep eyes on them,” the General said, his voice clipped. “We’ll intercept.”

As they moved toward the lower levels, the General’s mind raced. The intruder was bypassing key areas, heading toward something they hadn’t anticipated. There were countless rooms and corridors in this facility, many of which held sensitive information. The thought that someone—or something—was out there, slipping through their defenses, made his blood boil.

Elpirio’s voice crackled again. “General, they’re close to the archives. Still no idea what they’re after, but they’re determined.”

“Understood,” the General replied, his tone resolute. He motioned for Fereyan to follow, the two of them moving quickly but cautiously through the empty halls. The sound of their footsteps echoed as they descended deeper into the base, each step bringing them closer to a confrontation they weren’t fully prepared for.