Poxitarium Invade

Fantasy

A Debt to Be Paid

As they enter the confines of the base, Kaizu's hand grabs her arm, pulling her into a secluded chamber. The door slams shut behind them, and she's acutely aware of how alone they are. Kaizu's eyes bore into hers, filled with a predatory hunger that makes her skin crawl.

"You made a promise," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "And I intend to collect."

Kaizu's warrior suit, a tough, blue and white armor with a sheen like polished steel, clatters to the ground. His muscled form, slick with sweat from the day's tension, looms above her as he unfastens the plates, revealing the taut skin beneath.

Her own suit, a lighter pink that matches the unusual hue of her skin, is softer in design but still formidable, designed to shield her in battle. Kaizu's gaze lingers on her armor with a mix of curiosity and disdain before he begins to remove it, savoring the vulnerability that emerges with each piece discarded.

"You said you'd do anything," Kaizu murmurs, his hand tracing the curve of her throat with deliberate slowness.

"Let's see how desperate you really are." His fingers tighten around her throat, not quite choking, but enough to make his power undeniable. The thrill of her pulse under his grip sends a dark, malicious delight coursing through him. He's in control—completely, ruthlessly.

"Kaizu..." she says trembling.

"I am still virgin.." looking ashamed in the opposite direction while hoping he would stop.

She shudders, her breath hitching as she feels his hand slide lower, grazing her skin as if testing her limits.

"Please...don't" squinting her eyes, realizing how much she's been caught in The General's web and now Kaizu's.

He takes his time undressing her, savoring the fear in her eyes, the way her body tenses under his touch. The anticipation builds as his own arousal grows. He relishes the feeling of peeling the layers, watching as her defenses crumble.

"I couldn't give a fuck" he says indifferently, while gazing upon her with cold eyes.

When Kaizu presses against her, his cock is rigid with desire. His hand grips her waist, pulling her closer until she can feel the hardness straining against his pants. He undoes them slowly, the rough fabric brushing against her thighs as he reveals himself. His cock, thick and ready, brushes against her skin, making her blood run cold.

He strokes himself, teasing her with the sight, his eyes locked onto hers as he watches every flicker of emotion—fear, defiance, reluctant arousal. The air grows heavy with the scent of sweat and lust, a heady mix that awakens a deep instinct.

Her skin, flushed with a deeper pink, radiates a subtle glow—something Kaizu dismisses as he does not perceive energy. He doesn't know that it's tied to her energy, that this glow is something the General has carefully manipulated. To him, it's just another exotic feature to exploit.

He shoves her onto the cot, his armor long forgotten on the floor. The weight of his body pins her down, and she's powerless beneath him. There's a moment where their eyes meet—his filled with raw need, hers brimming with tears. He revels in it, that mix of shame and desire that makes her squirm beneath him. It fuels him, spurring him to thrust deeper, harder, as if claiming her submission is the only thing that matters.

Kaizu's mind races between the brutality of the act and something more—something unfamiliar. There's a part of him that wants to protect her, to shield her from the world that demands so much of them both. But he crushes that thought, burying it beneath the layers of dominance and control.