Plan B

You gently rubbed his thick cock with desire. "Please..." you whispered, looking up at Ambassador Khol through the cage bars with real longing in your eyes. You should hate him but you wanted him instead. Damn passion nectar. He smirked down at you, clearly enjoying the power he held over you and the depths you would sink too to satisfy you rampant urges. You continued to stroke his erection, feeling the heat emanating from it as you moved your hand up and down his thick veined shaft.

The man grinned as you pleasured him, his eyes full of lust and smug satisfaction. "You're such a good little serum girl, Zhast," he observed sending shivers down your spine.

The damned passion nectar coursing through your veins unmanned you and made your sexual need unbearable. "Please sir. Fuck me? In your cabin where I will not be shamed in front of the crew." You wanted him to fuck you badly. Sadly that was not an act but raw sexual need. The shame…? It was a fact that when you were fucking you felt no shame, just arousal. But if you were to get into his cabin you could access his stock of serums.

The ambassador considered your words carefully as he buttoned his breeches. He was well aware of your desires and knew that he held all the power in this situation. However, the thought of having a serum girl like you in his cabin, where he could indulge in his darkest fantasies, was too much for him to resist.

"Very well Zhast."

Khol’s words sent a wave of excitement through you. You couldn't believe your luck; he had fallen right into your trap. He reached to his belt where the key to your cage hung and unlocked the cage. You climbed out, naked and horny thanks to your passion nectar. You eagerly followed him as he led you to his quarters, your heart pounding with anticipation, your full breasts swaying and your loins tingling

As you entered the ambassador's quarters, your eyes took in the luxurious surroundings. The room was tastefully appointed with fine fabrics and intricate woodwork. In the center of the room was a large, comfortable bed, and next to it stood a large wooden chest. By the wall was a writing desk with quill, ink well, parchment and wax. You knew he wore his seal on his pinky ring.

You looked casually around the cabin to see if there was any other place he could store his stock of serums. You needed to know where he kept his medicaments to get your ****. Nothing presented itself but a wise man kept things like ruk serum in a secure location. You did notice a peep hole in the door. He must have been able to watch you being Brol led from the privacy of his quarters.

"Um sir, can I have **** bitters please. Surely you don't want me to fall pregnant," you ask. He would keep the bitters with his cache of serums, you were certain. And avoiding getting pregnant seemed wise.

The ambassador chuckled lightly at your request. "Of course, my little serum girl. You shall have your **** bitters." He moved over to the wooden chest and opened it, revealing a collection of vials and bottles inside. He reached in and pulled out a small vial labeled '**** bitters'.

You took the vial of bitters from him, uncapped the vial and took a small swig of the vile liquid, wincing as it went down. It tasted disgusting, but you knew it was necessary to avoid pregnancy. The ambassador watched you drinking the vial of bitters, his eyes never leaving yours. As you swallowed the last of the disgusting liquid, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal. You could fuck to your hearts content now without any repercussions. A little voice in the back of your head said that you were fooling yourself but you ignored it.

"Thank you sir,” you say as you finish your medicine.

“I didn’t do it for you. I don’t really care if you get pregnant or not slut. You're here to be presented to Lord Leegh as a gift. A pregnant serum girl is not a proper gift, it’s an open insult.” He says. You struggle to understand his logic given the gift of his ruked Captain as a well broled serum **** girl was clearly meant to be an insult from the city state of Tsaz.

You apologise submissively. “I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to upset you," you said, lowering your eyes submissively. You swallowed hard, intent on hiding your intent to betray him. After sex he may fall asleep and then you could pilfer his ruk serum and use it on him. The man’s hubris was galling.

"Very well," he said, sensing your disdain. "But remember, serum girls like you are here to serve their masters, not to disobey them."

You nod. "Yes sir… how did you want to fuck me?!" You ask hopefully.

The ambassador looked at you, his eyes flashing with lust. "You're an eager, little serum girl," he purred. "I like that. First, I think I'll have you on all fours. I want to see that pretty little branded ass of yours bounce as I fuck you from behind. That is my brand you wear…”

You feel a jolt of arousal in your loins as you move to all fours on his bed, obeying him, your hairless sex exposed. You arch your back and lower your heavy breasts to the silks of his bed. The silk feels divine on your bare nipples and they grow hard. Your sex is already wet, sensitively swollen and ripely ready to be taken thanks to the nectar. You grip your ankles, braced for a thorough fucking.

The ambassador watched you eagerly comply, his eyes roaming lustfully over the lush contours of you naked and gloriously exposed body. He disrobed as he admired the artful submissiveness of your pose. As the last of his garments fell to the ground he reached out to grab your slim hips, positioning you perfectly for what was to come. With a deep breath, he aligned his throbbing cock at your nether regions entrance and pushed forward, slowly.

The invasion of your body feels amazing. You gasp as he slides in, feeling him stretch your insides as they accommodated his impressive girth and length. His hand grips your hair, forcing you to stay in position for his pleasure. "Fuck," he mutters, driving deeper. "You're so tight… so hot."

You moan loudly, feeling him fill you completely, his balls grazing your lips. "Yes master. Your cock feels so good. Fuck your little ****. Fuck me hard," you beg. You feel yourself getting wetter, and the heady mix of pleasure and pain is making you dizzy with desire.

The ambassador grins at your response, taking it as a sign that you're fully under his control. With renewed vigor, he begins to pound into you hard, his hips slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. He grips your hair tighter, pulling back on your head to expose your throat as he drives deeper.

You cry out in inarticulate pleasure as you experience ahegao, eyes glazed and unfocused, face red and sweaty, mouth slack jawed. You feel a drumming rush of pleasure as his cock pounds your g-spot with each brutal stroke. Your mind is blanketed in a haze of lust, and all you can think about is how much you want him to fill you up. “Harder my lord. Deeper. I am not worthy of your magnificent cock,” you ramble. Ignited slaves had said those selfsame words to you when you’d taken them and they never sounded as true to your ears as now.

The ambassador continues to pound into your hot slick cunt, his hips slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. His hand grips your hair tighter, pulling back

as he drives deeper. You can feel the head of his cock brushing against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your serum girl body.

The ambassador's pace quickens in a frenzy of lust. You feel the familiar ache of a growing orgasm in your lower abdomen. "I'm going to cum inside you," he growls, his voice breaking as he prepares to release his seed deep inside your womb

"Yes master. Fill my belly,," you moan, your eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Cum inside your little serum girl. Fill her up with your seed." The ambassador roars in delight, his hips slamming into you a final time as he erupts inside you.

You feel his hot seed filling you up and you imagine your womb stretching to capacity. He continues to pump his cum into you, filling you up with his jism. The feeling is overwhelming, both pleasurable and pleasantly humiliating.

As he finishes emptying his seed into you, the ambassador releases your hair and collapses on top of you, panting heavily. You can feel his weight pressing down on you, his sweaty skin sticking to your own. You're trembling with exhaustion and pleasure, every muscle in your body aching.

You lay there as the ambassador finally pulls out of you, his softening cock slipping out of your soaked and now oozing pussy. He grins down at you, his face dripping with sweat and satisfaction. "You are a most obedient serum girl."

"Thankyou master…" you eye him, wondering if the sex has tired him.