The ambassador appears.

As you thought about him the ambassador appeared. He looked down upon you, your sex leaking, your body glowing from your recent brolling. His power and position made him seem so strong and virile in some inexplicable way. You found him handsome, so sexy... so perfect. It was as if he had just lit a fire in you, making you feel things you never felt before. Your cheeks flushed red as you felt your naked nipples harden, betraying you. He reached down to his belt buckle, undoing it with a quick flick of his fingers. "Do you want this?” he asked, his voice deep and confident.

You nodded in mute awe, your eyes fixed upon his. A part of you hated him. This was the man who had shamed and unmanned you, who had ambushed your troupe and had your faithful men ruked and enslaved. Who was now plying you with nectar that heightened and made you a **** **** to you new female needs. You hated him.

He smiled, then slowly pulled out his erect penis. It was big, much bigger than any man you had ever seen. You bit your lip with growing need. You looked up into his eyes and wished your positions were reversed. Damn him!

Still you reached out and gripped his thick manhood in your tiny hand. He inhaled deeply as you gently stroked him. A plan was forming in your mind. If you could lay your hands upon his stock of rum serum… you could ruk this prick. He could share your fate.

But you would need to act quickly. He was an ambassador and custom protected him within the walls of your city state. Such immunity and protection was sacrosanct. You must act now, before you arrived him. To harm the ambassador in your city state would bring shame upon it. But to defeat him in the no man’s land outside the city walls… that would help return your lost honour in no small way.

You gently rubbed his thick cock with desire. You had to get out of here and into his cabin. “Please master…”