The wizard shook his head as if to banish the memory for good.

"You, my royal prince, will teach Leopold's court the true meaning of perversion, foolishness and pain in full measure."

"Where are my men," asked the prince, "I had a dozen hand picked men at arms in my escort."

The wizard gestured absently, as if the matter were of no consequence.

"Gone back to your flatulent father with their tails between their legs. Doubtless spewing forth some cock and bull story about how they were overcome by insurmountable odds and robbed of his precious taxes," the wizard smirked, "I doubt that old Harken will shed any tears over your disappearance my disappointing prince, although the loss of his tribute will probably cost your men dear."

At a signal from the wizard, the ever-present grulls stumped forward and unfastened Vulkan's many bindings. The prince stepped down from the table and flexed his newly acquired musculature, his hand going automatically to grip the huge phallus. Without a trace of self-consciousness the satyr pumped his fist up and down the length of rapidly solidifying meat in front of the watching wizard and his dim witted grulls. Masturbating hugely until the desperately needed orgasm crashed through his rippling belly, hurling countless fierce pulses of red-hot semen high into the air. The changeling collapsed to his knees grunting harshly, the tightly bunched shoulder muscles shaking violently as he continued feverishly milking the final exquisite sensations from the quivering cock.

And whilst Prince Vulkan sat crouched over his throbbing member, the air in the sepulchral chamber was rent over and over by the harsh, cackling laughter of the Arch Thaumaturge, Lord Malpurgo of Gliss.

Prince Vulkan stood dressed in a suit of glittering mail and plate armour that served to gird and accentuate his new and powerful frame. At his side, a broad sword fashioned by Malpurgo himself, hung in a finely tooled leather and brass scabbard. The prince accepted a fur-collared cloak from one of the ubiquitous grulls before mounting his warhorse. Once in the saddle Vulkan walked his snorting steed over to where the wizard waited on a first floor balcony.