After a few moments, Malpurgo removed his hand from the wench's sucking sex and reached over to release the shackle restraining her right wrist. Instantly, she wrenched her hand free and plunged her fingers into herself, ramming in all four digits in up to the palm. The wench moaned desperately, her belly pumping in and out as she forced the solid width of her knuckles past the entrance until only her thumb remained on the outside of her cunt to massage the bulging clitoris.

Malpurgo beamed in a dread sort of approval as he reached into his robe and withdrew a length of dark green kracx horn, intricately carved by some long forgotten artisan to represent a huge curving phallus. The wizard hefted the solid length in his palm and smirked down at the straining woman, saying sarcastically.

"His Royal Highness Prince Vulkan apologises for his absence and asked if I would give you this until he returns."

The wench withdrew her hand from her streaming sex and snatched the dildo from the wizard. She plunged the thickened length into herself, puffing out her cheeks in a loud gust of appreciation as she began to ram the dildo in and out. Desperately seeking to emulate the monumental thrusting she had experienced from the rapacious prince.

Malpurgo watched patiently until the wench screamed and shook with her fourth consecutive orgasm before turning to leave the tiny chamber. The sinister, vulpine countenance uplifted after witnessing the confirmation of the final aspect of his terrible plan – the wench was infected with the satyr's hellish gift… Nymphomania!

After five long days in the saddle, Prince Vulkan crested a rise to find himself looking down into a gently wooded vale through which ran the ancient, meandering roadway that lead into the Kingdom of Dashane.