By now, she had succeeded in liberating his erection, which despite his use of self- hypnosis was as hard as a pikestaff. Vulkan knew that he would have to give her something, or risk her disturbing the entire household. Grinning salaciously at her, he slid toward the bottom of the bed and pulled her after him by her hair, which the maid had just brushed out to its full, fiery length.

She understood his intent immediately and allowed him to pull her over onto her back and drop her neck over the edge of the mattress until he could slide his cock into her mouth and on down into her gullet. Vulkan groaned as she deep throated him with comparative ease after undergoing her metamorphosis. The prince remembered at the last moment not to cry out as she sank her teeth into the base of his shaft in her desperation. Her own moans of pleasure were effectively silenced by the massive column of gristle plugging her oesophagus. Even when he stretched over her to close his mouth over her fluttering vulva and began to pump his rod in and out of her gullet, the only sound she made was a soft, rhythmic snorting through her nostrils as he occasionally cleared windpipe.

The couple stayed locked together like that for several exquisite minutes until they spasmed together. She, as his serpent's tongue raked amongst the pulsating folds of her cunt, and he, as she sucked down the endless streams of spunk flooding from the massive balls squashed against her forehead.

As soon as he could disengage himself from her, he slipped a small pill into her mouth and held his hand over her face until he was sure it had dissolved. The potion had an almost immediate cooling effect upon her ardour and she flopped sulkily bag into the pillows, her blue eyes dark and moody as she watched him neck an identical pill.

"What is happening to me?" she asked at last, "I feel like I'm on fire all of the time and just the thought of you…" she shivered, leaving the thought unfinished.