Vulkan inclined his head almost imperceptively by way of acceptance as the princess continued to discreetly milk his giant sex. Her green eyes becoming moody and smouldering as she watched one of the tiny muscles in his cheek jump in time to her urgent finger manipulations; the fecund princess hopelessly ignorant of her peril as she baited the volcanic sexual appetites of the handsome satyr.

Once safely back in his chambers Vulkan necked one of his little blue pills, then paced the floor waiting impatiently in the darkness for the great castle to quiet down and for the guards to change and begin their first round.

It had been a week of great jubilation throughout the whole kingdom whilst the tournament had run its course. The celebrations culminating in the sumptuous betrothal banquet tonight, where Leopold had formerly announced the forthcoming marriage of his only daughter to Vulkan in seven days time.

Thereafter, everyone seemed to have imbibed far too much wine, including the servants and guards. Whilst he waited, Vulkan allowed his heightened senses to roam beyond his room. Listening to the last of the royal revellers staggering unsteadily off to their chambers and later, the many body-servants making their way back down to their quarters in the lower levels of the labyrinthine keep.

The prince was just about to leave to seek out Lilliphane when he detected the smell of burning coal oil, bourn on a tiny waft of air, apparently coming from within his chambers. It took only a few moments for his sensitive nose to pinpoint the mysterious source as coming from behind a heavy wooden armoire built into an alcove at the back of his sitting room. After a few minutes careful searching, his sensitive fingers found the hidden mechanism that allowed part of the frontage to swing away, revealing an unlit passage beyond.

The prince slipped his heavy dirk down the side of his boot and stepped into the darkness. Once inside the narrow passage he stood for a moment to sniff the stale air. Someone had passed by only a few moments ago, likely bearing a burning torch and that had been the source of the coal oil he had smelt.