"Please lord prince," the man squawked in abject panic, "it's how we live, scavenging food and whatever else we can, its been that way ever since the queen made the king wall up the dungeons and me with them, I swear it!"

Vulkan released his grip on the dungeon master, spinning the stocky little man around to face him, but keeping the tip of his dirk under the nervously bobbing Adam's apple.

"You know who I am?" asked Vulkan.

"Who doesn't know Prince Vulkan? who rescued the seneschal's lady from an army of robbers and blew away the king's champion as if he were a mere squire."

Vulkan ignored the flattering hyperbole.

"How did you come by this grull?"

Gargo made a harrumphing sound, "he was left here by a wizard who came two summers ago to claim Leopold's daughter. They flogged the old goat across the drawbridge and threw this little bugger in the moat. I found him wandering about at night scavenging for food. Now he lives with me in the dungeons."

Vulkan sheathed his dirk, "show me the dungeons."

An hour later, Prince Vulkan, nude, save for a thin cross belt and pouch that held his dirk and a few items furnished by Gargo, slid back the secret door set into the ornate panelling at the rear of Princess Lilliphane's sitting room. The room was in darkness, but thanks to his heightened senses, Vulkan could see clearly in the faint candlelight that spilled under the nearby bedroom door.

The satyr cocked his head for a moment, breaking out into a lewd grin as he recognised the muffled purring of the royal slut pleasuring herself whilst she impatiently awaited his arrival.

Lilliphane lay naked on top of the bed. Her pale thighs spread wide and gleaming in the candles' glow as she stroked her stone hard clitoris. She had been masturbating ever since coming up from the banquet and was now in pursuit of her third orgasm. Her heavily bejewelled fingers and soft, brown thatch were soaked with her cum. Her mind filled with thoughts of the young Prince Vulkan mounting her with his huge phallus.