God! How she wanted him, she thought, dipping her fingers deep into the viscous softness of her vulva and spreading more of the plenteous love juices out onto her plump belly with her palm.

At thirty-five, Lilliphane had a well honed appetite for sex, having already had three husbands, including the present perverted Eldred, who seemed only able to achieve orgasm when ramming himself into her back passage.

Her first husband had been a boisterous, yet innocent young knight, who had fucked her energetically every single night for the nine months of their short marriage. Their union cut short when he had fallen from his horse, drunk and broken his neck.

Lilliphane's second husband had been a saturnine duke in late middle age who had introduced her to all things sexual during the long winter nights spent in his isolated northern keep. She still had vivid memories of her wedding night, when he had turned her over and proceeded to bugger her with a brutality that had her biting the pillow as he ruptured her never before used rectum. By the end of that first week, it had been Lilliphane who had willingly pushed up her lush young buttocks for him, her loins boiling and eager for another delicious butt fucking. The duke had died on top of her as he had lived, sodomising her whilst she fellated his younger brother.

To Lilliphane it seemed as if Vulkan simply appeared out of the darkness surrounding the high four-poster. With a groan of relief she reared up from the sweat dampened sheets, both hands reaching out to cup the prince's hugely dependent testicles. She rolled the heavy eggs together, giggling as she felt them squirm and roll within their warm sack. With reluctance she released his balls, but only to run her hands up the marble hard shaft, her giggles turning to gasps of wonder as she measured the huge length with her small hands, her fists stacking one above the other six times before arriving at the bulbous glans.