The princess was a spoilt and selfish woman who, in recent years had gotten use to the men she seduced doing things her way. She had drunk far too much wine and was becoming sleepy after her previous orgasms. She decided that she would instruct the prince to fuck her quickly, until she came one last time and then he would have to go – until the next time.

Lilliphane giggled when she thought about Flamia's forthcoming wedding night. She really out to forewarn the poor girl, but how could she? She could hardly confess to first hand knowledge of young Vulkan's incredible member. Ah well, Flamia would find out in due course. Perhaps she should suggest to Amariza that she give her daughter a large pot of goose grease as one of her wedding gifts.

And then, just when her throat was fully extended Vulkan slid his mighty phallus all the way down her gullet in one fluid movement, simultaneously snapping her head forward so that her regal nose was crushed up against his unyielding sheet of belly muscle.

The move had been so swiftly executed that it took the startled princess a moment to realise what had happened to her. One second she was slurping at the succulent cock-head and the next, the bloated column was surging down her throat, forcing apart her oesophageal tract until she thought her throat would burst.

Lilliphane gagged in panic against the sudden blockage of her airway, raking her long, carefully enamelled nails ineffectually across the taught skin of Vulkan's rock hard buttocks. She struggled as hard as she could to withdraw her face from the suffocating groin, but the prince simply wound his fingers more tightly into her scalp. His face split into a crazed grin as he gazed down at the slut flopping about helplessly on the full length of his aching meat.