Vulkan held her like that for a full minute, enjoying the sound of her strangled, frightened whinnies and the feel of her gullet contracting spasmodically around his super-sensitive shaft. Soon her struggles began to wane and she sagged down onto the rumpled bed sheet, her diaphragm heaving erratically, until her hands fell away from his hips and finally, she slipped into narcoleptic oblivion.

Quickly, the Prince retrieved his pouch and lashed Lilliphane's wrists and ankles together and fitted a gag, complete with tongue depressor, before heaving her up on to his shoulder and padding back to the panel trap and the tunnels beyond.

Vulkan slipped between the walls and floors of the keep until he came to the place that allowed him to look into Countess Jessica's bedchamber. He set Lilliphane down in the dark and put his eye to the peephole.

The countess was not alone, she had one on the young footmen with her whom he had seen earlier serving at the banquet. Silently, Vulkan slid aside the panel and stepped into the room. The countess was on her back in the centre of the bed with the footman gathered between her smooth thighs, her ankles locked about his waist as he lunged energetically into her.

She saw Vulkan as soon as he stepped through the trap and grinned lasciviously at him over her young lover's shoulder. At the same time she pushed her middle finger into the youth's anus making him rear up gasping as she gently pulsed her long, sharp-nailed digit in and out – gently reaming him. Then, as Vulkan approached, she pulled his boyish face down on to her breast and slipped her sweet nipple into his mouth to further distract him. Her smile splitting her face from ear-to-ear as the prince leant over the bottom of the bed, flipping his heavy dirk over in his palm, extending his arm to hold the bronze pommel poised above the footman's unsuspecting head.