The prince and the countess entered his chambers through the secret adit and dived straight into bed, where they remained, fornicating ardently until dawn. Only then did the exhausted Lady Jessica return to her own chambers; by which time the unfortunate footman had dragged himself off to his quarters, much puzzled and more than a trifle head-sore.

The prince lay in bed until early afternoon, well after the time that Lilliphane's mysterious disappearance should have been discovered. He enjoyed a leisurely bath and dressed in fresh linen before setting off in search of his bride-to-be, whom he found playing croquet with the queen and various ladies-in-waiting in the palace gardens.

Princess Flamia greeted her prospective husband somewhat coolly, but nonetheless allowed Vulkan to kiss her cheek as befitted his newly won status. As he bent close to brush his lips against her peerless young skin, Vulkan's senses were assaulted a rich, organic aroma that made the delicate membranes of his nose tingle and his mouth water – Flamia was menstruating!

The prince quickly considered and discounted a number of ploys to separate the princess from the group, so that he might strip her naked and feed upon the delicious essence flooding her sex. However, the situation was too exposed and so Vulkan was forced to fall back on the protection of autohypnosis to calm his suddenly buzzing appetite.

But being in such close proximity to so many gorgeous women soon took its inevitable toll and Vulkan began to find his eyes being drawn more and more down into the low cut bodices and over the thrusting rumps of the women as they stooped to swing their long handled mallets.