Luna had started rubbing her leg with purpose, jacking Servian off with her leg, and the act of this shared experience was enough to send her over the edge. She began to quiver and moan as she came, Servian didn't miss he chance and repositioned himself so he could drink her wholey. Luna's juices were sweet and Servian lapped them up, fucking her with his tongue, and again she squirted.<br/><br/>After the second one she collapsed in exhaustion, but even that didn't stop Servian's insatiable appetite, he had hoped at least for his fair princess to have offered the pleasure of her hand, or even  her mouth, but alas the pressures of the day were too much and sleep had found Luna. Servian looked down at his giant dick protruding out of the top of her father's cinched pants, and then back up to Luna's spread wide and dripping wet pussy. The Barbarian Warrior whom still resided in the back of his brain, screamed again in the silence; "Have at her, Put a preamble on the Peace agreement! DO IT, FUCK HER HARD!"<br/><br/>Thankfully just then,a knock at the door. "Prince Servian, I hate to wake you sir but your men require your presence at the stables. They say its important," Thomas said from outside in the hall. Patiently waiting for a reply as he looked a bout the dimly lit hall.<br/><br/>Servian looked up, Luna's juices still dripping from his face, "aaah.....Yes...Ken-Thomas, Thomas  Yes, I shall be right there!...The wine has given dearest Luna a bit of a headache, I let her lay down on my bed, but it seems the wine was just to strong, because she's out cold now. I wouldn't want anyone thinking anything unscrupulous happened, could you possibly attend her back to her bedchambers for me?" Servian announced through the closed door while he changed his pants, having again to carefully tuck his swollen, and unsatisfied balls into that pair of leather hunting trousers. He then took off the fancy new coat that the tailor had made and replaced it with his new hunting coat, taking a second to admire the personalized tag on it's interior.<br/><br/>Another sharp knock, "Sir...?" Thomas persisted. "Yes Thomas, coming now..." Servian announced back and then mumbled, "<span style="font-style: italic">...or least I was going to, until you bothered us...</span>" quietly to himself.  He walked over and gently pulled Luna's red dress back down into a dignified position, Kissing her a final time for this evening. "Sleep well my dear, let your dreams be of our bright future together ..." He whispered in her ear, after brushing her green hair aside.<br/><br/>With that Servian opened the door, were Thomas tapped his foot impatiently, a desperately worried look on his face. "Worry not good sir, her honor remains intact, I swear this to you, the wine just made her woozy." Servian reassured Luna's faithful man-servant, before setting off for the stables. He was fairly confident Thomas was trustworthy, although the Alpha-male in the back of his head wondered if the man-servant had ever snuck a taste. Servian quickly shook the paranoid thought from his head, he wasn't thinking straight, the pent up frustration of being turned on so much and not had release yet today was just clouding his thoughts. Thomas was most likely a 'fancy lad', picked specifically because he didn't desire what most men do.<br/><br/>Servian grimaced as he marched out of the castle and toward the stables, his crotch throbbed and the ached painfully. But he did not mind, he was going to use this discomfort, let it fuel his vengeful rage; because if he couldn't get off in one way, he was damn sure going to get off in another. He licked his lips in anticipation of the hunt, and tasted Luna's the sweet tangy juices, bringing his wolf's grin back onto his face as he approached his two Berserker guard.<br/><br/>"We have the bait tied to a tree West of here.."  The huge bearded berserker smiled at his master.<br/><br/>"Good job men.." Servian replied mounting his large stallion, the saddle now very uncomfortable, and he had to adjust several times before they set off.<br/><br/>A sleepy eyed stable boy stood to open the stable doors for the three men, "Scuse the interruptions, sirs....But the forests are very dangerous at night, I would recommend waiting till morning before setting off on another hunt!" The kid's look was of deadly seriousness.<br/><br/>"It appears that Count Lanning never made it home from our hunt this morning, it appears I over estimated his woodsman skills and...If he is lost in those woods, it's my responsibility to bring him home...Tell Everyone I shall return by morning!" Servian told the boy, and then whipped their horses into a full run, headed out into the black night of Western woods undaunted.