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alone.
    “Hello? Is anyone there?” she called out.
    Her voice echoed back at her but she could have sworn she heard a whimper. She held the candle aloft and noticed the sconces along the wall. She lit them carefully until a soft glow filled the room, until every corner could be seen.
    Phillipa gasped as she saw the strange contraptions lining the walls wooden boxes that came almost to her waist, and on top of the boxes sat large phalluses that looked to be made of ivory. Her nipples tightened at the sight and she clenched her legs together. And then she heard the whimper once more.
    In the far corner sat a lone man atop one of the boxes. His head was thrown back in agony and his eyes were clenched tight. His body was taut and sweat beaded across his skin. He was obviously impaled on one of the phalluses, but his cock was rigid and erect and the sac beneath it was drawn tight. His wrists were manacled and his arms were pulled above his head by chains. Phillipa hurried over to him as he whimpered once more.
    “Sir?” she said. “Are you in pain? Can I help you?”
    He opened his eyes and Phillipa gasped. She recognized these eyes, though they no longer glowed yellow as they once had. They were now human, the color of clouds gathering before a storm. His hair was long, dark blond and tangled, and at least a day’s worth of beard stubbled across his face. He was tall and muscular, but his feet didn’t quite touch the floor, so he was unable to lift himself off the phallus.
    “You are the wolf that took me. The red wolf.”
    He nodded jerkily and closed his eyes once more. “My name is Jacob,” he whispered.
    “And it was you who scratched me. Who brought this heat over my body.”
    He nodded once more, and once Phillipa mentioned the heat she felt it spread through her limbs and gather at her core.
    “I’m being punished for my transgressions,” he said. “It was our leader who wanted to mark you. And because it was I instead, he ’ll never have a full claim over you.”
    “Are you thirsty? Can I get you some water?” She placed her hand on his brow and he flinched before relaxing against her touch. She brushed the hair from his face and waited until he opened his eyes again and looked at her.
    “You shouldn’t be kind to me. Not after the things I’ve done to you.”
    “You seem to have as little control over your life as I have over mine at the moment. You were only doing as you were told.”
    He nodded gratefully and thanked her with his eyes. They were nice eyes. Kind eyes.
    “There is water in a barrel by the door and a ladle hanging from the wall. I would be grateful for some water.”
    Phillipa did as he asked and held his head as she fed him the water.
    “How long have you been this way?” she asked.
    “Since yesterday morning. I’ve been unable to sleep because of my state. Wolves are creatures of passion and lust. And it’s how our master tortures us.”
    “Then I must help you,” Phillipa said, kneeling before him.
    “You cannot. He will punish us both if he discovers you serviced me.”
    “I cannot leave you like this.”
    She took his cock in her hand and it jumped against her touch. He was large, as all the wolves must be, and the head of his cock was angry and swollen with pent up desire.
    “Are we in danger of being caught?” she asked, nuzzling her cheek against him, inhaling the saltiness of his desire as it seeped from the tip of his cock.
    “Not for a while yet,” he said, barely able to get the words past his lips. “Wulf has taken the pack hunting. They won’t return until after midnight.”
    “Perfect,” she said, finally taking him in her mouth. She held him tight around the base as she worked his length as far into her mouth as she could. Her throat opened and her tongue worked against the sensitive spot just on the underside of his cock.
    “Yesss,” he hissed, trying to move against her, though the phallus kept him prisoner.
    It didn’t take long at all before