They're interupted.

“Halt, vile beast! I shall not permit you to ravish the damoselle!” A bit late for that, Shairi thought, craning her neck to see the source of the shout that echoed in the vault.

A man in shining silver armour had entered the room. He bore the heraldry of a knightly order, although Shairi didn’t know which one. He carried a sword which glowed with magic. He wore not helm, and Shairi could see blond hair and a handsome face.

Zenugar leapt to his feet. At some point in his mating with Shairi he had shape-shifted to a more human form, although still one with fur and lupine features. It howled in fury at the intrusion, baring sharp claws.

“Fear not, maiden,” the knight said. “I will slay the beast and avenge your maidenhood.”

Shairi personally didn’t feel it needed any avenging. She was delighted to finally be rid of it. But she was also too out of breath to respond as the two charged at each other. It was a close-matched fight. The knight had the advantage of his weapons and armour, but the wolf-spirit was stronger and faster. When recovered enough to look, Shairi realised that any intervention she made might well tip the balance either way.

The question is, which way did she want it tipped? The wolf had **** her, yes, but only after she’d come her specifically for that. She had no wish to see it dead. On the other hand, the man was good looking, and she wanted to try out a human cock. Plus, as a knight he would have to be a noble, who might make a valuable pawn for her. Of course, she could give into indecision, and either see who won naturally or sneak out while they were distracted.