The golem wolf's head nodded yes as she began to stroke it's oh so lifelike cock.  She looked up at it and it still stared down at her with those lifeless glass eyes.  Glass eyes that met hers and betrayed no signs of life, no signs of intelligence.  This was not a beast, it wasn't a wolf, it wasn't even alive.  It was just a... thing.  She had to believe that or she was breaking the rules of her order.  It didn't matter that the flesh in her palm felt warm, she'd seen sawdust and batting, this was a thing, an it, not a he.<br/><br/>That line of thought was suddenly brought back into question however as she felt something warm on her hand.  She looked down to see clear liquid oozing from the tip of it's slightly pointed cock.  Precum?  From a golem?  Was that possible?  A whisper of wind escaped the golem's wolf like mouth, 'more............' it said so faintly that she barely made out the words.  It could speak, there was hope here that she could communicate with it.  But how far was she willing to go?  Where was the line in battling evil that it became breaking the vows?  Worst of all, why did she feel a heat in her core, a sense of desire at how delightfully wrong this all was?