“Bad puppy.” Raka spoke as she gripped the worgen’s hand, his claws set and ready for a strike but being held easily back by her demonic strength. She smiled as she used her other hand to squeeze on his snout, the worgen’s conditioning forcing him to go docile as she did. “N..no…” he growled as she continued to grind him hard. “I would have given you a treat for being a good boy, but you had to be a naughty puppy. A good pet obeys it’s mistress, and sooner or later you will learn to obey me like the mongrel you are.”