Kara's grip fell onto the wolf's neck, as any canine would normally submit from being held there. (Willpower 1d10=8) She shifted her weight, ready to take back control from the wolf pounding its shaft deep inside her, (Pleasure resist 1d10=4) but decided that control would be better served by making it finish her off on her own terms. One of her hands snaked down to below the base of that knotty, bulgy cock, and grasped the ballsack tight in a noticeable, but not painful grip. Kara leaned forwards to the wolf's head, hoping it understood her, as alphas were notably more intelligent anyway, and whispered "So long as you keep fucking me, and fill me with more of that seed, you get to keep this lovely long breeding tool of yours. But don't you dare rut me like earlier again."