To her deep frustration her efforts were proving fruitless. It didn't help at all that he'd left her corset on. She felt fabric brush against her forehead and realized what he was trying to do as it was moved down to her mouth. Tig pursed her lips tightly and thrust her chin upward to try and keep him from succeeding.

She was still trying to kick him but her arms now fell limp on the bed as she started to grow tired. And then he touched her. Tig hissed and lashed out with renewed vigor for a few moments before losing her momentum once again. "I'll kill you for-," she managed to snarl before the material from her petticoat prevented her from saying anything further. What would happen if she tried to transform now? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out if only because she was certain it would make for a hideously awkward situation at this point.

Tig rested her forehead against the sheets and made a noise of resignation halfway between a groan and a growl.

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