You moan with need, wordlessly.

You want to resist, to tell him no, to defend your last shreds of male pride. But you know that doing so would bring down the curse's effects on you, change you more than you already have been, make you even more of a woman...

You can't tell him no...

(And you'd be lying...)

But you can't tell him yes, tell him that you want his lips on yours, his hands touching you, possessing you, can't tell the man who stipped you naked over your protests, who is holding you down helplessly... can't tell him that this is what you want...

(Bound. Helpless. In his arms.)

Because if you do that... if you do that... it would mean that you want him to continue down this path... and you know where this leads you...

(You, beneath him.)

What it would do to you...

(Him, inside you...)

You moan helplessly, the thoughts of what Nick clearly wants to do to you causing your entire body to heat up, causing your new womanhood to tremble and squeeze, empty, needing... needing...

"Still waiting on your answer, Kitten... or is that cute little sound answer enough?"

You moan again, unwilling to say yes, unable to say no, slowly going out of your mind from desire.

That's when...