The female General forced to be a Queen for the werelion King.
"How long have you been awake?" the general asked.
"A couple hours" so he's been watching me sleep, ugh. "You look cute in your sleep"
"I'm not cute and I told you to stop staring at me"
"Why? is it making you uncomfortable?"
"Very much yes" she shift in her seat
"Well, I kind of enjoy riling you up" he leaned back smiling wickedly, his knees brushing mine purposely. "And I think i found your weakness"
Weakness? I didn't recall having any. I chuckled.
"Are you still dreaming my King?" I said that sarcastically
He moves forward, pushing my legs wide apart with his own, my breath hitched a second as he leaned to my ears and said "You are weak to pleasure"