Goddess Amelia Facesitting Novels & Stories

Stripped of my clothing, I stood amidst the trees, focusing intently on the delicate art of controlling my gift. The rustling of leaves and the gentle whispers of the forest were my only companions until a sudden, unexpected presence broke the tranquility. I turned sharply to find Alpha Jo standing there, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of me, naked and deeply engrossed in my practice. “Ava—” he stammered, his voice thick with surprise and embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”

She quickly took it off, then saw its color was purple. Amelia now clearly realized. She had somehow gone back to when she was 10, the exact same day when she first met Ian. Adam once specifically described her outfit to her. Did someone use the Moon Goddess’s relic again?! Or was there something wrong with the universe?! Amelia felt panicked at that moment. But she soon calmed herself down. She had grown strong now and she had already known what kind of trash Ian actually was. Even if she was sent back again, she would never let him manipulate her.

Amelia’s POV Nervously, I shuffled on my feet, standing in Jake’s office. Jake had offered for me to sit down, but as no one else was sitting, I felt uncomfortable being the only one and chose to stand. With this topic, I was too anxious to sit anyway. Amelia. That name sounded familiar, though it took me a few minutes to place it. Where had I heard it before? Then, I realized. That day six years ago, when I had gone to the Church of the Moon Goddess, they had been having a funeral. A funeral for Amelia.

We stay connected like that for a while, revelling in the pure magic of sex. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Linc's POV::: "I think I want to go back to work now. You too. I think you should go back to the office." Amelia is lying on her side, facing me, her hands propping her face up, the morning sun splashing into the room highlights her profile so she is like a magical fairy on my bed, looking at me with those eyes so full of love that I feel undeserving. It is a Sunday morning, we have spent the past two days in a blissful haze.

Almost too quiet, waiting with bated breath to see if Amelie was OK. "Please, everyone, sit down." I gestured to everyone to sit. Rose and Daisy each climb onto a grandma's lap. They have taken to Amelie's family quickly. I pat Amelie on the back, signaling her to stand, and we walk around to the front of the desk. She still has the blanket wrapped around her. "I know you all saw the goddess manifest through Am and give us a message. We don't know who her messenger is or when they will come, but the part about the heirs has been reviled a bit."

Enjoy the journey ............. . Amelia was in a bathtub that was filled with foam and rose Patel. Her hands were resting on the rim while she rested her head on them. Although her body was completely submerged in water, feeling the serene relaxation that engulfed her body but her mind was in a state of complete chaos. Her smile didn't fade for even a moment; she was genuinely overjoyed. She appeared to be daydreaming once more. She was reminded of the special date from yesterday.

“ Your crying again “ He whispered and I couldn’t help the chuckle as I slowly took a step back, I tried to rub away my tears but they just kept falling, I couldn’t help but laugh. I wanted to ask God what I ever did to be given such a man and truly I am never letting go of this man even through death. If only they knew she was still holding tight to that promise, Brenda sat on the bench outside holding her hands tightly together as she slowly wondered if that God Amelia believed in would help her at this moment. Her body shook as that picture of broken and desperate Amelia she had seen earlier played in her mind like a love song.

Amelia used to revolve around him, making him breakfast in the morning, waiting for him to come home for dinner, and dressing up alluringly at night for his attention. Just the thought of Amelia showing an inviting expression beneath Axel made Damian's anger boil over. “Damian? What’s wrong with you?” Vivian grabbed his arm, and he finally regained a bit of composure. But Vivian was now deep in thought and doubt: wasn’t Damian supposed to dislike Amelia? Why was he so furious at the sight of her with Axel? This was a troubling sign. She forced a smile and said, “Damian, we can talk about Amelia later. Today is about helping your mother secure the Heart of the Ocean necklace and selling my pa

she said. "It's over, Elara," I said, leaning into the comfort of her sincerity. "We just need peace now." Amelia was waiting in a quiet, sunny guest suite where Dr. Matters had set up. She was sitting by the window, her usual perfect posture relaxed, her eyes still red-rimmed from crying. "Come sit down, darling," Amelia said, using a soft, tender tone I'd never heard from her before. She took my hand. "We're going to get you checked out. No stress, okay? Just peace."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and was flung backward, crashing heavily to the ground and falling unconscious. The entire area beneath the platform fell into dead silence once more. Everyone stared dumbfounded at Amelia, at the woman standing in the wind, as ethereal as a celestial being. The Divinity Transforming Phase was truly terrifying. She seemed to have used barely any strength, yet effortlessly defeated Isaiah, a once-in-a-century genius. Amelia slowly withdrew her hand. Without even glancing at Isaiah on the ground, she looked toward the audience, her voice extremely calm: "Is there anyone else who wishes to spar with me?"