Princess Amber Facesitting Novels & Stories

She was just grateful they’d left her to recover. Rhea silently followed her as she made her way toward her room. As Amber passed the portrait of the Prince hanging in the living room, she instinctively paused and glanced at it. She heard Rhea laugh. “Even in this state, you still can’t resist a glance,” Rhea said. “I wonder what the Prince would do if he knew a maid couldn’t take her eyes off his portrait. Laugh? Or maybe… the royals would have your head?” Amber didn’t reply. She turned and continued walking, her knees still shaky.

Behind her, the two assistants trailed out, both smiling in quiet satisfaction as Evalie showed off their work like a little princess on parade. Amber stood frozen for a beat, phone raised. Then she snapped into action, taking pictures like the proudest mother alive. “Oh sweet goddess,” she marveled, grinning ear to ear. “Look at you, baby. You’re a vision. My gorgeous little angel!” Evalie twirled again. “Do I really look like Princess Tiana?” “Even better,” Amber said without missing a beat. “Tiana would be jealous.”

Luke desperately avoided Valentino's gaze. Once they were done taking pictures, Luke's eyes searched for Haru's. Their eyes met and Haru gave him an understanding smile. Luke sighed in relief. The party finally ended and the kids were saying goodbye to Alessandra. It amazed Luke how she was still able to maintain that much energy despite running around all day.

She can still somehow end up sounding fucking cute even when she’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt that stretches over her large breasts. “So, do you have a preference, Princesa? Blond hair, black hair? Blue eyes?” She blinks as she looks up at me, her cheeks tinting a pretty pink hue. “I do… Chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips… angled jaw…” She raises her hand tenderly, swallowing as she brushes her hand over my jaw. She’s describing me. “A few scars…” I grip her wrist, stopping her hand from travelling down my jaw. “Don’t…” I say quietly, swallowing hard.

Heading toward it, she reached for a cake but was blocked by Elsa’s friends. “I must say, you have a lot of nerve to show your butt face here," one of them said. “I don’t have a butt face,” Amber replied calmly, trying to sidestep them. “And I don't have time for this. For your information, the Prince Charming of tonight personally invited me.” Their faces paled. Amber slipped past, ignored the cake, and grabbed a pretzel stick and a glass of orange juice instead. As she moved toward the center of the hall, someone stuck out a foot.

“You owe me a ballgown and your renowned makeup skills. Our deal was to make me look like a princess in exchange for me returning alive.” A small grin returned to her as she wiped the rest of her tears, taking a step back to pick up the empty plates that were once filled with caramel brownies and the creamiest cheesecakes ever. Not even crumbs were spared. “First one to get to the packhouse!” Amber declared, giggling as she dashed for the packhouse. My eyes opened wide at the sudden challenge. I loved every bit of it. “Hey, wait up!” The worst was yet to come, but I had to ready myself. I won’t back down.

Bianca felt relieved that Aurora accepted her and she is looking forward to being a family with her. ¶*¶*¶ "Good morning, Your Majesties", Lady Sophie greeted and curtsied when she got to the dining hall. The King, Queen, Prince and Princess are already seated. "Good morning, Lady Sophie", King Edward greeted without looking up from his newspaper. "Good morning, dear", Queen Anne greeted back with a big grin plastered on her face. "How was the night?" "Very well. Thank you Your Majesty." "Why don't you sit and join us?"