Princess Amber Facesitting Novels & Stories

“It’s going to be a little chaotic out there today, and Rach’s mom, can be a total pain in the ass when she wants to be. She might come off as haughty, saucy, or, worst still, insulting. You should make sure to ignore her as much as possible. Alright?” “Alright.” She frowned, studying my face, and used the pointed end of the sponge to add a little foundation under my eyes before moving on to the bridge of my nose. “Close your eyes, Amber.” I obeyed, silently digesting and enjoying being pampered, while she swept eyeshadow onto my lids and applied mascara to my lashes. I waited until she finished tracing my lips with a pencil before opening my eyes to ask, “What do the Kings' do for a living?

one of the attendees said to her. “Thank you,” Amelia thanked her, and then she stepped inside the bathtub. She sat under the water and leaned her back against the edge of the bathtub. No words came out of her mouth. Her face was looking blank. Her gaze seemed numb, and her attendees immediately understood something was still bothering her a lot. The attendees exchanged glances with each other. “Princess, shall we give you some head and shoulders massage. You will feel better,” one of the attendees said to her, making Amelia sigh.

Amber didn't reply and leaned on her chair with her face up. This better be worth it.

It was enough for her to close her eyes to remember that tragic day. The soft wind caressing her cute face, the same soft wind moving her long hair tied up with a pink ribbon. In her green dress, we could see Amber as the little princess that got lost in the kingdom of the heart of the man who was kneeling down in front of her. His smile was something she would never be able to forget, no matter what. “When are you coming, daddy?” Amber asked to the man in his fancy uniform of helmsman. “I swear I’m not going to be late for the birthday of my princess.”

Mina said picking up all her makeup brushes and arranging it on the table preparing to do Amber's make up. Amber turned around so she was backing the mirror and facing Mina who patted the chair for her to sit on which Amber reluctantly did. "What happened? You don't want to go out on make-up?" Mina asked as Amber shook her head and sat down on the highchair facing the mirror. Amber looked at Mina through the mirror and Mina caught her staring at her. "What is it?" She asked standing behind her and looking at Amber through the mirror too. "I-uhh.."clears throat "... I wanted to umm ask uh I-i- umm.."

She was surprised to see a face that she has never seen before. Light purple wavey hair that was cut short in a pixel. Luminous and radiant Golden Brown Skin. That Sparkle in the Sunlight. She has freckles on her face. She has soft lips that comment on her charming and lovely face. Elegant and Beautiful are all words to describe her. She has an hour-shaped glass body. She is a masterpiece from God. She was naked and cold in a dark cave alone. She looked around for an exited. '' Maybe I can get out of here. "Amber was thinking to herself.

“Exquisite. I’ll savour the rest of you soon enough.” The other demons stood still, awaiting his order. Their leader was clearly enjoying the game. Blood poured from Amber’s shoulder, dizziness clouding her vision. Her knees buckled, and she fell, struggling to rise. The demon pressed his sword to her throat. “Now… strip,” he growled, laughing. Bile rose in her throat, but Amber lifted her chin. She was the werecat Princess, the Beta female of the Royal Pack. She would rather die than let him touch her. Fingers tightening around her dagger, she braced to strike the moment he leaned in.

I simply pushed the door open and barged in. The scene that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks. Dominic was sitting on the leather sofa, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled. There were lipstick marks on his face—bright red smears that stood out against his tanned skin. And straddling his lap, her back to me, was Amber. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and even from behind, I could tell she was deeply engaged in what she was doing. When she shifted slightly, I caught a glimpse of her amber eyes, filled with unmistakable desire.

I wondered if these people were just people with Blue Moon. Since Gilgamesh was here, he had to be of some importance to the Blue Moon Pack. He sat beside me and offered me a cup. “I was told that the princess only drinks hot chocolate.” My mood boosted and I reached for it happily. “It smells so good…” I wrapped my hands around the mug, shuddering at how the warmth coasted up my arms. Then, Gilgamesh pulled down his mask and picked up his mug. I stared at him, wide-eyed.