Novel & Cerita Princess Amber Facesitting

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

The scent of coconut gave her away before she even spoke. "Your form is dipping on the extension," Amber said, leaning casually against the adjacent rack. She was in a deep-purple compression set, her hair braided so tightly it looked like armor. "You're favoring the left quad. Compensation for an old injury, or just getting lazy?" I locked the weight and sat up, breathing hard. "Observation or interference, Amber?"

The silver fabric shimmered and sparkled in the light, giving her a princess-like aura. “Wow,” Axel breathed, his jaw dropping slightly. “Cat eyes, you look…amazing.” “You're not kidding,” Cole agreed, nodding his head in appreciation. “That dress was made for you.” Amber's cheeks flushed a bright pink, and she lowered her gaze, unable to meet their eyes. “I…I'm not sure,” she stammered, fidgeting with her hair. Loris laughed, clearly delighted by her daughter's pretense. “Oh, don't be so modest, Amber,” she said, patting her on the shoulder.

she declares. “Really, because it didn’t have a reserved marker on it or your name?” Amber fires back. “Everyone knows I like to sit here, so move!” the woman says. “Now if you hadn’t rudely added the last bit, I was finished anyway, but now I’m going to sit here and admire the view some more” Amber says sitting back in the seat and looking out the window. The woman goes to grab a handful of Amber’s hair. But Amber blocks her hand and pushes it away roughly. “You don’t want to do that? I will fight back!” warns Amber. The staff rush over and take the woman by the arms.

, I stated softly but loud enough for her so that I could catch her attention. I sat on the bed as I hoisted Amber and made her sit on my lap. She didn't complain this time and I couldn't be more glad. "What is wrong princess?", I asked her softly. She looked at me with her big eyes and did she just wait glare at me? I wanted to chuckle. No one has ever glared at me but I kept my mouth shut as I looked at her tearful eyes. Her nose was red and I felt real bad for my baby.

They were coming around to me. “Killian?” the fairy-like voice called out turning the corner, Amber. She was my number one she-wolf. Ready to go anytime. “Yeah?” I ask. “We need to talk.” She said, sitting on the desk in front of me in her little mini skirt spreading her legs to show me she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Talk?” I say raising my eyebrow. “Yep, talk.” She said lowering her head and pressing her breasts out towards me. I could see her hard little nipples through her shirt. No bra either.

Victoria Laurent—the matriarch—sat in an elegant armchair, her posture regal but her eyes kind. And in the center of it all was Amber. Sitting cross-legged on the floor with a plate of cookies in his lap, looking completely unbothered by the chaos he'd caused. The moment Cynthia saw him, she dropped to her knees and pulled him into her arms so tightly I thought she might never let go. "Amber," she sobbed into his hair. "Oh my God, Amber. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anyone…." "I'm fine, Mommy," Amber said, his voice muffled against her shoulder but remarkably calm.

The car ride back from the outdoor party was tense, the kind of silence that crackled with unspoken words. Amber sat in the passenger seat, her legs crossed, her dress—a delicate white with soft yellow flowers—falling just above her knees. She looked effortlessly radiant, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Ryan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched as he focused on the road. He could still hear the laughter from the party, the way everyone had gravitated toward Amber, charmed by her warmth and easy confidence.

”Hey, Natasha? ”Yes?” ”Can you make a cup for Amber too?” ”NO,” Amber reached out her hands, her eyes filled with fear but she was still laughing and enjoying my pain. ”Sorry, hun, Amber’s not in heat,” I growled as I narrowed my eyes on her, Amber sat back down, looking as smug as ever. ”Here you go. Pinch your nose and chug it all down at once,” ”What does it taste like?” Amber asked me, sounding like a curious little child as she hunched forward.