Princess Amber Facesitting Novels & Stories

she wheezed. Valor let her go when the King cleared his throat, the sound echoing across the hall. "Princess Aynyra, please sit." The King gestured to the smaller throne two seats to his left. On his right, sat her brother when he was around. The other throne was reserved for the Queen, her mother sat there, and now Rhae would. If she woke. Aynyra gracefully strode before the King and bowed low before taking her seat. Prince Valor stood before his party and bowed once again to the King and Aynyra, his noblewoman doing the same.

I asked the knights guarding by the door of the throne room. "Yes, you may get inside, Princess Amara. The King is waiting for you," one knight answered. "Thank you," I told him before entering. I'm getting used to being called Princess Amara, sometimes Lady Amara. They can call me anything they want. I saw King Suxx sitting on his throne. The other men, including General Amber, are all seated in the rows of chairs. The brothers on the right side, Hunter, and the general on the left. They all glanced at me when I entered.

Chapter 47: Sanaya’s P.O.V “Sanaya, stop fidgeting!” Amber scolded in a stern voice. “I’m trying to paint your eyes and you’re going to ruin my masterpiece.” I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my nerves. Once I felt a bit more steady, I nodded and sat still, placing my hands on my lap with my eyes still closed as Amber did my eye makeup.

*Amber* "Is everything ready in the dressing rooms ?" Amber was looking at her assistant Anna. Anna, who was a young girl with short spiky black hair and a lot of piercings, nodded vigorously. "Yep, everything is exactly as ordered". "Good, I don't want any trouble tonight, Sam can be quite temperamental". Amber said. She, if anyone, knew that rock stars weren't always easy to work with, and Sam Quincy who was performing tonight was especially troublesome.

I sit back down, wrapping my arm back around her shoulder, wondering what's going to happen. "Absolutely, Amber." Jimmy says. "Besides, everyone else is hooked up in the bedrooms and living room. Who's going to be out here to see us?" We hear the rustling of clothing as the voices draw nearer. "Mmmmmm." Amber moans, as they come into view, just the other side of the hedge that Jasmine and I are sitting behind. Amber's blouse is pushed up, her bra is undone and Jimmy is sucking one of her small, round tits into his mouth.

He clutched the attacker’s hand and hold it from back “You idiot stop manhandling me!”A girl hissed making Amber smile “Oh! Who started it first?I was waiting for you for two hours Girl!” “So? Boys should wait for Princess!” she husked making him gulp “And this Princess is here only for her Big Bad Mafia Man!”he chuckled listening to her dramatic rant. She was looking cute with a woolen cap in red color and whole red as Santa dress “You are looking cute Sweetheart. I can’t move my eyes from you.”she looked at him with a blushing face. AMber cupped her face and looked at her with desire

The only difference is that Amber doesn’t see her beauty like Madeline does, which is why she doesn’t attract as much attention as her. Well, up until recently when she decided to fuck Sammy. But, that’s why I’m going to stop it before it gets worse. Amber is a lot prettier than Madeline too. Honestly, she’s probably the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Her dark, long, raven hair contrasts her bright green eyes perfectly as they sit against her olive skin. The perfect combination. She looks like a painting. Round plump, pink lips with apple like cheeks and soft features. Don’t get be started about her body…. Curvy waist, round tits, fat ass. She has it all.

“Keep going.” I picked up the stack of photos tied with the blue ribbon. Damon untied it with care. The first picture was of Elder Summers and she was playing a flute. There was a laughing, elegant stunning silver blonde haired lady standing behind her. It was Amber and these pictures were sharper than the ones in the attic. She looked so much like me, but younger and with silver colored hair. The next photo was of Amber again, this one was different. It was more intimate. She was holding a baby wrapped in a white cloth. In a rocking chair.

Jarret said as she hugged him tightly. "Mama, I think I'll go sleep. I'm not feeling too well" Amber said as she stood up and fell to the ground. she had faint as her body fell to the ground where the broken bowl pieces were. "Princess," Jarret screamed Bret and Jarret stood up as fast as possible and they carried Amber and laid her on the bed in the room. Jarret began to remove the glasses from Amber's body as she cried her eyes out. "Gods, please help the princess" She muttered softly. "What do you mean princess?" Bret asked confused as Jarret turned to Bret looking shocked that Bret heard her.

But well, for now, she might have her half-felt thanks for saving her from Anastasia's usual psycho tantrums. "Enough of your silly side games Asia. This is serious business !" Amber screeched. Her tiny voice is her trademark. She would definitely recognize it anywhere in the midst of a large ground. Amber like the name implies, is tranquil, beautiful, meekness, and radiant; Amber only passed the test for one, which is...apparently beauty plus her voice that mingled perfectly well with her unmatched beauty. The rest is a big zero! Anastasia chuckled and hide the knife at her side and duck her head in shame like a child being reprimanded by its mother.