Princess Amber Facesitting Novels & Stories

The priestess’ assistant said while she just sat there waiting. The girls went one after the other, each one glistening in their ball gowns and evening dresses, then it was Ambers turn, I held my breath nervously as she made her way to the priestess. “Amber Denvon is it?” The priestess asked, Amber nodded. “Yes ma’am.” Amber said and for the first time i can hear anxiety in Amber’s voice, i am at the edge of my seat now. “No need to be nervous dear, I don’t bite… well except I have to.” The priestess said. I think the biting thing is meant to be a joke but it did not land, nobody laughed and then it looked like after sometime people finally got the joke and laughed.

"Princess Lyne." She heard someone call for the second time as she sat by the riverside on a rock. The sun was lazily feeding on the ground and if she guessed right, it was still very early. "I'm here." She answered, not looking back. "Hey. I'm sorry to disturb you, your highness, but I noticed you needed someone to talk to." The caller came closer and sat beside her. It was Amber. She wore an ankle-length black gown with a white apron around her waist.

Like she should have been before I opened my eyes. I stared at the door a moment longer before I moved to what she had been staring at and picked up the photograph of Princess Amber Crystabel Moon. Her blue eyes stared back at me from the frame. She was seated, her posture perfect, her hands folded in her lap with the kind of practiced elegance that came from a lifetime of being watched, and there was a small smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The kind of smile that had been put there deliberately, held in place for exactly as long as it needed to be.

I was hesitant to choose this theme, but now, it seems like we made the right choice. An hour into painting, Amber gets up and plays some gentle, romantic music to add more to the serene vibe. She is now wearing casual clothes with an apron around her, and yet, she looks as beautiful as she did in the suit. Amber returns to her spot and continues painting after giving me a gentle smile. The patining that I’ve got to work on this week is the portrait of a king from the 40s. And Amber has to draw a perspective painting of a ceremony from the 80s.

Or at least, that was what everyone kept saying. I stood near the corner of the yard, hands in my pockets, watching as Amber twirled in her tiny pink princess dress. Her hair had been curled into soft waves, a glittering tiara sitting crooked on her head. She was smiling, truly smiling, the kind of expression that made my chest ache. It should have been enough. Seeing her happy should have filled the emptiness that had followed me everywhere these past months. But it didn’t.

"You still don't want to say anything?" Good grief! He just remembered that at this time Amber was still sitting in front of him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes were very sharp, like a female cat who was too alert. If he had the slightest misspelling of words, Amber's sharp nails would be more than ready to tear his face apart.

She just gave a few more instructions and left. Summer and Amber were left alone in the spacious room. Amber had a fair and tender face and was full of smiles. She looked like a friendly person. Summer greeted her, saying, "Hello, how should I address you?" "Madam Summer, just call me Amber. We don't have much time. Let's begin learning." Summer was puzzled as to what she was supposed to be learning, and Amber didn't explain much either. She simply asked Summer to follow her movements. Amber lay on the ground with her feet apart and her hands on her abdomen. She took deep, forceful breaths.

I hate you all. Not long after. Amber was brought to the waiting room. Unlike the bidding room which was plain and empty, the waiting room was beautifully crafted with crystal ornaments hanging from the ceiling, each bouncing off the soft yellow lights that shone from the floor. Amber sat in the corner on a rather large and long lounge chair, still in her kimono. At her feet were her backpack and belongings. She would be spending two whole months with him.

Amber said with a smile. "If you want to read the magazine, sit down and stop stretching your neck." Alpha ordered. "I should sit down." Amber asked curiously. "Yes I said you should sit down." Alpha Jason said with a smile. Amber was confused, "why is the Alpha smiling? No, I won't sit. Maybe he wants to punish me. I won't fall for his trap." Amber muttered to o herself. "What is wrong with you?I said you should sit down." Alpha Jason said angrily.

Amber has never been one to play with strangers once she met them, it's surprising she's talking to Dalia like she'd known her for a while. Dalia crouched down to her level to listen to what she was saying when I made my presence known. She looked up at me and checked me out? It must be my imagination playing tricks on me. She looked back at Amber who pulled on her sweatshirt and she stiffened. She looked back at me with a storming rage in her eyes. A rage directed at me and I almost backed away from the arrows she was shooting me with her eyes. "Princess, Daddy and I have to work. We can have a tea party with other princesses once I'm done okay?", She said to Amber, which made her so happy.