Princess Honey Facesitting Novels & Stories

Her face drained as it dawned on her that I was here for a reason and she had no weight over me because, as she said, family means everything to a kingdom, and there was no way on earth that Sebastian would neglect his child to please her or anyone else. "Yeah, well, we'll just see about that," she said with a sour look and left the bathroom. I shook my head at her pathetic attempt to intimidate me. Nice try Princess. _______ It was three days later when I found Sebastian on his balcony, reeking of an apple flavored Vodka.

The crowd roared together. Princess Dohana grimaced even more, daring not to look at him in the face. The Prince had an evil smile on his face. "Queen Mother, shall my wife sit next to this Prince?" The Queen Mother looked up at Dohana and as her eyes twitched, signalling for Dohana to agree. Princess Dohana stayed rooted on her seat, resolute not to move. The Queen Mother returned an embarrassed grin at the Prince and said, "dear Prince, my daughter is shy, let her have a few drinks and she will accompany the Prince to seat together."

"Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense." ~ E. E Cummings. - "Mrs. Apostolidi." The Prince said looking at the list in his hand. He raised his head from the white sheet to look at the woman who sat gracefully opposite him. She had big brown eyes, blonde beehive hairstyle, average in height, chubby in weight. The Prince took his time looking at every small impressionable quality about the people who he had been questioning for this important task.

Music on* Beautiful – Bazzi & Camila The princess was sitting at the table, eating peacefully, her brown eyes looking down at her plate, alone in the kitchen of the penthouse apartment in the business building, the lights illuminating her body as she looked from time to time towards the window. From the steps leading to the huge helipad above her apartment, Akil descended first, Karila didn't bother to move her gaze to check, not until Lauren descended the steps and her attention from the food was instantly stolen when she focused on noticing his clothes, the way he walked.

"Font row seating." Honey took the base of my cock in her hand and wrapped her lips around my cock, taking me all the way into her throat and then sliding slowly back up my length until she almost broke contact, and then back down again. Slowly fucking my cock with her mouth, making me moan from the delicious torture of it. After a couple of minutes of this, Honey released my shaft with a moist pop, and stroked me with her hand while she talked to her sister. "God, Heather, his cock feels so good in my mouth. I'd suck him off five times a day if he wanted."

I tried to keep a straight neutral face as I took my seat directly across the so-called 'company'. I didn't look at her at first. Couldn't bring myself to, so I just greeted the two men silently and took my seat without another word. "Doctor Danica, meet Princess Rosetta of Woven Peak" Beta Blake muttered and I forced a smile before raising my head to finally meet the Princess's gaze with an intention of extending my honorable greetings. But the thoughts perished when I realized I was suddenly sitting across the bitch from the mall barely seven hours ago. "You..." We muttered in unison and I felt two pairs of eyes narrow on us.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor, stunned into silence by the awkward sight before me. Seated intimately on the sofa was Chief Warrior Walther, and perched securely on his lap, locked in a fervent, deep embrace, was the Princess. Her arms were hooked tight around his neck, pulling him down, while his massive hands were equally possessive, pressed against her back as he deepened the kiss.

and then. "Really, what are you doing now?" She spins me around, and I am facing her now. "I want to look you in the eyes while I am doing this." "Doing what exactly?" HOLY FUCK. "Princess, what are you doing?" But she does not answer me...WHY...my full six-seven inches is in her mouth. "Princess!" She gently bites down on the tip of my throbbing head. "I guess that means shut up?" She only nods her head.

Honey is the one driving while I sit in the passenger seat and Stormi is in the backseat and messing her doll's hair, again. I can't tell what's gotten into her to do that whenever we're traveling, but if she's happy with it… I have no choice but to just let her. I can't even tell if she's trying to imitate Honey by braiding her hair or she merely just gates her doll's hair! “Would you be having a celebration at work, Ms. Savannah?” Honey asked in a curious tone before she turned to the side to look into her side mirror. “Archie's men.”

Charlie got to work, and by the time he was finished, Honey stared at a sleek, perfect blonde in the mirror—exactly like Nichole. Jay walked up behind her chair and leaned in. His warm breath brushed against the soft skin of her neck. “Perfect,” he said quietly. “You look absolutely perfect.” Honey’s heart did a little flip at his closeness, the warmth of him wrapping around her like a secret she wasn’t ready to admit.