Queen Sheba Facesitting Novels & Stories

Know that. I felt the sensation running around me then, and I subtly returned to my former position, not caring to know if the queen had seen anything. I flexed my fingers after that, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, merely for show. I was already centered. The Queen can begin her training.

Shea simply nodded her head. “Let me see your hand.” Shekinah suddenly said and got her hand. She placed her point finger and middle finger on her wrist. Her heart began to pound in a faster pace inside her chest. “Calm down. Take a deep breath.” Shekinah coldly ordered her. Shea unconsciously let out a deep breath and slowly exhaling it – trying to calm her nerves. The moment she saw Shekinah’s face, she already knew. She was happy, yes… but she couldn’t deny the fact that she was scared at the same time.

King Fabian found himself nodding like a little child. "Good boy" Queen Suna smiled and patted his cheek lovingly. She held his hand and made him sit in his bed. With smiles, she went behind him and gently began to massage his shoulders. King Fabian moaned in delight at her touch,this is just what his body needed, his nerve calmed down and a look of satisfaction appeared in his face. "You know you need me," Queen Suna whispered into his ear. King Fabian was so lost in her touch that all she could do was smile and moan in pleasure,her hands kept massaging the right spot that needed care.

he asked, leading her towards the dining hall. As they entered the hall, Selene's eyes met those of Queen Bathsheba, who sat at the head of the table. The queen's gaze was piercing. Selene became nervous for a second but when she recalled who she was, she stood tall, feeling a sense of confidence wash over her.

Based upon how bold this woman is acting, she must be the queen of Samirya. Now this is laughable, how was my greeting improper? I stare her dead in the eye with a sharp, and haunting gaze. Along with my anger, I release my aura to fill the room. The unsuspecting humans submit to me under the pressure of my dominant aura. The queen, who was previously speaking down to me, sits down almost as if she has been knocked over. Calming down, I draw my aura back to me.

It was just a sign of happiness that he was able to see her again, but it held within so much unsaid emotions that could only be felt by heart. Right across a large room was a woman and a man sitting across a table, with the man who sat at the right side with his eyes closed and lost in a meditation. The woman sat at the left side of the chair with her presence and appearance so intimidating, that whosoever was not used to seeing her from that close would fear. She looked so menacing, elegant and extremely beautiful at the same time. The healer who was quivering tried to comport himself barely, as he was kneeling directly in the presence of the queen for the first time in his life. It looked

Lorranie and the girls along with Tamara stared at her in concern, eager to run to her rescue. The room was silent, nothing can be heard besides the heavy breathing of Jasmine as she slowly gathered her strength. As slowly as she can, Jasmine eventually stood up on her two feet before turning to face the guests as they all stood up. The elder stood beside her as he finally announced, "I here, present to you our new queen, Jasmine," he said as everyone began to cheer, as Jasmine stared back at them with dark eyes and a sly smirk before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

Third-party POV The king stared at his queen, face pale, lips parting in disbelief. He looked toward the palace interior as though expecting this to be a dream until he slowly swam forward. And there she was. Velanthria sat upon a smooth stone bench near their table, legs crossed, her flaming hair suspended in the water like molten threads. She had made herself at home.

When I just blink at her for the fifth time, she gives up and lets out a sigh. “Posture, Hailey! Chest out, chin up, and back straight.” Carolina gave me a strict smile and I quickly shook my bones and stiffen my body up. “Not that stiff, Hailey.” She corrects me again and I try not to roll my eyes at all the absurd rules. Shouldn’t a Queen be able to sit and stand however she wants? Wouldn’t they be the ones to have to adjust to her?