Queen Sheba Facesitting Novels & Stories

ONE MONTH LATER Queen stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied around her body. She stood by the door and looked at Shawn with a smirk on her face as water dripped down her thighs The moment he saw her, Shawn gulped, "I thought we were about to play chess." "We are," she replied and walked sexily to the bed. She sat on it and crossed her legs, placing her hands on the bed, behind her, "You boasted that you would effortlessly defeat me in a game of chess so I am more than eager to prove you wrong."

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.

Others waiting for someone to claim them. Striding over to one of my favorite spots, I took a seat in the front. Up on stage was a woman with large tits and a thin waist currently strung up from the ceiling in an intricate shibari restraint. Her face was pointed to the floor with her arms behind her back, and her ass pointed up, presented to whoever was next in the queue behind her.

, he tossed annoyingly with his disappointed, saggy face. The queen maintained her sitting posture. She faced down with her ear closed, her mind seems so heavy. "Now I am home, what am I going to do?", She asked herself. She laid her right hand on her hair and leaned backwards. Her face seems clogged; so many ideas keep coming, "how do I even approach them. No one loves me", she reasoned solely and waited for a quick answer to flow through. "I just need to call a meeting but what if I get stoned!", this rhetorical question couldn't stop itself from coming.

"Sorry, I am late, Queen Elizabeth; I kind of overslept." "We do not accommodate lateness, but I will not give you an earful this time. You are a newly mated she-wolf; Brian must want to play. That will make you late, so go sit down." She smiled, then tried to sit down, but when she spotted Ana beside her, for some reason she stood up and sat far from that seat. Ana started looking at her, and immediately their gazes collided. Rosette lowered her face. "Focus on Rowen, all of you," the queen said, then left.

“What if I can’t?” “Then I’ll be here to remind you until you can,” she said firmly. “You’re not alone in this. Do you want me to teach you how to try?” I hesitated, then nodded. “Please.” She shifted, and I felt her presence lean closer. “All right. First, take a deep breath.” I obeyed, air filling my lungs slowly, then escaping. “Now, think of me. Only me. Don't think about the whispers or others. Just think about me. Think of my voice. Think about my hand in yours and the scent of lavender. Fix your mind on me as though I’m the only one in the room.”

Anne sits on the ground. Five soldiers from the enemy side had arrived. They got down and drew closer to Anne. The girl couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Only the sound of arrogant laughter from those preparing to bring death to Anne. One of them drew a sword and prepared to cut off Anne's head. She hoped for some help, no matter how small. Anne could not do anything more with her weak condition. Just continue to hug the royal baby princess who is now in her hands. Her eyesight was getting blurry.

"Call Marcus." The woman's head throbbed, ringing echoed in her ears as she tried to adjust her eyes to the brightness. She opened her eyes fully, meeting the gaze of Marcus who sat in front of the chair she was tied in. "Marcus." Bella snarled, glaring at the man. "How are you doing, Principessa?" Marcus questioned, tilting his head a bit to the side. "Or should I say Red?" Bella laughs sarcastically. "Like shit." Her voice was raspy, though she delivered the message nonetheless.

she repeated arching her brow. Terry gulped hard moving backwards to the seat though he was slow, he was scared that the queen might be trying to test his loyalty by asking him to sit down when he shouldn’t sit, after all what right does he have to sit with the queen of the land “my queen it isn’t right that I sit when…” Queen Emma cut in immediately looking a little provoked “I am sure you aren’t deaf Terry, I asked you sit down, I said you should sit down or do you prefer to hang in the air? She raised her brow glaring at his face.

She leans down to pat me on the head and sadness enters her eyes again. “All will be clear when the time is right. But get ready for things to change Adelaide. The time has come.” I swat her hand away and try to feel if there’s any more water in me. “You sound like Alizadeh.” I wait and watch for some recognition to flicker across her face but the Queen maintains a melancholy expression. She goes to the only thing that resembles a seat here, the stump of wood that protrudes from the earth and she sits. “Let’s clarify some things shall we?”