Queen Sheba Facesitting Novels & Stories

The queen asked. "Yes your grace". The Queen had laid in the bathtub for hours. She stood up and Dian rushed to fetch the Queen her robe. She walked to her chair in her room and sat upon it. " I would love a head massage," the Queen said and Dian went to fetch some ointments to keep on her head. Dian poured a little on the Queen's wet hair and began to massage her scalp. As Dian was massaging the hair, the king walked in.

Shobha says and I see Rudra moving towards me. I am feeling so lethargic right now that I can't even protest. Rudra takes me in his arms and hold my arms away from my side. "Why is she like this? Like she is sleepy but not." Rudra asks as he looks at me. "Queen was getting very panicky. So to relax her and also to let me stitch her, I gave her some medication. She will be okay just not totally conscious of her surrounding." I hear Shobha saying while I keep looking at Rudra's strong jaw.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Another thing that constantly worries me as the days go by. About half an hour later we were all properly seated in out chairs. Alexander was now sitting beside his sister. My girl's face was now red and blotchy. She seemed more tired. "Well, this is a weird sitting arrangement," the Queen suddenly spoke up. "Allow me change my seat," my mother moved to her left side so now she was facing all three of us. "You are Alexander Kheelan, am I correct?" "Y..Yes, my Queen," the boy answered.

She was always so dramatic. "Your Majesty," she bowed about ten times before finally standing in front of me. I rolled my eyes and dismissed the guard, pulling her closer so no one else would hear. Even though we were the only people in the courtroom at that moment, the walls had ears—in the form of the other maids—and they certainly liked to talk. "I need you to do something for me, Sheba," I said, my voice firm. "I’d do anything for you, my Luna, even if I have to jump from the palace windows!" she began to raise her voice.

There is a table set up to the side with small pastries and a pot of tea , the maid was just finishing setting it up . “Thank you Anna , that will be all” The Queen says as we all take a seat , i sit beside Mama as far from the others as possible . “Please help yourself to some of these lovely pastries , they are fresh” The Queen says as she pours us each a tea . “Shiva , if you are going to sit with your face like that you would be as well leaving” She says without even looking at her . “So Lillybeth, tell me about yourself dear?” I sit and sip my tea watching as the woman shifts nervously in her seat .

I carefully lifted my eyes a fraction, the only thing I saw was heeled shoes the color of gold coming towards the stairs. "You may rise." A delicate, yet authoritative voice commanded, and everyone complied. The sound of shuffling feet against the floor filled the silence, my body tensing as I finally had a good look at the Queen. Her hair was jet black, razor cut to frame her pale face. Large, amber-coloured eyes framed a sharp nose and lips, and her skin was alabaster white. Her face was beautiful in its pure perfection but her cold demeanor spoke volumes about the power that she held.

I smile at them both, neither return the smile but the Queen sits forward and places her elbows on the table. “So, Azaelyth, I want to make this clear first of all. I will ask you something only once and if you refuse to answer or decide to deceive us this will increase your punishment” The tiny Queen says as she narrows her eyes at me allowing her aura to press down on me and believe me when I say this she is fucking strong, her golden aura is making me feel as though I am suffocating. The Beta sits silent, unmoving as his eyes bore into me, his own aura swirling around us. It’s no match for the Queen but still impressive on its own.

she said, still lowered in a bow, she wasn't just making the mistake of looking into my face… Was it a bad thing to look into a Queen's face or something? "Lead the way." @pop precious

When I step inside, the sight stops me in my tracks. Queenie is asleep in the chair, cradling baby Caleb against her chest. Her head rests against the back of the chair, and her breathing is slow and steady. The baby’s tiny fingers clutch at her shirt, and the two of them look so peaceful it makes my chest ache. I stand there for a moment, just watching them, before deciding to let her sleep a little longer.