Queen Sheba Facesitting Novels & Stories

She shouted at her. Instantly Daphne's mouth clamped, she could no longer produce a word, shivering out of their presence. Just as Sheba turned her eyes to focus on the queen, she noticed the stares of other concubines burning a hole out of her. “What?” She groaned at her.

Half way through the steps I bumped into Sheba ,who was equally dress elegantly as the maid all bow with fright . "Here she is looking beautiful and elegant,like she is supposed to be the next Luna .The Audacity in her "Sheba's mutters walking closer to me . "How desperate can you be ,even when trying to take my place"She laughed out, after her last words . "Sheba ,I don't think I have the time to argue with you right now and I don't care if you happen to be the next Luna , but don't cross my lane today I'm in a very happy mood for the first time I will let things slide and let see how things turn out between us "I responded and then walked off , looking all angry and worked up .

The next day, the queen and Rara reconvened in the palace garden in the afternoon. The sun cast a warm, golden light over the meticulously tended flowers and shrubs, creating a serene and picturesque setting. The queen, poised and graceful, began to explain the process to Rara. “For beginners, you must sit cross-legged and place your index fingers and pinky fingers on either side of your head, just above your ears,” she instructed, demonstrating the posture with practiced ease.

CHAPTER 71 Not wanting to make things any more awkward than they already were, I hurried over to the only empty single couch positioned at the far end of the center table and carefully took my seat. Madame Precilla was seated on the couch to my left. Across from her, on the couch to my right, sat Pierre and Queen. Pierre appeared calm. Queen, on the other hand, wore a deep scowl. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and the displeasure written all over her face made it obvious that she was in no mood to hide whatever was bothering her.

Adrian was now fucking Sarah face-to-face; he had spread her slender legs as wide as they would go, her entrance wide open as she met his thrusts. After hundreds of thrusts, Adrian was still not satisfied. He picked up the delicate, limp Sarah and sat her directly on the chair in front of the mirror. “Ah… you… what are you doing…” Sarah was placed on top of Adrian, forced to face the mirror. She could see the two of them in the mirror with crystal-clear clarity.

The girl in the black sunglasses. A girl in a jeans jack, white top and pulled back hair sat with a group of seniors. The jawline was the same, the same full cheeks and small frame. They had to have the same chocolate eyes. The girl's hair appeared thicker and curly. Leah always straightened her hair. ‘What… the hell?’ Jordan whispered. Her skin felt like ice cream falling off a stick. ‘It’s so weird but that’s not the strangest part.’ Ruby said. ‘She claims she isn’t Leah, can you imagine?’

Sheba asked, curious about her behavior. “Well, most of the time, she gave me a poker face and made some side remarks sometimes at the table that I can’t really recall.” I said, shrugging. Sheba rolled her eyes, not satisfied with my answer. Sheba slammed her hand on the table, making me flinch. “That’s a bummer!” She exclaimed, her voice full of frustration. “Why? Why are you so invested in this anyways?” I asked her, feeling confused by her reaction. She looked at me with wide eyes, as if I was dumb or silly or something of the sort.

She leans in and places a small kiss to my cheek. The rage coming from the king has me smiling, he never takes his eyes off his daughter. Who at no point changes the uninterested expression on her beautiful face. The queen looks afraid, the tremor in her hand is visible to anyone paying attention. Evanka stands to the left of the Queen looking every bit the Princess she is, except for one thing: her eyes.

The Alpha Queen asked me now as she stretched her arm to the side for which a maid rushed and handed her a cup of wine. “Yes, my Queen.” I responded immediately. “I can show you—” “That won’t be necessary. Your skin is rather too clear for my liking. And I need more bruises on it either way so yes, Abasha. Beat the truth out of her.” The Queen said as she took a sip from her cup and then to a seat when a chair was brought to her. “Surely, my Queen.” I heard Abasha mutter from behind me and then I heard her growl. I spun around in my trembling but I was immediately bashed to the ground before I could say anything or plead for mercy.

This chair is specially bought for me, where she can sit on my body, face or anywhere she pleases and enjoy my body. "Get your tongue out... " she said and I know what is coming next... she sat down on my face and held my shoulders as support and I kept my tongue out which got as per habit deep inside her pussy. I need to make her cum fast so she can sit down properly... gosh this girl can do anything for an orgasm... she started rubbing faster on my tongue... I also tried my best then she completely sat on my face as she got tired and my tongue was deep inside and she sighed... I couldn't breathe... but I knew she needed rest... when I was about to tap on the side she stood up...