Queen Sheba Facesitting Novels & Stories

I asked. "Exactly how I should feel," she answered indifferently as if we had not been chatting over the past two days, as if we had not managed to get along with each other. I didn't let my disappointment show as she stepped around me to face the other women who were now waiting. "For the queen, we should begin with exercises that would build her strength," she addressed the woman whom I was now certain must be the second in charge. "Yes, my lady," the woman replied with a slight bow.

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

One thing that make Queen a unique individual was her voice, calmly powerful, she can talk with full authority and someone in the same room wouldn't hear. Queen moved to where the guy was made sat, she brought herself to his level by squatting before him. 'Young man, you need to freshen up.....' she said using her right hand to turn each of the guy cheek towards her direction to count the bruises. '......You have more than twenty bruises on your face, from what these men had done to you, will you like me to help you?' she asked the guy and he shook his head while Milord's guys looked at Milord who wink at them to calm down.

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.

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.

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?’