Queen Sheba Facesitting の小説・ストーリー

someone shouted. I turned to see Maya enthusiastically waving at me. I walked over to join her and sat beside her, smiling. She was sitting next to none other than Luna Queen Margaret herself, dignified and noble in a midnight-blue gown. Jewel Johnson, the Queen's niece, sat on the Queen's other side, wearing a self-satisfied smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

On the bed. It should have been the extremely frail Leader of the Saber-drawing Sect lying in bed, with white, sparse and unkempt hair, a bag of bones with a heavily wrinkled face. Yet there she was, sitting cross-legged on the bed, cultivating and regulating her Qi without anyone supporting her!

Queen Shelagh gently walk inside the room with dim lights. Fiona was behind her but she stopped when they reach the big calico cotten Queen Shelagh breaths out before drawing the cotten open to reveal a figure sitting in the dim room while the figure face the other angle of the room "Martha" she said and bow her head in respect. Martha did not even turn to look at her, she only point at the seat beside her for Shelagh to sit Shelagh glance at the seat and gently move to sit on it. Martha is the only person Shelagh respects and have fear for, apart from her no one else

wren nodded once again cautiously. " so your grace , back straight , head held high and legs intertwined .. no your ankles like this ." she informed correcting her attempts . " can you now stand up and sit back down the way i showed you ? " asked Savannah while wren did what she asked her to do immediately. " good your grace , that's really good for a first time . " she spoke usually when she sits even before this so called Savannah she was used to sitting politely and like a lady but being a queen is quite different , Savannah told her that in public she should show only strength and grace ."

Her auburn tresses were piled up neatly toward the back of her head, several tendrils hung loose; more in defiance than by design. She smiled as we got closer, but I could have sworn her muscles had forgotten how to pull the move off – the movement odd on her smooth face. Brown eyes, lined with thick lashes assessed us as we neared. Chocolate eyebrows arched in question as she took in how slowly I moved and how heavily I leaned on Torstein. “My Queen” she greeted me with a curtsy, thin fingers still gripping onto the door as if she doubted her own ability not to crumble in grief.

As I tried to enjoy the breakfast, the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air, but my appetite was overshadowed by the persistent discomfort caused by Athena's subtle but deliberate foot rubbing against my leg under the table. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to ignore her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. I glanced at Athena, her expression serene as she continued her subtle assault. I knew she was doing it on purpose, testing my patience, and I was determined not to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. The queen, elegant and composed as always, noticed the exchange. "Athena, it seems your wound has healed completely," she remarked, her eyes

The shaking of his hands answered that question. "Would it be better if I help you a bit?" The Queen put her hand on Erebus's shirtless body and stroked down all the way to his belt and no more. Her movement was like oil, emblazing him in a second. "Ahhh!!!" With a deep, rough growl, Erebus struggled frantically as if crazy with only the jingling of the chain going around in the hall. The Queen waited there with a patient smile, as if just appreciating a pretty scene.

The queen walked to her desk and sat down in her chair. She sat her elbows on the desk; leaning her head down into her hands. "So darling, tell me about yourself." She smiled as she said this, but her tone was demanding. I felt as if I must obey the words she spoke. I felt I had will of my own. I looked at her, my eyes unsure where to look. I focused on her gorgeous hair. The way the colors matched her eyes. I felt like I was looking at a rainbow after it had just rained in the sky. I breathed in and smiled. I tried to choose my words carefully. I did not want to upset the queen.

“Shut up.” She set the tray down, unlocked the chains from the ceiling hook. My arms dropped like dead meat. A thousand needles stabbed through my shoulders. I swayed, but her arm hooked around my waist. They were solid and warm, catching me before I face-planted. For one heartbeat, her body was flush against mine. I could feel her heart drumming against my ribs. Then she pushed me onto the low bench and knelt. Actually knelt. The Alpha Queen. On her knees. In front of the man she was supposed to hate. The air left my lungs.

South Side, Queen Rhea's chamber. "My Queen, my Queen!" Rhea's pale eyes flew open, embracing the darkness in front of her. Her eyelids grew darker, and her whole body whitened as she tried to hold off her power. Anger painted her facial expressions. She observed something was wrong.