Blood Emperor Throne

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Noble, charming, yet aloof and arrogant—this is everyone's first impression of this beautiful knight.

Her beautiful face was charming and elegant, but her soft red lips, adorned with a beauty mark, added a touch of mature allure that was uniquely her own.

Her long, wavy, wine-red hair, reaching her waist, exuded charm and elegance. It was styled into a dignified updo by a luxurious headband adorned with platinum rose tassels, showcasing her nobility and grace.

However, compared to this noble and elegant demeanor, her perfectly mature and alluring flesh, which was completely voluptuous and gourd-shaped, was outlined by the gilded, fitted silver armor adorned with the golden dawn, creating an extremely vulgar and even erotic mature silhouette.

Beneath the luxurious silver armor adorned with gilded dawn patterns, her mature and voluptuous figure, befitting a female knight, was revealed to be covered in a thin, sheer, and glossy black bodysuit.

From her smooth, slender fingers that held the longsword, to her plump, firm, fit, and hot long legs, and even her soft, fragrant feet in over-the-knee silver boots, everything was covered in extremely mature and glossy black bodysuit stockings.

Beneath the gleaming silver chainmail that covered her entire body, a mature and alluring charm shimmered, enough to make any man's mouth dry. The already extremely sheer and glossy black bodysuit, soaked in the sultry atmosphere, became even more sensual and alluring, glistening with the oily sheen of sweat.

What the nobles coveted most were her breasts, which, beneath the heavy breastplate, were nothing more than two mounds of greasy, ripe, milky fat filled into a steamed melon, wrapped in oily, translucent black stockings, and soaked in sweet, fragrant sweat—extremely slippery, soft, and bursting with the juices of a melon.

These two mounds, filled with the rich, creamy scent of mature milk, rose and fell with her breath and the violent movements of slamming her hands on the table. Beneath the breastplate, waves of juicy, oily, and molten black silk rose and fell, creating a burst of nectar-like, juicy, and creamy milk.

Even with the thick breastplate covering it, one could still sense that if it weren't for the heavy breastplate, which squeezed and wrapped the breasts inside the armor, those two plump breasts would probably jump out, trembling and exuding the aroma of mature milk, once the breastplate was removed.

In contrast to the exquisitely tailored breastplate, her plump, voluptuous, and shapely thighs, adorned with glossy black stockings, were only covered by chainmail that reached her hips and a heavy silver skirt armor embellished with golden roses.

The reason she didn't wear a long, fitted skirt like the other knights was naturally because her breasts, which were naturally delivered, were like two ripe, plump, juicy peaches, exuding an aphrodisiac aroma in the sweltering atmosphere.

Even the most form-fitting suit of armor couldn't contain her plump, firm, black-stockinged buttocks. It could only cover her with light chainmail, and then with a heavy, knee-length skirt armor, concealing her mature and alluring charm.

But precisely because of this, in corners unseen by these nobles, once this noble and alluring mature female knight moves her plump, firm, glossy black-stockinged long legs, her voluptuous, voluptuous, and firm buttocks, exuding the fragrance of mature flesh and resembling a ripe nectarine, will be revealed beneath her heavy armor.

Like a horny female beast, her two plump, dark-skinned buttocks, resembling piles of mutton fat and honey, would constantly collide with each other. If riding a warhorse, the hard saddle would inevitably cause the oily, greasy buttocks to ripple and swell, enough to defeat any male on the spot.

However, the prestige of Dolores Los, the commander of the Beautiful Knights, prevented these nobles from focusing their profane gazes on her alluring, mature flesh, which exuded a captivating, sensual fragrance and seemed like an aphrodisiac.

"There's no point in arguing like this; it will only create division."

"Moreover, Castella's main force has not yet appeared, so we should not be careless."

Dolores rested one hand on the longsword at her waist and the other on the table. Her alluring, wine-red eyes swept over everyone present, lingering for a moment on her lazy-looking husband, Baron Caster of the Gruul Baronial estate, before turning her gaze to a voluptuous, mature, gentle, and intellectual beauty beside her.

"I agree with Dolores's opinion." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

The gentle and intelligent widowed mage Alice sat gracefully behind the table, holding an ancient book.

Her charming and mature face, adorned with a beauty mark beneath her gentle, pale purple eyes, made her appear even more alluring and mature, exuding a captivating allure.

Her flawless white updo added to her intellect and elegance, but this intellect and elegance, along with her lewd white silk stockings and mature, alluring flesh, only highlighted her eroticism.

Her plump, voluptuous figure was encased in sheer, creamy white stockings that clung to her hips, creating an elegant and dignified silhouette.

Two shapely, plump legs in white silk stockings appeared to be crossed in an elegant and dignified posture, but in reality, the soft, smooth, and creamy white silk flesh of the legs overlapped and pressed together under the high-slit light blue silk robe, almost as if it were tempting men to vent their heat between the smooth white silk stockings of this pure and voluptuous noblewoman.

The elegant and sophisticated high-slit, form-fitting light blue silk robe accentuated her gourd-shaped, tender, and alluring flesh, which exuded a gentle and mature charm but was actually extremely sensual and voluptuous. It was so enticing that it made people want to drool and go wild.

The loose and conservative elegant silk robe had a high slit in white lace in front of the two plump breasts that exuded a rich, milky fragrance. The reason for this was, of course, that the two plump breasts were like two soft, ripe, teardrop-shaped melons filled with sweet, milky white jade bells.

Even when she was just sitting upright, her plump, juicy breasts, which exuded a rich, milky fragrance and were adorned with a charming beauty mark, stretched the thin, wide, light blue silk robe so much that it looked as if two ripe, soft papayas had been stuffed inside, almost bursting at the seams. If it weren't for the large, openwork lace opening, the robe would probably have ripped apart with the slightest movement.

If she were to then reveal her soft, white, and lustrous feet, clad in white high heels with thick, blue soles and straps, the two mounds of white jade, like bursting milk, would collide and sway beneath her wide, flowing silk robe, creating waves of warm, soft flesh that would make one's mouth dry.

Compared to her plump, fleshy breasts, her graceful, slender waist was truly remarkable. To say that it was a delicate bud bearing ripe, plump fruit would be an exaggeration, but to say that it was a lush willow tree drooping with melons would not be an exaggeration at all.

And for the same reason, her breasts were like two mounds of white silk, piled up as if they were stewed and fermented cream.

Furthermore, it stretched her light blue silk robe, which was already slit down to just two thin silk curtains, outlining her extremely plump and rounded breasts, which looked like two ripe peaches. Beneath her pure white silk stockings, which were as smooth and white as sticky milk, a light blue lace camisole further accentuated her mature and alluring charm.

Compared to the pure, translucent, snow-white stockings, her well-maintained, flawless, creamy white skin further accentuated her already voluptuous and voluptuous figure, making it appear even more supple and moist.

This is Lady Elise Brund, the widowed female mage, the only mage in the allied forces, or rather, one of the few fourth-circle mages in this border territory.

Alice adjusted her crystal-blue glasses over her pale purple eyes and said softly, "Pushing forward now is too risky and not worth the effort. We can wait until the integration is complete before proceeding."

“If you say this is to give Castella a chance to catch its breath, I disagree, because the army and the knights also need to rest at this time. Castella is already in a state of readiness, so this actually gives us time to rest.”

The two women's explanation clearly did not calm the restless nobles down.

And they were the only two sober people among this group of nobles.

The reason they chose to set up camp and hold their ground instead of advancing was not only to guard against a counterattack by the Castilian army, to defend the bridge that served as a logistical supply line, and to reorganize their lightly equipped military gear before crossing the river, but also for another extremely important reason.

This river-crossing operation has gone far too smoothly.

Both Brundor and Gruel face a dilemma when they want to attack Castella: the Ruva River, which lies in front of both territories.

The Rue River is as wide as 30 meters at its narrowest point, and the current is rapid. The only way to cross the river is to find a place with a gentle current and cross by boat, or to use the arched stone bridge used by both sides for trade.

Therefore, for Castella, to defend against a surprise attack from the territories of Brundor and Gruel, all they need to do is deploy some patrolling scouts along the river and focus on guarding the bridges. If forced into a corner, they can simply destroy the bridges to stop the advance of these two territories.

As for an invasion from the Earldom of Dorne, don't even think about it.

The closest territory to the Earldom of Dorne is the Barondom of Gruul, but between them lies the Earldom of Berenstein, which is slightly smaller than the Earldom of Dorne and weaker than the combined Brendale and Gruul.

But it was still an earldom, and there was no way they would allow the armies of Brendor and Gruul to enter.

Therefore, if Elise, the widow of Brendor, and Dolores, the knight-lord of Gruul, want to attack Castella, they must either find a way to cross the Rue River or storm the bridges.

However, the situation developed in a way that exceeded the expectations of both Alice and Dolores.

Castella did not react at all until both of their armies crossed the Rue River simultaneously by smuggling and using bridges.

It should be noted that in preparation for this attack, they had simultaneously made plans to storm the bridge and cross the river.

The highly mobile Knights of the Dawn will cross the river by boat, while Brendor will attack the bridge, thus containing Castella from both sides. Once one side successfully crosses the river, they will quickly rush to its aid and join forces to attack Castella from both sides.

But Castella did not set up scouts along the river to scout, nor did it prevent them from crossing. They didn't even station any guards on the bridges, and there was no movement until they crossed the river.

Even the most corrupt and incompetent earldom would not show such cowardice in the face of such blatant invasion, failing to even dare to defend along the river; this is truly abnormal.

It was precisely this timid attitude that made the nobles of Brundor and Gruul, who already looked down on Castelia, even more contemptuous of Castelia.

For them, Castella in the past was not only extremely weak, but also seriously divided among its internal factions, and its military was corrupt and disorganized.

Even without the need for an alliance, Brendor and Gruul were always superior to Castellane in the past. The reason for their current alliance is purely due to the machinations of Alice and Dolores.

They were well aware of how threatening Castella's recent military reforms were, and that Castella's annexation of the Earldom of Dorne was by no means a mere lucky break.

The two were not mindless nobles; they became increasingly worried after Castella began its military reforms and annexed the Earldom of Dorne.

The two women were well aware of Castella's highly efficient centralized system of reforms, its military system designed entirely for war, and its rapidly expanding military equipment.

If Castella is not swiftly suppressed while it is still in turmoil after annexing the Earldom of Dorne, then the Viscountdom of Brundor, the Barondom of Gruul, and even the Earldom of Bernstein and the Earldom of Ucanster will follow in the footsteps of the Earldom of Dorne and be gradually devoured.

Therefore, they initially tried to unite with the two powerful countdoms, Berenstain and Ucanst, in an attempt to form an encirclement and strangle Castellania.

However, as expected, the Earls of Berenstain and Ucanst rejected their proposal to unite and prohibited their armies from passing through their territories.

Therefore, they could only organize their own nobles to suppress Castellania, but obviously, this was very inefficient.

The nobles of Brundor and Grünre, including Baron Castells of Grünre, also held Castellia in utter contempt, thinking only of threats rather than sending troops and money to wage war.

Therefore, they spent a month uniting and intimidating the nobles of both territories to wage war. During this month, they also witnessed Castellania consolidating its territory with great efficiency and speed, eliminating the rampaging beastmen and bandits, and carrying out various military reforms.

By the time they finally managed to intimidate the nobles under their command into organizing an army, Castellania had already fully integrated the Earldom of Dorne, and its military strength had expanded again, causing them to lose their best opportunity to attack.

Now, Castellania, having completed its military reforms, is allowing them to freely enter its territory, which is extremely abnormal.

A bad feeling arose in Alice and Dolores' hearts: Castella seemed to want to annihilate the armies of their two territories.

But clearly, their concerns had no effect and instead provoked a backlash from the nobility.

Ultimately, the meeting ended on bad terms, but at least it suppressed the nobles' desire to push forward.

As night fell, the riverbank's moisture carried away some of the heat, but the daytime humidity and sweltering heat still made Dolores feel incredibly sticky and hot in her mushy body.

After finishing her day's deployment duties, Dolores, the commander of the Dawn Gold Knights, returned to her tent under the protection of two guard princess knights. In the front tent, she took off her form-fitting Dawn Gold gilded silver armor and black bodysuit, and changed into a cool and sophisticated spaghetti strap high-slit semi-transparent black gauze dress.

The light, semi-transparent black gauze dress with high slits and lace patterns offered almost no cover. The plump, ripe breasts, which had been trapped inside the heavy bra for a day, were finally freed, stretching the semi-transparent black bra straps so taut that they seemed to sink deep into the white flesh.

This cool and sophisticated black gauze dress is not only a style that wraps around the breasts and exposes the back, but also makes her plump, voluptuous breasts, which exude a rich, milky aroma, barely covered by two extremely revealing thin straps. Even the black gauze skirt that reaches her hips is just two extremely thin pieces of black gauze hanging down like a curtain.

Her glossy black stockings, as plump and soft as ripe peaches, were almost entirely covered by two sheer veils that barely concealed the outline of her plump, soft vulva, outlined by the thin, openwork black lace straps, and the nectar hidden between the two plump, hot, and overflowing mounds of ripe black stockings.

Unlike many other female knights, Dolores, as a beautiful and noble female knight, does not particularly like tight-fitting shirts and trousers. Instead, she prefers cool and silky suspender dresses and soft and light stockings.

She especially liked pantyhose, the kind that could restrain her two plump, soft, juicy black stockings and prevent them from swaying wildly with her long, firm, black-stockinged legs.

However, although she privately adored cool gauze skirts and silk stockings, something rather counterintuitive was that her lustful and greedy baron husband had never seen her mature and alluring beauty.

Or rather, her baron husband never even touched her.

After all, it was a political marriage between the two parties. Her baron husband was greedy, lecherous, cowardly, and useless. On their wedding night, she kicked him out of the bridal chamber while he was wearing a black lace wedding dress.

For Dolores, she would never allow such a worthless person to possess her if she could not conquer or win her approval.

If she could conquer her, she wouldn't mind becoming her virtuous wife, letting her enjoy her plump, shapely, and beautiful body.

As she had predicted, Castor remained unchanged after she kicked him out of the bridal chamber. He had a large number of mistresses and did nothing all day. She controlled all the political and military affairs, which made her increasingly disappointed.

Today was no different. Thinking of her cowardly, grinning husband in the conference room, Dolores became increasingly irritable. This led to the fact that even the usually vigilant Princess Knight Commander only realized something was wrong when she entered her private quarters in the rear tent.

As she stepped into the rear tent, the rich, cloying aphrodisiac scent, mixed with male hormones powerful enough to make any female or woman's eyes gleam with lust, reached her nose.

"Goooooo? It's hitting you again... Ugh... No... Don't!"

Behind the desk where she usually sat and worked, her former vice-captain of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights, the beautiful and elegant knight captain with two daughters, Morilas, was now completely behaving like a defeated, subjugated female knight, displaying a seductive and alluring demeanor.

The plump, soft, and juicy flesh of her ample breasts and fragrant buttocks transformed into the flesh armor of a defeated, alluring knight, her hands bound behind her back by platinum handcuffs and hanging in front of a tall, strong, and handsome man. Her long, plump, shapely, and sensual legs, clad in white stockings and suspenders, were held by the man's large hands like handles, her soft, fleshy feet in sheer white stockings and boots.

As the man thrust his hips again and again, her two plump, ripe breasts, which had nurtured her two daughters, swayed up and down, creating waves of sticky, ripe milk that splashed everywhere. From her tender, soft breasts came bursts of wanton, lustful cries.

Upon seeing Dolores enter the tent, the defeated knight, who had been ravaged into a female slave by the man behind her, suddenly regained a glimmer of clarity in her alluring eyes, which had been filled with lustful desires. She immediately issued a final warning to the beautiful knight commander before her with a seductive moan.

"Ugh...no...don't...Eee...Captain...run...run away...eee...run away...uh...I can't win...ugh...I'll be ravaged by this man...turned into...a defeated knight who only knows how to fight...oh...oh..."

Chapter 57 The Defeated Beautiful Wife Knight

The Dawn Knights are a royal guard knight order established by the beautiful knight Dolores after she took over the Gruul regime.

She was fed up with the inefficient noble knights and the noble fief system—bloated, deformed, decadent, and corrupt—which made the implementation of every strategy she devised extremely difficult.

This Knights of the Dawn, nominally her personal guard, actually served to restrain and check the power of the nobles within her territory.

After the establishment of the Xijinji Knights, at least military command and decision-making could be carried out smoothly, and nobles only needed to send out auxiliary troops and provide war funds.

As for the nobles' complaints, they gradually disappeared after Dolores reduced their military autonomy.

Each of the Xi Jin Ji Knights was handpicked by her personally. They were all beautiful and sexy, noble and gorgeous knights with proud personalities. Their long, slender, and shapely legs were perfect for riding warhorses in high-heeled silver boots and accompanying her into battle.

She and the female knights of the Xijin Princess Knights lived and trained together, and they were the military force she trusted most.

Moreover, because it was established by her personally immediately after taking over the government,

This group of around sixty female knights, like her, had gradually transformed from proud and dashing older sisters into alluring and mature female knights with voluptuous, firm, and mature figures, exuding a seductive charm that constantly stimulated men. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and is omitted from the translation.)

Some of them gradually married over the years, becoming beautiful female knights and female knights whose figures became increasingly mature and voluptuous, with a voluptuous yet firm and supple bodybuilding curve.

As the vice-commander of the entire Dawn Gold Princess Knights, the elegant and alluring Mature Queen Knight Commander Morilas possesses strength comparable to a minotaur.

After marrying her gentle and timid husband, she gave birth to twin daughters, and her already voluptuous body became even more mature and supple.

It was like a plump, ripe papaya milk made from solidified, rich milk, and a firm, large penis with an extremely succulent, plump outline outlined within tight trousers.

They were exactly like two pairs of ripe, juicy, white peaches, forming a fleshy, ripe, and voluptuous gourd-like shape with her slender waist, which had been sculpted into a mermaid line through her hard training. As her long, slender, and shapely legs, which showed off her athletic figure, fell down, they would be wrapped in a tight, sheer white shirt and tight trousers, swaying and creating waves of hot, ripe buttocks.

The twin daughters inherited Morales's extremely arrogant nature, showing compassion for the weak but remaining utterly indifferent to the bloated nobles and lords.

After reaching adulthood, the two sisters transformed into noble, beautiful, and dashing mature female knights. These two sisters, with their ample breasts, honey-colored buttocks, and alluring, hot figures, often accompanied their mature and beautiful mother on her military campaigns.

With their dashing beauty and haughty demeanor, the mother and her two knight sisters, possessing mature, alluring breasts and a voluptuous figure, made them renowned for their beauty throughout the entire Baron Grül territory and even the surrounding earls. In these territories, almost no man failed to covet the three of them.

However, this mother and daughter, who are both noble and arrogant, possess both a mature and alluring maternal charm and a sexy and sassy style,

At this moment, however, before Dolores, this noble and alluring knight with a voluptuous, ripe, and seductive body that could be described as erotic and vulgar, one could see both the glistening, fragrant sweat on her voluptuous flesh and her proud and noble nature.

They were all mercilessly crushed and defeated in front of this heroic and handsome man, and completely turned into flesh armor spoils of war for the mother and daughter flower princess knights who only knew how to let out the cries of female beasts.

Between the bedding, a pair of noble and beautiful twin knights, with ample breasts and shapely buttocks, firm and sexy flesh, and skin with a hot, healthy wheat color, along with ear-length curly hair in shades of light gold and burgundy, looked like trophies from a hunt, placed on the bedside table.

Her slender, delicate hands were tied high with platinum chains, her alluring eyes were covered by a lace blindfold, and she was forced to open her honey lips like a mare biting a horse's bridle. Her pair of hot, sexy, tanned, and muscular long legs were hooked with hot and charming light gold and wine red ankle straps and open-toe short high-heeled sandals, and she was tied up in an extremely wanton split by the chains.

The virgin peach blossom, having just experienced the first sexual encounter, was already ravaged and left in a state of utter confusion.

Considering that Morales, the alluring and mature woman currently being ravaged and moaning incessantly as a flesh armor hanging in front of the man, was being ravaged, Dolores, a beautiful knight who had long held a high position and was quick to make decisions, almost instantly grasped the situation.

The tall, strong man before her had infiltrated her, the leader of the beautiful knights, and silently defeated, violated, and ravaged the guards who were keeping watch over her inner quarters, as well as the two sisters.

The alluring and mature female knight, upon realizing something was amiss, rushed into the inner tent to try and rescue her twin daughters, who were being ravaged by a man's strong and tall body, their eyes rolled back and honey-splattered.

But clearly, this mature and alluring mother, whose strength was comparable to that of a minotaur, and who possessed a plump, juicy, and voluptuous figure with a well-developed, oily bottom, was rendered powerless by the man's overwhelming power. She was now a defeated and seductive knight-like figure, hanging in front of him, her honeyed milk splattering everywhere, her eyes rolling upwards, her tongue half-protruding, her face full of infatuation.

The final warning from the alluring and mature female knight Morellas did indeed alert Dolores.