Blood Emperor Throne

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Asmodian whispered teasingly in her ear, and before the beautiful knight could show any resistance, he transformed into a minotaur enjoying the defeated knight.

He coerced the beautiful knight Cassandra from the bed like a savage minotaur, lifting her up like a trophy. He held her noble and alluring knight, who was only covered by horse-oil-covered stockings, and draped her plump, fleshy body, which resembled a soft suit of armor, over his body.

Forced to let her jade-like hands, clad in flesh-colored ring-shaped lace gloves, softly hook back onto Asmodie, her plump and firm legs, once those of a knight riding a warhorse, could only hang helplessly in the air, tiptoeing.

As Asmodeus roughly possessed and enjoyed her fragrant, tender, and voluptuous breasts, his powerful tongue entwined with her lazy, smooth, honeyed tongue, roughly extracting her nectar. He also used one hand to lift her plump, melon-like breasts, and the other hand to hook her voluptuous, firm waist and abs. He began to walk towards the door, wearing this voluptuous mother knight's flesh armor.

With each step he took, the swaying motion caused Cassandra's glistening, fleshy buttocks, which were steaming with the aroma of mature flesh and covered only by glossy, fleshy stockings, to tremble wildly.

The voluptuous knight cassande, whose lips were being violated and ravaged by Asmody, was also struck so hard that her eyes rolled back completely. Her long, slender legs, dangling in the air, swayed and trembled wildly, causing her only remaining flesh-colored, red-soled, peep-toe high-heeled sandal to fly off, and her nectar almost spilled all over the ground.

This extremely brutal and powerful suspended flesh armor meant that Cassandra, who was almost entirely supported by ferocious beasts and hung on Asmody's body, was like a huge, grotesque stone mortar, completely squeezing out the nectar from her honeyed spring with every step Asmody took.

This spring of nectar, to Asmodie, could be described as ripe, tender, and overflowing with nectar. Despite being pounded by his savage and brutal suspended riding, and her honeyed cavity trembling and tightly bound, she could still withstand his frenzied centaur-style riding onslaught.

His centaur was almost entirely filled with savage, violent, and ferocious lances. Every time he galloped, even when his greasy, shiny buttocks trembled from the impact, every time he violently poured in the honey spring, it would splash flower nectar everywhere, staining his greasy, shiny hair with a lewd and watery color.

If there is any characteristic of the plump, mature, and alluring woman beneath him, it is that no matter when he rides on her or when he presses her down in a frenzied manner like a wild beast in its mating, her sticky, juicy, white flesh will always be overflowing with honey-like fluids the moment he roughly enters.

It was like a spring that constantly accumulated nectar for him to ride and rampage. Whenever he launched his first round of riding with extremely violent momentum, his ferocious and savage lance would be soaked in the sticky and slippery nectar, making riding effortless. However, the ripe and soft honey spring also had the suppleness of this beautiful mother knight commander, and would always entangle him tightly.

Chapter 51 Bright Purple High Heels and Stockings

In the Carolant Empire, the savage and deformed beastmen and the sadistic and lewd drow elves share a common trait in some ways.

That is, they all possess an extremely cruel and lewd darkness.

These beast-men, with human bodies and animal heads, are born with a hatred for humans. Their savage and deformed bodies not only inherit the instinct of wild beasts to reproduce, but also possess the primal instincts that humans are always present in.

The drow elves are a sadistic and lewd race by nature. They pursue pleasure, depravity, torture, the most piercing howls, and the most unforgettable pain and despair.

The only difference is that the herd of unicorns reveres the savage and powerful males, while the females are merely sex toys, breeding grounds for sexual gratification, and livestock to be cooked when necessary.

The drow elves revere their seductive and unrestrained drow matriarchs. Males in the drow elf race are merely tools and slaves, and the race's high-ranking members are monopolized by those alluring and beautiful drow priestesses and enchanting drow matriarchs.

The decadent daily life of every Drow mistress is incomparable even to that of the most depraved prostitute.

After all, prostitutes sell their bodies for money, while drow matriarchs only pursue ever-increasing depraved pleasures. For this reason, even the wild and burly male centaurs often become their male lovers. The lower-class male drows not only have to endure the brutal rule of the drow matriarchs, but also have to be ravaged by them at all times.

Therefore, in each slave-hunting war, these lower-class male drow would vent all their pent-up, twisted desires on the captured female slaves.

Therefore, beastmen and drow elves often become villains in the stories told by bards in the lively atmosphere of taverns late at night, bringing a knowing smile to the reader's face.

Princess knights captured by savage and filthy beastmen in the war of the beasts and turned into flesh armor; holy and mature nuns in white silks were trained and hypnotized by lewd and sadistic drow elves into lewd nuns who only knew how to serve; noble, charming and alluring ladies were dragged into alleys by lowly and filthy poor people and wantonly ravaged and violated.

Although these stories have always been able to liven up the atmosphere in pubs, they are ultimately fictional.

After all, those holy and beautiful nuns in white silk never simply walk away to be abducted and trained by drow elves, nor do drow elves possess the so-called hypnosis and alteration of common sense. Noble and charming ladies would never go out without guards, and those lowly and filthy poor people would probably never see them even once in their entire lives.

As for the beautiful female knight who was defeated and captured, she was forced to be blindfolded and have her lips bound. Her exquisite, firm, white, and alluring flesh was only covered by a lewd and revealing suspender-neck silver armor and a hollowed-out gauze curtain, hanging on the body of the savage minotaur.

Their slender, jade-like hands were bound and suspended from the chain collars around the minotaurs' necks, while their long, slender, and fair legs, clad in various alluring silver boots and lace-trimmed stockings, were wrapped around the minotaurs' thick waists, transforming into female flesh armor. This was the story of how these minotaurs and bullheaded monsters' ferocious charges crushed the human ranks.

In reality, this wouldn't happen. Beastmen wouldn't waste seedbeds and livestock food like that. Besides, these flesh armors, apart from causing a slight morale blow, are completely unable to withstand human heavy crossbows and arcane magic.

As for the lewd jokes told by bards, the scene of those inferior, deformed, short goblins riding on the plump, round buttocks of noble and beautiful female knights, with these defeated and captured female knights wearing only knee-high high-heeled silver boots and bodysuits of stockings, being used as female knights by these goblins and orcs to launch a charge, is a scene that only appears in the jokes of bards.

Without her warhorse, the female knight, riding in just a pair of long, tight-fitting high-heeled boots, was not much faster than an ordinary person.

However, at this very moment, within the lord's castle where Asmod was the only man, Cassandra, this noble and alluring mature knight, resembled none other than the defeated knights in the tales of bards, brutally violated by savage and ferocious minotaurs and drow arcane monsters.

"Goo-ooh?~ Ooh-ooh~ You~ bastard~ No, don't use this?~ Goo-ooh~~ Loot Princess Knight gameplay~ Goo-ooh~~"

A series of sweet, seductive moans escaped from Cassandra's plump, luscious red lips. At this moment, the noble and alluring knight-errant's golden eyes, which usually held an air of haughty aloofness and seductive charm, began to roll upwards.

Those tender, honeyed lips that uttered the arrogant and aloof command were half-open, completely lifeless, and the smooth, honeyed tongue was half-protruding, overflowing with the rich, mellow fragrance of orchids mixed with the soft, tender bones and the sound of spring's cry.

Her pride, elegance, allure, and the nobility of a beautiful knight-errant had all transformed into infatuation.

Her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, the mature and alluring flesh of a mother who had given birth naturally, were now reduced to a sliver of glossy, oily, waist-length flesh-colored pantyhose, making her virtually indistinguishable from the vile female knights who were defeated, captured, and transformed into flesh armor, as sung by bards.

The only difference is that this noble and alluring female knight, who is now even more seductive and alluring than the defeated female knight in the bard's words, has still become Asmodie's trophy, hanging in front of the man's sculpted and tall body.

The defeated knight, Yanmu Ji, had long, plump, firm, and oily legs, and two soft, fragrant feet that exuded the rich and alluring scent of a mature and beautiful woman. At this moment, she was extremely helpless, dangling in the air and swaying and trembling with each step Asmodie took.

From the bedside in the room to the second-floor railing of the corridor outside the door, the distance used to be no more than twenty meters.

In that short twenty-meter distance, with each step Asmodie took, Cassandra's plump, greasy buttocks, like those of a ripe, greasy peach, would land heavily on the man's strong, muscular thighs, splashing nectar and waves of fleshy, ripe buttocks.

In this short distance of twenty meters, almost a whole ground was covered with fragrant, rich, and mellow spring honey.

"Goooooo~~ Again~ Ugh~ It's going to be lost again~ Oh my god?~~"

After countless spring tides, Cassandra, the noble and alluring knight, was still in an extremely lewd and erotic armored position as Asmodie wildly rode her away from the room and onto the long corridor on the second floor of the castle.

At this moment, the noble and alluring knight's plump, soft breasts, steaming with the rich aroma of honeydew melon, had been soaked in the overflowing milky fluid under the continuous tide of sensual pleasure, becoming as smooth and succulent as a ripe, soft, milky honey cake. This made Asmodé's hands feel extremely slippery, and the breasts would occasionally tremble and slip away from his hands like creamy, milky cakes.

The savage centaur lancers, charging wildly for a mere twenty meters, finally utterly defeated the noble and alluring female knight, her eyes brimming with desire, and marked her as their spoils with savage, furious rage.

"Goo-hoo~" A melodious and seductive moan escaped Cassandra's lips, which were half-exposed and overflowing with saliva.

Having been utterly defeated and marked as spoils of war by this savage centaur lancer, the fate of the beautiful knight, Yanmu Ji, was no longer in her own hands.

Meanwhile, in the shadows of this long corridor, the elegant and beautiful count, suppressing his soft and tender moans, also covered his noble and mature full lips, reaching a shy and sweet climax.

Her already extremely cool, bright purple bodycon halter-neck silk dress was now damp and sticky from the sweat and post-shower moisture, clinging softly to her ripe, gourd-shaped, honey-dripping flesh, outlining a mature and alluring silhouette that would make any male's mouth dry.

"Gurgle~~ Hmm?~ Oh..."

A seductive and alluring moan, mixed with a rich and mellow feminine fragrance, wafted from Osalia's plump and sweet lips, which were adorned with sweet saliva. This rich and mellow feminine fragrance alone was comparable to the most stimulating succubus poison for men.

Her plump, soft, and creamy breasts, outlined by the cool, strappy silk dress, resembled bursting melons, rising and falling like two ripe, creamy milk cakes filled with fragrant milk, constantly rippling with soft, creamy aroma.

The rich, creamy milky aroma emanating from these two plump, ripe breasts with each rise and fall, mixed with the rich, mellow feminine fragrance, is enough to stimulate the most primal rage within the male's heart.

At this moment, Osalia, exuding the mature charm of a mother, if she were to walk through the deserted castle streets late at night, the mere trace of her feminine fragrance and the rich, creamy scent of milk would be enough to ignite the most primal riots among the male creatures of the entire street.

This lingering, rich, and alluring feminine fragrance, comparable to the venom of a succubus, naturally caught Asmodie's attention.

He glanced sideways, gazing at the soft, mature body with its plump breasts and ripe buttocks, glistening with fragrant sweat, milky fluids, and sticky, ripe vaginal fluids. The exposed, vibrant purple halter-neck silk skirt accentuated its incredibly voluptuous, hourglass shape. The honeyed, alluring flesh exuded a rich, mature feminine fragrance. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and is omitted from the translation.)

The barbaric centaur lancers, who had just begun to quiet down, once again beat their ferocious war drums under the gaze of this beautiful woman with her tender and shy eyes.

On the surface, Cassandra, the noble and alluring knight, and Osalia, the elegant and beautiful countess, are different only in appearance. One is noble and beautiful, charming and dignified, while the other is elegant and gentle. Both have plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, and are of the mature and sweet type.

However, the two women's figures are not actually similar, whether it is their shared charm and allure as mothers or their voluptuous, mature flesh exuding a seductive fragrance.

Of the two women, Cassandra's figure was graceful and toned, with a voluptuous and supple fleshy body concealing a fit and slender V-line and a beautiful curve.

Osalia, on the other hand, had a mature and alluring figure. Her soft, plump, gourd-shaped body seemed to exude an aphrodisiac fragrance at all times, enough to make any man's blood boil just by looking at her.

If we were to describe Cassandra's ample breasts as two bell-shaped mounds filled with rich, ripe milk, yet incredibly firm and smooth like a perfectly ripe peach...

Osalia's Honey-Ripe Milk is like two soft, ripe, milky marshmallows, filled with sticky, sweet, and creamy milk. The teardrop-shaped, plump, ripe peach milk, with each shake, will ripple like two bursting, sweet, and creamy butter, creating waves of soft, creamy, and creamy milk.

Cassandra's plump, juicy flesh was like two mounds of honey-filled flesh, like large, ripe, juicy peaches piled up with white, oily threads and honey. Although the flesh was extremely ripe, juicy and fragrant, it was also very firm and honey-ripened. Wrapped in the glistening, oily threads covering her buttocks, it was exactly like two plump, ripe female buttocks that had been born safely.

Osalia's plump, soft, and creamy white buttocks were more like two plump, white peaches, full and rounded like piled-up honey and milk. Having been in a high position for so long, these two plump, creamy buttocks had lost the firm, heart-shaped curves of Cassandra's.

Instead, they resemble two ripe, juicy peaches filled with cream and honey—soft, rich, and plump, yet not bloated. They are like two fermented, steamed, and creamy milk cakes coated with a layer of milk syrup, making them the perfect cushion for riding.

"Gurgle? Hmm~ Cassandra~~ Hmm?~"

"Countess~ Hmm?~"

A soft, gentle murmur, mingled with the sound of flowing water, gradually rose in the long corridor late at night.

The noble and alluring knight Cassandra, and the elegant and charming Countess Osalia.

Now, they have all become Asmodie's spoils of war, obediently bowing down in the castle corridors late at night with their fleshy, mature, plump, and firm long legs in glossy stockings and their rich, voluptuous, and honey-smooth purple lace-trimmed suspender stockings.

Their thighs, encased in glossy, fleshy stockings, resembled plump, ripe, creamy dumplings, soft and juicy. Their snow-white, soft buttocks, glistening with a moist, rich sheen of sweat, were held together by vibrant purple lace, making them appear as if they were wrapped in creamy, soft, ripe cakes.

Trembling, it pressed down on their fragrant, soft, and oily feet, and on their elegant, vibrant purple peep-toe slingback crystal high-heeled sandals that exuded mature feminine charm and springtime allure.

The sticky, wet sounds echoed as the noble and alluring knight and the elegant and beautiful count rose and fell together.

Cassandra, the alluring maternal knight, exuded a captivating and mature maternal charm, her sweet tongue roaming freely. Meanwhile, Osalia, the gentle and mature beauty, driven by a soft and shy surge of desire, her eyes gleaming with intoxicating pink hearts, gradually accepted the savage lancer…

Asmod's fiery and aggressive gaze brazenly swept over Cassandra's beautiful back, which was only covered by waist-length stockings, and then focused on Osalia's ripe, alluring flesh, which was glistening with the sweet, slick sweat of a mature woman and exuded a rich, cloying feminine fragrance.

The loose, bright purple halter top had already slipped down, revealing two plump, ripe breasts, as juicy and fragrant as ripe nectarines, trembling as they were played with. The hem of her skirt, which reached just above her hips, had been lifted up to her voluptuous waist, outlining a sensual, fleshy silhouette.

She also filled those ripe, creamy, and greasy buttocks, which resembled piles of creamy peaches, with only a thin lace strap deeply embedded between them, revealing this mature spring scene to Asmodie's eyes.

The man's fiery and unrestrained gaze caused a soft, alluring blush to appear in Osalia's beautiful eyes, which were filled with spring fever.

This elegant and mature countess, even when on tour, had never been stared at with such unbridled gaze by any man.

But right now, her elegant and mature beauty, Countess Castella, not only allowed the man before her to defile her at will, but also humbly and gracefully raised her head.

After a round of passionate lovemaking, the elegant and beautiful countess, her flesh ripe and alluring, shy yet brimming with desire, was pinned down by the man in a rough, penetrating position.

The man carried the countess on his back, her pair of mature, voluptuous, and glossy purple lace-trimmed tank tops and long, fleshy stockings. His large hands gripped her elegant, peep-toe, crystal-studded high-heeled sandals, which exuded a mature, feminine charm and springtime allure, serving as a prop for her sensual and alluring charm.

As the man's firm, solid waist fell heavily upon her under the beautiful countess's shy, heart-fluttering gaze, his weight pressed down on her large, fleshy buttocks, glistening with a moist, mature, and fragrant sweat, clad in a tight-fitting halter top, resembling a creamy, soft, and plump cake.

"Gurgle~~~ Ughhhhhh?~"

With the man's strong, firm waist, the two mounds of soft, creamy flesh, glistening with oily sweat, slammed against each other, causing ripples of wetness and splattering.

The elegant and mature Countess, like a graceful swan in courtship, raised her fair neck high, and a high-pitched, charming cry of spring emanated from her tender, soft lips, glistening with drops of sticky white milk...

The beautiful countess, brutally possessed by a man other than her deceased husband, was subjected to Asmodeus's subsequent frenzied and violent onslaught. Her mature, silky feet, held high above his head, draped softly over Asmodeus's shoulder in light, vibrant purple peep-toe crystal high-heeled sandals.

She slowly and obediently wrapped herself around the man's hard and solid waist, and then Asmodie held her two soft, plump, greasy purple high-heeled feet in one hand and placed them in front of her to be tasted and played with at will.

Finally, she was forced to kneel and lie down to receive the attack, then she was lifted up on her side with one of her plump, juicy legs being lifted up, and then she was leaning against the wall with one of her juicy purple high-heeled feet on the ground, while the other was held high by Asmodie.

After a night of conquest, the elegant and beautiful Countess and the noble and alluring Queen Knight, as spoils of Asmodie, the savage and ferocious centaur lancer, were enjoyed, possessed, violated, and desecrated, and marked as their own.

The elegant, soft, and luxurious silk-stockinged feet of the beautiful knight captain, and the tender, fragrant, and succulent feet of the beautiful countess, together at the end of this feast, drew attention to the pair of flesh-colored, red-soled, peep-toe, open-toe, strappy high-heeled sandals, and the pair of elegant, mature, and voluptuous purple, thin-strapped, peep-toe, crystal-embellished high-heeled sandals.

With an arrogant and disdainful attitude of punishment, they trampled Asmodian, this savage centaur lancer, beneath their succulent, plump, oily-silk, smoky feet and fish-mouthed heels, once again marking the defiled filth as the exclusive property of men.

Chapter 52 White Silk Maid Rowling

The following day, at dawn, at the Lord's Castle of Castellania.

The pale golden morning frost brushed away some of the summer night's heat, but it couldn't dispel the sweet, alluring, and mature fragrance emanating from the castle's corridors—a fragrance so intense it seemed that just one breath would make one's body go weak and hot.

The castle maids were still busy this morning, but the second floor was not their main focus of cleaning.

After all, if he went up to the second floor at this time... he would be eaten by that handsome and valiant knight commander Asmodie, along with the leftovers from his dinner last night.

Of the castle in this place, the only ones who haven't been devoured by that knight commander, besides their elegant and mature countess, are their gentle and intellectual white-silk-clad head servant.

However, this gentle and intelligent head servant seems to have reached some kind of agreement with the knight.

As a result, the maids gradually discovered that this head maid, who usually only wore black and white ankle-length maid dresses and round-toed maid strappy high heels with white lace ankle-length stockings, was actually quite different from the maids.

Her attire, at some point, had changed to a slightly erotic side-cut lace-up maid silk dress that reached her hips, paired with a sleeveless, neck-ringed, backless, side-cut, flesh-colored blouse. Her shapely, fleshy, and smooth white legs were now wrapped in extremely thin, sheer lace-trimmed long white stockings.

While cleaning, they often saw that this gentle and intelligent head maid was always the first to enter the knight commander's room to clean.

A full hour later, she emerged from the room with a flushed, intoxicating blush on her face. With her soft, moist lips, she used a pale purple lace hairband to tie her long, straight, black hair, which was as long as her waist, into an elegant updo. She then put on a maid's hat and, leaning against the door frame, hooked black round-toed lace-up maid's high heels onto her delicate, soft, sheer white silk-clad feet.

The maids, in order to avoid being eaten by the knight commander in the morning, were punished by having their eyes covered with lace blindfolds and being bound to the headboard for the entire day, unable to complete their daily work. They were then forced to serve as the knight commander's personal maids for three days.

Let's start by cleaning the secluded corners of the castle, the enclosed storerooms, the large public bathhouse that can accommodate dozens of people, and the gardens.

It's not that they didn't clean these places properly on a regular basis; the main reason is...

In the mornings of the past, these places would often be filled with noblewomen, maids, and female knights who had been ravaged and violated by that knight commander all night, filled with thick fluid and completely reduced to the knight commander's docile lance holster.

Most of the time, some of the Purple Nightingale Knights would be punished by the Knight Commander for violating the Order's rules of punishment. They would be bound with bright red hemp ropes, their vision restricted by lace blindfolds and erotic balls, and placed in these positions as punishment.

If they don't retrieve it in time, it could escalate into a very bad situation.

"Ta-ta-"

The crisp, melodious sound of high heels echoed slowly through the corridor, filled with a sweet, languid fragrance that soothed the mind in the early morning.

Exquisite, jade-like, alluring feet, encased in sheer, oil-coated black pantyhose, lightly peek out from a pair of elegant, glossy black-and-red-soled strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals, each step landing between the sweet, glistening crevices of the long corridor.

Whenever those black-stockinged feet fall, the glistening, jade-like toes, adorned with vibrant red nail polish, roll gently across the smooth shoe surface, inevitably getting a little sticky, glistening floral paste on them.

The light sound of high heels, elegant yet with a touch of alluring charm, the graceful curves of the smooth, glossy shoes, and the arch of the black silk stockings gleaming in the dim candlelight, together create a gap that is enough to make any male's blood boil.

Just hearing the crisp, elegant sound of those high heels, and seeing those exquisite, gorgeous, and alluring silk shoes with their haughty and disdainful posture as they arrogantly descend in their black-and-red open-toe stilettos, is enough to make many male creatures collapse on the spot.

However, compared to those alluring and gorgeous black stockings and red-soled high heels, the chaotic atmosphere permeated with the mature fragrance of the woman in the corridor, and the erotic spring scene that could be described as having experienced a wild and unrestrained beastly debauchery, was even more erotic.

The owner of those black stockings and high heels, the noble and aloof beauty, Catherine, was currently wearing a cool and vibrant red spaghetti strap lace-trimmed bodycon dress. Her alluring eyes, overflowing with pink hearts, lazily swept over the love-marked, messy corridor, and she couldn't help but hum softly.

This kind of wanton and lewd scene, where a savage beastman pins down a defeated knight and ravages her at will, is not the first time she has seen it; it often happens in the castle late at night.

Knights like Purple Nightingale who violated the punishment rules, maids in white silk who made mistakes, and noblewomen who made mistakes while managing their territories often received their punishments in the castle late at night.