Blood Emperor Throne

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Faced with this blasphemous defilement, this noble and alluring knight could only blush and, stepping into her exquisite high-heeled sandals soaked in thick, warm liquid, head to report her mission to Catherine and the Countess.

Until she finished her report, her soft, smooth soles and ten crystal-clear toes, like jade beads, would remain immersed in a warm, sticky environment.

Whenever her plump, soft, and smooth soles step into her smooth, open-toe suspender heels, a sticky, warm sensation soaks into her flawless, fragrant feet.

Thick strands of milk would seep out from the open toe area of ​​her suspender sandals with each descent of her fleshy, high-heeled feet, running down her soft, glistening toes.

The knee-high, high-heeled deerskin silver boots would soak her plump, soft, white feet, along with her ten smooth, white, and tender toes, in a state of constant invasion of her fragrant feet.

Whenever Cassandra thought of Asmodel's various blasphemous and erotic ways of playing, she felt her body, which had already been reduced to the shape of this man, become increasingly sticky, hot, and scalding, her breathing becoming hazy and confused.

In particular, as she got closer to the tent, the lingering, alluring fragrance of a mature woman emanating from it, along with the faint, soft moans, made her feel even more tender and alluring.

However, a faint hint of jealousy gradually crept into her restless heart, stirring with the promise of spring.

As she approached the tent, the tent curtain was lifted from behind by a delicate, jade-like hand.

"Knight Commander Cassandra".

The gentle and beautiful female knight Susanna, with a captivating and alluring blush, tidied her disheveled wine-red updo and led her two beautiful female knight daughters, whose eyes were filled with spring as they adjusted their collars, out of the tent.

When the mother and her two daughters saw the noble and charming Queen Knight Commander Cassandra in front of them, they all nodded in greeting.

"I've come to report on the nobleman's inventory." Cassandra glanced at the mother and her two daughters, who exuded a spring-like charm, her eyes flashing with a seductive, mature allure.

The mother and her two daughters before me appeared to be in a state of wantonness, as if they had been brutally violated. The mother's plump and firm flesh and the daughter's graceful and voluptuous figure exuded a charming and alluring aura.

The beautiful Susanna, with her honey-like breasts, wore a tightly fitted, pristine white shirt that was now disheveled, the collar half-open, revealing most of her plump, soft, fragrant, and creamy white breasts trembling in the open.

The bright purple half-lace bralette that was originally under the sheer shirt had vanished, leaving only two plump, ripe breasts, like overcooked, greasy melons, bobbing and swaying with each breath within the already taut shirt, stretching it even tighter and almost bursting open again.

As for her plump and juicy breasts, the tight, messy pencil pants stretched them out, revealing an even more plump and soft curve of her flesh, exuding a charming and mature springtime allure.

Her two innocent and lovely daughters were no better off. Their fitted shirts were also half-open at the collar, and glistening sweat rolled down their delicate and beautiful fair faces, tracing their exquisite jade-like collarbones and rolling down the Panchen Lama's open shirts into their half-exposed, snow-white and tender breasts, making them even more moist and tender.

Their long, straight, and sexy legs didn't seem to have the energy to change into knee-high heeled deerskin boots right now. Their smooth and delicate feet lazily followed their beautiful mothers in cool, sexy suspender sandals.

"The Knight Commander is currently handling matters inside the tent; you may simply go in."

Susanna answered gently, then led her two daughters away with a languid, alluring gait.

Cassandra lifted the tent flap, and the rich, alluring scent of mature women and the sweet fragrance of young girls made the flesh that Asmodian had just enjoyed that morning feel even more sticky and unbearable.

She bit her full, soft lips and looked at Asmodeus, who was browsing through aristocratic assets with his shirt half-open behind his desk. She stepped forward in her high-heeled silver boots and placed the list of aristocratic assets on the desk.

"The nobleman's property has been inventoried. Funds, luxury goods, land deeds, assets, most of them are listed here. Take a look for yourself."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head out now so as not to disturb your rest."

After saying that, Cassandra hugged Asmodie, her eyes brimming with youthful, alluring beauty, and she looked completely distracted, showing no intention of explaining the aristocratic assets to him.

Asmodie looked up from the noble assets in his hand, glanced at the list on the table, then at the absent-minded knight Princess Meimu in front of him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

This beautiful female knight, though she wasn't very obedient when he was eating her, became jealous whenever he ate other female knights or other women.

Chapter 26 The Princess Knight's Punishment Regulations

Asmodeus glanced briefly at the thick stack of noble property lists before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing across his indifferent eyes.

These Purple Nightingale Knights were not only skilled in mounted combat, but also possessed a certain level of basic administrative ability, especially in making reports.

As the personal guards of the Countess, each of the knights has received a good education, including etiquette, administrative skills, guard duties, horsemanship training, and swordsmanship training.

The fitted plate armor they wore alone would require a village of a hundred people to afford each set. If classified according to the medieval system of the previous life, they would already be considered Inner Court knights.

Of course, when he pinned her down and lifted her long, sexy legs to ravage her, she was also very charming and alluring, with a beautiful and seductive style.

The property of these thirty rebellious nobles was broken down into categories such as funds, assets, land, deeds, shops, manors, and luxury goods.

This is similar to the main assets of nobles in the Middle Ages of the previous world, but with a few less, such as the property of craftsmen, horses, and armor.

“There are a few items that weren’t included in the statistics,” Asmodeus said casually, tapping the list in front of him.

"Anything else?" Cassandra frowned slightly, stepped forward, walked around to Asmodie's side, and swayed her plump and supple waist. She gently brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead and carefully examined the details before her.

Her bending over, combined with the fact that her thin, sheer white shirt was already slightly open, revealed that her two large, soft, and plump breasts, like ripe, fragrant honeydew melons, spilled out from the open collar of her shirt.

"Funds, assets, land deeds... nothing to ask—oh?!"

Before the beautiful knight could finish her recitation, it turned into a soft and charming moan. Suddenly, the man behind her embraced her plump and firm waist and made her sit on the wooden chair behind her.

Her plump, voluptuous figure, perfect for a smooth delivery, was completely enveloped by the tight-fitting pencil pants, enveloping the hard, flat surface of the chair.

This sudden movement caused her two plump, white breasts, glistening with sweet, fragrant sweat and exuding a rich, creamy aroma, to sway up and down like fallen, creamy milk balls, a result of the sweltering summer heat and the battle.

The already slightly open, see-through shirt was stretched open completely by the swaying, the buttons popped off, and two plump, greasy, creamy-colored breasts trembled and jumped out of the shirt.

"You—?!" Before the noble and alluring knight could utter her shame and anger, Asmodie's large hand, reaching out from behind, transformed her into a soft, sticky moan.

The man's two warm, smooth hands slid down her smooth, rounded shoulders, one in each hand, grasping her two plump, white breasts, which exuded a rich, creamy milky fragrance and were glistening with drops of fragrant sweat. His fingertips sank deep into the smooth, plump flesh, gently kneading and twisting them.

"What? You know the punishment for not concentrating enough during a mission report, I don't need to teach you." Asmodie leaned close to the beautiful knight's sensitive, reddened earlobe, teasingly whispering.

Upon hearing this, Cassandra's plump and alluring flesh trembled slightly, and a hint of shame flashed across her bright golden eyes, which were brimming with mature and seductive passion.

After Asmoder incorporated the Countess's Royal Guard Knights into his directly subordinate Violet Knights, he included a disciplinary rule in the Violet Knights' code of conduct.

This regulation is used to punish female knights who make mistakes or deliberately violate the rules, in order to strengthen military discipline.

Generally speaking, such punishment rules are nothing special and are common to normal knightly orders. However, the punishment for these Purple Nightingale knights who have received the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure is extremely erotic.

Those who commit minor offenses will have their vision blindfolded with lace, their full and luscious red lips bound, deprived of their sight and ability to speak, and their jade hands and long, alluring legs bound with hemp rope, leaving them in a corner of the garden for an entire day.

Those who commit serious offenses will be assigned to training and combat missions within the Purple Nightingale Knights for the next three days, serving as Asmoder's personal bodyguards at his disposal.

Normally, during these three days, these female knights who have committed serious offenses are only allowed to wear semi-transparent and open white sleeveless shirts or transparent silk gauze, along with lace eye masks and openwork brooches.

The long, sexy female knight's legs were clad in various kinds of glossy, shiny silk stockings and strappy high-heeled sandals or low-cut crystal heels. Her movements were confined to Asmod's room, where he could use and ravage her at will.

If Asmodie feels like strolling through the garden, she can use an exquisite and elegant platinum chain to lead the errant knight along. Of course, she can also transform into a beautiful knight in a pristine white shirt or silk skirt, wearing various colorful stockings and high heels.

Since the garden is the Countess's private space, only other Purple Nightingale knights and maids are active there, so there is no need to worry about any eroticism being exposed.

Of course, if Asmodie wanted to explore the other dark and deserted alleys, towers, or groves outside the castle, these errant knights would be powerless to resist her.

In the past two weeks, all the female knights in the Purple Nightingale Knights Order have made minor mistakes, mostly due to failing to fully follow Asmodie's orders during battle or negligence during combat that resulted in injuries to other female knights.

The only ones who committed serious errors were her, the beautiful female knight, and the three female knights.

Cassandra recalled that last time, she had only disobeyed this man's orders and, after recovering from her injury, stubbornly insisted on continuing to train despite her physical condition.

Asmodie, right there in the training grounds, in front of a group of female knights, subjected this noble and alluring female knight to an extremely humiliating ordeal of being shackled.

Like a wild mare confined in a stable, she was forced to stretch out her glossy flesh-colored stockings, which were clad in high-heeled silver deerskin boots, and raise her plump, soft, and oily flesh-colored buttocks high, allowing them to violate her and then whip her after the wounds were healed.

He ordered her to be confined in the stable during the day for three days, serving as a mare for this despicable man to defile at will. At night, she was only allowed to wear a revealing suspender dress or a semi-transparent fitted white shirt, bound with platinum chains, bright red hemp rope, and a lace blindfold, and then be defiled by him.

The three female knights, mother and daughter, were also punished by Asmodel for three days for similar reasons.

To be fair, these punishment regulations have had a good effect. The coordination and battle formation of the Purple Nightingale Knights have improved significantly, and the losses in battle have been kept very low.

However, there is a downside: the punishment is rather shameful.

Moreover, many of the princess knights, due to the blessing of pleasure, began to make some harmless little mistakes after being punished, which led to the Purple Nightingale Princess Knights' daily erotic punishments.

The three female knights, mother and daughter, were also frequent targets of punishment. Because of this, the three of them were often led by Asmodie into the woods, flowerbeds, tents, or houses to be properly disciplined after battles.

"You, umm... ha... hmph, why don't you go find Susanna and the others to help you tally up the spoils?"

Cassandra bit her full, soft lips, suppressing the languid, spring-like allure, and slightly averted her eyes, which were filled with tender, seductive water, as Asmodie fondled her plump, white breasts from behind.

"What? Your Excellency, the High Priestess, are you not jealous of the princess knights under your command?" Asmodie asked with a hint of amusement.

"Hmm~ whatever you want, say it..."

“You are a very suitable secretary and deputy,” Asmodie said casually. “To be precise, your abilities and personality give me a lot of confidence.”

Cassandra brushed aside the strands of hair that Asmodie had ruffled from her forehead, her gentle eyes now showing a hint of tenderness, but her tone remained cold: "Sweet talk."

Despite saying that, she started making a list for Asmodeus without thinking. As for Asmodeus's big hands kneading her plump breasts, she just bit her soft, sweet lips and let him do as he pleased.

Chapter 27 Sheer Shirt and Mature Woman

After calming down the jealous Queen Knight, Asmodie focused her attention on the list in her hand and casually pulled a list from Cassandra's hand.

"So why aren't the properties controlled by these nobles, such as artisans, horses, farmland, and manors, included in the list?"

“It’s too fragmented, and the scattered territories of the nobles haven’t been reorganized yet,” Cassandra replied languidly, suppressing her soft, alluring smile. “We can only compile these statistics after all the territories have been reorganized.”

“Although Castella is not large, most of its population, villages and farmland are concentrated in the north. At present, only the assets that can be counted by these rebellious nobles can be sorted out. The other assets, such as artisans, manors and farmland, will have to wait until the territory is reorganized.”

“It seems it will take a little more time to reorganize…” Asmodeus had barely finished speaking when a light, high-heeled boot sound suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Mom? Are you in there?" Sera's clear and elegant voice came from outside the tent.

"Is it Sera?" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Cassandra's spring-like eyes. She was about to get up and straighten her clothes when she was quite embarrassed and annoyed to find that the buttons on her shirt had popped off somewhere, and her two white, plump breasts were so big that the shirt could not be closed up no matter what she did.

She glared at Asmodie, who was sitting behind her with a mocking expression, and hurriedly got up from her chair, holding her collar with her bare hands.

However, this meant that her large, plump breasts were completely exposed and could pop out of her shirt at any moment.

So when Sera lifted the curtain and entered the tent, she saw Asmodie sitting behind the desk, quietly reviewing the list, and behind him, the beautiful knight, Meimu, bending over to organize the list for him.

What made Sera feel ambiguous was that her noble and alluring beauty was inexplicably covered by her collar, her hair was also quite messy, and her full, soft lips occasionally exuded a sticky, sweet fragrance.

Moreover, her originally tight shirt looked crumpled and messy.

"I'm helping Asmodeus organize the nobles' inventory. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Cassandra brushed a stray blonde hair from her forehead, trying to maintain her elegant and graceful demeanor, and asked in a calm tone.

That being said, her alluring face radiating spring-like charm, her languid and seductive peach-colored eyes, and the sweet, cloying fragrance permeating the tent all added a touch of peach-colored ambiguity to the atmosphere.

“Let me give you an update, Mother,” Sera replied softly. “The remnants of the town have been cleared out, and Grotos’s takeover is complete.”

“Very good.” Cassandra nodded gently, but paused abruptly just as she was about to speak.

The man behind her actually placed his hand on her breasts, which were outlined by her tight-fitting pencil pants and had an extremely plump and mature shape, right in front of her daughter.

Fortunately, her daughter seemed somewhat distracted and did not notice her unusual behavior.

She suppressed her tingling desire and tried her best to maintain her elegant demeanor, speaking with a slight pant.

"Well, if there's nothing else, let's assemble the Purple Nightingale Knights and prepare to return to the castle. Asmodie and I still have some things to take care of."

Sera frowned slightly, but said nothing. She nodded in response and then walked out of the tent.

Almost as soon as she stepped out of the tent, a soft, uncontrollable moan came from behind her, causing a blush to rise on her exquisite and beautiful fair face, and hot, sticky breaths to escape from her red lips.

She embraced her slender, elegant figure, her eyes sparkling with a captivating peach-colored allure. She glanced at the tents behind her with a slightly complicated expression, and finally left, gently biting her full, luscious red lips.

Meanwhile, inside the tent, the noble and alluring knight, with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, was being carried by the man behind her onto the table in front of her.

The already loose shirt burst open again, and two plump, ripe breasts, exuding a rich, milky aroma, once again trembled and jumped out of the shirt.

"Couldn't you wait until...uh...Sera's gone first?"

Cassandra looked at the man in front of her with great embarrassment and annoyance, but while she complained, her plump, firm, and voluptuous long legs wrapped around the man's strong waist obediently.

At the moment, she was unaware that she had completely lost all resistance to Asmodie's violation of her, and was only compliant.

"Looking at the lady's body, it's surprisingly honest," Asmodeus said teasingly, bending down and pressing and grinding the beautiful knight's plump, soft, and ripe white breasts against his hard and broad chest.

"You... um..."

The beautiful knight's embarrassed and annoyed reproachful expression faded as Asmodie's large hand peeled off her tight, fitted pencil trousers.

The two plump, soft, and glistening mounds of flesh, resembling two large, creamy balls coated with rich, mellow, flesh-colored cream, squeezed out from the tight trousers and transformed into soft, sensual moans.

Asmodeus suddenly bent down, crushing her plump, soft, and glossy flesh into an extremely fragrant and glossy flesh-colored honey cake on the hard, slightly cool countertop.

The fragrant, tender, and glossy shredded meat, which had been drooping softly off the counter, gradually wrapped around Asmodé's strong lower back.

The tent, which had just experienced a blissful moment between mother and daughter, was once again filled with the suppressed, alluring moans of a mature woman.

By the time the Purple Nightingale Knights returned to the castle with the nobles' spoils, it was already early morning of the next day.

When the commoners of the castle saw the valiant Knights of the Purple Nightingale, who were personally greeted by Countess Osalia, they raised their banner and entered the castle.

And then, in the castle square, Countess Osalia herself, with her delicate feet clad in cool, bright purple strappy high-heeled sandals, personally crowned the laurel wreath upon Asmod, the knight commander who led the Purple Nightingale Knights.

A piece of news spread like wildfire.

The Castellan rebellion has been quelled.

This news spread like a thunderclap in a valley, quickly reaching the entire Castellania and several surrounding lordships, with the lordship of Dorne naturally reacting the most.

It is said that on that day, inside the Earl of Dorn's castle, this fat and overweight earl unleashed a power disproportionate to his size, smashing everything in the entire study to pieces.