Blood Emperor Throne

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After all, the final fate of these nobles and lords was either to die under the axes of the beastmen, to become vine scraps and mud, or to drink despair and commit suicide in chaotic fear.

Therefore, Asmody's ability to develop this living forest without any mishaps, and even his strength in eliminating the surrounding beastmen with his own martial prowess, is what surprised Orisa so much, and led her to place all her investment bets on Asmody.

In the past, nobles and lords who developed forests, let alone like Asmodée who could clear land and eliminate beastmen at the same time and obtain a lot of forest resources for development, were exhausted just from cutting down the densely packed forests on the outskirts, clearing vines and roaming beastmen.

Furthermore, if the previous Elector of Scalante had not forcibly developed the forest, which greatly weakened the Elector's power, the current situation would not have arisen where the Grand Duke of Bordeaux and another Grand Duke's duchies have broken away from the Elector's control and divided the territory into three parts.

"Hmm? So, the reason why the Scalante Electorate is now in this three-way power struggle is largely due to... um... those foolish nobles... their unauthorized exploitation of the forests back then?"

The charming duchess, with a lace folding fan lightly covering her rosy lips adorned with smoky purple, exhaled a fragrant breath, her alluring eyes filled with a sweet, seductive charm, her mature allure radiating a gentle, spring-like allure.

"Eh?~~Those nobles~hmm?~~violated the Queen's~decree?~unauthorizedly joined forces with the army and soldiers to develop the forest?~~Hmm~~~As for the outcome~~hmm?~~naturally~they were torn to shreds by those beastmen and...minoes~resulting in their territory being occupied by...forests and beastmen to this day?~~Hmm hmm hmm hmm??~~~"

The Duchess's soft moan, filled with the sweet fragrance of spring, transformed into a seductive, alluring cry as Asmodeus's slender, smooth fingers moved, her eyes sparkling with intoxicating, peach-like hearts.

Two slick, plump, black-stockinged labia were easily parted by the man's large hands, just like a mature, alluring wife welcoming her husband's defilement. Asmoda's fingertips, wrapped in a layer of slick, translucent black pantyhose, penetrated deeply, and this mature, nectar-filled spring of female flower juice was easily transformed into a pool of nectar-laden, sticky nectar.

After some playful teasing, the spring of nectar overflowed with glistening female honey, adding a sweet fragrance to the garden's already delicate aroma.

"So, the empire leaves these occupied territories in a state of neglect?"

Asmodel withdrew his fingertip, accompanied by a soft gurgling sound and a popping sound. Drops of sticky nectar gradually formed a glistening, sweet thread on his fingertip, attracting the attention of both the mature and alluring Olissa and the elegant Olissalia, their hearts sparkling with a honeyed spring-like charm.

"Hmm?~~ Well, that's true, isn't it?" Orisa picked up the red tea beside her, pursed her honey lips, and looked at Asmodie with a meaningful gaze in her heart-shaped eyes.

"Hmm? Not only are wild beasts roaming there, but wood elves also roam freely. And these desolate territories aren't far from the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, are they?"

"According to estimates, these uninhabited, desolate territories...hmm...are quite large, spanning hundreds of thousands of acres...and all of them are fertile plains?..."

"If you, you big wolfhound, can devour this territory, then this Duchess and the handsome Earl beside you will reward you handsomely!"

“For example?~~” Her heart-shaped, soft, and alluring blue eyes glanced at Osalia with a mature and seductive look. She lifted the black and gold veil in front of her smoky purple lips with her delicate hand, brought her lips close to Asmod's ear, and breathed softly.

"You big wolfhound, you've turned me, this Duchess, and this handsome Earl beside you, into your lapdogs, adorned with lace collars and chained with platinum chains, into your brothel, a place exclusively for men. You can even have me as your personal prostitute and seduce!"

This reward was enough to make any male's blood boil, causing Asmodie's already aroused state to erupt instantly. The ferocious and massive centaur lance leaped out of its restraints, and the beast lance, which was far more magnificent and ferocious than that of the beastman, jumped straight into the alluring eyes of the mature and beautiful Lady Orisa and Count Osalia, which were filled with pink hearts.

"Gurgle? ~ What a ~ gluttonous beast! ~"

The moment they saw the massive, ferocious beast-like lance, the two mature and beautiful women, coveted and desired by countless nobles, lords, and even commoners, released a wisp of aphrodisiac, sweet fragrance from their moist lips beneath their light veils.

From the alluring banquet last night to the morning feast for noblewomen, Orissa and Osalia, constantly violated and filled by this man, have been completely reduced from noble and mature duchess and elegant and beautiful countess to mere slaves, who, whenever Asmodé desires, will lift their thin silk skirts to reveal their plump, nectar-filled vulvas, allowing this man to arbitrarily ravage and violate them.

Their elegant and noble hands, clad in black fishnet stockings and smooth in purple silk, yielded to the mature charm of women, their graceful movements reminiscent of noblewomen holding tea and pastries. They glided over Asmodie's firm and solid abdominal muscles, and together they grasped the thick, heavy lance that had just violated them at the noblewomen's morning banquet, making them splatter with nectar, and which would next violate and fill their plump vulvas and honeyed buds.

As their silk-stockinged hands caressed and teased him, his thick, menacing, and fiery profile, and the hormones brimming with male conquest, caused their soft, sweet lips to overflow with aphrodisiac fragrance. They were clearly prepared to have their lips and tongues filled with his thick nectar.

"Coo-choo~ Coo-choo?~"

Their fleshy, juicy, and smooth black silk stockings, and their honey-ripe, soft, and glossy flesh, couldn't help but rub against each other slightly. Strands of ripe nectar overflowed from between their soft, greasy peach-shaped vulvas and creamy vulvas, staining their already nectar-soaked pantyhose with glistening honey stains.

Their plump breasts and ripe buttocks, the flesh of a woman ready for childbirth, were already prepared to be pressed onto the stone table in front of Asmodie, who would hold their ripe, soft, black stockings and their smooth, oily buttocks, and then casually implant and fill them with his seed.

But what if Asmodée accepts this reward from the wealthy woman?

These beautiful and mature countesses will likely be led by Asmodie, their jade-like necks bound by platinum chains, to act as the most seductive dancers and prostitutes, as if catering to a patron, allowing this man to freely enjoy their plump breasts and ripe buttocks, the alluring flesh of noblewomen.

Their elegant, sophisticated crystal-studded high-heeled feet, next, will either be grasped by this man and raised high above his head, posing in a seductive, high-heeled, skyward-facing pose for his violation, or he will wield that thick, ferocious beast-like lance, galloping between their noble, smooth, aristocratic feet and exquisite, elegant crystal high heels, until their crystal high-heeled dancer shoes are completely filled?

“That’s a pretty good deal.” Asmodie mused, his fiery dark eyes sweeping over the alluring, mature noblewoman in black stockings beside him and the beautiful count exuding a sweet, feminine fragrance, a playful smile curving his lips.

Those desolate territories were marked as wastelands on the empire's map, and were not under the control of any lord or noble.

If he can take it over, then the territory of Castella will double again, and he will be able to maintain the depth of the war in the upcoming war of annexation of the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux.

Of course, just because no one controls the wasteland doesn't mean it's yours to take it over. Those nobles and lords have a thousand ways to regain their claims to the land.

However, he was quite pleased that these bloated and cowardly nobles wanted to take the fruits from his hands.

It's much simpler for the other party to make a claim against you than for you to painstakingly make a claim against them.

"However, I am curious, what kind of reward can these two noble ladies offer me to satisfy me?"

Asmodée's lips curled into a playful smile as he embraced Olissa's voluptuous, slender waist in black stockings and Olissa's plump, soft, fleshy waist in silk stockings, one on each side. His large hands then moved up to the Duchess's plump, soft, glossy black stockings and the Countess's plump, soft, glossy, fleshy buttocks, giving them a rough squeeze.

"Gurgle?~~~"

"Huh?~~"

As Asmodée's slender fingers, as if kneading two soft, creamy peach cakes, sank deep into the plump, soft buttocks of the two noblewomen, soft, oily tears of lustful moans spilled from their fragrant, ripe lips.

The noble and mature Duchess Orissa and the elegant and beautiful Countess Orsalia exchanged a glance with their alluring eyes, and then, succumbing to their burgeoning desires, their elegant and noble hands, clad in black and purple silk, lifted their hazy and seductive veils, covering the tall and menacing lance with their bowed heads.

The dancer's veil, hazy as mist, revealed the ferocious, robust, and towering silhouette of a beast, contrasting with the Duchess's mature, sweet, and tender lips and the Countess's soft, smooth, and sweet lips.

However, this menacing lance, veiled in mist, disappeared between the lips of the mature and beautiful women, one after the other, as the Duchess and Countess rose and fell in turn.

Chapter 114 Mother, Daughter, and the Knight Commander

Afternoon tea time in the garden is a time reserved exclusively for the beautiful Countess Osalia and the noble Duchess Olissa. During this time, the garden is filled with the sweet aroma of tea and a gentle fragrance, mixed with delicate floral scents.

However, occasionally, a few wisps of soft, sweet moans would escape from the maids, making them blush and their flesh melt, along with the rich, alluring fragrance of mature femininity.

In the past, afternoon tea in the garden was often enjoyed by the beautiful Countess Osalia and the beautiful knight Kassandra, together with the knight commander Asmoder. Or it might be the aloof noblewoman Catherine and the elegant and beautiful pure white knight Sera, discussing matters with Asmoder in the garden until nightfall.

It was ostensibly a place for afternoon tea and business discussions, but the maids who frequented the area often peeked through the gaps in the flower wall...

I caught a glimpse of Osalia, the elegant and mature countess, and Cassandra, the alluring and aloof knight, leaning against the flower wall and stone table, their alluring and mature charms radiating. Their plump, voluptuous legs, clad in oily silk and black stockings, stretched out as if they were coerced and violated mothers, raising their smooth, voluptuous buttocks and black stockings, being ravaged by Asmodie until their nectar splattered.

Meanwhile, Catherine, the outwardly aloof and elegant lady in black stockings, and Sera, the dashing and beautiful pure white knight, were often seen having afternoon tea with Asmodian's hard and strong body, like a marble sculpture, pinning the aloof lady in black stockings and the beautiful pure white knight to the grass, as if they were bandits who had broken into a garden.

Later, when the seed was planted and the seed was driven in, their alluring black silk stockings and their smooth, white, heart-shaped buttocks were rammed together, causing their buttocks to tremble wildly. Their gorgeous and seductive black silk stockings and their long, slender, and fair legs became the best artillery for men to violate them, softly hooked on crystal high heels and high-heeled boots, which were grasped by the man's large hands and lowered to violate them.

As for why the maids witnessed the countess and her daughter, as well as the knight and her daughter, being repeatedly violated by Asmodé, without the countess and Catherine noticing anything, it was naturally because after Asmodé had finished with the two pairs of mothers and daughters, he caught the maids hiding behind the flower wall, their seductive eyes filled with spring-like desire.

When Asmodie discovered the maids hiding behind the flower wall, they were already completely overflowing with nectar. Their breasts were soaked with sweet nectar, and their vacuum-sealed creamy genitals, wrapped in white stockings, were overflowing with nectar as they were played with by their delicate fingers.

The subsequent outcome was that these maids, who had witnessed Asmodian's atrocities, obediently raised their soft, white-stockinged buttocks, leaning against the flower wall, allowing the knight commander to violate and vent his lust at will, in exchange for the knight commander refraining from punishing them afterward?

Today's afternoon tea in the garden wasn't served to Cassandra, the elegant and alluring mother in black stockings, but rather to this elegant and sophisticated Duchess.

"Gurgle, umm?~~"

"Eeohoooh?~~"

The soft, seductive spring chants carry a languid, intoxicating charm and a touch of mature allure.

On the grass surrounded by flowers, the sounds of nectar churning and splattering, mixed with the dull thuds like ripe peaches falling onto hard marble, echoed continuously from the soft grass.

This is the lawn where the Countess and Catherine usually rest. The grass is soft and flat, and all you need to do is spread a white cloth on it to enjoy fruits, vegetables and afternoon tea, or lean against the grass and enjoy a leisurely and carefree time surrounded by flowers.

However, at this moment, several light and airy strands of gold and purple gauze and gold and black gauze were scattered haphazardly on the grass, and the lush green grass was tinged with a crystal-clear and charming color by the splashes of nectar and spring honey.

"Eek?~~Bad~bad guy?~~Ugh?~~In the garden?~~~Again~You've gone all the way in?~~Eek~It's completely turned into your...bad guy's shape now?~~"

Just moments ago, Countess Osalia exuded a mature and beautiful charm, but now she straddled Asmodeus's strong and sturdy waist. Her elegant purple silk hands softly supported Asmodeus's firm and sturdy chest, and her moist lips under the purple silk veil opened and closed, exuding a feminine fragrance. Her water-blue spring eyes, which once held mature maternal beauty, now contained no longer tenderness but a hazy spring charm.

"Slap? ~ Slap? ~~"

The crisp sound was like the soft, honeyed cake falling onto the floor tiles. As Mei's plump, moist, and glossy buttocks were gently lifted and then slammed down again amidst her soft, tender cries of spring, splashing her ripe nectar everywhere.

Those two soft, plump, and oily buttocks were like soft, greasy cakes coated with sweet, flesh-colored cream, repeatedly slamming against Asmodie's hard and solid waist. Each time they landed, they would tremble and create waves of oily, juicy buttocks. The soft, plump, oily vulva, stretched open again and again, would also squeeze out large amounts of glistening nectar like a squeezed spring.

"Ee-oh?~~ Hmm?~ You?~~ bullying me?~~ Ee-hmm?~~"

Her moist, ripe lips released wisps of sweet, feminine fragrance with each opening and closing, gently stroking the purple silk veil before her lips and making the allure in her beautiful, mature eyes even more captivating.

She gently bit her moist, fragrant lips, and with each twist of her supple waist, her two milky, plump breasts, exuding a rich milky aroma, swayed up and down like hanging cream melons, draped with two light, hazy, bright purple silk curtains, creating waves of soft, creamy milk that sprinkled sweet, ripe milk.

As the two plump, fragrant breasts swayed and fluttered up and down, the two light purple gauze curtains of milk exposed the sweet, tender peach shortbread overflowing with milk to Asmodie's all-encompassing view with each flutter.

"It's called bullying, but right now, it seems like you, the beauty, are having an affair with me, the knight commander."

Asmodian was enjoying the elegant and mature count's riding service. The two soft and fragrant mounds of her buttocks, the trembling waves that rose when they hit his waist, and her soft and sweet moans all allowed him to release his frenzy to the fullest extent.

This is why, compared to those noble and glamorous mature women and pure and lovely young girls, he prefers this kind of mature and beautiful woman with spring charm and glamorous noblewoman. After all, just the soft and slick waves of her two oily and mature buttocks rising and falling with each movement, and her smooth and sticky honey cavity and mature vulva, are enough to allow this ferocious beast of his to vent to the greatest extent.

"Hmm? ~~ Rather than an affair? ~~ it's more like... you, the knight commander, suddenly took advantage of my and this handsome count's unpreparedness? ~~ suddenly barged into this garden? ~~ forcibly coerced me and this handsome count into becoming prostitutes and courtesans to serve you, you beast? ~~"

The elegant and mature Duchess lay on her side beside Asmodé, her plump breasts and mature buttocks fully exposed. Her two soft, creamy, and fragrant breasts, draped with two light gold-threaded black gauze curtains, trembled and pressed against Asmodé's chest.

With a languid, alluring spring-like charm, she climbed up the Countess's voluptuous waist from one side. One of her black-stockinged hands kneaded the countess's large, creamy breast, a languid smile playing on her lips. The other hand cupped one of her soft, ripe breasts, like a creamy peach, her fingertips lifting the already fragrant veil of fabric, revealing two tender, juicy nipples to Asmodée's eyes. "Mei, you...you're busy...Lin, are you free?"

"Then... you knight commander who forcibly violated me... whose afternoon milk are you planning to enjoy first?"

This alluring and seductive charm, imbued with the allure of mature spring, transformed Asmodeus's initial pleasure into a frenzied gallop.

His large hand, holding the sword, naturally grasped the beautiful waist of the woman, which was outlined by glossy, waist-high pantyhose, revealing her mature and voluptuous figure. Suddenly, his posture, which had been one of letting the elegant, voluptuous buttocks of the woman be squeezed for juice, transformed into one of violating the beautiful countess with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks as a breeding ground for her seed.

"Eee-ooh-ooh?~~Wait?~~Eee-hmm~Wait a minute?~~Bad~Bad guy?~~Suddenly~Goo-ee-ee?~~What if he suddenly goes berserk?~~"

"Will it?~~ Will it get lost?~~ Ugh!~~~"

Asmodie's sudden offensive transformed her already beautiful, assertive self—whose beauty had been repeatedly violated and ravaged by this ferocious beast—into a subservient female slave at the man's beck and call.

The glistening, sweet nectar was squeezed out of Asmodie's body by his repeated, forceful thrusts, causing it to splatter everywhere. The purple veil of nectar, already stained with a hazy, transparent sheen, was further softened and clung to Asmodie's waist.

Through the hazy, transparent purple gauze curtain, one could clearly see the plump, creamy vulva, shimmering with the warm, fragrant scent of ripe femininity and soaked in the nectar of spring. The grotesque, thick beast, like a massive battering ram, brutally pried open these two soft, white, plump labia, squeezing out ripe nectar that splattered everywhere. The two oily, ripe buttocks were also pounded, causing their hips to tremble and sway wildly, glistening with oil.

The originally thin, sheer, and glossy pantyhose, gleaming with a rich, oily sheen, had long been brutally torn apart by this ferocious beast's lance during these rounds of rough riding. The slick, creamy mound, soaked in the sweet nectar, had completely transformed into a pool of nectar-filled spring water, splashing nectar as it was violated by the beast's repeated, brutal rides.

"Eeeeeee?~~Lost?~~Eee-hmm-hmm?~~Going to be?~~Violated again?~~"

Once the protective layer of sheer stockings was gone, Asmodie almost casually rammed through the grass with a few rounds of riding, completely breaching the dam of this beautiful spring. The honeyed spring overflowed, her aquamarine eyes, sparkling with hearts, rolled upwards, her honeyed lips exuded a feminine fragrance, and her two plump breasts spilled drops of sweet milk onto the grass.

The ensuing torrent of scalding water completely transformed the soft, creamy steamed bun into a cream puff overflowing with white syrup.

"Boom——"

"Goo-ooh?~~~"

With a soft popping sound, Asmodie, the ferocious and savage beast, covered in sticky, fragrant nectar and thick white fluid, lifted the alluring black and gold veil of the noble and elegant Duchess beside him and pressed his lips against her soft, smoky purple lips.

"Hmm? You big wolfhound? Didn't you just... enjoy the Duchess's sweet lips?"

Orissa's smooth, elegant black silk bracelet gripped the beast pressing against her soft, ripe lips. Her emerald eyes sparkled with languid hearts as she allowed the man's rough hands to casually lift her black veil, kneading her two plump, ripe breasts as if playing with two soft, ripe peaches.

But Asmodeus, faced with her question, arrogantly and forcefully pressed her onto the open garden lawn, his large hands holding her mature, alluring head, treating this duchess, coveted by countless people throughout the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, like a mature, seductive prostitute at his disposal.

With a thick, ferocious beast-like lance, he lifted her black silk veil, the beast's head forcing open her two plump, fragrant lips adorned with smoky purple lip gloss, and roughly thrust down on her waist.

"Gurgle, umm, umm?~~~"

This brutal invasion caused the pampered duchess, who had always lived a life of luxury, to roll her emerald green, alluring eyes upwards, her gaze filled with a dreamy, heart-shaped allure, as her tender, sweet tongue wrapped around his body in response.

Her beautiful toes, adorned with vibrant purple nail polish and black stockings, strutted around a pair of elegant and alluring black and red-soled spaghetti-strap pointed-toe stilettos. Under Asmodé's rough advances, they would sometimes curl up with a seductive allure, and at other times stretch out with a languid spring charm.

Chapter 115 The Head Maid's Deal (4k)

"Ta-ta-"

The light, tinkling sound of high heels was elegant and graceful during the tranquil afternoon tea time in the garden.

A pair of delicate, soft, white silk-clad feet, as pure as milk cake, gracefully stepped into the garden during afternoon tea time, wearing a pair of white gauze strappy crystal maid high heels.

The elegant and graceful head maid, Rowling, was still wearing a cool and form-fitting white openwork maid apron, paired with pure white, cream-colored high-slit backless openwork white silk pantyhose, and delicate, elegant low-cut, open-toe maid crystal high heels as she stepped into the garden where afternoon tea was taking place.

However, as soon as she stepped into the pavilion where the countess and duchess were enjoying afternoon tea, she was interrupted by a pair of purple and transparent black veils scattered haphazardly on the table.

Her clear, spring-like emerald green eyes quietly swept over the scattered purple and black veils under the stone table, which were mixed with drops of sweet, ripe honey and nectar, adding a touch of ambiguous peach color to this afternoon tea time.

"Eee-ooh-ooh?~~No?~I can't take it anymore~~I'm going to get lost~Hmm?~~You big wolfhound?~~Really~full of energy?~~"

"Again~~ Eeya mmm mmm?~~ You hit it again?~~ Gurgle ooh?~~ Are you going to fill me up, you big wolfhound?~~ Ee ee ee??~~"

The soft, seductive, and wanton cries of spring could be heard continuously from the open lawn of the nearby garden.

Rowling's cool and proud emerald green eyes swept across the lawn. Her eyes, which had been violated by Asmody and were now filled with hearts, showed a hint of contempt. However, her plump breasts and soft buttocks, like a honey gourd, were now flushed with a sticky, sensual honey due to Asmody's violation and training over the past few days, in accordance with her submissive instincts.

The first time she met Asmodie, this elegant and beautiful head maid in white silk made a deal with the man.

That night, she changed into an extremely revealing backless maid apron, wearing glossy, lace-trimmed white stockings resembling a wedding dress, and white and red strappy stilettos. In the dead of night, she led the man into a storage room that was separated from the countess's room by only one wall.

With an arrogant and disdainful demeanor, while directing the man to clean up the clutter, she deliberately stretched out her pure, fleshy, glossy white stockings in front of him. Her fragrant and delicate white stockings, hooked with white and red high heels, exposed her creamy, fleshy vulva, which was already oozing with the sweet and sticky juices of her ripe genitals, and her soft, ripe peach-like buttocks, marked by the white stockings, to Asmody's eyes.

"What? You man, is your mind filled only with filth and depravity?"

Noticing the man's playful, fiery gaze falling on her high-raised, bare buttocks and soft, plump vulva, and then lingering on her head maid's fragrant feet in white stockings with red straps, this elegant and graceful head maid, with an arrogant, almost condescending air, proposed a deal to the man.

"If you can help the Countess revive Castellania and assist her in her conquests..." With an arrogant air, she used her white silk hands to hook off her apron, revealing her two soft, snowy breasts, which had never been enjoyed by anyone, to the man's burning gaze, and then lifted a corner of the lace apron's hem.

The plump, white, peach-shaped vulva, dripping with sticky, ripe nectar, and the pair of voluptuous, soft, glossy legs in white silk stockings with lace trim, were all exposed to the man's overwhelming gaze.

"Then, you can use me, the head maid in white silk, however you like. You can even press my ripe body down on you and use me as a slave at will."

"However?" She lifted her delicate and elegant snow-silk feet, hooked her pair of noble and gorgeous white crystal red-soled thin-strapped stilettos, and stepped onto the ferocious and burly beast, arrogantly raising her head to look down at Asmodie, who was being trampled by her white silk feet.

"Before you unite this border county for the Countess, you barbaric man can only enjoy my honeyed buds and soft, fragrant breasts. Otherwise, if you have any other bad tastes in this area, I don't mind you, barbaric and rude man, filling my crystal maid heels with your thick, sticky white fluid."