Blood Emperor Throne

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The charming duchess, wearing a pair of alluring and mature glossy black stockings and a pair of elegant, high-heeled, pointed-toe, light blue crystal shoes adorned with white jade and pearls, walked down the second floor with a languid and seductive gait, like a glamorous and alluring wife on her wedding night, supported by Asmodeus.

Her smooth, silky chestnut-brown wavy hair was styled into an elegant and charming updo, and her soft, fragrant lips seemed to have been reapplied with a touch of pale purple lip gloss, making her even more alluring and charming.

The Duchess, with her plump breasts and voluptuous hips, has now changed into her third elegant and sophisticated black tulle evening gown with a high slit and no bra.

The elegant and sophisticated semi-transparent black high-slit silk gown was not merely a provocative design; the exposed semi-transparent black fabric accentuated her voluptuous, mature, and alluring curves, creating a captivatingly soft and sensual silhouette. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

Her breasts, as plump and soft as ripe, creamy peaches, were covered only by a semi-transparent black veil that encircled her fair neck, barely holding a triangular piece of transparent black silk, trembling as it wrapped around her two moist and fragrant peach-shaped breasts.

Although the sheer, close-fitting black stockings trembledly over the two mounds of soft, milky breasts, the openwork design left no trace of concealment on the noblewoman's snow-white, creamy side breasts adorned with a beauty mark. The soft, milky cleavage, along with the warm, milky scent emanating from them, was entirely exposed to the aphrodisiac aroma of the banquet.

This high-slit black tulle evening gown was not only extremely revealing with its backless and off-the-shoulder design, but even her voluptuous, elegant waist was only partially covered by a semi-transparent, body-hugging tulle skirt.

Her supple, voluptuous waist, devoid of any excess fat, and her delicate, tender navel, were outlined by the hazy, semi-transparent black gauze, creating a bewitching, languid, and alluring serpentine curve.

Her two plump, soft breasts, with each step of her exquisite and alluring black silk stockings and high heels, would sway like two soft, ripe melons filled with sweet, ripe milk, all wrapped in a light, transparent black suspender dress, creating waves of soft, creamy milk.

What's even more arousing is that the hem of this black tulle high-slit evening gown has only two semi-transparent tulle panels that can be described as honey curtains and buttock curtains, barely covering her two soft, plump, and juicy buttocks that are as soft and snowy as semi-solidified sweet and ripe milk fat, and her plump and soft vulva that is as soft and juicy as a creamy peach.

A glossy black suspender stocking adorned with black and red rose lace accentuated the mature and elegant woman's thighs, which were as smooth and supple as jade, creating a ring of creamy, soft, and tender flesh.

Under the flickering candlelight, the semi-transparent black veil vaguely revealed the plump, juicy vulva of the alluring lady, dripping with the sweet nectar of her ripe peach blossoms, and her moist, honey-scented buttocks, adding a touch of nectar-like fragrance to this seductive banquet.

However, calling it a vacuum isn't entirely accurate.

After all, through the semi-transparent black veil, one could vaguely see on both sides of the mature and elegant lady's high-slit silk skirt that a slender black waist strap was lightly hooking a small, palm-sized piece of light blue rose-patterned openwork lace, appearing and disappearing in a hazy way.

A large, smooth, warm hand brazenly lifted the curtain of the duchess's buttocks. The fingertips that once held a sword now squeezed between the duchess's smooth, silky thighs in a blasphemous manner, parting the light blue rose-patterned lace panties.

"Hmm?~~ You big wolfhound?~ You could have just violated me directly!~ Why did you make me put on this seductive lace?~" The Duchess covered her soft, moist lips with a light blue lace folding fan, and breaths of sweet, soft feminine fragrance escaped from between her lips.

Before she came down, she had the maids of this seductive banquet thoroughly clean her up. During this cleaning and service, her soft, plump vulva and tender, moist clitoris were naturally filled once again with ripe, sweet nectar, waiting for Asmodie's next violation.

However, her cleaning and serving were naturally for the purpose of attending the upcoming Allure Banquet.

After all, wouldn't it be considered impolite for a wealthy woman to attend a dinner party inappropriately?

Even if what followed this seductive banquet was the unrestrained violation of her, the alluring duchess, by Asmodeus, the only male, within this all-female castle?

But Daisanna, the leader of the Platinum Rose Knights, wasn't so lucky.

At this moment, the second-floor rest room was filled with the alluring fragrance of mature women, mixed with a honeyed scent that could make any female creature's eyes turn red with lust.

The shackles originally used to restrain serious criminals have now become the restraint platform for Daisanna, the defeated commander of the Platinum Rose Knights.

This noble and elegant knight commander, with her voluptuous and alluring flesh and a priest husband, was now completely displaying a seductive and alluring demeanor, as if she had been defeated and was now at the mercy of Asmodian, the arrogant and savage male centaur.

And the gentle, scholarly husband of this beautiful knight commander, with his devout and rigid mindset, could never have imagined it.

His wife was a beautiful and elegant knight-errant with a voluptuous and alluring figure.

At this moment, under the Duchess's command, she was like a defeated female slave dog. Her long and elegant neck was tied with a humiliating lace collar, representing the humiliation of a female dog, and she was put into a yoke. Her beautiful and noble bright red eyes were covered with a black and red lace blindfold, and her luscious lips, which exuded the sweet fragrance of mature women, were restrained with a bright red hollow gag.

In fact, it's normal that he couldn't imagine his noble and elegant knight wife transforming into such a seductive and defeated woman.

After all, the most contact he had with his knightly wife was the devout nod on their wedding night. He had never kissed her like other newlywed wives, nor had he ever touched her finger. He had never even seen the voluptuous flesh beneath her exquisite and elegant platinum rose armor.

This rigid and weak pastor husband has always been in a subordinate position to his wife, and due to his blind loyalty to the church, it is impossible for him to be accepted by Diana.

The reason the two parties got married was naturally a political alliance, to secure legal recognition from the church for the White Rose Princess Knights.

This weak pastor husband could never have imagined it.

His wife, a mature and alluring woman, was always noble and elegant, treating everyone with graceful and refined manners. He had never even touched her finger or seen her body.

Right now, she was restrained by the yoke that was only waist-high, forcing this noble and elegant princess knight commander to straighten her pair of fleshy, firm, and glossy black-stockinged princess knight legs, and to raise her two plump and soft black stockings, which looked like ripe and juicy peaches, high up.

Under the restraint of such a seductive mare, this noble and elegant knight, with her plump, tender, black-stockinged vulva and the soft, moist black-stockinged clitoris nestled between her two mounds of ripe, black-stockinged buttocks, was completely at her mercy.

The priest husband, who was praying devoutly in the distant holy city of Avignon, could never have imagined that these two places—the black silk butterfly-shaped ripe abalone and the soft, smooth black silk honey buds—which he never even dared to dream of, would be filled with thick white fluid by other men, like wild centaurs galloping and rampaging, and would be completely marked by other men as their exclusive female knight slaves.

As for Dai Shanna's fragrant, luscious, and alluring black silk stockings, she could only step on a pair of seemingly noble and beautiful, but actually extremely seductive black and red crystal lacquered pointed stilettos, spread apart on both sides of the yoke. Every time her two black silk stockings trembled, a sticky, milky churning sound would overflow from inside those noble and beautiful black and red crystal stilettos.

The originally translucent black and red stilettos were now filled with thick, sticky male semen by a man other than her husband, giving them a hazy, misty, milky white hue. Her smooth, glossy black-stockinged toes, adorned with bright red nail polish, were completely soaked by the thick, sticky semen in the white, turbid heels, completely immersing the beautiful knight's black-stockinged feet.

As for those two plump, ripe, milky-cake-like breasts, they were now wrapped in extremely alluring, glossy black stockings, hanging down like two soft, creamy melons filled with sweet, ripe milk. With her soft, mellow moans, they trembled and rippled like soft, creamy waves of milk.

"Gurgle? ~~ Mmmmmm? ~~"

Every time a soft, sensual moan escaped from her honeyed lips, which were already bound by a bright red gag.

Her long, black stockings, already soaked with the sweet scent of ripe feminine sweat and incredibly soft and supple, would tremble slightly, dripping drops of sweet, sticky nectar mixed with strands of thick white fluid.

"This is naturally for the sake of the lady."

Asmodé smiled, his unrestrained fingertips already pushing aside the lace soaked in sweet female nectar. Amidst the churning of the floral fluid beneath the black silk skirt, he parted the two slick, moist petals of a peach-shaped vulva, already soaked in sticky, ripe female nectar...

In this extremely profane manner, under the alluring and seductive gazes of the noblewomen at this seductive banquet, he embraced the charming duchess and led her to the negotiation table to discuss the upcoming trade route between Castella and the Grand Duke of Bordeaux, the contact with the drow elves, and the development of the Ancaru Forest.

In addition to the charming and mature Duchess, the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia and Cassandra, the leader of the Purple Nightingale Knights, will also be involved in this negotiation.

Katharina and Sera didn't need to attend the negotiation dinner, as they would have in-depth discussions with Asmodée regarding the implementation and reforms of the negotiations.

Chapter 100: Black Stockinged Feet and Fragrant Flesh-like Feet Under the Table

"My apologies? My apologies, Your Excellency Countess Castellane."

Before the lavish banquet seating three, the charming Duchess, with a black veil fan adorned with black gauze and vibrant purple roses, lightly concealed her smoky purple lips, expressing her apology with a soft, seductive laugh.

"This humble servant... I've lingered a little too long with this esteemed Knight Commander in the rest area on the second floor. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Madam, is there no need for that? I apologize. After all, this banquet is for welcoming you." The elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia wore a gentle and graceful smile, her demeanor dignified and noble.

"Well... um... please allow me to offer the Countess a toast... to signify... the upcoming trade treaty between the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and Castella, and the subsequent trade relations?"

The Duchess, with her delicate hands adorned with short gloves trimmed with black fishnet lace, gracefully lifted the crystal goblet beside her, the pale purple wine within swirling gently.

"Well then, let's raise a toast to the future trade and development between the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and Castellania!"

Osalia also raised her elegant hand, adorned with long gloves trimmed with vibrant purple silk lace, and picked up a glass of pale red wine, the liquid in which swayed slightly, shimmering with an ambiguous peach-colored glow.

On the surface, the charming and alluring mature noblewoman and the elegant and beautiful countess both wore graceful and dignified smiles, raising their wine glasses to celebrate the successful completion of this transaction and trade.

However, beneath this elegant and dignified exterior lies a sensual spring scene that could make any male's blood boil.

Behind the Duchess stood the two elegant and graceful female knights, with their alluring breasts, round buttocks, and captivatingly beautiful figures.

Beneath their noble air and elegant manners, they were only clad in extremely revealing, glossy black bodysuits and flesh-colored pantyhose, each wearing a pair of exquisite and sexy over-the-knee lace-up silver boots, standing to the left and right of the Duchess, exuding a charming and alluring peach-colored spring charm.

The lace skirts covering the sisters' soft, peach-shaped buttocks had been torn off, exposing their soft, peach-shaped buttocks, which were covered in glossy bodysuits and seductive black pantyhose, to the air filled with the fragrance of mature women and luxurious orchids.

Their once sweet, virginal fragrance, their soft, moist vulvas resembling ripe peaches, and their plump, tight, and tender vulvas resembling cream buns, are now nothing more than naked, glossy, mature stockings. They are now soaked in splattered female nectar and thick, white fluid, making them utterly lewd and dripping with thick, sticky white semen.

The oil-silk stockings that originally covered their moist, soft vulvas and plump, narrow vulvas were now stained with sticky nectar and spring fluids. As for their exquisite and charming faces shrouded in light black and gold veils, they still retained a trace of intoxicating peach-colored spring charm. Their full and luscious lips were now also covered with drops of sticky white fluid.

Behind the beautiful Countess Osalia, the noble and charming knight Cassandra and the elegant and intellectual white-silk-clad head maid Lorraine stood on either side of Osalia, just like the two platinum rose knight sisters.

However, the current situation of the beautiful knight Cassandra and the white-silk head maid Lorraine is very similar to that of the two sisters.

Cassandra's high ponytail, which she had tied up, had somehow been styled into a graceful and elegant updo, reminiscent of a noblewoman. Her alluring and sophisticated face also radiated a touch of sweet, peach-colored spring charm, and her originally noble and beautiful golden eyes now held a hint of sweet, peach-like hearts.

The elegant and tailored white knight's uniform had some wrinkles for some reason, and the already tight white shirt was slightly open as if it had been crumpled. Two plump breasts, which looked like they were made of creamy honey, were covered with some bright red scratches and trembled as they jumped out of the open white shirt, exposing the cleavage with its rich milky fragrance and a bit of pink peach pastry to the air.

The waistband, once a cinched waist accessory, was nowhere to be found, causing the hem of her pristine white shirt to loosen slightly, revealing a hint of alluring, mature charm to her supple, voluptuous waist, which was covered by glossy black stockings.

The most ambiguous figure was the princess knight commander, whose plump, soft, peach-shaped silhouette was outlined by her tight-fitting, pure white trousers.

These originally fitted, tight-fitting pure white trousers were now wrinkled, whether from being crumpled or forcibly removed, leaving slightly messy wrinkles around the mature, rounded buttocks.

Furthermore, the plump vulva of this beautiful female knight, outlined by her fitted trousers and revealing a moist, honeyed crevice, was currently oozing drops of sticky female nectar, mixed with strands of sticky white fluid, adding a touch of alluring spring charm to her originally dignified and elegant white knight's attire.

Beside the beautiful knight, the elegant and intellectual white-stockinged head maid, Lorraine, with her plump and voluptuous figure, was quietly standing behind Osalia, her hands clasped together in front of her lower abdomen, as if she were a gentle head maid awaiting her master's command.

Her long, straight black hair, styled in an elegant updo, and her dignified and graceful demeanor made her appear like a gentle and dignified mother.

However, beneath this elegant and graceful demeanor, her voluptuous and plump body, with its fragrant breasts and buttocks, was only adorned with a white lace apron with openwork details and a pair of white stockings that resembled pure, translucent cream.

The white lace apron with its openwork design was supported high by her two plump, white breasts that resembled ripe peaches. Because these two plump, soft, and creamy breasts were so soft and creamy, combined with the openwork design of the lace apron, the snowy, creamy flesh, which exuded a sweet, mature milky fragrance and resembled creamy honey cake, overflowed from both sides of the lace apron like compressed marshmallows.

From the side, the lace apron almost completely reveals her snow-white breast adorned with a charming beauty mark, and her plump peach pastry exuding a sweet, milky aroma.

However, the two mounds of fragrant, mature breasts wrapped in pure white lace aprons now bear several rough scratches, and the soft peach pastries are also oozing drops of sweet, mature milk juice.

This lace apron is not only an extremely erotic and revealing style with openwork, but it can't even cover up her white silk apron that looks like a plump, soft, and ripe vulva, exuding a sweet, sensual fragrance.

A pair of extremely cool thong lace panties adorned with a peach-colored bow, and a pair of white silk pantyhose that covered her mature and plump maid legs like cream, outlining a smooth and creamy white color comparable to ice cream cones, became the last cover for this gentle and intellectual white silk beautiful maid.

However, the already extremely cool T-shaped pure white lace had been pushed aside, and the greasy, honey-lip-shaped vulva, unlike the two knight sisters who had been stuffed into cream puffs, was still a glistening, oily mess, soaked in sticky, sweet nectar.

Her two tender, soft, and pure white silk-stockinged feet were not wearing the black round-toed maid short heels she used to wear when performing her duties as head maid, but rather a pair of more noble, elegant, and gorgeous white pointed-toe red-soled stiletto heels.

Apart from the knight and head maid standing behind the two ladies, the charming Duchess Orissa and the elegant and mature Countess Osalia were merely maintaining a superficially elegant and graceful demeanor, despite their plump breasts and buttocks and their voluptuous, naturally endowed flesh.

The Duchess's mature and noble blue eyes, and Osalia's elegant and mature aquamarine eyes, both held a tender and intoxicating allure for Asmodée.

Their breasts, encased in black tulle evening gowns, resembled two plump, ripe peaches, while their white, creamy breasts, barely held together by two thin purple tulle straps, looked like rich, creamy honey.

Right now, each of them is enveloped in a sweet and mellow milky aroma, which adds a touch of sweetness to the already ambiguous and intimate atmosphere. The bright purple and bright red wines in their glasses seem to have been infused with thick milk, and as they sway their crystal goblets, they ripple slightly under the candlelight.

After the Duchess and Countess elegantly clinked glasses, their eyes, brimming with intoxicating bliss, glanced at the wine mixed with thick milk before bringing it to their lips, which exuded aphrodisiac fragrance. They tilted their long, elegant, white necks slightly, as if they were noble ladies enjoying fine wine at a banquet, and sipped the thick milk mixed with wine from their goblets.

As the two alluring beauties shared a glass of wine infused with milk, their captivating, dreamy eyes, brimming with a seductive charm, gazed at Asmodie, who sat opposite them leisurely cutting his steak.

"Then... shall this cup be a toast to my trade agreement with Castella? Cheers!"

The Duchess moved the crystal goblet, still bearing traces of white water, away from her ripe, honeyed lips, which exuded a seductive, alluring smoky purple hue.

"Hmm?~~For?~Platinum Rose Merchant Guild?~Hmm?~~The trade contract with Castella?~Cheers?~~" Countess Osalia's sweet, soft tongue, overflowing with a cloying feminine fragrance, slowly drew a line of sensual, glistening white liquid across the rim of the crystal goblet.

On the surface, the charming and alluring Duchess and the elegant and mature Countess of Castile exude a languid charm, as if they had reached an agreement.

However, beneath this banquet table, which could seat three people, lay a different, more suggestive scene of silk-clad feet.

Under the banquet table, the Duchess's pointed, light blue crystal high heels, exuding a mature and alluring fragrance, and Countess Osalia's smoky purple pointed, light blue crystal high heels, exuding a subtle and mature fragrance, were each lying haphazardly under the table.

And now, with an alluring, glossy black silk-stockinged foot and a soft, smooth black silk-stockinged foot, they were using incredibly seductive movements to trample Asmodie's ferocious, massive beast beneath the alluring, glossy black silk-stockinged feet of these two mature and charming ladies. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Chapter 101 The Contract of Seduction and Trade (Supplement to Update No. 11)

The trade agreement between the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and Castella was signed, and news of it emerged from the castle at the Alluring Banquet the following day.

Within a single morning, thanks to Asmodian's deliberate guidance and the expensive hiring of the Grey Ravens to deliver messages via grey ravens, the news spread throughout the entire border lordship, even reaching several lordships within the neighboring Electoral Lordship of Naregas.

Although the standard of living in the Carolant Empire remained at the level of the Renaissance and Industrial Revolution, with most places still at the level of medieval civilization and still adhering to the lord system of knightly fiefdoms.

However, the speed of information dissemination in this world is not as slow and blocked as in the Middle Ages.

The Grey Raven Stations, used exclusively for communication, the communication magic stones reserved for the church, and the communication arcane stones that only wealthy merchants and nobles could afford were all far faster than fast horse letters; the only difference was the cost.

In most cases, even the nobles and lords of the border lordships could afford the relatively inexpensive Grey Raven Station.

These grey crows, specially trained by crow trainers, can transport about three kilograms of goods across hundreds of miles in just half a day for the price of one gold dirham.

Some of the wealthier lords were happy to use flocks of crows to carry tax notices and similar announcements throughout their territories, so that the lower-class commoners could pay their taxes as soon as possible.

In addition, the Grey Crow Stations also provide a channel for information to the common people, although the price is at least one silver penny, and one has to wait for a Grey Crow's letter and transported goods to reach three kilograms before flying to Grey Crow Stations in other territories for people to pick up themselves instead of directly purchasing them.

However, compared to fast horse messengers who take at least three days or even ten days to half a month to arrive, the grey raven's delivery time of at most one day makes it the best choice for spreading urgent information.

Although this would make it difficult to control the lower-class commoners, the nobles and lords had no choice but to turn a blind eye to it, given the timeliness of the information and the nearly one thousand gold dir that the Grey Raven Post Station paid annually.

But at this moment, the nobles and lords of the Earl of Ucanst, who occupy a forest copper mine and an iron mine to the west of Castella, and the Earl of Berenstan, who are to the east, are finding it hard to enjoy the lavish and extravagant breakfast.

That morning, from the castles of the two lords in both territories came the roars of the two lords and the sound of them smashing things in a fit of rage.

"You slut!! This person is despicable!!"

"That bitch! She actually dared to sell us all out!"

A furious roar erupted simultaneously from the lords' rooms in both territories, while the maids outside trembled and knelt in fear, trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

The maids had no idea why the lord would fly into a rage over this trade contract, even becoming unusually furious.

But the nobles knew very well that Dolores and Alice had long ago invited Count Ucanster and Count Bernstein to form an encirclement and declare war on Castella, and they originally had a great chance of suppressing Castella.

This possibility was ultimately destroyed by their greed and cowardice.

The signing of this trade agreement also means that the Duchess of Bordeaux has extended an olive branch to Castellane.

One of the main deterrent effects of an encirclement is to isolate and cut off the territory trapped within it, first cutting off its trade with the outside world and then applying pressure to achieve the purpose of the encirclement.

Since Castellania annexed Brendor and Gruul, along with the previously annexed Earl of Dorne, a total of seven border territories, including Earl of Ucanster and Earl of Berenstain, have joined this encirclement.

Besides the two territories bordering Castellane, Ucanst and Bernstein, there are two territories bordering Viscount Brundall, Earl Elhart and Earl Durent, and two territories bordering Gruul, Earl Engal and Earl Gilvis, plus one viscountty bordering Bernstein, Viscount Verus, for a total of seven territories added to the encirclement.

Apart from a few distant territories and a wealthy earldom, the lords of the entire border territory have basically united to participate in this encirclement war.

This encirclement effectively eliminated all possibilities for Castella's trade and development to expand outwards. Furthermore, the conflict between the Electorate of Naregas and the Electorate of Skalant naturally prevented Naregas from expanding into the Electorate of Naregas.