Blood Emperor Throne

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What she was appealing for was simply an attempt to obtain a clause granting autonomy under Asmodée's rule.

This autonomy is military autonomy, which does not mean that she is still trying to resist Asmodie.

In fact, after she proposed this autonomous clause, she was only lightly slapped by Asmodie's ferocious and fiery beast, her plump, soft, juicy, and oily black stockings. She was instantly defeated by the thought of submission and once again became a defeated female slave knight. She kept swaying her plump, soft, and oily black stockings, which were steaming with a mature and fragrant scent, and kept shaking her buttocks, which were exuding a rich and sensual fragrance like chocolate cream.

The plump, juicy flesh, oozing nectar from the two soft, fleshy mounds of flesh being crushed and colliding, further encased the already extremely seductive and alluring black lace thong between the plump, white peach-shaped openings amidst the sticky, juicy sounds of the nectar.

The sticky, ripe nectar of her flower, overflowing with a lustrous sheen, soaked the thick black stockings that covered her two soft, ripe buttocks, leaving a layer of sticky, lewd stains at the seams, which were easily stirred up by the ferocious beast Asmodian.

But as the ruler of Gruul, the new Lady of Gruul, and the widow in black silk who should have been attending the funeral of her cowardly and incompetent husband Caster, whose head had been severed on the battlefield, Dolores, even though she had been brutally ravaged by Asmodie countless times into a knight in human armor with her eyes rolled back and her black silk stockings swaying wildly, was still a beautiful knight in human armor.

They were still trying to gain military autonomy for the expansion and development of the Dawn Knights from Asmodel.

The Xijin Princess Knights Order is a knightly order directly under her command, which she has painstakingly built. Every Xijin Princess Knight is carefully selected by her personally.

Even though they had all been defeated and violated and possessed by Asmodie, becoming the female slave knights exclusively for this man, their remaining lives were only filled with conquest and the fate of being forced to wear glamorous bodysuits and glossy silk stockings, having this man press them down and carry their long, silk-stockinged legs in high-heeled silver boots, and having them fertilized at will.

She still tries to develop and expand the Xijinji Knights Order, building it into the most prestigious knightly order in the entire empire.

In return, this proud and alluring knight with a plump, gourd-shaped bottom and a voluptuous figure will relinquish all her duties as Caster's seductive wife and spend the rest of her life solely as Asmodie's exclusive female slave knight.

Chapter 78 Defeat: The Black-Veiled Bride (Part 5)

In reality, Dolores's offer is an irresistible offer for any male.

This proud and alluring mature wife is not only of noble status, but her gourd-shaped, plump buttocks exude a mature and seductive charm that is enough to make any male creature swoon, whether she is wearing an exquisite and luxurious fitted silver armor or a dignified and elegant silk bodycon dress.

The mere sight of those two mounds of soft, plump breasts, wrapped in glossy black suspenders beneath the heavy, bright silver breastplate, trembling and swaying as if they were filled with sweet, ripe milk and spring nectar, was enough to make any male creature instantly erect, even just by hearing the soft, smack-smacking sounds of those two mounds of breasts colliding beneath the breastplate.

Not to mention her succulent, ever-present, glossy, body-hugging black pantyhose. Even though the fitted skirt armor was designed with openwork chainmail, it still couldn't completely cover those two soft, plump, ripe peaches brimming with mellow, sweet spring juice.

Whenever this proud, charming, elegant, and noble knight-errant steps into the scene, wearing a pair of black stockings with high heels and silver boots with glossy black stockings, her two soft, plump, and naturally born peach-like buttocks, wrapped in glossy black stockings under her heavy skirt armor, sway in waves as soft and creamy as semi-solidified, ripe chocolate cream.

Despite being concealed by the heavy, openwork skirt armor, the outer chainmail, and the cloak, no one could see even a trace of Dolores's proud and mature charm.

But no one doubted that the two mounds of the female knight, which stretched her heavy, form-fitting skirt armor into plump, soft curves like ripe peaches, were the result of a natural birth.

Even though they were covered in thick, bright silver and gold-plated armor, just a gentle crushing of these two plump, peach-shaped black silks exuding a cloying female fragrance was enough to make these lowly male creatures utterly useless, crushed and defeated by the two plump, peach-shaped silks emanating a cloying female fragrance.

As for Dolores's bargaining chips, for the future of the Xijinji Knights, her two plump breasts, which would ripple with oily milk color and exude a sweet and greasy milky fragrance even with the slightest sway, would become Asmodie's exclusive plump breasts in this defeated slave-bride transaction.

Her plump, soft, and luscious breasts, encased in glossy, black stockings, were now required by Asmody to be dressed in various extremely provocative and revealing thong-shaped, waist-length, thin-strapped black lace panties, regardless of the occasion.

Every time her two plump, ripe buttocks, clad in black stockings, rubbed and collided with each step of her high-heeled boots, the thin straps of her black lace panties, which were essentially black openwork lace ribbons, were deeply embedded between her two soft, peach-like lips, soaked with the nectar of her ripe vulva.

Or perhaps beneath that heavy, billowing skirt, there was a completely lewd and vulgar state, where her soft, ripe buttocks swayed and collided without restraint as her black stockings, high heels, and silver boots fell down. The sheer, glossy black stockings outlined her plump, white, and juicy peach-shaped curves.

So that Asmodie could later use either the seed-attachment position or the anti-leg seed-attachment position, she could hold this female slave knight in her arms at any time, whether in front of her deceased husband's coffin, in front of a group of Xijin knights, or in an empty alley outside a bustling open square, so that her plump and soft birth-type knight could be ravaged until her spring eyes rolled up and her face was full of lustful and infatuated expressions.

If Asmodeus agrees to this offer, then from now on, this proud and alluring beautiful knight will, in an apologetic and submissive posture, wearing the black veil wedding dress of a defeated female slave knight, removing the black veil and knight's skirt armor and only wearing a voluptuous, glossy black bodysuit, swaying her plump, peach-shaped buttocks, and kneeling in apology, declare to Asmodeus her defeat and vow to become his exclusive female slave knight.

From now on, whether it's her two mounds wrapped in oily, sexy, black bodysuit stockings, resembling soft, creamy marshmallows filled with sweet, ripe honey, or her two mounds of oily, black bodysuit stockings that are completely filled with ripe female nectar and spring honey, so that Asmodie can extract sweet, ripe nectar and spring honey every time she plants and fertilizes, they will all become Asmodie's exclusive harpoon sheaths.

"Eh? Sorry? As a defeated... princess knight? How dare you... make such a request?!"

"Gulp... Oh, I'm so sorry... As the submissive one... defeated... I have no right to make any requests other than serving you?"

Clearly, this proud and alluring mature knight had completely forgotten how pathetic her ripe, fleshy buttocks looked in front of Asmodie.

She also forgot that her ripe, fleshy buttocks, the kind of fleshy, childbirth-type female knight, had been easily defeated by this man and his entire Golden Dawn Knights in just one encounter with Asmodie last time.

Even just using two mounds of juicy, plump, ripe peach-colored black stockings to ride this savage centaur lancer and crush into her two mounds of smooth, ripe black stockings steaming with the sweet fragrance of mature women, made her raise her slender jade neck and her pair of wine-red, charming spring eyes roll upwards incessantly.

"Eek?~~ I'm sorry?~ Caster?~~ I, this defeated princess knight?~~ have completely?~ transformed into my master's form??~~"

This proud and alluring female knight, her wine-red eyes, already filled with ripe peach-colored hearts, kept rolling upwards. Her soft, plump, and slightly open mouth was filled with wisps of aphrodisiac white mist, and her soft, smooth, ripe, honeyed tongue protruded out, hanging with strands of fragrant saliva.

Her two mounds of soft, plump, and juicy black stockings, resembling ripe peaches, swayed back and forth as if she were riding a savage and ferocious warhorse, her slender waist wrapped in the thick, fleshy black stockings.

Sticky, mature vaginal fluid gushed from the two fragrant nipples, overflowing from the oily, slippery black stockings, making the two already oily, slippery buttocks, which were already oozing with the fragrance of mature women, even more moist and soft.

"If I remember correctly, Madam is supposed to attend the Viscount's funeral today."

Asmodie, holding the platinum chain in her hand, forced the proud and beautiful knight in the defeated black veil wedding dress to change into. With her hands tied high, she couldn't help but tilt her jade neck, which was restrained by a black lace collar, back in a charming posture.

Two mounds of semi-solidified milky nectar, piled up and filled with ripe, plump black silk-stockinged milk cakes, swayed up and down as she leaned back. The bright silver milk curtains and silver chainmail fluttered up and down, making a series of rustling sounds. Even in Asmodie's vision, she could still see these two mounds of ripe, plump black silk-stockinged milk cakes shaking and trembling, creating waves of oily, greasy milk.

"Huh? Sorry? Caster??"

"I'm a... *sigh* unfaithful knight princess, I'm so sorry... I was supposed to attend your funeral, but at the negotiating table... I was defeated by... a man who is dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than you?"

The knight princess, whose jade-like neck was roughly grabbed by the lace collar, had her wine-red eyes, which had been rolling upwards due to suffocation and the tingling of spring, now only showing a peach-colored spring charm of submissive infatuation with Asmodie. Not even a trace of love was spared for her cowardly, incompetent, and utterly unappreciated husband.

Even though she was forcibly taken by Asmodeus, and even though Asmodeus not only possessed her but also turned the entire Dawn Knights into his female slaves, in terms of infidelity, her husband Caster, who was clearly cowardly, incompetent, short-sighted, and greedy, was still a notch above her.

"Loving every woman he sees" is the epitome of Castor, and this cowardly and incompetent husband completely disregards his wife's feelings. Even in her presence, he frequently flirts with noblewomen and maids, often using his status as a baron. Sometimes, when these women mock him, he reacts like a fat goblin whose foot has been stepped on, jumping up and down in a rage, even attempting to coerce her using his authority. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate comment: "Mei doesn't have Lin, you're free, Lin is here, are you?")

If that were all, it would be one thing, but her cowardly and incompetent husband never supported her efforts to reduce and suppress the nobility. In the negotiations among the nobility, he always echoed the other nobles' opinions in order to maintain his pitiful sense of self-esteem.

It should be understood that by reducing and suppressing other nobles, Caster was the sole beneficiary. Once she relinquished Gruul's power, Caster could completely take over the prestige she had built.

However, for the sake of his pitiful little bit of self-esteem, Castor completely forgot that he should stand by his proud and charming wife in black stockings. Whenever she talked about reducing the power of the nobility, he would jump out and support the nobles in the name of the baron and in accordance with the law to stand against her.

The reason why this cowardly and incompetent baron has such a pitiful and lowly sense of self-esteem is not only because she always maintains a proud and glamorous demeanor in front of Castor, but also because of the baron's own physical defects.

In a conversation overheard by chance between the Baron's mistresses, Castor's own flaw, his loach-like nature, was mentioned.

No, more accurately, it should be described as a snail that died after molting.

This lecherous and greedy baron was already physically weak, but he showed no restraint whatsoever, having been involved with the maids in the manor since childhood, which resulted in severe developmental deficiencies.

Furthermore, after becoming a baron, due to his cowardly and incompetent nature, he was kicked out of the bridal chamber on their wedding night before he even saw her wearing a black wedding dress. Moreover, due to his twisted mentality, he began to keep mistresses, which made his already weak body even worse.

Just listening to the descriptions these mistresses gave of her baron husband, she knew that her cowardly and incompetent husband would never be able to enjoy the smooth, fleshy buttocks of her. He would probably just be looking down at her with a contemptuous and arrogant gaze, and with her smooth, black-stockinged hands adorned with the bright silver gauntlets of the knight, she could easily ejaculate thin white fluid and soil her black-stockinged knight gauntlets with a few light, arrogant movements.

If she were to lift her smooth, supple, and oily black silk-stockinged knight's fragrant feet and step on her cowardly husband's mudfish, gently grinding her oily black silk-stockinged feet with their fragrant, oily scent, her weak and incompetent baron would probably be like a dying fish, spitting out extremely thin white fluid under her proud, beautiful, and oily knight's seductive feet.

As he was doing now, having his soft, silky buttocks rolled back and forth between her two mounds of mature, fragrant, and smooth black silk stockings, which seemed to be made of solidified cream and honey, was something that Castor could never do in his life.

Given her husband's extremely cowardly and incompetent nature, he probably wouldn't even have been able to withstand the impact of her beautiful, smooth, and silky buttocks. He would have been slightly tainted by the effeminate fragrance emanating from her oily and fragrant sweat, and would have been panting and, in his cowardly and useless manner, stained her tight, glossy black stockings with his thin, bland white semen.

As for her two plump, soft, and ripe breasts, which were filled with a rich, creamy, and succulent milky aroma, let alone the way Asmodie had cupped them in her hands and then lowered them to cover them, while she opened her soft, plump lips with a seductive expression to cover the grotesque beast head that gushed out from the soft cleavage of her breasts and squeezed out the juices.

It probably couldn't even penetrate her smooth, milky cleavage. Just being crushed by her soft, smooth, milky flesh, it was utterly useless, like a dead fish, gushing out thin, white fluid.

To be more precise, with her baron husband's rotten, snail-like, utterly useless thing, even the glossy, sheer black stockings that she always wore to cover her naturally alluring flesh probably couldn't even poke a dent as deep as a fingernail.

The arrogant and alluring widow knight's declaration of defeat caused Asmodian's large hand to climb onto her ripe, plump, and smooth black silk stockings. His fingertips sank deep into her buttocks, which were as soft and smooth as semi-solidified honey and cream. Even a gentle kneading made the soft, shiny black silk stockings fill his fingers.

"Ugh... Ohhh...~~" The beautiful knight, who had been brutally ravaged and was now slick with oil, was being lifted up by the man behind her, who was treating her like a defeated female slave knight.

After Asmodie lifted her steaming, voluptuous black buttocks, which exuded a mature, feminine fragrance, with her two large hands, the ferocious beast that had been wrapped and crushed for so long by the smooth, greasy black silk cleft of her buttocks suddenly sprang up and became oily.

The thick, swollen beast head exuded male hormones that could make any female's eyes roll back in lust and fall into depravity. It was only separated by slick, sexy black stockings that pressed against her two plump, soft, ripe vulva that were already soaked in the sticky nectar of her mature woman.

"I'm sorry? ~~Cast? ~~The widowed son who should have attended your funeral?? ~~But now he's dressed as a widow in a black veil and wedding gown? ~~Swaying in black stockings, serving another man?~~"

The knight, her lips pressed against the throbbing, raging beast's fleshy lips through only the thin, oily, and alluring black stockings, felt the nectar overflowing from her soft, plump lips, which were already gushing out. Through the thin, sheer black stockings, she kissed the raging beast.

Each time her two plump, soft, and oily buttocks swayed slightly, this ferocious, swollen beast head, through the glistening, sheer black stockings already soaked in nectar, repeatedly brushed against her fleshy, tightly pressed labia, which resembled two halves of a vulva coated in honey and spring juice, pushing those soft, smooth, ripe peach-shaped lips apart time and again.

This caused the already submissive and decadent female knight's eyes to constantly gleam with pink hearts, and her soft, mature hands exuded an aphrodisiac, mature fragrance with every opening and closing.

"Castor? Your proud and alluring knight-like wife? On the day of your funeral? Wearing this? The black veil knight-like wedding dress you're not even worthy of seeing?? Being violated by another man?? Through black stockings?? Oh my god??"

"Who told you to be such a useless piece of trash? And yet you dared to dream of taking advantage of your proud and alluring knight wife, along with the entire Dawn Gold Knight Order? Ugh!"

"But what you don't know is that your black-stockinged knight wife and the entire Golden Dawn Knights have all been defeated and subjugated, becoming the master's... ugh ...

A high-pitched, seductive, and incredibly alluring cry of spring emanated from the proud and charming black-stockinged knight's wife, whose slender, jade-like neck arched back repeatedly.

Her two plump, soft buttocks, which were made entirely of rich, creamy fat, were completely free of restraint after Asmodie let go of them. They fell heavily onto his hard and solid waist like two plump, creamy, creamy black stockings.

Two mounds of ripe, black silk, fleshy peaches—clearly the kind of plump, heart-shaped curves only a pampered, high-ranking noblewoman could possess. Besides highlighting her status as a beautiful wife and knight, they served only as a place for men to impregnate her.

As the two soft mounds slammed heavily against Asmodie's waist, they created waves of oily, plump buttocks that resembled marshmallows being hit repeatedly. The nectar accumulated in her plump, ripe vagina was suddenly filled and then squeezed out from between her glossy black silk.

The sudden release of the oily black stockings caused the proud and charming black-stockinged knight to have her soft, plump vulva forcibly stretched open and filled. Her wine-red eyes, tinged with peach-colored hearts, rolled upwards, and she bit her soft, honeyed lips with a seductive and infatuated expression.

A pair of glossy black silk-stockinged knight's firm, fleshy legs swayed and trembled wildly, her mature body spasming and trembling, spurting out a stream of fragrant, mellow honey and a jet of hot, glistening water, which drenched the defeated sign scattered in a pool of flower nectar in front of her with a layer of glistening honey stains.

This mark of defeat for a female slave knight also signifies that this proud and alluring female knight with her ripe buttocks and tender flesh will henceforth be completely reduced to a female slave dog that Asmodie can freely fertilize and violate.

Chapter 79 Defeat at the White-Veiled Wedding (Part 2)

The luxurious and elegant noble room was now filled with a sweet and sensual fragrance, the misty scent of which had been tinged with an ambiguous peach hue, like flowing pink gauze, imbuing this otherwise dignified and elegant noble room with a layer of ambiguous peach color.

The wooden floor, once adorned with luxurious velvet and carpets, was now a mess of love stains, with splattered floral nectar and honey mixed with scattered lace and gauze.

Elegant and noble gilded silver halter-neck black silk boots and gorgeous bright red crystal wedding shoes were scattered haphazardly under the extravagant bright red Gothic bed.

The elegant red silk feet that should have been adorned with those bright red crystal wedding heels were now casually held in the hands of the only man on this Gothic bed, their feet crossed and intertwined, wantonly defiled by him. Even the slightest elegant curve or haughty movement of these feet could set a man's blood boiling.

These black stockings and silver boots were flung away by Dolores's soft, oily black stockings as she swayed them. They exuded a delicate, alluring fragrance, and the originally noble and elegant silver color now reflected an ambiguous, honeyed, and glossy halo.

The long, black-stockinged legs that were originally wearing those black stockings and silver boots now dangled softly over the edge of the luxurious and flamboyant Gothic bed, hanging on either side of the man's strong and muscular waist. With each of the man's extremely rough and violent attacks, like the rampage of a savage centaur lancer, they swayed up and down, creating a series of seductive and alluring curves.

The torn and crumpled fabrics scattered on the floor were no longer just scattered bright red wedding dress fabrics and delicate red lace panties with thin straps.

A bright silver chainmail, soaked in the sweet nectar of ripe flowers and spring honey, was mixed with a pair of black, thin-strapped, openwork lace panties that had been roughly torn off at the waist, scattered all over the ground.

"Goohoo?~ She's in again?~ Is she going to be violated and become a defeated princess knight?~"

"Eek? ~~ On her husband's wedding bed again? ~~~ She was violated by a man other than her husband? ~~"

"I'm sorry, Caster. Your knight wife has become nothing more than a defeated warrior at her master's mercy?"

"Then, if that place is violated? ~Eek? ~Sorry? ~Borot~You unfaithful widow? ~To be violated by your master on the wedding bed...?~"

On this luxurious and extravagant crimson Gothic wedding bed, the noble and beautiful widow in red silk and the proud and charming knight in black silk, at this moment, their exquisite and sexy white flesh and mature buttocks, which were naturally shaped like a childbirth, were only covered by the bright red silk stockings with lace trim and the seductive and alluring black silk pantyhose.

These two noblewomen, who had always been proud and elegant towards other men, were now on their wedding bed, their noble and beautiful faces, once so elegant and charming, now displaying a seductive and decadent demeanor as they were being violated and impregnated by men other than their husbands.

The seductive and wanton moans of spring, mixed with the alluring and seductive groans, along with the sticky and wet splashing sounds and the crisp slapping sounds like the charging of savage centaur lancers, constantly reached the ears of Alice, the elegant and intellectual widow in her white silk wedding dress.

The elegant widow, restrained and placed aside, had not been enjoyed by Asmodie since the beginning of this defeated wedding banquet. Even with a pure white lace eye mask over her gentle, beautiful, aquamarine eyes, though veiled, still faintly revealed a tender, intoxicating blush within them, a soft, alluring hue that almost transformed into a seductive, aphrodisiac charm.

"Goo-hoo?~ Ee-ha?~~ Uh-hoo??~~"

Bound and restrained by a bright red gag, her soft, moist lips were filled with a sweet, hazy fragrance. Her plump, soft lips were glistening and smooth from being soaked in sweet, ripe saliva. Even the bright red gag, which should have represented a sense of humiliation, was covered with glistening drops of saliva.

This widow, who had always enjoyed her pastries with elegance in front of nobles, had been completely corrupted. She would submit to Asmodian's gentle maternal instincts and submissive nature, opening her soft, ripe lips dripping with nectar, and exhaling a sweet, aphrodisiac white mist before being violated at Asmodian's will.

"Puji?~Puji?~"

Her two plump, ripe peach-shaped breasts, under the constant pervasive fragrance of mature femininity in the room, had completely transformed into a state where even the slightest swaying of her soft, ripe milky breasts, resembling semi-solidified cream cakes, would cause them to ooze sweet, ripe milky fluid beneath the white gauze curtain.

When Asmodie violates her next, whether she holds up the two plump, soft, milky mounds with her large hands or covers them with her hands and squeezes milk at will, they will obediently exude sweet, ripe milk for Asmodie to enjoy.

As for those two mounds of white silk-clad, ripe buttocks, which looked like they were filled with sweet, ripe honey and coated with rich, creamy cream, they were already in a restrained position, ready to be casually implanted in her. Her two soft, plump, creamy white silk-clad legs were raised high.

The thin, waist-length lace camisole, adorned with a delicate ribbon and a string of white beads, was deeply embedded in the soft, ripe flesh of her breasts, exposing her to the world.

The two raised white silk milk cake-scented feet, hanging in elegant and beautiful pure white transparent crystal high-heeled wedding shoes, were already filled with a sweet, creamy white mist of fragrance, like milk cake and honey, soaking the transparent crystal high heels in a hazy white mist.

However, even though Alice had completely prepared herself for a safe delivery, fully prepared to be humiliated and defeated in front of Asmodie, and to have her soft, creamy white silk legs lifted up, and to have her, this gentle white silk-clad widow, violated and turned into this man's exclusive birthing bed.

After this round of defeat at the wedding banquet, her plump, mature breasts and buttocks, her pregnant, honey-like flesh, will no longer be allowed to wear bras that restrict her two soft, plump breasts and lace suspenders that can only be squeezed between her soft, creamy vulva for the rest of her life. While managing the territory for this man, she also needs to be ready at any time to be milked by him at will and to be carried by his white silk-stockinged fleshy legs to be filled with nectar, and to be filled into a puff every day.

Her soft, fragrant white silk-clad feet were no longer allowed to wear any high heels other than pure white transparent crystal high heels and white single-strap crystal high-heeled sandals. The fate of these two crystal high heels was often to be filled with thick white asmodel, which would invade her soft, fragrant white silk-clad feet into white silk-clad foot acupoints that would be squeezed for juice if she did not step on the thick white fluid in the future.

It's not hard to imagine that with this frequency of ejaculation, she would soon become pregnant by this man.

During her pregnancy, this elegant widow in white silk not only carried a round, watermelon-shaped belly in this safe and peaceful manor, handling state affairs while wearing only a white camisole for expectant mothers and creamy, sheer white stockings, but her two mounds of breasts, which were meant to be for nurturing the future child, would also be responsible for supplying Asmodée with sweet, ripe milk.

However, from the beginning of this defeat banquet until now, this gentle widow has been left untouched, as if Asmodée had deliberately left her alone. Only her plump breasts and ripe buttocks, ready to give birth, are restrained in a corner by white gauze ribbons.

"Goohoo? ~ So I'm going to become a princess knight who gets defeated the moment her honeyed essence is violated again? ~~"

"Eeee? ~ This kind of thing? ~ This position? ~ No ~ No way? ~ If I'm violated like this? ~ I'll get pregnant? ~ Gueee ~ To be with a man other than my husband? ~" Mei didn't say anything to Lin Youkong, Lin Zaizai, are you there?

The increasingly wanton and mature cries of spring echoed on the bright red, luxurious Gothic bed that resembled a wedding bed.

And the more mature and tender the spring cries and the more seductive and unrestrained the spring moans, the more sticky and sweet the erotic fragrance emanating from the soft, honeyed lips of the pregnant woman restrained to the side, which were bound by a circle of bright red, hollowed-out gags, became.

Beneath the sheer white stockings, a ring of white beads was deeply embedded between the two soft, ripe labia, which seemed to be overflowing like a spring of honey, gurgling out streams of sweet, mature floral nectar, soaking the already sheer white stockings until they were as smooth and glossy as cream.

Chapter 80 Defeat at the Red-Veiled Wedding (Part 2)

This defeated wedding banquet was nothing more than a formality from the very beginning.

The gentle and intellectual widow in white silk, the proud and charming knight in black silk, the noble and beautiful widow in red silk, and the elegant and graceful mature noblewoman in oily silk, Defiant, and the two beautiful mature knight sisters.

These women, each a proud, elegant, and sophisticated beauty, would be the object of desire for many nobles and lords if they stepped out of the manor.

Whenever they put on luxurious and elegant silk evening gowns, their long, alluring white skin, clad in various high-end stockings and high heels, swaying gracefully as they enter the banquet, always manage to attract the attention of everyone present.

These proud and alluring female knights, clad in form-fitting silver armor, possessed graceful and proud figures, their voluptuous and proud curves...