Blood Emperor Throne

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These three exquisite beauties, some noble and beautiful, some gentle and elegant, and some proud and mature, are coveted by countless earls and nobles, both in their own territories and in the surrounding areas.

The intoxicatingly alluring flesh of her honey-scented breasts and fragrant buttocks. The plump, ripe buttocks of a widow who had just given birth, the alluring, mature flesh of a knight-errant, and their enchantingly beautiful, glossy black silk-stockinged feet, the fragrant, soft, milky white silk-stockinged feet, the noble, mature, glossy black silk-stockinged feet of a knight-errant—any male would be driven mad by their beauty.

These three stunning beauties, who would be the envy of anyone in the outside world, were now dressed in revealing wedding gowns that were designed as a form of apology for defeat, in the slave estate that belonged to Asmodie. They were bound and restrained by the bright red, white, and black lace that they had originally used as veils, and were placed in front of Asmodie like spoils of war.

"Gulp, oh?~~"

Soft, seductive moans escaped from their delicate, red lips, mingled with the aphrodisiac fragrance of mature orchids, adding another layer of aphrodisiac sweetness to the already ambiguous room.

Their alluring, mature eyes, hidden beneath bright red, white, and black lace blindfolds, were already brimming with intoxicating pink hearts, filled with a seductive mist.

The beautiful and noble widow, Lady Veranica, and her alluring and charming widowed wife.

At this moment, in her bridal chamber with her deceased husband, she changed into this extremely revealing, revealing, bright red lace bodycon wedding dress. The bright red lace ribbons held her jade hands, adorned with long red lace openwork gloves, high above her head, transforming her fiery and beautiful wifely charm into that of a humiliated and defeated female slave.

This revealing, bright red wedding dress could be described as a one-piece wedding dress composed of bright red gauze and openwork lace adorned with red roses. Her plump, white breasts, which seemed to be soft, fragrant, and delicate, were only covered by a wisp of openwork bright red lace, swaying tremblingly with her delicate panting.

The skirt of this wedding dress was not only extremely openwork, but it also barely covered half of her soft, moist, snowy buttocks, leaving most of her fragrant and delicate buttocks, which were marked with soft, honey-like marks by the bright red lace straps, completely exposed.

Her beautiful red silk stockings, wrapped in long, red lace-trimmed stockings, were bound with rings of bright red silk ribbons, leaving soft, greasy marks. She was also hoisted high into an extremely humiliating split position. Her exquisite and noble red silk stockings were hooked onto bright red crystal straps, revealing pointed-toe high-heeled wedding shoes, with the bright red heels pointing skyward.

Her beautiful toes, adorned with red nail polish, and crystal red high heels decorated with vibrant red lace roses, revealed the captivating charm of this widowed duchess.

This also meant that the noble and beautiful widow, with her honey-smooth and fragrant vulva, was completely exposed to the man's gaze through only a bright red, lace-trimmed panty that deeply peeked out from between her toes. Only a piece of extremely humiliating surrender terms hanging down, like a honey curtain, slightly concealed her alluring charm.

Meanwhile, the elegant and intellectual widowed mage Alice, clad in white silk, wore an extremely revealing, pristine white wedding dress.

It was described as a pure white wedding dress, but in reality it consisted entirely of a shiny, oily white bodysuit and a few completely transparent white straps.

The sheer, translucent white pantyhose, glistening with a rich, mature sheen, covered her plump, ripe buttocks like a layer of sweet, ripe cream. Her flesh, shaped like a smooth, natural birth, was so soft and luscious that it seemed as if a gentle touch would cause the ripe, natural birth flesh of this elegant and intellectual widow in white stockings to drip with rich, ripe milk.

The two plump, soft breasts, shaped like ripe peaches and exuding a rich, milky aroma, swayed gently as the widow shyly twisted her soft, smooth flesh, wrapped in glossy white stockings, resembling two large, creamy milk cakes overflowing with milk. These two milk cakes, ready to be enjoyed immediately upon opening, were only covered by a wisp of pure white lace that could be described as a curtain of milk.

As for this gentle widow, her soft, fragrant, and creamy white silk-clad buttocks, which seemed to be filled with sweet, ripe honey and coated with rich, creamy cream, were only covered by a veil of extremely transparent, pure white lace skirt that was indistinguishable from white mist.

Like Veronica, this elegant widow in white silk stockings, with her delicate, mature legs sculpted from creamy honey, was also bound and restrained by rings of pure white lace ribbons, leaving extremely dry and tender marks, and positioned in a wide-open M shape.

Two soft, fragrant white silk-like feet gently hooked onto elegant and noble pure white transparent crystal high-heeled wedding shoes. The soft, white silk soles and the crystal high heels, which exuded a sweet, cloying fragrance, were bound together into a white silk-like crystal high-heeled foot cavity that could make any man's mouth dry, as if waiting for someone to fill those crystal high heels.

This extremely humiliating and restrained posture also made her soft, white lips, like a creamy bun coated with rich, ripe honey, appear even more delicate.

Only a delicate, high-waisted, openwork white lace halter top, deeply embedded between her two soft, white labia, left extremely soft marks, and a string of white jade beads on it caused the gentle widow's mature lips to constantly exude aphrodisiac fragrance.

A humiliating treaty of defeat, adorned with pure white, openwork lace trim, hangs down.

The last one, the beautiful knight Dolores with her voluptuous figure and black stockings, wore an extremely glamorous black lace wedding dress, which was quite different from Veranica, the noble and beautiful wife in red stockings, and Alice, the gentle and intellectual widow.

The beautiful knight's black silk wedding dress, apart from the glossy black bodysuit that accentuated the fleshy curves of her buttocks, made her look like a ripe peach, exuding a voluptuous and sensual beauty.

Adorning the black bodysuit of horse oil was not the transparent and revealing white gauze of Alice's, but a hollowed-out, extremely revealing bright silver chainmail, and a bright silver skirt armor that barely covered her soft, greasy black stockings that looked like ripe peaches.

The light, hazy, bright silver close-fitting chainmail was not only the size of a palm, but was also barely held up by two extremely thin black ribbons.

Compared to these two large, plump breasts that looked like they were filled with rich, creamy milk, this bright silver chainmail, held up by only two thin straps, could only serve as a curtain for the breasts.

In particular, this proud and alluring mature wife in black stockings, now bound and restrained by black gauze ties, her beautiful hands adorned with black ring-shaped lace gloves, were tied high, resembling a seductive horse awaiting riding.

These two plump, juicy, and molten black silk breasts, resembling two hanging bells overflowing with rich, creamy milk, swayed and trembled incessantly, creating waves of soft, fragrant, and oily milk. The two chainmail-like garments that resembled curtains of milk did not provide any concealment whatsoever.

In this posture, the knight's plump, firm legs, clad in high-heeled silver boots and glossy black stockings, were forced to straighten. Her raised legs, resembling a ripe peach bursting with juice and filled with rich, creamy milk, were transformed into a completely juicy, fleshy peach shape, glossy black stockings.

No black veil hung down, only a super short, bright silver vacuum-sealed skirt armor adorned with golden morning light hung down, barely covering half of her voluptuous, glossy black stockings and bursting buttocks, which exuded the aroma of mature flesh.

Beneath this ultra-short, bright silver vacuum-sealed skirt, this usually proud and alluring mature wife, with her tender and soft vulva overflowing with nectar, also wore only a waist-length thong-shaped black lace panty, deeply pressed between her two plump and juicy labia.

A knight's apology and her humiliating terms of defeat were also attached to her two plump, soft, and oily black stockings.

Chapter 73 Apology Clause

The reason why Veranica, the widow of Bolot, was asked to draft and sign the terms of the defeat for Brundor and Gruul was quite simple.

The three women, Alice of Brendale, Dolores of Gruul, and Veranica of Bolot, were originally from families that had intermarried.

Alice and Dolores have always been at odds with Count Chris of Dorne.

This fat pig count, relying on his vast and wealthy territory and deep-rooted resources, has always coveted and desired these three women and the widow.

They also frequently monopolized river trade on the Rooibe River, forcing Brendor and Gruul, two territories that also relied on the Rooibe River, to pay taxes to the Earl of Dorne for every river trade transaction.

For this reason, Brendor and Gruul maintained a marriage alliance with Viscount Bolot, and the three territories united to counter the suppression from the Earl of Dorne.

During the period when Alice, Dolores, and Veranica were in power, these three territories showed a tendency to unite under their leadership. This is why Earl Chris of Dorne was eager to seize Viscount Bolot's territory after learning of his death.

However, because the nobles of the three territories all held an arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards each other, the unification of the three territories was always just a facade.

But for now, they don't need to worry about those things.

After their defeat, the Viscount Brendale and Baron Gruul, along with the gentle and intelligent widow in white silk, Alice, and the proud and charming knight Dolores, all became the possessions of Asmodie.

"Hmm?~~ Gulp, oh oh??~~"

"Really... umm? I'm so sorry, Master."

"My description of the defeat is... oh dear... it's really not up to par."

Inside the elegant and luxurious room of Viscount Bolot, the air was filled with the alluring fragrance of mature women and the sweet, intoxicating moans of spring.

Behind the desk, Asmody casually flipped through a series of defeat clauses drafted by Deffie. A large hand pressed down under the desk, onto the head of the elegant and beautiful mature noblewoman Deffie, whose head was rising and falling, her charming eyes constantly looking up at her elegant and noble hair.

The hair ornament adorned with emerald green diamonds added a touch of nobility and elegance to her elegant updo. However, this noble and elegant emerald green crystal hair ornament was now making a soft, ambiguous rustling sound as the elegant and beautiful blonde woman raised and lowered her head.

The noblewoman's soft, fragrant lips and tongue, rising and falling with her elegant and noble head, had become her apology gift to Asmodée after her mistake in narrating the terms of defeat.

Her noble and elegant face was now only a seductive and alluring one, with saliva dripping from the corner of her lips, and her muffled, sweet moans full of seductive charm.

Those two soft, fragrant, and plump breasts, bursting with syrup, were lifted up by her fair hands, clad in long, light blue and silver ringed silk gloves, as if holding up soft, plump cakes overflowing with the aroma of ripe milk. Asmodie's ferocious centaur beast lance was enveloped in this plump breast that was entirely made of ripe milk and honey.

This elegant and graceful noblewoman, Deffie, who always maintained a refined and dignified demeanor in public, was now momentarily interrupted by a soft, whimpering sound as Asmodée's large hand slipped under the open back of her halter dress and roughly kneaded her two plump, soft, and fragrant breasts. This interrupted her narration for a second.

She knelt before Asmodie in an apologetic posture, her two plump, glossy legs spread apart and bent down. She pressed her soft, ripe, and tender flesh, like fermented and steamed meat-colored cream cake, onto the cool wooden floor, squeezing and grinding it into a soft, ripe, fragrant cake. She left a peach-shaped mark on the wooden board, exuding a rich, honeyed aroma.

Her soft, plump, fleshy feet were adorned with elegant, dignified light blue crystal ankle straps and pointed-toe high heels. She lifted them slightly, causing her soft, smooth heels to involuntarily lift off the surface of the crystal high heels.

The elegant crystal high heels, exuding the rich, cloying fragrance of a mature noblewoman, and the gap between them and the smooth, soft, glossy arch of the noblewoman's foot, which she lifted slightly, seemed to urge a male to fill those crystal high heels completely with extreme ferocity, causing the elegant and graceful noblewoman to slip her soft, tender, glossy feet back into those crystal high heels filled with thick fluid.

Alongside Asmodeus, the noblewoman Defiant wasn't the only one offering apology and service. Two other elegant and alluring female knights, both wearing black stockings and serving as Asmodeus's personal guards, also lowered their long, shapely legs, clad in luxurious, elegant, high-heeled silver boots.

Adorned with seductive and alluring gestures, one on each side, her jade-like hands, clad in black lace and silver gloves, cradled their two soft, plump, glossy black silk breasts, while the noblewoman, together with Asmodie's ferocious centaur lance, enveloped the smooth, plump breasts, which were steaming with the sweet fragrance of ripe milk and honey.

Three pairs of soft, plump breasts, wrapped together under the desk and pressed and rolled by a monstrous centaur lance, exuded a sweet, mature fragrance as their aroused, gourd-shaped, alluring bodies released their sweat, coating their oily, glossy breasts in black stockings and their soft, white, milky, plump breasts with a rich, creamy sheen.

It was as if three pairs of creamy milk cakes coated with rich, fragrant honey were gently tossed around by the two beautiful female knights and the elegant noblewoman, who together wrapped the menacing centaur lance in it.

The ferocious centaur lance was nourished to perfection in the rich, creamy milk.

But even these three pairs of plump, creamy melons could not completely contain this ferocious beast with its head held high.

Their soft, moist lips and sweet tongues roamed back and forth on it, or served as the sticky, soft sheath of the centaur's lance, taking turns rising and falling on the noble, mature, and exquisite head.

Asmodeus enjoyed the service, leisurely examining the terms of defeat in his hand.

In reality, the so-called negotiations on terms of defeat were entirely at his discretion.

After all, Brundor's military strength has been completely destroyed by Castelia, and Lady Alice of Brundor and the new Baroness of Gruul have both been defeated and turned into docile female slaves.

These two territories have completely fallen into his hands, and he can decide their fate as he sees fit.

However, the basic formalities still need to be followed, lest the church members cause trouble.

The terms of defeat, drafted by Deffie, were very detailed and clear, essentially meaning that both territories would be completely taken over.

The terms of the defeat were divided into five clauses.

1. Brendor and Gruul were defeated and annexed by Castellane, with Lady Alice of Brendor and the newly appointed Baron Dolores of Gruul acting as their administrators.

Second: Brundor shall compensate Castella with 30,000 gold dirhams, and Gruul shall compensate with 20,000 gold dirhams.

Third: The Knights of the Dawn and the Viscount's Royal Guard Knights of Brendor merged into a single knightly order, which was led by Asmod, the Knight Commander of Castellania, with Dolores remaining as the leader.

Fourth: Alice and Dolores are not allowed to establish any other military forces besides their respective personal guard knights.

Fifth: Castella will send the Purple Nightingale Knights to the two territories, and Lady Alice and Baron Dolores will be required to travel to Castella's castle every month to report on the situation.

The five terms of defeat were detailed and clear, and were indeed established according to his instructions.

The original plan was to annex these two territories as vassals to avoid arousing the vigilance of surrounding territories and triggering an encirclement.

However, after a little consideration, he abandoned the idea of ​​vassalage and directly annexed the territory, thereby provoking several border counts in the surrounding area to spontaneously form an encirclement.

After all, among these border lords, only a handful of territories possess military strength comparable to that of the Earl of Dorne. Currently, Castellania has two Princess Knights, one Pike Phalanx Legion, and two hundred longbowmen, which is enough to defeat these border earls.

Moreover, there is a rapidly expanding horde of calamity beasts in the Ancaru Forest, with nearly three hundred armed male centaur cavalrymen alone. A single charge by these three hundred strong and robust centaur cavalrymen, clad in chainmail and iron-inlaid leather armor, would be enough to crush the military forces of any border territory.

He wasn't worried about whether these border territories would be provoked into forming an encirclement.

After all, once they had taken down Brendor and Gruul, they had no choice but to form an encirclement.

The Earldom of Dorne, Brendor, and Gruul are three extremely important grain-producing areas among these already barren frontier territories.

This entire Scalante Electorate, a border territory relying on the Ancaru Forest, includes the four territories of Castria, Dorne, Brendor, and Gruul, plus five other border domains, totaling nine border territories with a combined area of ​​approximately 300,000 acres.

Only three territories—Dorn, Berenstain, and Brendor—are surrounded by other territories and border the Ruva River, possessing fertile farmland and a stable environment unaffected by the Beastmen.

Therefore, after the Earldom of Dorne and the Viscountdom of Brendor were taken over, these border territories, which are mostly forested and frequently invaded by wild beastmen, needed to purchase food from these three territories. If Castella cut off the food trade, it would be easy for food shortages to occur and cause panic.

Of course, the most anxious one was Bernstein. This earldom, sandwiched between Gruul and Dorne, had nearly 30,000 acres of fertile land, but due to the earl's cowardice and incompetence, its military strength was only comparable to that of Brendale.

After Gruul is annexed, his countdom, caught in the middle, is likely to be the first to be swallowed up if war breaks out.

Therefore, once Deiffel drafted this defeat clause, these border territories had no choice but to organize an encirclement.

"Well done." Asmodeus patted the elegant and graceful mature lady under the desk, her head bobbing slightly, and then gently stroked her elegant updo.

"Ugh... U ...

After a round of brutal galloping, the rampaging, savage centaur lancers, after slamming the elegant and beautiful noblewoman's creamy, white, and honeyed breasts, causing milk to splatter everywhere, finally erupted the first scalding torrent of passion in the manor between her tender, sweet lips and tongue.

The noble and elegant lady's heart-shaped eyes rolled upwards as the scalding white fluid erupted, splashing out thick white fluid from her soft, ripe breasts and staining the plump, creamy breasts of the two knights with sticky white fluid.

"Oops! I'm so sorry! I couldn't catch it completely!"

As punishment for not fully accepting the sudden flash flood, this elegant and graceful noblewoman was subsequently stripped of her luxurious and elegant light blue deep-V dress by Asmodie. Her plump, mature, and glossy flesh, exuding a sweet and sensual fragrance, was forced to stand before Asmodie as an apologetic bitch.

Chapter 74 The Maid's Cleaning Work

Defiant, as the noblewoman secretary who once planned the economic and policy system for Lord Chris of Dorne, laid the foundation for the Lord's wealth with her economic policies.

Economic and political strategies, including controlling river trade and leveraging a wealthy economic foundation to control the Knights of Dorne, were all proposed by her.

This is why Chris, that greedy and incompetent fat pig Earl, was able to turn the wealthy Earl of Dorne into such a powerful force.

However, in reality, if she were not also a noblewoman under the Earl of Dorne, and if the previous Earl of Dorne had not been a calm and gentle old lord who had been kind to her, she would have been too lazy to support Chris, this greedy and incompetent Earl.

This is why, even though Chris was extremely attracted to her and would invite her to every dinner party under various pretexts, he never dared to use force or coercion after being ignored every time he tried to chat her up.

After all, although Chris wasn't the sharpest brain, he could still tell the difference between a money tree and a fleeting three minutes of pleasure.

However, it was precisely because of her role in drafting economic policies for Chris that Defiant became quite familiar with Alice, Dolores, and Veronica, and the four of them often enjoyed afternoon tea together.

Although the economic policies of the river trade were detrimental to the interests of Brendor and Gruul, this was entirely Chris's fault. After all, Defiance's original policy was for all three parties to develop the river trade together in order to grow stronger, but the greedy Count Chris only wanted to squeeze out the last bit of profit.

If it weren't for Deffie's skillful negotiation that deliberately preserved some rights for Brendale and Gruul, Chris would probably have suffered even more.

At the same time, this has also produced a rather counterintuitive phenomenon.

The noble and beautiful Lady Veronica is already a widow, the elegant and intellectual Lady Alice in white silk is a widow, and the proud and charming Lady Dolores in black silk is also a widow. The elegant and beautiful mature noblewoman Deffie is Chris's secretary, and her identity is equally intriguing.

However, these four women, one with a hot and alluring body, one with mature breasts and a smooth, juicy appearance, one with mature and alluring buttocks, and one with a mature and soft, gourd-shaped body, are all pure virgins. Not to mention being possessed by any man, even their elegant hands have never been touched by any man.

However, at present, these four noble ladies have all been completely defeated by Asmodian, and have been completely violated and possessed by this savage male centaur, becoming the spoils of this arrogant centaur.

"Oh my god~~ It's so full?~~~ I'm so sorry?~ Ugh... I'm...~ Ugh... I'm an incompetent... female slave noblewoman??~~"

In the aristocratic room filled with the delicate fragrance of mature women, the seductive and alluring moans of spring shattered the elegant facade of this beautiful and mature noblewoman. The maids passing by the door listened to the spring moans overflowing from the room, enough to make any female fall on the spot. Their soft and plump, fragrant flesh gushed out sweet nectar, and their gentle and dignified faces flushed with intoxicated rosy hues.

As maids in this slave manor, they, like the noble ladies and knights in the manor, now only wore glossy, translucent white bodysuits that covered their tender, soft, white, gourd-shaped bodies, with extremely thin, hollowed-out lace aprons that served only as aprons.

Two plump, soft breasts, adorned with rich, creamy milk, swayed and collided with each step of their feet, which were clad in black platform maid stilettos and white silk stockings. Underneath their pristine white halter-neck lace aprons and wrapped in smooth, glossy white bodysuits resembling ripe, sweet cream, the breasts created waves of soft, creamy milk.

With each descent of their fragrant, soft, and creamy white silk maid feet, their plump, white silk buttocks, completely encased in translucent, glossy white bodysuits, seemed to be coated with ripe, soft milk honey, and rippled and collided with each other, creating waves of ripe, soft, creamy white silk buttocks with elegant and graceful steps.

As the white-silk maids of this manor, they not only need to maintain the cleanliness and hygiene of the manor on a daily basis, as well as the daily lives of Asmodée and the noble ladies, but also, after Asmodée has finished enjoying those noble ladies and knights, these gentle and beautiful white-silk maids need to clean the love marks left on Asmodée's ferocious beast.

After the wedding banquet of the three newlywed brides and the mature and elegant lady Deffie, they would enter the room and, with dignified and elegant manners, bend their soft and graceful white silk waists, raising their soft, white silk maid buttocks, which were completely filled with milk and cream, in an elegant arc, and swaying their soft and fragrant white silk buttocks in front of Asmodie as they carried out the cleaning work.

During this time, whether Asmody was riding and ravaging their soft, fragrant buttocks from behind, or sliding his large hands into their white silk aprons to grasp their sweet, soft breasts and enjoy them at will, these women, who had long since become Asmody's personal maids, would only obediently provide him with the most attentive service and diligently fulfill their duties as maids.

Of course, the consequence of doing so is that sometimes, a group of ten maids not only cannot completely clean up the scene, but also adds another ten or so maids to the already messy scene covered with love marks, their soft, tender white silk buttocks filled with thick white fluid.