Blood Emperor Throne

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With a light flick of her jade-like fingers, her luxurious and elegant light blue deep-V lace gown slid down her snow-white skin, completely exposing her plump, round, and alluring breasts and buttocks to the maids and knights present, adding an aphrodisiac and seductive atmosphere to the morning scene.

Her two plump, bell-shaped breasts, resembling semi-solidified cream and honey, were completely exposed beneath the openwork dress-like garment. The two sweet, pinkish-red fruits, exuding a milky fragrance, rippled softly with each sway of her plump breasts, much like milky cherries.

Her slender waist, unlike her plump, rounded body, was rather full and graceful, showing that she had taken good care of herself while maintaining the softness and delicacy of a noblewoman.

The glossy, high-waisted black pantyhose hugged her soft, slender waist, concealing a hint of alluring, mature flesh, while simultaneously adding a touch of mature, seductive charm to her already alluring and sophisticated lady-like appearance.

Whenever she strides forward in her elegant, glossy black stockings, her delicate and alluring black stockings hooking onto her sexy black ankle rings with red crystals and pointed heels, her two mounds of flesh, wrapped in glossy black stockings, appear as if they were two ripe, plump mounds coated with sweet chocolate cream, swaying, rolling, and colliding, creating waves of incredibly soft and alluring stocking-clad buttocks.

This alluring and mature duchess was like a walking succubus queen in black stockings; her perfectly rounded, juicy breasts, like ripe, plump gourds, and her captivating, seductive charm were simply breathtaking.

That would be enough to make any lowly male creature fall at the feet of her alluring, mature black silk crystal high heels, becoming her most loyal servant, yearning to be lifted up by her with a haughty and contemptuous posture and trampled on.

"You should arrive around this afternoon or evening. Countess Castella and Knight Commander Asmodeus are ready to welcome you," Diana said softly as she stepped forward, wearing a magnificent and elegant light blue halter-neck backless dress.

At first glance, this light blue halter dress seemed no different from the one Orisa had worn before. However, after the maid helped Orisa change into this light blue dress, the extremely revealing, even seductive and alluring, light blue silk dress was fully exposed.

The original light blue dress only had two thin silver ribbons that wrapped around her fair neck, barely covering her two soft, plump breasts.

But right now, these two slender silver straps are merely holding up two light blue silk skirts that can barely cover the two plump, white, ripe peach breasts. Rather than holding them up, it's more like these two light blue silk gauzes are hanging on the fragrant, soft peach blossoms like milk curtains. They would almost slip off after the two plump, white breasts sway a few times.

Furthermore, the upper part of this light blue halter dress consisted entirely of only two barely slender light blue ribbons, barely the width of a palm. Apart from the white lace cutouts between these ribbons, there was nothing else covering her, fully displaying her voluptuous and well-maintained figure.

The opening, which was originally open at the back, went all the way up to her two plump, soft, and fleshy buttocks, which resembled ripe, soft, and moist peaches. The black silk stockings that exuded a noble fragrance and shimmered with a rich, oily sheen swayed with every step she took, creating soft, creamy waves beneath the silk dress.

The originally high-slit gown now only has a sheer, openwork lace adorned with rose carvings barely covering it. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Only two silky, smooth, light blue silk skirts remained, like two light and close-fitting gauze curtains covering her plump, peach-shaped buttocks, which were as plump and round as ripe cream peaches, outlining a honey-moist, plump peach curve that could arouse any male creature.

The Duchess, now dressed in this extremely revealing light blue halter-neck dress, seemed less like she was going to discuss cooperation with others and more like a charming noblewoman preparing to exchange her ample breasts and curvaceous hips for some benefits that would be advantageous to her.

In fact, in a sense, that is indeed the case.

After reading the terms of defeat for Brendor and Gruul, Orisa has given up on the idea of ​​raising Asmody, the big wolfhound, and instead has developed a rather unusual idea for playing with it.

In the raunchy tales sung by those wandering poets in the taverns late at night, those noble and charming ladies, for the benefit of their husbands or their own territories, would adorn themselves with alluring and mature charm, and step on the erect and muscular genitals of the negotiators under the negotiating table with their noble and seductive high heels and silk stockings, hoping to exchange for more favorable benefits.

This kind of dynamic, between the alluring duchess and this wild and arrogant wolfhound, is quite feasible, isn't it?

Chapter 86 The Duchess's Alluring Dinner

As the Duchess's carriage and her accompanying knights set off for Castellia at dawn,

A letter, escorted by two Purple Nightingale Knights, was delivered to Asmodie, who was in the Princess Knight Manor.

This letter, also bearing the Duchess's seal, has a pale purple cover that exudes a captivating, alluring fragrance reminiscent of a vibrant purple rose, and is imprinted with a pale purple lipstick.

The ambiguous red lips on the book cover, the vibrant purple openwork lace binding the envelope, and the alluring fragrance of roses alone are enough to make one's mouth dry.

Not to mention, in the center of the bright purple lip print on the envelope, there was also the signature of Orisa Collenfeld, the Duchess renowned for her charm and allure throughout the Duchy of Bordeaux and even the entire impoverished borderlands.

The wife of a grand duke, a charming, noble, and alluring mature beauty, has not only sent a letter in person but has also left this extremely ambiguous lip print.

This level of courtesy is unparalleled in the entire Grand Duchy of Bordeaux and even in this border region.

“Interesting…” Asmodeus sat upright at his desk, resting his chin on his hand, his dark eyes quietly examining the envelope in his hand.

The messenger was brought by the White Rose Princess Knight, who was first sent to Castellia by the Duchess, and then forwarded to the Princess Knight Manor by the Purple Nightingale Princess Knight.

He casually unwrapped the envelope, and unsurprisingly, what slipped out was not only a letter bearing a faint, alluring purple lipstick mark, but also a soft, rustling sound.

However, what slipped out of the letters was not the same black spaghetti strap lace thong panties that had previously exuded a mature, lingering fragrance of purple roses.

Instead, a black and red openwork lace choker, exuding a touch of sensuality, hung softly from the letter, accompanied by a delicate platinum chain that rustled as it slipped out of the envelope. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and is omitted from the translation.)

This black and red openwork lace choker is engraved with a bright red openwork rose pattern, and is attached to a small platinum lock ring. At the end of the platinum lock ring, a pendant adorned with a bright purple crystal hangs softly, indicating the purpose of this lace choker, which is obviously to be used to connect to the platinum chain.

The seemingly elegant and beautiful messages conveyed in the letters, upon closer inspection, are extremely seductive and even comparable to love letters between lovers, enough to make any male's blood boil.

[To the Knight Commander of Carcassonne:]

Greetings, esteemed Knight Commander. I apologize for any inconvenience my visit may cause.

"I will be staying for three days. During these three days, I would be grateful if you, Commander Knight, could provide me with personal protection and guidance on my travels in Castella."

The purpose of this visit is to intertwine the interests of Bordeaux and Castellía, and to bring complementary trade and commerce to meet the future development and needs of both territories.

[Aside from trade, development, and trade routes, I am the wife of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux, the current head of the Collenfeld family, and the president of the Platinum Rose Trading Company.]

[I also hope that, in a private moment of leisure, while enjoying tea with the dashing and handsome Knight Commander, we can have a thorough and detailed discussion in a peaceful manner about the future cooperation between Castella and the Grand Duke of Bordeaux.]

[At the same time, I would also like to have a more detailed discussion with the valiant and respected Knight Commander regarding the development of trade routes between the Drow elves.]

If the conditions and resources offered by the Knight Commander are indeed very generous and substantial, then I will repay them with equally abundant rewards and compensation.

[Respectfully submitted by Orissa Collenfeld, Duchess of Bordeaux]

After reading through the letters, Asmodeus's lips curled into a slight, amused smile.

interesting……

Aside from the slightly ambiguous wording, this letter was no different from the one Orisa had given him before; the only difference was that the expressions of love in the letter were even more flirtatious.

But for him, the letter conveyed two messages at a deeper level.

First, this duchess is intelligent and has the foresight of a competent businesswoman.

If her original plan was simply to come here out of boredom to seek pleasure and love, and incidentally support a force that had taken root on the border as a pawn...

Upon witnessing Castellania's acquisition of the territories of Brundor and Gruul, the Duchess, unlike the foolish and greedy nobles, was not short-sighted. She also recognized that the infighting and division between Brundor and Gruul was not merely a facade, and her strategy changed accordingly.

The original plan to leverage the influence and resources of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux to infiltrate and control Castellía has instead transformed into investing in and betting on Castellía.

This leads to the second piece of information: the Duchess's purpose in coming to Castella may not have been as simple as seeking pleasure and incidentally supporting her power.

In the letter, she deliberately mentioned her family, the Corenfels, and her status as the head of the family and the person in charge of the Platinum Rose.

Someone of this caliber wouldn't need to personally invest in Castella. Even if she were seeking love, given her status as a duchess, she wouldn't need to come to this remote border region.

This deduction, combined with previous speculations and the Duchess's deliberate contact with the drow elves, has allowed Asmodian to roughly grasp the implications.

The Duchess's position or interests must have been threatened, to the point that someone of her status needed to expand her influence in the borderlands, or to try unconventional tactics as a Drow Elf assassin.

Who could possibly threaten a duchess?

The answer was already vaguely clear; Asmodeus only needed to make contact with the Duchess and then respond to the call of duty.

This point will also become a key factor in his ability to gain the initiative in negotiations with the Duchess.

After deciphering the message in the letter, Asmody casually set it down, letting the letter with its vibrant purple lipstick flutter lightly under his hand.

The letter, stained with a touch of lipstick, slowly fell into the bright red, thin-strapped, openwork lace panties, which were already soaked with sticky, glistening female nectar, and became stained with honey stains from the fragrant female nectar.

Beside them, a pair of pure white, transparent crystal strappy stiletto wedding shoes, already filled with thick, sticky white paste, lay scattered haphazardly on the wooden floor, mixed with a pair of black strappy red-soled stiletto sandals, also soaked in thick white paste.

Under the desk, there were the haughty and alluring mature knight Dolores, the gentle, intelligent, and noble widow Alice in white silk, the elegant and graceful mature noblewoman Defiant, and the two beautiful and mature blonde knight sisters.

Right now, their faces, whether noble and charming, gentle and elegant, or exquisite and mature, are all adorned with a seductive spring charm. Each of them holds up their plump, soft, fragrant breasts or moist, sweet breasts, wrapping them around the fierce and monstrous lance, half-exhaling their sweet, soft, and smooth tongues to prepare for the lance's next charge.

The sounds emanating from their soft, sweet lips were no longer haughty and elegant, but rather wisps of sensual, sweet, aphrodisiac white mist and seductive, soft moans of spring.

A pair of alluring eyes, hidden beneath a lace blindfold, had been stained with slave markings, transforming into the shape of a docile female slave's peach heart. Between their trembling, moist, silky buttocks and plump, ripe buttocks, thick, warm white fluid, like flowing, sticky milk, slowly overflowed from their steaming, fragrant, mature buttocks.

The charming duchess was unaware that Asmodeus's control over these defeated female slaves far exceeded her expectations.

As the Duchess's luxurious carriage slowly entered the Castle of Castellane, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, her alluring, glossy black stockings, draped with succulent, voluptuous silk, and her delicate, exquisitely beautiful feet, adorned with alluring black anklets and pointed high heels with red crystal rings, stepped into this castle, where all the women were Asmodie's exclusive slaves.

This charming and alluring duchess, with her plump breasts, buttocks, and honey-like flesh, was unaware that a three-day orgy of seductive flesh-filled feast targeting her, along with a defeat banquet in which the entire Platinum Rose Princess Knights were seduced, was about to begin, drawing back the pink curtain.

However, for this alluring woman who allowed Asmodeus to freely fondle her intoxicatingly fragrant, glossy black-stockinged feet upon their first meeting, this three-day-long debauchery might more like a generous bargaining chip provided by Asmodeus.

Chapter 87 Aromatic Dinner (Moving finished, updates resume as normal!)

"What a special dinner!"

Stepping off the carriage, the charming duchess, upon entering the castle, immediately sensed a seductive and alluring atmosphere that made her feel soft, languid, and sensual.

This lord's castle, which nominally belonged to Countess Osalia of Castella, was populated entirely by women, from maids and nobles to servants and knights. Moreover, all these women exuded a captivating and alluring charm, their seductive eyes and words brimming with a mesmerizing allure. Every single one of them was an exquisite beauty.

It seems that while Osalia is nominally still the Countess of Castella, in reality, she and the Countess have long been considered the possessions of Knight Commander Asmody?

Orissa gently waved her lace folding fan, her smoky purple lips curving into a seductive arc. Her alluring, mature black stockings lightly hooked her black and red crystal-encrusted anklets and pointed high heels as she gracefully stepped forward, completely disregarding the mature, feminine fragrance that permeated the castle, enough to make any woman's flesh soften and the faint, seductive, and alluring moans echoing within.

For her, her first purpose in coming here was to reach an agreement with Asmodé, and her second purpose was to find a loyal wolfhound that could satisfy her needs.

Judging from the current situation, this large wolfhound may be an extremely arrogant and savage male centaur. Will this noble, beautiful, and charming duchess be forcibly taken and violated by this arrogant and savage male centaur, turning her into a female slave who cannot live without him, or will she tame this proud and strong male centaur into a docile horse that lies prostrate at her beautiful feet in her gorgeous silk and crystal high heels?

For Orisa, as long as her first and second objectives for coming here were achieved, Asmodian, this arrogant centaur, was not one of those fat, rabid mating dogs that would go berserk at the sight of such a seductive beauty.

So for her, there was not much difference between the two. She didn't mind being forcefully and violently pressed down on her by this arrogant and savage centaur, who held her voluptuous, plump, and oily-haired body and ravaged her, causing her eyes to roll back and her silk-clad feet to tremble and sway wildly.

She wouldn't mind trampling this arrogant and robust centaur under her alluring feet, clad in glossy black silk and lustrous crystal high heels, and ravaging him into a loyal male dog with a haughty and contemptuous queenly demeanor.

To be more precise, as long as Asmodée can achieve her first goal, this charming duchess wouldn't mind giving him some special rights and favors in addition to providing him with generous rewards.

"Is this the castle where the three-day banquet will be held?"

When Orissa, a voluptuous and mature noblewoman clad in two layers of glossy, oily silk, walked lazily and charmingly through the castle gates and arrived at the banquet hall...

Her alluring, clear eyes swept over the banquet hall, which, compared to the Earl of Dorn's extravagant banquet, emphasized elegance and poise. A touch of languid spring charm appeared in her clear eyes.

This elegant and dignified castle banquet hall is divided into two floors: the second floor is a rest room, and the first floor is a banquet hall.

The banquet hall is paved with pure white granite, with exquisite patterns carved into the granite and gilded edges, giving it an elegant and dignified appearance.

The banquet hall was decorated with exquisite food and pastries, as well as various wines, fruits and vegetables.

What caught Orissa's eye was that one side of the banquet was filled with roasted ribs, honey roasted meat, cheesecake, cream stew, fresh milk, and various livestock products, most of which were clearly from Gruul.

On the other side, there were more mellow and elegant wines, wheat bread, vegetable salads, fried and grilled fish, and many other foods that could only be obtained in places with abundant grain production.

On the middle row of tables, there were also many fragrant roasted venison chops, stewed meat, purple honey pastries from the Drow elves, and luxury items such as red wine.

What appeared to be an ordinary three-table setting was, in the eyes of the shrewd and far-sighted Duchess Orissa, a demonstration of Asmodée’s control over the territory.

The products of the drow elves were naturally traded goods imported by the neighboring Earl of Dorne. This meant that Asmodian had not only completely controlled the wealthy and vast Earl of Dorne, but had also successfully established trade routes with the drow elves.

As for the extent of trade between the two sides, that's for Orisa to guess.

The products of animal husbandry, such as roasted pork chops and honey roasted meat, as well as staple products of abundant grains, such as wheat bread, vegetable salads, and fried fish, are not found in Castellania, nor in the Earldom of Dorne, so they are naturally products of Brendor and Gruul.

With just these three dining tables, Asmodel had already demonstrated to her that he had gained terrifying control over the territories of Brundor and Gruul just days after his defeats.

Beside the banquet tables, maids dressed in extremely revealing and revealing light gauze maid outfits, with their soft, slender stockings and high heels, moved back and forth in the banquet hall, providing various convenient services for the guests of this banquet.

However, these maids moving about the banquet hall were not wearing elegant, ankle-length black and white maid dresses.

Or rather, on their exquisitely slender, white, and alluring flesh, all that remained were backless halter-neck lace aprons that served only a purely erotic purpose, a touch of white lace maid hair ornament, lace maid leg rings, and halter-neck stockings and round-toed high-heeled maid stilettos wrapped in high-slit, glossy silk bodysuits—these could serve as the symbols of their maidhood. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

The thin, lace maid aprons that barely reached their waists not only completely exposed the maids' voluptuous waists, which were covered in various shiny, sheer bodysuits, but also their smooth, white backs.

The snow-white breasts, fragrant and moist, wrapped in the glossy silk bodysuit, were completely exposed from both above and below, making it easy for others to reach in and fondle their smooth, soft breasts at any time.

The extremely revealing lace suspender maid aprons, with their lace-trimmed hems, barely covered their soft, tender, and moist lower abdomens wrapped in glossy silk bodysuits. The tight-fitting, glossy bodysuits accentuated their soft, moist vulvas, leaving only a thin suspender with openwork triangular lace to slightly reveal their plump, juicy camel toes.

As for their soft, oily buttocks, which were covered only by a few thin apron lace straps, every time they bent over or stood on their high heels, their tender, soft buttocks, which were deeply encased in a thin waist strap that outlined a soft, honey-like peach heart shape, were fully exposed to the public.

Compared to their glossy silk bodysuits and the almost purely erotic, waist-length, thin-strapped, openwork lace panties, their lace aprons, draped like light, honeyed curtains, served as their last line of cover.

But as their soft, slender legs, encased in pure white, sheer stockings and glossy black pantyhose, fluttered with each step they took, hooking onto their high-heeled, round-top maid stilettos, their lower abdomens glowing with peach-colored allure and their moist, peach-like cleavage were exposed to the world.

Despite their revealing and provocative aprons and glamorous attire, these maids—whether beautiful, innocent, or mature—showed no shame or embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, they maintained the smooth running of the banquet with elegant and graceful manners.

Needless to say, the only duty these maids will have left for the rest of their lives is to serve Asmodal.

In the Carolant Empire, this was undoubtedly a good thing. After all, compared to those nobles and lords who were fat, bloated, and ugly, Asmodie, this noble, valiant, strong, tall, and gentle master, was the perfect master that many maids dreamed of serving for their entire lives.

Those who could enter the castle to serve Asmodeus were all spoils of war that Asmodeus had plundered from these greedy and lewd nobles. They were all high-quality maids and beauties who had been selected by Catherine and had not been touched by nobles and lords.

If they became maids of those fat, swine nobles, they were called maids, but in reality, they were no different from the personal property of the lord. No matter the occasion, they were nothing more than tools for the lord to use at will for his sexual gratification. If the lord was in a good mood, he might even throw them into a crowd of wild beasts to be violated and ravaged just for a moment of pleasure.

In Asmodal, this heroic, handsome, strong, and tall lord not only treated them well, but also never had any perverted or twisted fetishes. In fact, if this lord were to favor them, he could make them fall under his violent and savage onslaught, their eyes rolling back in spring, their cries of pleasure becoming soft and weak, their bodies completely transformed into the shape of Asmodal.

It could be said that becoming a maid in Asmodé was the best fate for these maids.

So even with such revealing and sexy attire, they had no complaints whatsoever. On the contrary, whenever they walked through the banquet in their plump and soft silk stockings and high heels, their watery eyes would sparkle with hearts, longing for how Asmodie would then take over and enjoy them.

In the center of the banquet hall, a granite floor adorned with carved white rose patterns and covered with luxurious plush carpets served as a dance floor for ladies to dance together.

For the charming and alluring Duchess Orissa, the lavish dance floor was one of her favorite parts of the banquet. However, since she had never found a sexual partner that satisfied her, she never danced with anyone, not even her nominal husband.

On both sides of the hall are winding staircases, also made of marble, leading to the viewing balcony and private lounges on the second floor. However, these lounges are only slightly draped with sheer curtains, and soft lighting fills the lounges.

Although it's called a rest room, the furnishings inside are indeed an extremely ambiguous pale purple, and for some reason, there are still Gothic-style mattresses and wardrobes specifically for changing clothes in the rest room, even though the door curtain of this rest room is just a transparent gauze curtain.

The viewing balcony was even more enchanting. It consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows that were completely transparent on all four sides, allowing a direct view from every corner of the banquet hall. Furthermore, there were several platinum chains hanging from the ceiling above these windows, with one end of each chain connected to platinum handcuffs and a rubber collar. Rather than a viewing platform, it was more like a stage for people to witness sexual intercourse.

Chapter 88 The Lady's Evening Gown (4k!)