Blood Emperor Throne

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At this time, their soft, tender feet in black platform maid heels and white stockings, or their fragrant, white stockings in pure white strappy sandals with transparent crystal stilettos, would be soaked and violated by thick, sticky white fluid.

These maids, who had been ravaged into a puddle of soft, fragrant mud, would then be punished by serving as Asmodie's personal maids for three days and nights as punishment for their dereliction of duty in front of him.

"Eeeeeee?~~"

With another seductive and coquettish cry, Defiant, the noble and beautiful secretary who was renowned for her beauty throughout the Earldom of Dorne, was...

After Asmodie once again slammed down on her strong, muscular waist, causing her soft, juicy breasts to ripple with waves of tenderness, she was once again ravaged in front of her three restrained, married-lady friends. Her eyes rolled upwards in a daze, and her half-open, juicy lips exuded a mature, feminine fragrance.

At this moment, the noble and mature lady's flesh, which was so greasy and shiny that it looked as if it had been fished out of a spring of aphrodisiac, was basically reduced to a torn, glistening waist-length, hip-hugging pantyhose.

Her ripe, milky breasts, rippling like papaya waves, and her soft, trembling buttocks, glistening with oily threads, were constantly oozing milky nectar. This mature, alluring flesh of a noblewoman had completely lost her former elegance and feminine dignity as a noblewoman.

Two mounds of milk were like concentrated, ripe papaya milk filled with the rich, creamy aroma of marshmallows; the fat and soft meat shreds were like semi-solidified milk and fat; and the plump, smooth, and glutinous feet of a noblewoman were wrapped in the glossy, ripe meat shreds.

After being brutally violated by Asmody once again, she had completely become Asmody's personal luxury item, which he could use at will.

"Ughhhhhh~~~ I'm filled up again?~~ Glug glug~~"

The mature and alluring noblewoman Deffie, now positioned as a submissive female, could only stand before her elegant and beautiful friend Veranica, her two plump, juicy mounds of flesh being pounded by Asmodie's strong and muscular waist, like two ripe, creamy peaches, trembling and swaying wildly, her juices splashing everywhere.

This noble and beautiful lady was roughly grabbed from behind by Asmodie, who grabbed her two jade hands, which were covered with long, light blue silk gloves. She was forced to prop herself up, and her two plump breasts, full of rich, sweet milk, swayed and trembled wildly in the midst of this storm, with drops of milk splashing everywhere.

On her soft, voluptuous belly, which accentuated the sensuality of a mature, elegant woman, the peach-heart-shaped sash, shimmering with a soft, peach-colored hue, was constantly shimmering with a mature, pinkish-purple hue.

The Lord of Pleasure's blessing doesn't just apply to the female knights who can serve as combatants.

In this manor, every female who is marked with a pink slave pattern will receive the same blessing.

Under the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure, their mature and delicate flesh becomes even more graceful and enchanting. Their already beautiful appearance becomes even more charming and alluring, and they also gain agility, flexibility, and other blessed attributes under the Lord of Pleasure's blessing.

In other words, at this moment, any of the females in the manor, whether a beautiful and elegant maid or a charming and noble lady, could be forced into extremely shameful splits by Asmodie, or bound to a suspension bridge with rough hemp ropes for an entire day.

"Gu yi yi yi??~~~Gu hou ou ou?..."

As the man behind her grabbed Defiance's hands and slammed her hips down, causing her two glistening mounds of flesh to tremble and sway with waves of oily, ripe flesh, her soft, sticky flesh and honeyed buds trembled as Asmody filled them into cream puffs once again amidst the extremely sticky, ripe sounds of water churning like honey.

At this moment, this noble and mature lady was no longer the same as the one who had controlled the finances and economic policies of the Earl of Dorne. Her eyes, which kept rolling upwards, her plump vulva, which was splattering with nectar, and her face full of seductive and lustful desire, had completely degenerated into a holster for Asmodée of Jiangbei to use at will.

"Ooh... Gurgle?~~"

With a soft, seductive moan from the mature noblewoman, who had already been used, Asmodie casually tossed her aside, leaving her softly tossed into a pool of floral nectar. Her two plump, rich, and fragrant breasts were crushed into two soft, creamy cakes on the floor.

"Gurgle?~~"

"Hmm?~~ Hmm?~~"

"Guha??~~Oh~~"

After Asmodie finished using the mature and alluring noblewoman Deffie, the three stunning noblewomen Veranica, Dolores, and Alice, who had experienced the storm-like and violent onslaught, were now completely limp and weak from being restrained by ribbons the entire time. Their honey-moistened white peach-shaped vulvas, tender and soft plump vulvas, and plump and soft widow's flesh vulvas were overflowing with nectar under their extremely seductive wedding dresses.

Blindfolded by lace blindfolds and with limbs bound by ribbons, Defiant's every wanton and unrestrained moan amplified the aphrodisiac charm of her mature and seductive sensuality, which was then transmitted to their ears. The already sticky and tender flesh of her mature body was so thoroughly soaked that even a gentle touch would cause it to exude a sweet and nectar-like fluid.

At this moment, after Asmodian had used Defiance, these three defeated brides became the next target of this man who resembled a savage and ferocious centaur lancer.

Chapter 75 The Widow's Black Stockings and Red High Heels

The elegant and luxurious noble room was now filled with messy love marks.

It looked like a completely chaotic mess after being violently ravaged by wild beasts.

The desk where the noble and beautiful widow of Bolot, Veranica, used to handle state affairs was now in disarray.

On the desk littered with documents, a bright red spaghetti strap lace dress exudes a sweet, mature fragrance, softly scattering across it.

On the dressing table where the lady usually did her daily grooming, there was also a mess. Two slender and delicate handprints and two soft, smooth, peach-shaped hazy marks remained on the transparent mirror, and a warm and sweet milky fragrance permeated the air.

At the entrance to the widow's room, sticky, fragrant floral nectar was slowly dripping down the luxurious cedar door.

Beneath the door frame, a pool of sticky, fragrant nectar had accumulated, and a vibrant red veil lay softly scattered within it.

In the noble room, filled with the aphrodisiac fragrance of mature women, the sweet and cloying scent of aphrodisiac permeated the air, mixed with the sticky sounds of water and the crisp slapping sounds.

A bright red ribbon soaked in spring nectar, a semi-transparent lace dress with lingering sweet, milky fragrance, elegant and delicate light blue crystal transparent strappy high heels, and bright red crystal high heels adorned with bright red lace rose patterns, all mixed with bright red delicate lace straps, scattered messily on the ground.

The luxurious and smooth nanmu wood flooring has accumulated pools of floral nectar and spring honey, with the fragrant nectar splashing everywhere.

Meanwhile, the noble and beautiful widow, Veronica, was currently being held high by a bright red ribbon, her long red silk gloves and jade hands posed in an extremely shameful and erotic split by a man behind her other than her deceased husband.

The man's warm, smooth hand grasped her beautiful, delicate, glossy red silk-stockinged foot as a handle, forcing her to lift her foot high in the luxurious, bright red high-heeled wedding shoe with its transparent straps and crystals. Her tender toes, adorned with bright red rose nail polish, trembled and curled up inside the semi-transparent bright red crystal high-heeled wedding shoe.

Her hot, alluring, and sexy flesh, compared to Asmodian's strong, tall, and muscular physique, was like a savage minotaur versus a beautiful noblewoman who had been defeated and captured.

Furthermore, this noble and beautiful lady in red silk, when she was captured and violated by this savage and violent minotaur, changed into this revealing, bright red lace wedding dress that was enough to arouse the desires of any male.

So much so that when Asmodeus's large hand gripped her alluring, glossy red silk-stockinged feet as a handle, she was essentially lifted up by Asmodeus's bright red silk stockings, forced into an extremely shameful and wanton split, a position of wanton indulgence and violation.

This raging centaur lancer used her, this noble and beautiful widow in red silk, as a rack for storing lances as it galloped and rampaged, constantly thrusting its strong body forward.

The already extremely revealing bright red openwork lace had been torn off and softly scattered on the ground in the nectar of spring, so that the ferocious centaur riding the lance had no last obstacle or barrier, and large swaths of fragrant and mellow nectar of spring splashed uncontrollably as the beast galloped.

The two soft, plump, and tender peach-like breasts were now roughly torn off by Asmodie, who had barely managed to cover them with the lace red gauze. They trembled like two soft, sweet peaches made of honey-smooth, creamy milk, and were kneaded by Asmodie's large hands into extremely soft, smooth, and fragrant balls.

"Goo-ooh?~~ Ugh-uh-uh??~~"

Soft, seductive moans escaped from the noblewoman's luscious red lips, which were gagged with a bright red gag. Her wine-red, heart-shaped eyes, hidden beneath a bright red lace blindfold, rose slightly under Asmodie's relentless onslaught, and waves of intoxicating, peach-colored desire surged and rippled like an endless tide of honey.

Her surrender clause, hanging before the soft, honeyed vulva, had been scattered to some unknown corner. The mellow, sensual lip print imprinted on it, like a smooth, jade-like valley, became the signature of this noble and beautiful widow's surrender clause.

In fact, regardless of whether she signed the terms of defeat or not, she, the defeated widowed noblewoman who had signed a slave contract with Asmodeus, had already been completely violated and possessed by this man as his property on the day of her deceased husband's funeral.

From that day on, this noble, beautiful, and alluring widow remained proud and elegant in public. Whenever she appeared in public wearing a pair of exquisite and alluring black silk stockings and red-soled black strappy heels, all the men present would drool and covet her beautiful and noble glossy black silk stockings.

With each step of those noble and arrogant black-stockinged, red-soled, high-heeled feet, the soft, glossy toes, adorned with red nail polish, would lazily tread onto the smooth black shoe surface, hooking the alluring black laces. The gap between the toes and the smooth black shoe surface, where the glossy black stockings exuded a faint rose fragrance, was enough to make those lowly men blush and collapse in defeat.

The mere sound of those long, elegant black stilettos swaying as they landed was enough to make any man present go dry at the sight of those alluring, seductive black-stockinged feet. They would kneel on the ground like lowly male servants who had committed a crime, yearning to be trampled and humiliated by this noble and beautiful lady with her languid, arrogant, and contemptuous demeanor, using those alluring, seductive black-stockinged, red-soled stilettos.

For this reason, a wealthy merchant from the Electorate of Narigas even spent a fortune of ten thousand gold dir at a banquet, just to have this beautiful and noble widow in black stockings change into a gorgeous and elegant black gauze dress, and to use her red-soled pointed-toe high heels and black stockings with glossy long black rose lace-trimmed suspenders to trample and ravage him with an arrogant and contemptuous attitude.

This request was naturally met with a dignified and aloof response from the elegant and beautiful lady, which infuriated the wealthy businessman.

However, these nobles and wealthy merchants who coveted her were completely unaware that her exquisite and beautiful feet were languidly draped in black and red high heels, their black stockings cascading gracefully.

At night, she would, with her languid and haughty queen-like allure in black stockings, entwine herself with those alluring, translucent, bright red crystal stilettos that exuded a subtle rose fragrance. With her noble, glossy black stockings, she would envelop Asmodie's ferocious beast within the crystal-heeled foot sockets formed by the bright red crystal stilettos and her smooth, glossy black stockings.

With the haughty grace of a queen, she punished the restless, arrogant, and seductive wolfhound who had just pinned her against the French windows, hoisting her up in her sexy, lustrous black stockings, and then ravaged her until she whimpered in pleasure. She rewarded him by filling her exquisite, vibrant red crystal stilettos with his thick, sticky semen.

Then, with a languid posture, she slipped her noble and beautiful glossy black silk-stockinged feet into these crystal red high heels, letting the sticky, hot, thick white fluid wantonly violate and desecrate her black silk-stockinged feet, which were coveted by countless nobles, wealthy merchants, and men.

Then, she would step into those alluring white/turbid crystal red high heels, letting her noble and beautiful black silk-stockinged feet soak in the thick, sticky white fluid, and with languid and charming elegant steps, go to attend the banquets of these nobles and wealthy merchants.

Chapter 76 The Defiled Red Wedding Dress

After Brendor and Gruul's defeat, the most attention was focused on what harsh terms Castella would propose in surrender.

Although the whole war was quite inexplicable and seemed to be just Castellana getting two territories by chance.

However, regardless of the outcome, the war ended with the defeat of Brundor and Gruul, and the final victory of Castellania.

Therefore, people were speculating about what harsh terms of defeat the usually weak and mild-mannered Castella would propose.

Should they annex both territories entirely, or should they only demand war reparations to avoid the nobles forming an encirclement?

However, some ambiguous rumors still circulated.

It is said that the elegant and intellectual widow in white silk stockings and the proud and charming knight in black silk stockings went to the Viscount's territory of Bolot to negotiate, using these two mature and alluring beauties as bargaining chips in the war, swaying their plump and ripe buttocks in a seductive and wanton manner under the negotiating table, begging for mercy.

However, this rumor only existed in the dirty jokes of bards at night and the lewd laughter in taverns; they didn't believe that Castella had the ability to conquer these two.

However, in reality, these ambiguous rumors were indeed wrong. But the mistake was not that Castella could conquer these two alluring mature beauties, but rather that Asmodie had already conquered them, and the negotiations never even began; he completely controlled the signing of the defeat terms.

Inside the opulent Viscount Bolot's room, the noble and beautiful widow, Veranica, dressed in an extremely revealing red bridal gown, was being held by Asmodeus, who was relentlessly ravaging her alluring, glossy red silk-stockinged high-heeled feet, as if she were a raging centaur.

"Ugh...uh ...

A series of high-pitched, delicate, and seductive cries mingled with the soft, alluring charm of the vixen. Asmodie grabbed her only support—her red silk heels—and lifted her into the air, turning the widow vixen into a suspended bridge for his use.

Her bright red lace gloves and jade hands were tightly bound with bright red ribbons and hoisted high. Asmodie held her two luscious and exquisite red silk-stockinged feet in his hands and defiled and played with them, using them as armrests to make her hot and sexy noblewoman's flesh, which was suspended in the air, slam against him, causing her honey-moist soft buttocks to tremble incessantly.

The noble and beautiful woman, now with her alluring and sexy body, had completely transformed into a suspended bell. Two glossy red straps wrapped around Asmodee's hard and solid marble-sculpted waist swayed with each of Asmodee's violent thrusts. Her red silk high heels, adorned with bright red wedding dress shoes, softly overlapped and joined together behind Asmodee, drawing seductive arcs of red silk feet in the air with a languid and alluring manner.

Those soft, moist, peach-shaped buttocks now served as the perfect cushion for Asmodian when he used the widowed duchess. Each time he grasped the duchess's alluring red silk and lifted her up, then slammed her down behind his back, even though her buttocks weren't the soft, ripe kind that'd been used during childbirth, they still created waves of soft, creamy, jelly-like flesh on Asmodian's firm waist.

Like a savage and ferocious centaur lancer, the fierce and monstrous lance would always stretch open those two soft and sweet flower lips to the maximum extent. Each time it galloped and thrust, it would ravage this noble and beautiful red-silk lady, causing her to raise her slender and fair neck involuntarily. Her two glossy red silk feet, hanging from Asmodie's waist, trembled incessantly, and her bright red wedding shoe was softly hooked between her crystal-clear and slender red silk toes.

The bright red crystal strappy heel, despite swaying uncontrollably with Asmodeus's increasingly ferocious galloping, still hung precariously from her red silk-clad feet that draped around Asmodeus's waist. It was as if, once the bright red crystal wedding heel touched the ground, this beautiful and charming widow would be completely reduced to a defeated female slave under Asmodeus's control.

"Gurgle...uh...oh...oh...oh..."

From Veranika's bright red lips, gagged with a bright red gag, sweet saliva dripped from time to time, mingling with soft, seductive moans. These seductive cries made the already ripe, honey-like flesh of the beautiful knight and the widowed female mage, who were also restrained by ribbons and placed to the side, even more tender and succulent.

Their alluring, heart-shaped eyes, hidden behind lace blindfolds, could only be vaguely seen through the gaps in the blindfolds. Asmodie's tall, strong waist was being stretched open by his powerful, savage centaur-like movements, revealing the captivating, glossy red silk of their noble and beautiful lady friends.

Each time that strong waist fell, their beautiful best friends, suspended high in the air, would let out increasingly seductive and delicate cries of spring. Their bright red tulle crystal high-heeled wedding shoes, under Asmodie's increasingly violent galloping and ravaging, were now completely hooked softly on Veranika's red silk feet.

The delicate, jade-like upper of the shoe has detached from the rounded, soft red silk arch of the foot. Under the extremely violent galloping and ravaging, only the red silk toes, adorned with bright red nail polish, remain at the laces between the crystal shoes.

This extremely seductive and wanton wedding scene, with its beautiful knight and widow mage who had long been violated and possessed by Asmodian and made his exclusive property, and their ripe, plump, black-stockinged vulvas and ripe, delicate white-stockinged vulvas, was completely a picture of overflowing flower juice, revealing their thin, T-shaped, waist-length, hollowed-out black lace and white lace with delicate white beads.

Soaked to the point of being extremely sticky, it seemed that with just a gentle pull from Asmodie, these two proud and alluring beauties would tremble and squirt out their nectar. Even just parting the black and white lace halter tops soaked in the nectar would likely reveal extremely sticky, silvery-white lines of fluid.

These two mature and alluring beauties, with their mobility restricted, their eyes covered, and their mouths gagged with bright red gags, were already in a state of primal ecstasy, ready to be impregnated by Asmody, simply imagining the extremely brutal and forceful insemination Asmody was about to unleash.

Compared to Dolores, who was humiliated and defeated in a single encounter and became a man's knight, and Alice, who was violated and enslaved by Asmodie in his tent, Veronica's relationship with Asmodie was much milder.

Despite this, the man coerced her, this noble and beautiful lady in black stockings, into violating and possessing her in her deceased husband's private estate, carrying her sexy and alluring glossy black stockings.

Furthermore, at her deceased husband's funeral, she was forced to wear a black veil as a widow and placed on her husband's coffin. The light, gauze-like veil was torn off, and she was violated and ravaged on her husband's coffin for an entire day, until her delicate vulva and soft, moist black silk clitoris were completely filled into a puff pastry in front of her husband's coffin.

However, this man fulfilled all his promises to her, including developing the Viscount Bolot, allowing her to bury her deceased husband, providing her with shelter, and at the same time returning the Viscount Bolot to her management and rule. All he asked of her was to possess her as a widow.

Even in matters of possession, this man, seemingly as ferocious as a wild beast, presents a handsome and meticulous demeanor in daily life. He is decisive and composed in political affairs and decision-making, never short-sighted.

This is practically impossible in the entire Carolant Empire. In wars between nobles, it is common for the defeated to be at the mercy of the victors.

Chapter 77 The Exclusive Female Knight's Beautiful Wife

Within the Carolant Empire, there is an unwritten rule that all nobles abide by.

That is, the defeated nobles enjoy all the rights that nobles should have, and the victors are not allowed to mistreat or insult them.

Moreover, defeated nobles and knights could be redeemed by their families with gold, and their personal safety had to be guaranteed during their imprisonment or captivity.

But, while these unspoken rules are one thing, whether or not one actually follows them is another. Mei didn't think about me, did she? Lin Zai Zai didn't...?

The victorious lord might be in a good mood and abide by this unspoken rule, or the victorious noble might have a grudge against you and would often arbitrarily abuse, insult, or even execute you.

If the defeated side has wives and daughters, then the wives and daughters of the defeated nobles, along with the royal guards, knights, and maids of the castle, will only be reduced to playthings and sex toys of the victors and will be violated at will.

Even if the victorious lords abide by the regulations, the rights of the defeated nobles are protected.

However, it wasn't uncommon for the defeated nobleman's beautiful and mature wife to bring her charming daughter to ransom him, only to be coveted by the victorious nobleman.

Under the coercion and threats of the victorious nobles, the beautiful and alluring wives of these defeated nobles would often, with a sense of humiliation and shame, lift their light and luxurious noblewoman's skirts in front of the victorious nobles, allowing these victors to press down on them and wantonly violate them in front of their husbands or fathers, their sexy and beautiful silks draped over their bodies.

As the victor, Asmodie was naturally free to enjoy these proud and beautiful mature bride slaves at will.

"Gurgle, oh oh oh?~~I'm...sorry?~~Ugh...I, this defeated...female slave knight??~~Gurgle, oh oh~~shouldn't I have proposed...the terms of rebuttal to you?~~~"

The soft, languid cries of defeat and apology mingled with the sticky, squelching sounds of honey being stirred in a coarse mortar, interspersed with the soft, fleshy sounds of ripe, creamy honey falling onto a hard, solid marble pavement.

However, the defeated, mature, alluring knight Dolores, clad in black stockings, was not in a humiliated state of being violated and ravaged by the man behind her.

Instead, she tilted her long, fair neck back, which was encircled by a black lace collar, and bent down her pair of fleshy, plump, and firm legs, which were wrapped in oily black pantyhose, showing off the voluptuousness and slender curves of the female knight. Her delicate black silk feet, which were hooked into gilded silver high-heeled wedding boots, were spread apart and knelt together on both sides of Asmodie's thighs.

This black-stockinged bride knight, who had been humiliated and violated by Asmody, was now extremely proactive in a rear-riding position. Her beautiful hands, covered in glossy black stockings and adorned with long black lace gloves, were hoisted high, exposing her plump, taut, glossy black-stockinged back to Asmody's eyes.

Two plump, soft, and juicy mounds, seemingly overflowing with the rich, creamy fragrance of ripe honey, pressed against Asmodian's firm waist, accompanied by the defeated female slave knight's seductive and decadent moans. The muscular, ferocious centaur lance was enveloped between her two plump, soft, and fragrant black-stockinged buttocks.

She rolled her oily black silk stockings back and forth, actively serving the ferocious beast that made her body succumb to lust and sensuality with just a gentle touch.

Judging from her wine-red eyes, overflowing with spring-like charm and constantly rolling upwards, beneath the hollowed-out black lace eye mask, and the delicate, alluring cries of spring that remained after the bright red gag was removed.

At this moment, this defeated female slave knight does not seem like a defeated female knight offering herself to a man after a humiliating defeat. Instead, she is a mature and alluring wife offering herself to her proud and charming master for the rest of her life at the wedding feast.

Faced with Asmodée's humiliating terms of defeat, Dolores instinctively tried to appeal and resist through negotiation.

Even though she had become a humiliated female slave, a beautiful dog-like knight, under this man's body, she was still trying to salvage a sliver of hope for Gruul's fate of being annexed.

In fact, she did not refute the humiliating terms of defeat, which stipulated that she and her Knights of the Dawn would be reduced to slave female knights at Asmodie's beck and call.

In the Carolant Empire, it was commonplace for defeated female knights to be reduced to spoils of war, subjected to arbitrary violation and abuse, or even used as sex toys and bargaining chips for free trading.

She, the defeated female slave knight and her Dawn Gold Knights, had initiated the war. Offering their noble and mature female knight bodies as an apology to this man after their defeat was the price they paid for their loss.

Moreover, Gruul's own fate was basically unaffected by this series of humiliating terms of defeat; she continued to rule in her place, and she did not have to worry about the control of the river trade from the Earl of Dorne, nor about the abundant trade in grain, forestry, furs, and medicinal herbs that she would receive after being incorporated into Castellane.

At the same time, it can export a large amount of livestock products produced within its territory to Castella and the Earldom of Dorne without having to worry about tariffs and trade routes.