Blood Emperor Throne

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"Hmm?~ Guh??~"

The charming duchess and the noble and elegant knight commander, at this moment, seemed like ladies enjoying afternoon milk tea together. Their sweet and smooth tongues stirred slightly as they revealed their ripe and soft lips, already filled with thick white fluid, to Asmodée.

Then, they raised their long, elegant necks, adorned with exquisite pendant necklaces, and with a slight sway, with the graceful demeanor of noblewomen savoring afternoon milk tea, they slowly swallowed the beast's raging fury.

When they opened their fragrant lips again, only a few sticky white lines of moisture and a wisp of aphrodisiac, sweet mist remained in their soft, sweet-smelling lips. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

"Well then, thank you for the afternoon tea, you beast!" The Duchess's heart-filled eyes gazed at Asmodeus, the beast that had once again raised its head in a ferocious rage, her alluring charm fully revealed.

This arrogant and savage wolfhound had already filled her twice and consumed so many Platinum Rose Princess Knights. Even the two second-in-command sisters of Daisanna's Guard Princess Knights were pressed against the French windows by this man, and later their delicate and soft buds were filled into cream puffs.

Right now, with this raging, savage fury, he had taken both her and Daisy's sweet, moist lips, making them his exclusive, noblewoman's lips. Having consumed so many female knights in one night, how could he still be filled with the wildness of a beast, seemingly without any fatigue?

Judging from the looks of it? This big wolfhound she chose will be able to satisfy this charming and alluring duchess, even if she attends several more seductive banquets that last for days or even a month.

"Now that afternoon tea is over," Asmodie urged his monstrous centaur lance, pressing it against the two alluring beauties' soft, sweet lips once more.

"Well, it's time for a proper meal."

A moment later, on the Gothic bed shrouded in a vibrant purple gauze, the dim candlelight illuminated the alluring lady with her plump breasts and ripe buttocks, and the voluptuous knight. With her voluptuous figure, she gracefully climbed her silk-stockinged hands onto the other's juicy, plump buttocks, placing them before the tall, strong man, awaiting his invasion and possession.

"You big wolfhound? Are you planning to violate me, this lady, first? Or will you violate the noble and elegant princess knight first?"

"Eek? ~ What a beast! ~ How dare he simultaneously violate both the Lady and me, the Commander of the Princess Knights? ~"

The alluring duchess and the noble, elegant knight commander, together with their graceful, silk-stockinged hands, parted each other's two mounds of ripe, moist, and fragrant silk.

The Duchess's ripe, soft, and fragrant peach-shaped abalone, her tender and smooth oily honey stamens, and the Knight Commander's oily, black-silk butterfly-shaped abalone, her soft and smooth black-silk fragrant stamens, were all exposed to the centaur lance that was about to unleash its furious charge.

Chapter 97 The Defeat of the Platinum Rose

"So, you arrogant beast, are you going to have your main course first, or continue enjoying afternoon tea with me, the Duchess of Bordeaux and the Commander of the Platinum Rose Knights?"

The Duchess's invitation carried the languid charm of spring and the alluring, haughty grace of a queen.

As the wife of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux, this charming duchess, if she were to extend an invitation with such alluring and mature charm, exuding the elegance and sophistication of a noblewoman, it would be enough to make countless nobles and lords within the Grand Dukedom of Bordeaux drool with desire.

However, this invitation from the Duchess is not as simple as an elegant afternoon tea.

To be more precise, the vibrant purple gauze curtains, the Gothic-style bed stained with glistening nectar and spring nectar, and the relaxation room filled with the sweet scent of ripe honey have absolutely nothing to do with an elegant afternoon tea atmosphere.

The main course that the Duchess invited Asmodie to enjoy was, of course, her plump, nectar-sucking abalone, already oozing with nectar, wrapped in glossy, fleshy stockings, and the mature, juicy, soft abalone, exuding a sweet, sensual aroma, hidden beneath glossy, translucent black pantyhose.

Two plump, ripe peach-shaped lobes and a honey-scented butterfly-shaped vulva were parted by the elegant and alluring silk-stockinged hands of the Duchess and the Knight Commander. Through the glossy, translucent flesh and black stockings, they pressed against each other, grinding against each other amidst the soft moans of the two mature beauties, creating sticky trails of nectar and making the feminine fragrance even sweeter and more mature.

The desserts outside of the main meal were naturally her two mounds of soft, ripe peach flesh, which looked like they were filled with sweet, creamy milk, and the two mounds of plump, ripe peach-shaped buttocks, which exuded a sweet, honeyed aroma and looked like soft, ripe peaches.

If Asmodie wanted to savor the desserts of this duchess and knight, he would need to use his ferocious, muscular beast to squeeze between their two plump, soft mounds of silk stockings, pressing against their tender, moist buds wrapped in silk stockings, and then, with a heavy slump and a thrusting motion, invade their tender, moist virgin buds, wrapped in silk stockings, into the beast's exclusive holster.

In response to the invitation from the charming and alluring duchess, Asmodé responded with a haughty and fiery masculinity.

As a tea snack before the main meal, Asmodie's ferocious, muscular, and fiery beast pressed against the two mature beauties' intertwined, soft, and oily abalone. The thick, ferocious beast's head was kissed by the two soft, ripe abalone, stained with sweet nectar. This also caused the arrogant and restless fiery beast to forcefully open its two soft, ripe abalone, squeezing between the two mature beauties' overflowing, soft, and oily abalone.

"Gulp? Since the Duchess has given the order, then I, Daisanna Durs, Commander of the Platinum Rose Princess Knights, will allow... Gulp? You savage centaur... to vent your filth as if you were assaulting a defeated princess knight...

The noble and elegant Queen of Knights, Daisanna, raised her long, slender neck, her bright red eyes, sparkling with alluring hearts, looking at Asmodie with the arrogance of a Queen bestowing a reward upon her knights.

This proud and elegant female knight commander, with her mature and alluring female knightly flesh, has never been touched even slightly by any male, let alone violated by a ferocious beast, merely through a layer of glossy, sheer black stockings, by the soft, moist, virgin butterfly-shaped vulva.

In response to the man's blasphemy, her two plump, juicy black silk stockings, resembling ripe, creamy peaches, trembled and rippled with the oily sheen of her black silk-stockinged buttocks before haughtily descending.

The ferocious beast that squeezed between the two mature beauties' oily, plump vulvas was completely enveloped by her soft, plump, and juicy butterfly vulvas through her glossy black stockings as Daisanna arrogantly lowered her black stockings. Amidst the sticky, honeyed sounds, the ferocious beast that was about to violate the Duchess was once again wrapped between the soft, oily, honeyed source formed by the two soft, plump vulvas.

"However... before violating Madam, you beast... you need to prove to me first that you have the means to take both me and Madam at the same time."

The Knight Commander's alluring and elegant face, though already brimming with the charm of spring, her bright red eyes overflowing with hearts, still exuded a haughty and seductive charm. Her plump, nectarine-shaped black knight stockings swayed with an arrogant and disdainful air.

The soft, moist butterfly-shaped abalone, wrapped in glossy black stockings, rubbed against the large, ferocious beast, and amidst the gurgling, sticky sounds, it stained the beast's massive body with the glistening nectar of a mature woman.

The ferocious beast, like a rampaging centaur lancer, grinded the sticky honey-like liquid with a gurgling sound, like a large stone pestle for juicing, stretching open the two plump, greasy labia between them. Under the gaze of the two beautiful and alluring women's seductive eyes, it pressed against their soft, delicate bellies through their silk stockings.

Even the proud and elegant female knight, when faced with this thick and ferocious lance, her incredibly sensual flesh softened and her juices flowed like a spring as her plump vulva was rubbed against it through her black stockings.

The mere grinding was already enough to resist her plump belly encased in oily black stockings. What if this thick, menacing lance were to penetrate and impregnate her legs?

Surely, the moment this beast spreads open her ripe, soft, butterfly-shaped vulva and formally violates her, the commander of the Princess Knights, she will be defeated and become a docile female Princess Knight under this ferocious beast's grasp?

Recalling how this man had pressed the Duchess against the transparent glass railing, subjecting her to a train-like, seductive assault, his thrusts repeatedly making her plump, soft, black-stockinged buttocks tremble and her nectar spill out, she finally understood why the Duchess, who had always looked down on any male, was so fond of this big wolfhound.

"Hmm?~~Then?~You ferocious beast?~Before you violate me, the wife of the Duke of Bordeaux?~First?~Turn this Princess Knight Commander into a docile female slave?~"

The Duchess's noble and alluring blue eyes sparkled with seductive hearts. Although her ripe, soft, and fragrant vulva was ready to be filled by this man once again, it was clear that he wasn't in a hurry to eat her, his main course, right now.

Asmodeus looked at the Knight Commander beneath him, whose face was flushed with desire and whose bright red eyes were sparkling with hearts, yet who still maintained a proud and elegant demeanor, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Then I will obey your orders, Madam."

With his two large hands, as if kneading a well-done dough, he grasped Daisanna's plump, peach-shaped black silk, which exuded the sweet fragrance of ripe female honey. He pried open these two mounds of black silk, which were as plump and soft as if they were filled with sweet, ripe honey, exposing the lewd and sticky butterfly-shaped vulva, which had already been soaked in ripe female nectar, to the path of the ferocious and thick beast charging forward.

The enormous beast head had already pressed against the butterfly-shaped, plump lips that were only covered by a strip of glossy black stockings, stretching the black stockings, which were stained with sweet, ripe nectar, into a slight indentation.

The knight, her soft, plump vulva pressed against her, still gazed at Asmodie with haughty, alluring red eyes that held a hint of ripe, peach-like desire: "Goo-ooh? You... fierce beast? You must wait for my command before... before giving me—goo-ooh-ooh???~~~"

However, before the haughty and charming knight could finish her command, Asmodie's rough and heavy thrusting of her hips and thrusting of her spear transformed into a soft, high-pitched, wanton cry of spring.

As she raised her long, elegant neck adorned with a platinum rose pendant, her sweet tongue darting out, her spring-like eyes sparkled with hearts as she looked up at the Duchess.

The proud Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander was pressed against the hard waist of the man behind her, her two plump, juicy black silk stockings were like two flattened, honey-smoked cakes, and her plump, juicy black silk stockings buttocks swayed and trembled in waves.

The gurgling sound of nectar churning, the splashing of flower nectar, and that single drop of blood all signified that her ripe, plump, virgin vulva had completely transformed into the shape of Asmodal. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

"Gurgle? Stop? Gurgle? You beast? Gurgle? How dare you? Without my permission? Ugh!"

Asmodie paid no heed to the familiar rebuke from the noble and elegant female knight commander.

His long, slender hand forcefully pressed down on the knight's raised, alluring head, while his other hand kneaded her two plump, oily black stockings.

Like a proud and rampaging centaur lancer enjoying the brooding bed of a plundered female knight, the ferocious and burly beast transformed into his high-spirited lance to conquer this alluring and mature female knight. With extremely violent and swift thrusts, he thrust the lance forward, causing the proud and elegant female knight commander's black silk stockings, exuding the sweet fragrance of mature women, to tremble wildly.

"Pfft? Pfft?~"

Daisanna's plump, juicy buttocks, like ripe peaches, were like soft, juicy cushions filled with sweet honey, as Asmodie's hard, solid waist repeatedly pounded them into soft, greasy cakes. Her plump, juicy, butterfly-shaped black-stockinged vulva, like a spring of honey cake filled with spring nectar, was squeezed open by the menacing stone pestle, each time wrapped in oily black stockings, until sweet, juicy nectar was squeezed out and splashed everywhere.

This spring, brimming with the sweet, ripe nectar of spring flowers, was almost always brutally squeezed out of Asmodie by her increasingly violent and ferocious stone pestle, staining the Duchess's plump and fragrant vulva beneath her.

"No?~ No way?~ Ughhhhh?~ To be defeated in front of the lady?~ Guhhhh?~ To be defeated in front of the lady?~ By this brutal and savage male beast?~ Eeeeeee?~~"

The once proud and elegant Queen Knight Commander was now being brutally violated and possessed by Asmodeus, this arrogant and savage beast, who pinned down her raised, alluring head and grabbed her black-stockinged body.

Before her, the charming and alluring duchess, her bright red, heart-shaped eyes rolled upwards, her sweet tongue lolling out, her full, luscious lips opening and closing absently, overflowing with sweet, aphrodisiac fragrance. Her noble and exquisite, mature and alluring face, though still maintaining its haughtiness, had already begun to show a hint of infatuation and wantonness.

Chapter 98 The Lady and the Knight's Cream Sandwich (Second Update)

The Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander, Daisanna, always maintained a noble and elegant demeanor, both in public and at home, and never lost her composure in the slightest. Even Duchess Orisa had never seen her Princess Knight Commander lose her composure in the slightest.

When facing those bloated nobles, this female knight commander maintained an elegant and dignified noble demeanor, never revealing even a hint of allure or mature charm to any male.

Even within the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, she led the Platinum Rose Knights into a horde of ten thousand green-skinned orcs, beheading a green-skinned warlord nearly three meters tall and leading the entire Platinum Rose Knights to a safe retreat.

The Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander maintained her elegant and dignified demeanor.

Even though her plump, alluring flesh often attracted many lustful gazes when she appeared in public wearing mature, firm black stockings and boots, this noble and elegant knight commander was still a seductive beauty that these nobles dared not even look directly at.

But right now, this noble princess knight commander, with her plump and alluring flesh, is being used like a defeated princess knight, pinned down by Asmodian, this arrogant and savage male centaur, on his tall and strong male body, and used at will as a breeding ground for female slaves.

"Eek? You dare? In this position? Ugh! Stop? Eee-ee? Stop?"

On the Gothic bed shrouded by purple gauze curtains, in the flickering candlelight, the noble female knight appeared to have been reduced to a mere breeding ground beneath a male centaur.

She was pinned down by that tall, strong man, one hand pressing down on her noble and alluring head, the other encircling her two plump mounds that seemed to be made of honey-like nectar, squeezing out large swathes of her creamy, black-stockinged breasts as if kneading soft dough.

With an extremely dominant rear-entry position, he thrust his hard and solid waist, repeatedly slamming her two ripe and plump mounds into soft, honey-smooth cakes. Each time he lowered his waist, drops of ripe nectar would splash onto the purple gauze bed curtains, reflecting a hazy, splashing spring scene under the candlelight.

"Hmm? Oh? ~ In front of the lady? ~ Gu ee oh? ~ Defeated? ~ Eee ee? ~~~"

At this moment, under Asmodie's violent and savage force, Daisanna, like the defeated Platinum Princess Knights in the resting room, had completely degenerated from the noble and elegant Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander into a slave girl in Asmodie's shape.

Her originally noble and elegant bright red eyes kept rolling upwards, her honey tongue was half-protruding, and her bright red lips were constantly exuding a sweet, white mist.

The two mounds of glossy black hair, resembling accumulated sweet and ripe honey, were roughly crushed by Asmodie into soft and greasy honey cakes. The glossy black hair, steaming with the fragrance of ripe honey, was soaked with splashed sweet and ripe nectar, mixed with the crystal-clear sweat, making it smooth and moist.

"Ee-oh?~ Defeated?~~ Defeated by you, you savage beast?~~ Defeated in front of the lady?~~ Gu-ee-ee?~~~"

Asmodeus, like a heavy battering ram, once again slammed down, crushing the two mounds of fragrant, oily black silk of the female knight commander into soft, greasy cakes. After sending the noble and elegant female knight commander to the peak of ecstasy countless times, he finally vented his anger.

The scalding, thick flames of fury completely marked Daisanna's naturally born, alluring flesh as a mature, seductive knight-style lance holster that he could use at will from now on.

Filled with nectar, Daisanna's bright red eyes rolled back completely, her noble and alluring face transformed into a wanton and seductive state, and her pair of plump, soft, and oily black silk peaches trembled and dripped nectar.

After enjoying the noble and elegant princess knight commander, Asmodie, amidst Daisanna's wanton cries of passion and a soft popping sound after the honey was stirred, withdrew the ferocious and burly beast, casually leaving the princess knight commander behind.

Her two mounds of black silk, resembling pools of milky nectar, trembled as they rolled against the Duchess's soft, plump, white breasts. Her already filled, oily black silk butterfly-shaped abalone also rolled against the Duchess's soft, plump, oily abalone.

Asmodeus, that ferocious and savage beast, dripping with thick white semen mixed with the nectar of a ripe female flower, pressed against her ripe and soft vulva under the gaze of the Duchess's charming and alluring blue eyes, its flesh-colored stockings glistening with oil. Maintaining the intertwined bodies of these two beautiful women, it thrust heavily down its waist!

"Pfft—?~"

"Eeeeeee?~~"

The sloshing sound of sticky honey mingled with the Duchess's seductive and wanton moans, creating an interlude in this second-floor rest area that could make any male's blood boil and any female's eyes immediately fill with lustful allure.

Having consumed the princess knight, Asmodie has completely transformed into a ferocious and savage male centaur lancer.

He grasped the Duchess's two fragrant, soft, and smooth silk-stockinged feet, casually playing with the beautiful feet of the noblewoman in her hands, which were adorned with emerald green jade beads and backless crystal stilettos. He used them as a foot cannon for this seductive beauty, and his strong, marble-like waist rose and fell with extremely violent attacks.

The menacing, massive centaur lances, in each frenzied and savage attack, resembled thick, enormous battering rams, while the duchess's soft, juicy vulva, encased in a layer of oily, fleshy stockings, stretched open again and again.

Each time it was poured in, it was like pouring in a spring of spring nectar, squeezing out large amounts of sweet and ripe female honey, causing the Duchess's charming and languid blue eyes to roll upwards repeatedly, and her fragrant, soft tongue intertwined with the Knight's sweet and tender tongue in front of Asmodé.

Each time she lowered her waist, the Duchess's plump, soft, and oily buttocks would be crushed onto the bed like two flesh-colored, creamy peaches coated with sweet, ripe honey, trembling wildly beneath Asmodé's waist, creating waves of oily, soft, and oily buttocks.

Those two mounds, seemingly inverted on a jade plate, as smooth and creamy as semi-solidified sweet milk fat, were also crushed together with Daisanna's two plump, soft black silks as Asmodie rode them wildly, constantly swaying and trembling up and down, creating waves of soft, fragrant milky ripples.

The Duchess, with her plump breasts and ripe buttocks, and the elegant female knight, had now completely become a ripe and luscious seedbed for him to use at will, with her overlapping breasts allowing him to plant and fertilize them at will.

With each rampage of Asmodian, his thick, ferocious centaur lance would sometimes thrust upwards, ravaging the noble and elegant female knight commander until her nectar splattered everywhere, her plump, oily, black-stockinged buttocks trembling uncontrollably from the impact.

Sometimes he would move downwards, grasping the Duchess's two fragrant, soft, and ripe feet, using a rough and savage insertion to force open those two plump, soft, and juicy labia, violating the Duchess until her eyes rolled upwards and her tongue darted out.

Sometimes, he would abruptly squeeze between the Knight Commander's ripe, soft, butterfly-shaped black silk stockings and the Duchess's ripe, moist, peach-shaped silk stockings, simultaneously violating these two mature beauties until their heads were erect and they cried out in lustful moans. (The last sentence appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

"Ee-woof? You big wolfhound? How dare you? Ee-ee-ee? Using me, the Duchess?, as a breeding ground? Goo-ooh?!"

"Goo-ooh?~~ You...~ savage beast?~ Stop?~ Stop~ No, I can't take it anymore?~ To be violated and used at will in front of the lady again?~ Ee-ee-ee~ to be violated and used at will?~~ defeated princess knight?~~"

Accompanied by bursts of seductive moans that could make one's blood boil, the Duchess and the Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander, with their extremely sensual and mature figures, were alternately marked by Asmodie, through a layer of oily, fleshy stockings, as his exclusive possessions, their plump breasts and ripe buttocks, the noblewoman's honeyed flesh and the princess's alluring flesh, with scalding, thick fury.

When the ferocious, muscular centaur lance, dripping with nectar and thick white fluid, was withdrawn from the nectar-scented, nectar-laden abalone amidst the Duchess's soft, sweet moans and a crisp popping sound,...

The charming Duchess of Bordeaux and the noble and elegant Lady White Rose knight, like a docile female slave, knelt before Asmodé with a languid and alluring demeanor, using their ripe, fragrant tongues and lips to cleanse and serve him.

Before Asmodé, they bent down, revealing their plump, soft, fleshy legs and their firm, black-stockinged long legs, allowing Asmodé's savage, fiery gaze to fall upon their plump, soft, white jade backs. Following their plump, soft backs downwards, one could see their silk-stockinged buttocks, which resembled semi-solidified, sweet, ripe milk fat piled up between their silk-stockinged feet, creating a smooth, mature, oily, ripe shape.

The noble and charming lady and the elegant and dignified knight were now, in this second-floor rest room filled with the sweet fragrance of ripe honey, kissing the ferocious beast head with their smooth and tender tongues and lips. Their tender tongues intertwined and entwined with the soft and fragrant tongues, cleansing and serving it.

"Goo-hoo?~~ It seems?~ Hmm?~~ This savage beast?~ It won't let me, the Duchess, go away anytime soon?" The Duchess's alluring eyes, sparkling with ripe peach hearts, gazed at the beast that had once again raised its head in a ferocious manner, her soft, sweet lips overflowing with a sweet, sensual fragrance that lingered around the beast's head.

"Hmm?~~Then?~How about I let this savage beast use my defeated female knight slave body as it pleases?~~" The defeated Platinum Rose Knight Commander, with her haughty and charming demeanor, kissed the beast's head with her full, luscious, and red lips, leaving a red mark on her lips.

After a while...

The noble and elegant female knight commander and the charming duchess stood side by side, displaying their plump, soft, and creamy buttocks, which exuded a sweet, sensual fragrance like creamy honey cakes, and their black silk, which steamed with a rich, sensual fragrance like two plump peaches filled with sweet, creamy milk, before the savage and ferocious beast.

"So... what's next? You savage wolfhound... are you going to devour the alluring lady, or the noble and elegant knight?"

The Duchess's noble and elegant silk-stockinged hands and the Knight Commander's alluring and mature black silk-stockinged hands together grasped the ferocious and massive centaur lance, shifting the target of the centaur lance's charge to their delicate and soft buds.

Asmodeus, the arrogant and savage centaur lancer, under the duchess's seductive and languid gaze, squeezed straight between her two mounds of ripe, oily flesh, which were completely made of ripe honey and glistening with a rich, oily sheen. His ferocious, thick, and scorching lance pressed against her soft, delicate, oily, honeyed core.

"Pfft?~"

"Eeeeeee?~"

As he slammed down with his hard, solid waist, his monstrous lance, aided by the sticky, ripe nectar, forcefully pushed open the peach-colored bud amidst gurgling, wet sounds. The two plump, ripe, and moist buttocks slammed against his hard waist, creating waves of fleshy, creamy flesh resembling ripe, soft cream cakes.

It wasn't until those two mounds of perfectly ripe, greasy, and fatty buttocks, piled high with creamy milk and fat, slammed heavily onto his waist, creating waves of soft, greasy, and sensual buttocks that resembled marshmallows being struck repeatedly, that these soft, greasy, and fatty buttocks finally devoured this large and ferocious beast.

This also means that the Duke of Bordeaux, without ever having touched his wife, had already completely designated Asmodée as his personal slave.

This sudden and forceful invasion caused Orisa, who had just regained some of her languid charm, to once again roll up her heart-filled, alluring eyes and, with this seductive maturity, allow men other than her husband to freely enjoy the soft flesh of her plump, mature buttocks, the kind of honeyed flesh of a well-born noblewoman.

Chapter 99 The Lady's Black Veil Dress (I overslept, I'll add another chapter later tonight)

During this seductive banquet, the melodious and graceful sound of the zither once again echoed in the banquet hall, but it was still mixed with soft, seductive moans and gasps.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

Accompanied by the crisp, elegant patter of high heels on the floor, the long-closed curtain of the second-floor rest room, which often echoed with the sweet, spring-like cries of spring, was finally slowly lifted.