Blood Emperor Throne

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Chapter 111 The Mature Mother in Purple Silk and the Lady in Black Veil (4k)

"Ee-hmm? ~ Ugh? ~ Haa? ~~"

The Countess's study at dawn was no longer quiet; instead, it was filled with the soft, tender, and shy sounds of spring. The dignified and elegant fragrance of books and ink was replaced by the sweet and milky scent of ripe honey.

The few pages of books and reports that were originally piled on the desk are now scattered and lying in disarray, and a few drops of sweet, crystal-clear female nectar and glistening spring juice have splashed onto these scattered reports and books.

Logically, after the study was messed up in the morning, it should have been tidied up by the maids who were always by Asmodeus's side, since it was part of their job.

Even if Asmodeus, as the master, makes a mess of the room, causing nectar to splatter and silk skirts, stockings, and high heels to fall to the ground while he is ravaging the female slaves, tidying up the room and keeping it clean is still one of the maids' jobs.

Even as they bent their slender waists and raised their soft, ripe buttocks to organize these books and pages, Asmodie would embrace their soft, ripe, peach-like buttocks from behind, and amidst their shy, sensual moans, he would thrust that coarse and ferocious beast into their fragrant, ripe, white-silk-clad vulvas.

However, it was clear that the maidservants serving Asmodie at the moment had no time to worry about the scattered pages and books.

A pair of elegant and graceful white maid crystal high heels, exuding a sweet and delicate fragrance, and a sleeveless, backless maid shirt, both pure white and sheer, are scattered messily on the ground.

Behind the desk, one soft white silk-stockinged foot, adorned with a pure white crystal maid heel, and the other white silk-stockinged foot, now free of its crystal heel and soaked in sweet, glistening nectar and fragrant sweat, dangled softly from the sides of the wide wooden chair.

"Puji?~Puji?~"

The sticky, alluring sound of churning nectar, like a thick, menacing battering ram, was driven by a wild and savage centaur lancer, repeatedly stirring a ripe, tender, creamy spring, causing the female nectar to splatter everywhere. The soft, ripe, and moist peach-shaped buttocks, now, like a softly falling cream cake, bounced up and down, rippling with soft, creamy waves. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

"Ee-hmm?~ Haa~ I'm sorry?~~ Master~ Ee-oh?~~ Isabella?~ Guh-hmm?~ Have you completely?~ become a maid slave who can't live without your master?~~ Uh-huh?~~"

The gentle and beautiful maid in white silk was currently sitting in a shameful duck-like position, pressing her soft, ripe flesh against Asmodian's hard and solid body, which was like a marble sculpture. Her soft, creamy white silk legs were spread apart and pressed tightly against the man's thighs.

Those two mounds of soft, creamy, and ripe breasts, like creamy peaches, were pressed into a soft, creamy shape on Asmody's hard and firm chest after the sleeveless, sheer shirt was no longer restrictive.

Her sweet, soft lips parted slightly amidst the intoxicating waves of honeyed sweetness, the aphrodisiac fragrance overflowing and arousing Asmodie even more frenzied. Her peach-pink spring eyes rolled upwards, exuding a blissful, intoxicating spring charm.

Despite being violated by Asmody to the point of overflowing with honey, the sweet, glistening nectar has once again stained the woolen floor, which she had just cleaned, with glistening honey stains. Even the tea table where she poured tea has been drenched in sweet, ripe milky liquid during the repeated violations. Her soft, delicate white silk buds are now completely filled with thick, sticky white fluid.

But Isabella, this gentle and beautiful maid in white silk, still followed the duties of a maid and the instinct of a submissive female slave. Her white silk hands hooked around Asmodie's neck, and she kept moving her sweet and creamy white silk buttocks up and down, repeatedly taking the man's ferocious and thick centaur lance into her nectar-like, mature white silk cream pussy.

Two mounds of white silk-clad, milky buttocks, already soaked in the sweet, cloying fragrance of female flowers and nectar, were now completely subjugated to Asmodie's soft, white-silk maids, who could use them at will. With each rise and fall, waves of ripe, fragrant buttocks would tremble wildly.

"You call it using me? But the way you're doing it makes it seem like you're using me, your master." Asmodeus finished reviewing the reports on the trade contracts and the upcoming trade reforms, and looked at the white-stockinged maid riding on his waist, her white, firm buttocks bobbing up and down as if squeezing juice from his wounds. A slight smile played on his lips.

"Eeoh?~~Master?~~Hah?~~~Can I just ignore it?~~Isabella?~~Please use it as you please?~~Ee-hmm?~~Isabella?~~This is useless—uh-ee-ee?~~~"

Before the maid could even utter a soft, sensual moan, Asmodie's large hands, which were gripping her soft, creamy buttocks like ripe milk cakes, began to roughly knead and fondle them. Asmodie, unable to resist, raised her slender neck and let out an even softer, more sensual moan.

"Wait?~ Gu ee ee?~ Wait a minute~ Master?~~ If it's like this~ If it's this rough?~~ Oh oh oh ee ee?~ Isabella?~~ Eee oh oh oh??~~~"

Isabella, who had been straddling Asmodeus's waist, her ripe, silky buttocks bobbing up and down like two mounds of white, sweet, ripe milk cake being squeezed for juice, had no idea that Asmodeus, after finishing his report...

He simply and casually grabbed her two smooth, soft, white silk-clad buttocks, and with rough movements, he treated her sweet, sticky, and shiny white jade vulva as a bed of beautiful servants to be used at will, and began to violently toss her two sweet, sticky, milky buttocks.

The beautiful maid in white silk stockings, who had been serving her with her own soft, curvaceous hips, had now transformed into a suspended maid bed, as if she were being draped over by a wild and savage centaur lancer.

Her two soft, white, and ripe buttocks were lifted high by Asmodie's large hands, and after the thick, ferocious beast head, dripping with nectar, squeezed open the white silk clam, it was then slammed down on her two soft, white silk buttocks.

"Eeohoooh?~~~~"

A high-pitched, mellow, and beautiful moan, mixed with two mounds of white silk-clad, ripe buttocks that seemed to be filled with sweet, ripe honey, slammed heavily between Asmodie's legs, creating waves of creamy white silk-clad buttocks, splashing honey and churning with a squelching sound that echoed in the otherwise quiet study.

Two mounds of milky, sweet, and fragrant white silk-clad buttocks, like the holster of this arrogant centaur's lance, completely engulf the monstrous centaur lance in its tender, soft white silk-clad shell, squeezing out large streams of sweet, glistening flower nectar.

"Eeeee?~~Master~? Like this?~Using Isabella like this?~~Guooooo?~~Will Isabella become strange?~~"

"Eee-ooh-ooh?~~ Got bumped again?~~ I'm so sorry?~~ Isabella can't take it anymore?~~ Ugh-ee-ee~~ Isabella?~ Ugh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh??~~~"

In the quiet study, the maid's soft, melodious, and slightly tearful cries echoed, followed by the crisp, enchanting sound of high heels, adding a touch of mature spring charm and alluring allure to this beautiful morning scene.

"Looks like someone's already started enjoying it? What a greedy wolfhound! You just finished eating me and your handsome count? How can you still be so excited?"

A seductive, alluring voice, so soft it could melt bones and send shivers down one's spine, drifted from outside the study door, accompanied by the soft, melodious sound of two high heels.

Asmodeus was enjoying the maid's morning service when he glanced absentmindedly at the door, and his already agitated state surged once more.

Outside the study, the charming, noble, and mature Duchess and the elegant, mature, gentle, and dignified Count, having changed into new silk evening gowns and high-heeled stockings, exuding a languid and alluring charm, walked gracefully into the study.

However, it would be an understatement to say that the silk evening gown prepared for tonight's seductive banquet was actually a gown composed entirely of semi-transparent, light milk curtains, light gauze curtains, and silk-like hip curtains.

The elegant and mature Countess Osalia, with her full breasts and shapely hips, possessed breasts that resembled two soft, plump cakes filled with sweet, ripe milk. Yet, they were merely draped in a few luxurious golden threads, forming a hazy, misty veil of purple gauze no wider than the palm of her hand.

Furthermore, because these two lumps of creamy, soft milk cake were so rich and moist, they could be described as a purple veil covering the milk curtain, barely enough to cover those two slivers of milk crispness.

The noble and alluring Duchess, with her mature breasts, possessed two plump, soft, and creamy white breasts that resembled semi-solidified ripe peaches, exuding a sweet, milky fragrance. These breasts were covered only by a thin veil of gold thread and black gauze, no wider than the palm of a hand, which hung down gracefully, serving only to barely cover the milky cream.

If it weren't for the purple-gold rose pendant holding it in place, this light and hazy golden gauze curtain would probably have unfurled with the slightest sway, revealing two mounds of white, creamy, ripe breasts, resembling ripe peaches.

Apart from the silk gauze curtain, the only other thing that remained around the beautiful countess and duchess was the luxurious gold silk gauze curtains that surrounded their voluptuous waists, highlighting their plump and fleshy curves.

Beyond the golden gauze curtain, one could see Mei's plump, soft, and creamy buttocks, a shape reminiscent of a ripe, juicy peach, and the Duchess's gourd-shaped black stockings, as plump and juicy as a ripe, nectarine.

But all that was left were purple and black gauze that could barely serve as honey curtains and buttock curtains. Every time their noble and sophisticated high-heeled silk feet stepped onto the wooden floor of the study, the honey curtains and buttock curtains would flutter, and the two mounds of soft, creamy, and greasy silk, like uncongealed milk cakes, would ripple with soft, fragrant, and greasy silk buttock waves.

Calling them honey curtains and buttock curtains wouldn't be entirely accurate. After all, these hazy, misty purple and black veils serve no other purpose than to vaguely reveal the tender outlines of their plump, nectar-drenched, vacuum-sealed, creamy boutons and peach-shaped boutons hidden beneath their pantyhose, and to outline the smooth, plump, fleshy buttocks and the rounded curves of their juicy, plump black stockings.

This silk evening gown could only serve as a honey curtain and a hip curtain.

So much so that Osalia's white, fleshy legs, which looked as if they were made of creamy honey, were covered with seductive, glossy pantyhose and an inner layer of elegant, seductive, long, glossy purple lace-trimmed stockings. She was wearing bright purple, thin-strapped, pointed-toe, crystal high-heeled shoes, which caught Asmody's eye.

Orissa's voluptuous, mature, and alluring figure was clad in glossy black pantyhose on the outside and pure, sheer, creamy lace-trimmed long, glossy white stockings on the inside, exuding a similarly mature and alluring charm. Her black-stockinged feet were adorned with a pair of delicate, seductive black and red-soled spaghetti-strap pointed-toe high-heeled shoes as she walked into the study with languid and seductive steps.

"Eeoh?~ Yes~ I'm sorry?~ Uh ee~ Earl?~~ Ee ee?~~ Please first?~~ Ee um um um?~~ Allow me to finish serving my master before?~~ Uh ee ee?~~~"

As a maid, Isabella was supposed to bow upon first seeing the Countess.

But at this moment, she had no autonomy whatsoever. She was like a maid's seedbed, completely at Asmodé's mercy. Her ripe, fragrant, creamy white honey clam was violated in front of the Countess, causing her nectar to splatter everywhere.

"What a savage, barbaric dog! Seeing me, the Duchess and the Countess, you still dare to stop your blasphemous behavior?"

The Duchess's languid and alluring eyes gazed tenderly at the ferocious beast that had violated her maid until she was splattered with nectar. Her mature and alluring flesh, which had just begun to calm down, was once again flushed with a drunken, peach-colored desire.

Despite having been violated and possessed countless times by this savage and ferocious beast since last night,

But her mature, alluring flesh had completely transformed into the shape of Asmodal, and her plump, nectarine-like vulva was fully prepared to be implanted and filled with syrup at any time.

"Hmm? ~ What a wicked fellow! ~ Hmm? ~ He only needed to violate this beautiful count? ~ That would have been enough!"

Osalia reacted in the same way as the Duchess, gently biting her plump, soft lips, her juicy, fleshy legs grinding against each other, producing a few sticky, honeyed sounds.

Freshly violated and filled, the vacuum-sealed, oily, cooked abalone still oozing with nectar and spring honey, when Asmodie's fiery gaze swept over her, her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, the kind of alluring flesh that thrives after childbirth, surprisingly exuded a hint of mature, spring-like charm.

Her elegant and mature beauty, faced with Asmodeus's intensely invasive gaze, showed no shyness whatsoever. Instead, as if completely oblivious, she subtly lifted a wisp of her purple gauze curtain, allowing Asmodeus's burning gaze to fall unhindered upon her plump, tender, and creamy abalone-like breasts.

"Since you think it's unreasonable for me to use maids, how about you two ladies take the maids' place and let this savage wolfhound vent his anger?" Asmodie's voice was slightly playful.

Upon hearing this, the charming Duchess Orissa and the elegant and mature Countess Orsalia exchanged a glance, their alluring blue eyes and soft, spring-like eyes meeting.

Beneath their veils, their soft, fragrant lips and sweet, sticky lips exuded a sweet, sticky, and aphrodisiac scent. Their beautiful hands, clad in glossy purple rings and adorned with vibrant rose carvings in openwork black silk, gracefully lifted the silk veils and light gauze curtains that barely covered their soft, mature bodies.

The plump, soft buttocks of the Duchess, resembling two half-solidified cream cakes, and her plump, soft, and oily black stockings, as if coated with ripe honey, were gradually exposed in the study air, filled with the sweet scent of ripeness, as the elegant movements of their silk-stockinged hands moved.

After lifting the silk curtain, Mina's soft, moist, and creamy vulva, hidden under her pantyhose, and the Duchess's soft, moist, and creamy vulva, like a ripe peach, were both revealed to Asmodie in a state of mature arousal, dripping with nectar and spring juices.

"So? You savage beast, how are you going to take advantage of our Duchess and Earl now? How are you going to vent your filthy savagery?"

The Duchess's beautiful hand, adorned with roses and lace-trimmed black silk, and the Countess's elegant and sophisticated hand, clad in glossy purple silk rings, reached out and were held by their moist, fragrant, and soft purple lips.

Between her slightly parted lips, a sweet, aphrodisiac scent wafted, and her tender tongue, glistening with drops of sweet nectar, softly wrapped around her elegant, mature fingers clad in stockings, the nectar staining her fingertips, a seductive and intoxicating allure.

Chapter 112 Afternoon Tea in the Garden of a Noblewoman and a Madam (I am unwell, please excuse me)

As the morning mist dissipates, the deep forest, entwined with vines, is revealed.

One after another, wagons laden with supplies, horse feed, grain, and military equipment trod across the land as the thin mist dissipated, entering the Ankaru Forest, a place the empire had always resisted.

These wagons, laden with supplies and equipment, were escorted by the Dawn Princess Knights and headed deep into the Ancaru Forest.

However, the duties of the grooms and accompanying soldiers were only to deliver these batches of equipment and supplies to the supply point five miles deep into the Ancaru Forest. After unloading the goods, they could return to their territory, and all subsequent matters would be handled by the Dawn Princess Knights.

The grooms coming and going, and the civilians within the territory watching these supplies and equipment head towards the depths of the forest, were all discussing the batches of wagons that had been transporting supplies into the forest since yesterday.

After all, the entire Carorant Empire generally avoids the Ancaru Forest, the "living forest," and usually turns a blind eye to the rampaging beastmen, even failing to send troops to eliminate them.

But why is the Countess's army sending supplies and military equipment deeper into the forest right now?

In response to this discussion, the Countess issued a proclamation stating that it was a pre-emptive measure to deal with the beast tide during the autumn harvest, allowing the Knights to thoroughly eliminate the beastmen and ensure the smooth flow of trade routes.

This notice immediately calmed the discussions and doubts within the territory. Firstly, as ordinary people, they were the main victims of the beast tide raids every spring and autumn harvest, and they had no objection to the elimination of the beastmen.

Secondly, the stability and security within the territory during this period were most deeply felt by the common people at the grassroots level. Not only were bandits and roaming beastmen almost completely eliminated, but the security within the territory was also greatly improved thanks to the guards patrolling between towns and villages.

However, this notice was only intended for the common people, and as the Duchess, Orissa naturally did not believe it.

For this high-ranking duchess, she had never seen anything like dispatching the Princess Knights to deal with a beast tide. Given Castella's current military strength, the spearmen and longbowmen alone would be enough to wipe out the vast majority of the beast tide.

Even if she encountered a minotaur or even a minotaur, based on her understanding of Asmoder's strength, she would be able to handle it. After all, the intelligence she had gathered included a detailed list of this man with indifferent and profound eyes, who had crushed a minotaur that broke into the castle with his bare hands.

Inside the garden, the alluring, black-stockinged noblewoman turned her languid gaze away from the departing caravan outside the city. Her captivating blue eyes swept over Asmodé, and her crimson lips curved into a lazy smile as she sipped her red tea: "You big wolfhound, you actually want to conquer this living forest?"

She put down her teacup, her beautiful black-stockinged hand picking up a silver spoon to stir the black tea, and said meaningfully, "Or is it that you, this beast, are completely unaware of the secrets of the Ankaru Forest?"

Asmodeus rested his chin on his hand, holding his teacup and gently swirling it to release the aroma of the tea. His deep, indifferent black eyes swept over the charming and alluring duchess before him.

This is the open-air garden behind the castle, situated on high ground, offering a panoramic view of the forest surrounding the castle and the caravans departing from the city.

And in this open-air garden, he, the only man in the castle, is currently enjoying a tranquil afternoon tea with the noble and beautiful Duchess and the elegant and graceful Countess beside her.

However, the tranquil atmosphere of this open-air garden was tinged with a seductive, mature allure by the sight of the alluring woman in black stockings beside him, her body exuding a captivating feminine fragrance. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

The Duchess's mature, fragrant, and creamy white breasts, and the Countess's mature, soft, and plump breasts, were now in this open garden, but only a hazy, palm-width curtain of gold-threaded purple gauze and a curtain of gold-threaded black gauze hung down and covered their two pairs of mature, creamy breasts.

As the summer breeze swept through the garden, the silken curtains draped over these two pairs of white, ripe breasts would flutter, exposing the peach-shaped pastries, oozing with sweet, ripe milk, to the fragrant air. Or, as these two alluring beauties slightly bent their backs or half-stood up while pouring tea, their soft, ripe, white breasts would sway in gentle waves.

She seemed to be in a position where he could freely play with and taste her, or knead two lumps of creamy milk to add milk to his black tea.

"Why don't you tell me the secrets of the Ancaru Forest, Duchess?" Asmodie smiled, picked up the fragrant teacup, and pushed it under Osalia's two plump breasts.

"Would you like milk, or... sugar?" the gentle Osalia asked softly, but Asmodie's subsequent actions caused a blush to rise on her mature and beautiful face.

Asmody's large hands, as if they had been using two white, creamy milk bottles filled with sweet, ripe milk for half a year, casually lifted Osalia's already light and drooping gold and purple gauze breast curtains under her beautiful and flustered gaze. His long, smooth hands, as if kneading two balls of milky marshmallows, casually grasped a white, creamy, and plump breast with a rich milky aroma, and his fingertips sank deep into the smooth and soft flesh of the breast.

"Eeya? You... um? You want milk? Just say so!"

A soft, sweet moan escaped from Osalia's honeyed lips. Though there was a hint of reproach in her elegance, she merely bit her lips gently in response to the man's desecrating act of using her creamy breasts as a baby bottle. With the soft moan still lingering, she gently lifted her breasts with her jade-like hands, leaned forward slightly, and presented her two plump, creamy breasts to the cup, allowing the man to extract the milk to add to her black tea.

Drops of sweet, rich, and creamy white milk seep out along the tender peach shortbread, almost indistinguishable from pouring milk from a milk bottle, adding a touch of sweet, rich milky fragrance to the already ambiguous peach color.

The black tea originally had a slightly reddish-brown hue, but after adding this sweet and rich milk, it turned a slightly orange-yellow. Clearly, this sweet and rich milk is perfect for an afternoon tea.

After filling the cup to the brim with milk tea, Asmody stopped milking. After casually kneading the soft, smooth, and fleshy milky breasts in her hands, which resembled marshmallows, she picked up the black tea and took a sip.

It has a smooth texture and a rich, creamy, sweet flavor that is not cloying, making it an excellent milk.

"Hmm? Is the milk enough?" The countess asked softly, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"That's enough, thank you."

Asmodeus smiled and answered, sipping his red tea. His large hand then moved downwards, caressing the Duchess's plump, fleshy black stockings. He lifted the alluring, hazy black veil, his warm fingertips pressing against the voluptuous, ripe vulva hidden beneath the glossy black stockings.

Through the slick black stockings, parting the two soft, plump labia, the honeyed nectar, ripe and sticky, had already soaked the black-stockinged labia in a slippery and lewd state.

"What a gluttonous wolfhound! He's enjoying his meal while also coveting me, the Duchess!" Faced with Asmodeus's profane act, the noble and mature Duchess, her alluring eyes brimming with seductive charm, showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, she subtly revealed her black-stockinged thighs, making it easier for Asmodeus to violate her plump, peach-shaped vulva.

"Then, Duchess, may you tell me the secrets of the Ancaru Forest?" Asmodeus savored his fragrant milk tea, enjoying the Duchess's mature and alluring charm as he savored this sensual afternoon tea.

Chapter 113 The Noblewoman's Reward (Updates Resumed)

The fact that the Ankar Forest is a living forest is known throughout the Empire, even to the lowest-ranking commoners.

It is called a living forest not only because of the tree spirits living deep within it and the monsters that roam it, but also because of the extent to which the forest expands every year.

Every year, the Ankar Forest expands into the Empire's territory, swallowing up tens of thousands of acres of imperial land annually. Then, through the reclamation and deforestation by nobles and lords, some territory is slightly pushed back, creating a strange balance.

This is only one of the main reasons why it is called a living forest. Another reason is that the creatures and spirits living in this forest have an inexplicable resistance to the empire's influence touching the forest.

The abundant resources of the Ancaru Forest—minerals, timber, tree spirits, medicinal herbs, land, and arable land—have made the empire's greedy nobles and lords constantly yearn to conquer and develop this forest.

For this reason, several southern electorates on the empire's borders launched numerous wars of conquest, but all their efforts ended in utter defeat in this forest.

Whenever the Empire attempts to conquer this forest and extend its influence deep into it, all the beastmen, monsters, and even forest goblins and greenskins in the forest unite, and even the most timid and cowardly goblins will charge fearlessly against the Empire's spear wall.

Even the naturally antagonistic Minotaur and Centaur races would form a raging torrent of beasts to crush the Empire's lines.

However, as soon as the Empire's sphere of influence retreats to the outskirts of the forest, the beastmen and spirits who were just moments before joining forces to annihilate the Empire's army will scatter in all directions, with no intention whatsoever of chasing them out of the forest to continue plundering the Empire.

After several failed conquests, some even resulting in total annihilation, Empress Sabrina I of the current empire issued an order prohibiting the development of the Ancaru Forest. This was not only to curb further losses for the empire, but also to avoid an omen, an omen from the Pope of the Church.

If the Empire's minions ever venture deeper into the Ancaru Forest again, the forest will come to life and devour the entire Empire.

It was because of this omen that the Empire never attempted to develop the Ankaru Forest again. Of course, there were also foolish nobles who were blinded by greed and tried to break the ban and forcibly develop the Ankaru Forest.

The Queen never minded this, and the Pope never stopped them, allowing these nobles and lords to break the forest ban.