Blood Emperor Throne

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The soft, clean woolen carpet, splattered with honey and milk, resembled the lush grass after a summer night's rain, now adorned with glistening, fragrant dewdrops.

To be precise, not only the soft woolen carpet, but also the desk, wooden chair, armor rack and longsword rack inside the tent, which held the lingering, mellow fragrance of the alluring and mature knight commander's full-length wine-red plate armor, were all stained with drops of sticky floral dew and spring nectar.

At this moment, this proud and beautiful, mature and alluring wife knight commander, after being ravaged by Asmodeus and gushing with desire, had completely transformed from her proud soul into the mature and seductive flesh of her ripe buttocks, becoming a subservient female knight under Asmodeus's body.

For the rest of her life, this proud, charming, mature, and alluring wife knight has completely lost her dignity and arrogance as a proud ruler and noble knight. She exists only as a mature knight mare, Asmodie, to manage the territory of Gruul for him.

As Asmodian, the savage male centaur lancer, rampaged and ravaged with increasing ferocity, waves of sensual pleasure, capable of causing a female to fall into eternal allure with just one thrust, crashed against Dolores, a woman with a beautiful, mature bottom but who was still a virgin and had just given birth. It was as if the spring water was overflowing from a dam that could not be stopped.

"Ugh! ~~I'm going to lose it again... Ugh! ~~I'm going to lose it again next to my husband? ~~I'm going to be violated and lost by a man other than my husband? ~~~ Oh my god! ~~~"

With another high-pitched, seductive moan, Dolores, this alluring and mature wife with her ripe hips, had raised her long, white swan-like neck countless times. Her peach-colored, seductive eyes rolled upwards, her tender tongue was half-protruding, and her lips exuded wisps of aphrodisiac, feminine fragrance.

Her long, shapely legs, plump and firm, slicked-back black stockings, were taut and trembling in bright red, alluring high-heeled sandals. Her voluptuous, plump, and juicy breasts, as if filled with sweet, ripe milk, completely collapsed under Asmodé's powerful thrust, with the dam of her climax splattering wildly with sweet, sticky fluid.

At this moment, Dolores was already so overwhelmed by the peak of her sensual pleasure that her mind was so languid and confused that she no longer cared that there was only a sheer curtain separating her and her husband.

The almost undisguised, seductive moans emanating from her half-open, dazed, and tender body finally caught the attention of Castor in the next tent.

"Huh? What's that sound?" Castor, who was extremely annoyed by the back-and-forth walking, finally noticed something amiss.

His gaze, tinged with a mixture of doubt and fervor, finally settled on the sheer curtain between him and his proud, alluring wife, whose mature, shapely buttocks were framed by the curtain.

As a cowardly baron who often indulged in the gentle embrace of his mistresses, he knew all too well what those soft, seductive moans meant.

And this wanton, unrestrained cry, enough to rouse any male to a frenzied gallop, came from the tent of his alluring, mature wife, Dolores.

Is it...

Caster hesitated for a moment, then extinguished the light in his own tent, allowing the candlelight from the neighboring tent to shine through the translucent curtain, casting the shadowy figures from the neighboring tent onto the curtain like a shadow play.

When he saw the extremely seductive and wanton mare knight behind the gauze curtain, the cowardly baron froze on the spot.

Before him, a hazy, alluring projection of a ripe buttock and a tall, muscular man, as perfect as a marble sculpture, whom he had never seen before, were projected with extreme clarity onto the translucent gauze curtain in a rear-entry position that would make any male creature's blood boil.

Although the gauze curtain lets in light, you can only see the projection and not any details.

But even from this hazy projection, he could still tell that the mature, alluring woman with those voluptuous buttocks was undoubtedly a noblewoman, judging from her elegantly coiled hair and plump, graceful curves. Her voluptuous, firm, healthy, and sexy curves also possessed the proud and charming allure of a female knight.

Yet this proud and alluring female knight, with her mature and voluptuous figure, resembled the beautiful wife of a defeated female knight.

The tall, strong man behind her was pulling her slender, elegant figure as if holding a rein. Like a wild, savage centaur lancer, he rammed her plump, ripe buttocks, which were as plump as if they were filled with sweet, ripe milk, causing them to tremble and splatter.

Through the sheer, hazy curtain, the Baron could even see the half-protruding, tender tongue of the seductive knight, the dripping saliva, and the hazy, fragrant mist under the candlelight.

The two plump breasts of this alluring knight with her ripe buttocks, like ripe, honeyed melons, were reflected on the gauze curtain, swaying and trembling wildly with each ride.

A few drops of sweet, ripe nectar and milk stains even splashed onto the translucent gauze curtain, leaving tiny water droplets.

"Ugh...no...don't...don't look! Oh my god!"

A suppressed cry, tinged with the sweet melodies of spring, seemed to detect that the baron was spying on them.

Behind the gauze curtain, the projection of the mature, voluptuous female knight, after a slight struggle of humiliation, was lifted up by the strong man behind her. One of her long, fleshy, firm, and shapely legs was hooked onto the man's shoulder, and her pair of sexy, voluptuous, and gorgeous high heels were placed in an extremely shameful split position, with her legs facing him directly.

The ensuing frenzied gallop, coupled with the increasingly seductive charm of the mature, curvaceous knight, made Castor swallow hard, his throat parched.

The Baron couldn't quite remember how long this lewd and wanton projection lasted. All he knew was that the proud and alluring female knight with her ripe buttocks was being wantonly ravaged and ridden like a sex toy by the tall and strong man behind her.

With a final, uncontrollable cry of lust, the splashing honey and steaming flower spring completely soaked the light-transmitting gauze curtain in front of the Baron, and the candlelight in the tent went out.

After the candlelight went out, all that remained was the seductive, panting breath of the mature, alluring knight with her ripe buttocks, a sticky popping sound, and the wet, gurgling sound of honey syrup being stirred.

The poor Baron watched the whole thing like that.

However, because he was so cowardly that he had never even seen his wife's alluring figure under her full silver armor, and at most had only seen her elegant posture in a dignified dress.

Therefore, until the curtain projection ended, he was still unsure whether the mature, alluring female knight with the ripe buttocks behind the curtain was his proud, charming, and seductive wife, Dolores.

Chapter 60 The Married Woman and the Alluring Mother-in-Law Knight's Submission

The Baron was very irritable, or rather, extremely annoyed.

He was already quite annoyed by the sweltering environment and the extremely uncomfortable tent, and the lack of a mistress to vent his frustration on only made him more depressed.

Right now, Castor sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, biting his nails, looking very anxious and restless.

Judging from the alluring projection of those mature buttocks behind the curtain, it's highly likely that it was his proud and charming, mature and seductive wife, Dolores, who had always looked down on him.

The only knights who could enter and exit the tent beside him, besides his wife Dolores, were the mature and alluring female knight deputy commander Moraris and her two proud and beautiful daughters.

Judging from the fact that she also has a melon-shaped, plump breast and a mature, ripe figure, the one who was just violently assaulted by a man behind the curtain could very well be Morales.

However, in terms of physique, although Dolores and Morales both have fleshy, juicy, and voluptuous breasts, and both pairs of plump, soft breasts that look like they are filled with milk, and both have very plump, voluptuous buttocks, there are still essential differences between them.

Because she often sat in her high position after becoming a baroness and rarely rode a warhorse into battle, Dolores's long, voluptuous, and shapely legs, typical of a knight-errant, became even more shapely, soft, and smooth.

In addition, his beautiful and mature wife Dolores is still virgin, while Morales has already breastfed two daughters. Their breasts, which are full of milk, are obviously more mature and juicy than Morales's, who has breastfed two daughters. Whenever she walks past him with a proud and disdainful attitude and her pair of beautiful and hot long legs, waves of juicy and soft milk ripple in his eyes.

However, he only dared to steal glances; if he dared to look any longer, he would surely be scolded by Dolores.

Furthermore, although he has never closely observed his beautiful and mature wife, he can still tell that her plump and juicy buttocks, which are as tender and soft as if they were cooked and filled with sweet and juicy milk, must be the result of years of sitting in a high position and living a life of luxury. This is something that none of the other female knights in the entire Xijinji Knight Order possess.

Because of their years of riding warhorses, they not only have more voluptuous and firm figures, but also graceful and sexy figures. Their plump and ripe peaches are also the kind of peach hearts that are easy to give birth to. The female knight with a ripe, soft and plump buttocks has only one beautiful and mature wife.

Perhaps... that seductive and unrestrained mature female knight behind the curtain just now might be one of the other members of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights.

After all, in addition to this, other female knights in the Dawn Gold Knights Order who also have voluptuous and beautiful figures may also come and go from Dolores's camp.

Perhaps their husbands were having affairs in Dolores's tent...

Castor sat on the edge of the bed, deceiving himself, and kept biting his nails in extreme anxiety.

Listening to the increasingly seductive and wanton moans and the increasingly crisp and violent slapping sounds coming from the next tent, mixed with extremely vulgar and sticky sounds, like a large and ferocious mortar constantly pounding a pool of plump, soft spring water full of flower nectar and honey.

After the curtain projection ended, the candlelight in the adjacent tent went out, leaving only increasingly seductive cries of spring, mixed with increasingly rapid and crisp crackling sounds.

Clearly, after the curtain projection ended, the passionate lovemaking in the adjacent tent, which resembled a raging and savage centaur lancers galloping and rampaging, had not ended but instead became even more violent. The wanton moans of the female knight, who was suspected to be his beautiful and mature wife Dolores, became increasingly seductive and alluring, almost like a depraved prostitute welcoming guests!

At this moment, Castor felt like a cowardly and incompetent husband, watching helplessly as his proud wife, with her ripe buttocks, was ravaged by another man, moaning and groaning, her juices splattering everywhere, yet he dared not utter a sound.

What annoyed him even more was that the man in the tent next to his not only had a perfectly sculpted and robust body that was far more masculine than his own slightly overweight body, but his masculine prowess was also like that of a centaur lancer who kept charging and rampaging, continuing for nearly two hours without showing any sign of stopping!

It should be noted that even he and his mistress had only lasted less than three minutes at most, and he always succumbed to the mistress's seemingly obsequious but actually somewhat contemptuous gaze.

This man, behind the curtain just now, not only forcefully ravaged his proud and alluring wife's ripe buttocks, causing her to splatter with fluids and her two plump, ripe breasts to sway wildly, but his hard and solid waist also made her plump, ripe buttocks tremble. This continued until now, and her moans became increasingly seductive and wanton.

Just as the Baron was hesitating whether to go to the next tent to confirm whether the knight with the ripe buttocks was his wife...

At this moment, candlelight was lit again behind the curtain.

The previously anxious baron immediately turned his gaze to the light-transmitting curtain.

And as expected, the erotic scene that made his mouth dry once again appeared behind the curtain, and this time, there was not just one female knight!

A female knight with elegant, noblewoman-like hair in a bun, possessing plump, gourd-shaped, alluring buttocks, and another female knight with proud, elegant hair in a bun, possessing plump, juicy, and alluring buttocks, were being illuminated by the translucent gauze curtains cast by the dim candlelight.

But these two knights, who were very likely his alluring wife Dolores and his seductive mother Morales, were now kneeling before the man's strong figure seated on the chair, their long, fleshy, and plump legs and their firm, moist legs behaving like defeated knights and seductive mother knights.

Their plump, ripe, and juicy buttocks, like those of a fully cooked peach, and their large, fleshy buttocks, like those of a ripe, juicy peach, were pressed together against the fragrant, delicate feet of the female knights.

The two mounds of plump, tender breasts, as if filled with sweet, ripe honey, and the two mounds of plump, soft, and smooth papaya breasts, as if filled with ripe, rich milk, also collapsed with their plump, soft waists and supple, sculpted abs, pressing together on the ground in a kneeling, apologetic posture, forming two pairs of plump, honey cakes resembling ripe melon buds hanging from branches.

In the man's hands were two chains shimmering with platinum light. At the ends of the chains were the two beautiful, mature female knights, their heads bowed low. Two lace collars, reflecting black and vibrant purple light, were pinned to their slender necks.

Then, the baron, who was looking at the projection through the gauze curtain, saw the two knights before him, who were undoubtedly his beautiful and mature wife Dolores and his alluring and mature mother Morales. After kneeling to apologize to the man in front of them, they propped up their plump and voluptuous upper bodies, causing their two pairs of ripe and soft peach-like breasts to sway wildly.

They wore the seductive and alluring demeanor of female slaves and knights after their defeat, their ripe, tender lips, exuding a cloying, sticky, aphrodisiac fragrance, approached the man's ferocious and menacing member with a submissive posture behind the semi-transparent gauze curtain.

"Gulp?~~ I~ Dolores, wife of Baron Gruul, commander of the Dawngold Knights?~"

"Oh?~~ I~ Moraris, wife of Slater, vice-commander of the Dawngold Knights?~~"

"From this moment forward... ~Guoh~~ I will serve you as the defeated /Seductive Mother Knight? ~~I will offer you my lewd, ripe /Seductive Mother's tender flesh? ~~For the rest of my life? I will exist as your most docile female slave knight? ~To make up for the losses you suffered in this overconfident war? ~~"

After this declaration of defeat by the female slave knights, the two alluring female knights with plump breasts and ripe buttocks obediently lowered their proud and seductive heads in the shadow of the gauze curtain before Caster's eyes. Their tender, fragrant lips, exuding an aphrodisiac, sweet scent, kissed the ferocious beast and began to rise and fall incessantly...

Behind the sheer curtain, Castor knelt dejectedly before it, staring blankly at his mature and alluring wife with her shapely buttocks and the seductive and alluring female knight with her full breasts, as they rose and fell before him, serving this savage and violent centaur lancer.

Their ripe, honeyed lips, which had once uttered cold and contemptuous words to him, now became the most familiar and sticky holsters for this raging, savage centaur lancer.

The sweet, soft tongue teases and tantalizes, while the aphrodisiac aroma of ripe honey intensifies.

After raising her long, slender neck once more to welcome another round of savage and ferocious galloping by the centaur lance rider, which finally erupted.

These two alluring, mature female knights, with their ripe buttocks, rode on the man's hard, solid waist with remarkable initiative, much like submissive female slave knights.

Behind the sheer curtain, their two mounds, like ripe, bursting peaches, exuding a sweet, sensual fragrance, enveloped this wild beast between their plump, soft, and sticky buttocks.

Two plump, soft, and juicy buttocks, as if filled with rich, ripe milk and honey, rose and fell together.

Two pairs of plump breasts, like papaya cream that had been filled with simmering honey, hung high on the edge of a cliff, and then tossed and swayed up and down.

"Gurgle? ~~ Ughhh~~"

With another high-pitched, seductive moan, the baron, slumped behind the gauze curtain, stared blankly at his wife, Dolores, a woman whose allure and mature beauty were undeniably his own, seen through the light filtering through the curtain.

Transformed into a proud and beautiful female knight, her delicate hands rested on a battle-scarred and menacing lance...

"Oh my god! Oh my god! ~~~"

Two soft, plump, and juicy buttocks, like ripe peaches, fell heavily to the ground by gravity...

His beautiful and alluring wife, Dolores, raised her head high behind the gauze curtain, her plump, moist lips parted in a daze, her tongue half-protruding, dripping with nectar.

The Baron of Gruul watched as his wife, who had maintained a haughty and disdainful demeanor before him, transformed herself into a seductive and alluring female knight, riding the savage and ferocious centaur lancer.

And in the time that followed, until the candle went out, Castells, the Baron of Gruul.

He stared dejectedly at his mature and alluring wife, Dolores, with her ripe buttocks, and his charming and alluring mother, Morales, the vice-captain of the Dawn Gold Knights, behind the curtain. These were the most proud and noble beautiful knights of the Dawn Gold Knights.

In the projection of the translucent curtain, the man riding on the other's strong and solid waist took turns rising and falling on the ripe, plump peach, which exuded a sweet and fragrant aroma.

The ferocious beast would sometimes ride on his beautiful and mature wife, sometimes ravage his beautiful and mature mother, and sometimes squeeze between their sticky, fragrant, and soft buttocks, causing a torrent of fire.

In the end, the two mature and unrestrained female knights bent down their plump and firm long legs together, and pressed their moist and mature buttocks, which were as plump as two mounds of ripe honey, against their fragrant, soft and tender feet that were hooked up to the sky.

With their smooth, delicate hands, they cupped their bell-shaped, plump breasts, which looked as if they were filled with rich, ripe milk, and wrapped them together with the ferocious beast that had just ravaged them, causing their flower juices to splatter everywhere. Then, they opened their sticky, warm, and ripe flesh to clean up this savage centaur lancer who had roamed the battlefield.

And in the instant the candlelight behind the gauze curtain was about to go out.

The last scene that remained in the Baron's eyes was of his mature and alluring wife, Dolores, with her ripe buttocks, and Morales, the charming and alluring female knight vice-captain with her ripe breasts, standing side by side, holding the curtain. The plump, firm, and voluptuous female knight's long legs were taut and straight in sexy high heels, which raised their plump, soft buttocks and their plump, soft, peach-shaped breasts.

Clearly, the man behind the curtain had no intention of letting go of these two defeated and submissive female knights after just two rounds of relentless attacks.

As for Baron Caster, he didn't come to his senses until the candlelight went out. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

The baron bit his nails, hesitated repeatedly, and finally gritted his teeth and walked toward his wife Dolores's tent.

Chapter 61 Baron Castor the Cuckold

The nobles, commoners, merchants, and church of Gruul should choose one of Dolores and Caster to be made a baron.

Of these three classes, almost everyone would choose Dolores, except for a small number of nobles who would choose Castor because they resented Dolores for stripping them of most of their power.

Before Dolores took over Gruul, Castor was a tyrannical and oppressive ruler, imposing a multitude of harsh taxes that alienated both commoners and merchants.

As for the nobles, his licentious and lustful nature meant that even though he was extremely weak in bed, he still coveted the charming and beautiful wives and mothers of many nobles.

Although these charming and beautiful noblewomen and decadent aristocrats made little attempt to conceal their extramarital affairs, it was common for lavish banquets to turn into decadent and uninhibited gatherings.

But this is not a reason for Castor, as a baron, to enter the nobles' manors and indulge in pleasure with their charming wives and alluring mothers.

As for the church, they weren't particularly offended by the baron's licentious and lustful behavior. As for exploiting the common people? As long as the tithes were paid, this nobleman was a gift from God.

But to make matters worse, in order to support his extravagant spending on mistresses, Castor actually came up with the idea of ​​collecting tithes.

This made the bishop of Gruul laugh in anger. You, a mere baron, have already offended both the commoners and the nobility, and now you're trying to take advantage of the church?

Therefore, after Dolores gradually took over Gruul's power, Castor, this cowardly and lecherous good-for-nothing, was swept off the throne without any resistance. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

He became a useless baron with only a title, indulging in debauchery and the pleasures of his mistresses every day.

During this dissolute life, he also met a crony, Slater Stanislavsky, who was the vice-commander of the Knights of the Golden Dawn and the husband of the alluring and mature Mori Lass.

This timid man appeared very gentle on the surface, but beneath that gentle exterior lay a gambling addiction. He often gambled away all of Mori Lass's salary, causing Mori Lass to become utterly disappointed in him. When her two daughters were old enough to remember, she took them to the castle and never saw them again.

The two lecherous men, both frustrated by their wives, ended up together. Slater became Castor's mistress, and Castor repaid his debts for her. They hit it off immediately, but this completely disappointed Dolores, who had originally held hope for Castor.

After storming out of the tent in a fit of anger, Castor felt a chill in the summer night breeze. Thinking of his wife's prestige in Gruul and the mistress he was keeping, his anger turned into cowardice.

Even if the horny, mature knight who was just being ravaged by that man in the tent was his beautiful, mature wife, what right does he have to accuse his wife of adultery?

Is it because he keeps no fewer than fifty mistresses? Or is it because he often shamelessly asks his wife for money to seduce wealthy women?

So, after rushing out of the tent, the baron bit his nails and paced back and forth in front of his wife's tent, attracting the attention of the surrounding Xijinji knights who cast somewhat contemptuous and questioning glances at him.

Within the Knights of the Golden Dawn, Caster's reputation was utterly awful.