Blood Emperor Throne

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The letter stated that Duchess Orissa planned to come to Castella in three days to discuss with him in detail the development of trade routes and investments in the border Counts.

As he had predicted, this alluring woman in black stockings had not come to this remote and impoverished count's territory entirely to seek love.

Besides investing, the Duchess appears to want to develop the resources of the Ancaru Forest in the border Counts and try to develop some slave trade with the drow elves of Naregas.

However, this duchess did not seem to want to purchase slaves for entertainment purposes, but rather slaves for combat.

This is interesting.

Given the military strength of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux, there's no need for combat slaves to serve as cannon fodder. The elite slaves of the Drow Elf race, the Black Knights and Drow Spidermen, are also unlikely to be sold, unless these combat slaves have some special purpose…

For example, drow slaves and drow elf assassins who are skilled in assassination and counter-assassination.

It seems that the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux is not entirely peaceful inside.

Besides these matters, the Duchess also seems to want to cultivate a force within this border earldom that can give her control over the entire border earldom.

Castella is her current top choice.

Besides Castellar's recent annexation of the Earldom of Dorne and the implementation of a series of highly efficient reforms, there was also the fact that he had met the charming Duchess at Dorne Castle.

"What did the Duchess mention in the letter?"

Osalia looked at Asmodie with a shy expression. Unbeknownst to her, the elegant and mature Countess's soft voice had become increasingly charming and seductive.

Her soft, watery blue eyes, shimmering with the sweet scent of spring, gazed at the black lace camisole that had slipped from the envelope, still carrying a lingering, alluring fragrance. Her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks softened her body, making her even more intoxicated. Her alluring face grew increasingly shy and captivating, and the breaths from her soft, ripe lips became increasingly sticky and intoxicating.

After all… this beautiful countess, her ripe, plump, and soft clitoris, like a creamy, thick steamed bun, was currently only barely concealed by a delicate purple lace camisole that was deeply embedded in her ripe depths…

In some ways, her waist-length, vibrant purple spaghetti-strap lace dress was even more alluring than the Duchess's bright red lace with black trim...

"The Duchess is planning to visit Castells in three days." Asmodeus glanced with a hint of amusement at the beautiful Countess before him, whose soft, watery eyes held a hazy shyness and who exuded a rich, cloying feminine fragrance. The frenzy stirred in Asmodeus's eyes by the blood of the Beastman continued to surge.

This beautiful count, with his plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, now resembled a mature and alluring woman who could be lifted up at any moment and pressed down in this open garden to be impregnated.

His burning gaze, even amidst the beautiful countess's shy reciprocation, could effortlessly fall upon her already overflowing lips, adorned only by a delicate purple lace halter top that peeked deep into her smooth, white lips…

"Besides that, there are some issues regarding trade routes and investments, which the Duchess will personally discuss in person." Asmo handled the letters in his hand, then put the alluring black spaghetti-strap lace into the envelope.

“Is that so… Well, thank you for your hard work…” Osalia brushed aside the strands of hair from her forehead, the tender feelings in her watery blue eyes becoming even more intoxicating and gentle. She looked at Asmodeus in front of her, slightly biting her plump, ripe lips, about to speak, but was interrupted by Asmodeus’s next words.

"I'll take care of the rest later." After tidying up his things, Asmodeus took a sip of black tea and stood up.

"Well then, greetings, Your Excellency." With that, Asmodé, carrying the two letters, walked out of the garden.

Only Osalia's alluring face, flushed with a mesmerizing blush, remained in the garden, her elegant and mature beauty lowered, her plump, white, fleshy body panting hotly and seductively.

That night, the stars and moon hung high, and the summer night sky was unusually shrouded in a hazy veil.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

The light and languid sound of high heels echoed as a pair of elegant, vibrant purple peep-toe crystal sandals with delicate straps, exuding a charming spring vibe, landed on the wooden floor.

Osalia, dressed only in a cool, hip-length, lace-trimmed, bright purple spaghetti strap dress after her bath, exuded a languid charm. With her long, slender arms crossed, her soft, watery blue eyes gazed at the hazy night outside the castle's French windows, and she sighed softly.

Her shy, gentle eyes glanced down at her own body, which appeared even more tender and soft under the bright moonlight, and the intoxicating blush in her eyes grew even more tender.

Just as Osalia was about to return to her room, the light sound of high heels caught her attention.

The elegant and alluring blonde knight she knew so well, with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks like a ripe, creamy peach, entered Asmodie's room in the dead of night wearing only a very revealing coffee-colored lace dress that was practically a transparent veil.

This almost transparent halter-neck high-slit tulle skirt, with its coffee-colored lace halter neck that slits almost revealing the snowy, mature cleavage, is basically just two thin ribbons barely holding up two transparent and hollowed-out inverted triangles of hazy silk gauze, trembling as they wrap around the fragrant, soft, and creamy breasts that are as plump and creamy as a ripe melon.

Whenever the beautiful knight's fragrant, soft, and glistening feet land, her large, white, creamy breasts sway up and down, creating waves of soft, creamy milk, like cream-filled honey cakes.

What made Osalia's flesh go weak and her breath hot and sticky was that this light, high-slit coffee-colored gauze skirt was not only extremely revealing, barely covering her greasy, soft, and shiny flesh-colored pantyhose, but also had lace cutouts on both sides of the beautiful knight's plump and soft waist that went all the way to her waist.

The sheer coffee-colored gauze that draped down to her hips looked like two extremely cool and revealing silk curtains and honey curtains, cascading gracefully from both sides. With each step she took, her plump, mature legs, encased in glossy, flesh-colored pantyhose, and wearing cool and elegant flesh-colored, red-soled, backless, strappy peep-toe stiletto sandals, were adorned with a beautiful, supple fabric.

The already extremely cool and transparent gauze curtains and honey curtains fluttered up and down, and the greasy, soft, and shiny fleshy shreds collided, squeezed, and rolled out waves of juicy, soft, and shiny buttocks.

The light blue, openwork lace panties adorned only with a touch of black and red butterflies deeply accentuated the plump, fragrant, and moist curves of her ripe, tender honey source. Along with the deep, moist buds of her large, plump, and glossy buttocks, which were too plump and soft to be concealed, they were completely exposed to the air.

The blonde knight who went to Asmodel's room late at night was none other than her personal guard, the beautiful knight cassande.

Chapter 49 The Peep-Toe High Heels at the Door

Why...why would Cassandra go to Asmodal's room so late at night?

Osalia looked at her personal guard, the knight commander, who was dressed only in a very cool, transparent lace dress, and in a pair of elegant, mature flesh-colored peep-toe strappy high-heeled sandals with red soles, as she entered Asmodée's room, her charming eyes filled with shyness.

In the quiet of the night, the noble and alluring knight and the tall, strong, and savage man—this beautiful countess, now a mother, naturally knew what it meant.

Cassandra, the beautiful knight captain with ripe, juicy melon-like breasts and plump, stewed peach-like flesh, even though her naturally ripe and alluring flesh is extremely erotic, her noble and charming face also contains the elegance and grace of a noblewoman and the heroic spirit of a knight.

In particular, whenever her plump, mature, tight, sexy, glossy, long legs, clad in silk stockings, enter the crowd with an elegant and dignified posture, stepping into the public eye in elegant and beautiful bright silver deerskin knee-high heeled boots, they always attract waves of extremely hot and blasphemous gazes.

Whether they were lowly commoners or noble lords, upon seeing the pair of fleshy, plump, firm, and glossy long legs of the silk-clad knight, they all yearned to have those fragrant, soft, and oily silk-clad feet, with a contemptuous and arrogant attitude, entice them to be trampled under their elegant, silver-white, knee-high, high-heeled boots.

Cassandra's attitude towards people has always been aloof and arrogant. Even when faced with the advances of earls and nobles from other territories, she would coldly reject them, leaving those nobles and lords who had always coveted her but could never have a taste of her.

And ever since this man rescued her and the Knight Commander from the beast horde, she has noticed that the beautiful Knight Commander Cassandra, who always maintains a cold and aloof demeanor towards everyone, has gradually undergone some ambiguous changes.

The originally noble and charming female knight commander, whose elegant and graceful female knight style gradually became more and more alluring and seductive.

That noble and alluring face, with its soft and seductive charm, became more and more captivating with each passing day. Recently, it has been exuding a seductive and mature spring charm that is enough to make any male creature gasp for breath. The languid and seductive allure flowing between those originally noble and beautiful golden eyes is so captivating that it makes one's mouth dry at just one glance.

The already plump and soft milky breasts are as juicy and sweet as a ripe papaya filled with creamy cream. As for the firm and plump breasts with a shape as ripe and juicy as a steamed peach, they are becoming increasingly plump, juicy, ripe and firm.

This increasingly mature and juicy, naturally alluring woman, every time she appears in front of people with her pair of plump, firm, and glossy long legs, the very outline of her incredibly soft and juicy gourd-shaped figure, outlined by her waist-cinching shirt and slim-fitting trousers, is enough to leave anyone who glances at her back speechless for a long time.

When she was out in public, Cassandra always wore tight-fitting corset shirts and skinny trousers, or fitted breastplates with lightweight chainmail, covered by a silk robe and cloak.

In the castle where only women reside, things were a bit cooler, with half-open sheer shirts barely covering her plump, soft, oily, white breasts, or lace-trimmed silk slip dresses that barely reached her knees.

But lately... this usually aloof and proud beautiful knight commander has started dressing more and more revealingly and sexily, with some of her dresses even being quite provocative.

The belted shirts and tight trousers worn when out and about gradually evolved into lightweight, tight-fitting, sheer shirts paired with slim-fitting trousers.

The dresses worn underneath became increasingly erotic and revealing. What was originally a sheer shirt with a half-open collar had evolved into a completely loose, open sheer shirt hanging on her rounded shoulders, with her plump, soft breasts practically jumping out without any cover.

Her plump, soft, white breasts were now only covered by a very revealing white lace camisole, which barely squeezed into her plump, white breasts that exuded a rich, meaty aroma, revealing the very erotic, tender camel toe gaps.

But even such revealing and see-through shirts are becoming less common for Cassandra lately. Her attire at the castle has gradually shifted towards more glamorous and alluring semi-transparent spaghetti strap sheer dresses that reach her hips, and hot, bright red low-cut lace-trimmed silk skirts that reach her hips. The proportion of these extremely sexy and vibrant silk skirts is increasing day by day.

These extremely glamorous and revealing silk dresses and halter-neck tulle skirts were always stretched taut by Cassandra's plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, which seemed to be about to jump out of the tulle skirt with each sway. As for the silk skirts, which barely reached her buttocks, they could not completely cover her plump, soft, white breasts.

As for the styles of lace corsets, they have evolved from the extremely conservative fully covered lace-trimmed strapless bras to semi-openwork lace styles, then to half-chest strapless bras, and in recent days have gradually transformed into completely openwork styles with only palm-sized openwork lace, and then to the recent styles with only two thin lines of openwork lace, and even a center opening.

This extremely sensual lace-trimmed strapless top, compared to Cassandra's plump, milky breasts that resemble ripe melons, would basically overflow with a large expanse of snowy milky color no matter which one it is. The thin lace straps around the breasts, which are only a finger's width wide, would only sink futilely into the soft, honey-smooth, white flesh.

The originally conservative body-hugging lace panties have gradually been replaced by sensual and ambiguous openwork lace, then to thin camisole lace panties that are only the size of a palm, and finally to the most recent ones that are only a finger wide and waist-length thin camisole openwork lace that are deeply embedded in the plump and soft vulva...

The conservative, form-fitting lace panties of the past were already a stretch for Cassandra's plump, soft breasts, which were comparable to a ripe, juicy peach. With increasingly erotic and revealing styles, they basically only served to wrap around her tender, plump vulva and deeply accentuate her alluring, juicy, and mature figure.

And that waist-length, thin, openwork lace strap, barely an inch wide, was the result of being deeply constricted by this plump, soft, and fragrant source of nectar, already overflowing with floral nectar and steaming with feminine heat.

This beautiful knight, who originally only wore high-end, seductive, glossy flesh-colored bodysuit stockings, gradually expanded her styles, from vibrant purple lace-trimmed glossy suspender stockings to seductive waist-high, hip-hugging black pantyhose and hot red lace-trimmed suspender glossy black stockings.

The styles of high heels that go with them range from elegant black and red-soled strappy crystal open-toe high-heeled sandals to delicate flesh-colored and red-soled pointed-toe low-cut strappy high heels, elegant and luxurious silver-white knee-high deerskin boots, and high-strap carved openwork silver-white short boots.

In the entire castle, Asmodeus was the only man. Osalia knew perfectly well that the increasingly glamorous changes in Cassandra and even the entire Violet Knights were entirely due to Asmodeus.

If those outside the castle knew that this noble and alluring knight, with her long, voluptuous, and firm legs encased in extremely erotic and glossy stockings, and wearing high heels that accentuated her noble and alluring charm, was being carried by Asmodie, who was pressing her legs down and riding her with abandon, would be a different story.

Countless nobles and lords would be driven mad with jealousy by this.

Logically speaking, Osalia should have gone back to her room and pretended not to have seen anything.

Although her elegant and mature beauty, the Countess, has recently been behaving no better than Asmodie, who has become increasingly glamorous and alluring, in front of her, she is just as sensual.

But no matter what, as a countess, she couldn't interfere with Cassandra's life...

However, just as Osalia, her body growing increasingly soft and sticky with pleasure, was about to pass by Asmodian's room with languid and alluring steps, she saw something that made her face flush with intoxication.

After Cassandra entered the room, the door wasn't closed. A flesh-colored, red-soled, peep-toe, strappy high-heeled sandal, still carrying a hint of lingering, rich scent, was wedged in place by the closing door.

And on those peep-toe suspender high heels, the light blue openwork lace panties with lingering strands of glistening nectar and adorned with black and red butterflies made the Countess's soft, peach-colored eyes even more alluring and captivating.

And it was precisely because the door was not closed that, from behind it, came faint, seductive moans of love, accompanied by soft, muffled slapping sounds like a heavy hammer striking a ripe, juicy ball of cream, mixed with sticky, gurgling sounds.

It was through the crack of the unclosed door that a scene of extremely vibrant and alluring spring scenery, as if deliberately seducing this elegant and beautiful countess, came into Osalia's view.

Inside the room, on the luxurious and elegant Gothic bed, Asmodie's tall and strong body, as sculpted as a marble sculpture, was pressing a woman's plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, as ripe and juicy as a ripe peach, against the edge of the bed in an extremely forceful manner, almost as if he were forcibly violating her.

From this angle, Osalia could see very clearly that the pair of long, slender legs, covered in glossy, fleshy pantyhose, were forced to straighten between Asmodie's strong legs, and one of her tender, fleshy feet, having lost a high heel, was forced to stand on its tiptoe.

And she could clearly see how the man's hard and solid waist was repeatedly slamming into her plump, soft, and shiny buttocks, causing waves of fleshy, soft, and shiny flesh to ripple and splash her juices everywhere.

The man's strong and solid waist, with each thrust, could make the mature and beautiful mother beneath him cry out in a wanton and tender way, and could also make her plump, firm, and glossy long legs tremble incessantly, with sticky and honeyed nectar flowing between her tender and soft thighs.

Chapter 50 Princess Knight Meat Armor

The night was deep and dark, and the bright moon was cold and clear.

The soft moonlight, like a veil, streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the long corridor, casting a light white veil over the simple and elegant furnishings in the room and the erotic scene filled with brutality and savagery.

The night veil, which should have been as light as mist, was instantly tinged with a delicate, alluring peach hue by the rich, mature fragrance of women, a color that would make any woman feel aroused and tender.

The magnificent and elegant Gothic bed swayed back and forth, and a pair of fair hands wearing flesh-colored lace-embroidered ring gloves tightly gripped the soft mattress, sometimes stretching out their slender, jade-like fingers, and sometimes deeply embedding them into the soft mattress.

On the clean, smooth wooden floor, scattered haphazardly were extremely erotic silk skirts. The alluring flesh-colored, semi-transparent, thin-strapped, high-slit silk skirts, along with the flesh-colored, openwork silk lace bodice, were so erotic that even the most seductive prostitute would feel weak in the knees and blush.

At the edge of the soft mattress, a pair of long, voluptuous legs, clad in glossy, fleshy stockings, were now only adorned with a pair of elegant, bright red peep-toe high heels. With each brutal assault by the man, they trembled incessantly.

Her two plump, soft, and luscious feet, now only wearing a fish-mouth heel, were forced to be raised high under the man's rough and aggressive assault, revealing the smooth, fleshy arch and the mature curves of her rounded heel.

Her beautiful toes, each nail adorned with pale purple nail polish, were now glistening and dewy from the spilled floral glaze, exuding a mature and alluring fragrance.

"Slap—slap—slap—"

"Goo...you, don't~goooo~so~rough?~"

"Ugh...no, don't let the Countess find out..."

One after another, the increasingly heavy and wild slapping sounds, mixed with the sweet and charming moans of spring, echoed endlessly, just like a raging and savage centaur galloping wildly, thrusting its ferocious and barbaric lance, attacking a ripe and juicy spring of honey with a ferocious offensive.

Asmodie's strong and sturdy body roughly pressed the plump, fleshy buttocks of the mature, oily-haired, and alluring mother beneath him, forcing her smooth, plump, white jade-like back to press tightly against his hard chest.

This plump, firm back, with its subtly sculpted and sexy V-line emerging from beneath its mature flesh, was already steaming with strands of fragrant sweat under the alluring peach-colored hue and the sultry atmosphere of the summer night. This sweat tinged her plump, firm back with a mature, oily hue reminiscent of solidified jade.

That plump, firm, and alluringly voluptuous waist of the mature woman was now only marked by a slick, oily sheer stocking, leaving a soft, oily welt. This hot, firm waist of the voluptuous woman, who should have been riding a warhorse, could only collapse in vain with each violent thrust of the man behind her.

Her plump, soft, and greasy buttocks, exuding a luscious maternal fragrance, were so soft and greasy that they resembled two creamy jellies filled with rich, creamy milk, steamed until cooked, and then coated with oily threads.

The man's firm and solid waist, with each slam, would cause those two greasy, juicy buttocks to tremble like fermented and steamed cream, then bounce up amidst gurgling, sticky sounds, before falling heavily back down, almost effortlessly sending waves of oily, greasy flesh crashing against them again.

The female knight commander, who should have been riding on a saddle, her tight, hot, and sultry silk trousers steaming with the aroma of ripe, mature flesh, enveloping the hard, slightly cool saddle in a soft, plump, and firm embrace, now found herself with this bursting, greasy, and oily ripe buttocks, which had become the best cushion for the man's rampage.

During the day, whenever this beautiful knight-errant appeared before people, striding with her plump, firm, silky legs and trembling, extremely erotic and greasy buttocks in her boots, she would arouse waves of filthy, fiery, and lewd greed.

These lowly scoundrels, who only lustfully peek and imagine this voluptuous, sexy knight riding on them with an arrogant and contemptuous posture, could never imagine such a thing.

When the knight-errant, the beautiful mother, was in the castle, her glossy, ripe flesh, like a succulent peach, would become Asmody's exclusive and beloved cushion. Whether in the corridor or the bedroom, he would casually tear open her glossy, fleshy stockings and brutally pound her ripe flesh, causing her to splatter with honey and her buttocks to ripple.

They would never have known that when this beautiful knight, with her long, shapely legs and high-heeled silver boots, appeared before them with an elegant and haughty demeanor, she would be a sight to behold.

These two plump, juicy buttocks had long been stuffed into cream puffs in places they couldn't see.

And those beautiful silver-stockinged feet of the glamorous mother knight, which haunted the dreams and fantasies of countless lowly people, now, with each step of the glamorous mother knight's soft, fleshy feet, would echo with extremely sticky and lewd sounds.

As Asmody repeatedly and brutally ravaged and ravaged her, Cassandra's noble, aloof, and alluring eyes were filled with seductive, mature pink hearts, which rose and fell with each wave of sensual pleasure that nearly plunged her into the abyss. Her plump, soft breasts were now tightly gripped, and drops of sticky, sweet nectar slid down her cheeks.

This seemingly charming and proud female knight, in reality, had already become a depraved and seductive woman the moment Asmodie roughly pinned her down and began his brutal and destructive assault.

"What? Are you so afraid your countess will find out?"

Asmodeus's eyes swept over the increasingly intoxicating and shy gaze of spring passion from behind the door, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He leaned down, his large hands moving upwards, tracing the oily threads of her buttocks that were trembling from the impact, and caressing her plump, firm waist wrapped in waist-length strands of horse fat. He then grasped her two large, restless breasts, which were squeezed into ripe, creamy pancakes, one in each hand.

The smooth, plump honeydew melon breasts, their outlines perfectly resembling two white jade bell-shaped mounds filled with fragrant, sweet, and creamy milk, easily engulfed his large hand, shifting in soft, creamy shapes as he roughly kneaded them.

"Goo-hoo? What are you trying to do now? Ugh... something bad?" Cassandra's eyes rolled back in disgust after Asmodie's series of rough assaults, her alluring gaze now filled with a seductive, infatuated blush.

Her flesh, already shaped like Asmodian's, was incredibly pliant and alluring. Under this brutal treatment, she obediently raised her upper body, which was drenched in fragrant sweat and looked as if it had been coated with a layer of smooth, succulent oil.

Those two plump, white breasts, now free from the support of the bedding, drooped from their tender buds like ripe, milky melons. Asmodeus held them up in his arms like a servant holding a soft, creamy cake, one in each hand. In his hands, they swayed and trembled with his rough thrusting, releasing waves of fragrant, creamy white ripples.

After these days of violation and training, this once aloof and arrogant knight commander, who had always maintained a cold and proud demeanor towards any male, has completely become a mare with plump breasts and fleshy buttocks under Asmodie's body.

Even in front of the Countess, she was humiliated by changing into an extremely sexy and mature short skirt that barely covered half of her plump, mature buttocks, her soft, fleshy buttocks wrapped in shiny black stockings.

In front of the Countess, or even the other female knights and maids, or even in the deserted alleys outside the castle, this man casually reached his large hand into her short, silver skirt armor that reached her hips, wantonly violating and desecrating her glossy black stockings that exuded the aroma of ripe, succulent flesh, like a steaming, creamy, honeyed cake. She could only bite into the soft, ripe fabric and let him ravage her.

If Asmodian were to take advantage of her and pin her against a wall or table, she would obediently straighten her plump, firm breasts, her long, soft, and greasy silks.

"Aren't you worried about being discovered by the Countess? Then, go sit in the corridor."