Blood Emperor Throne

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They need to offer their tender, soft lips to that thick, erect lance that stands tall in the morning, while their delicate, soft, white silk-clad feet will fill their crystal maid heels with thick, white fluid when they offer Asmodie their sweet, soft, white silk breasts.

And it was clear that today's morning service was much more intense than usual.

After all, in the past, they were at most pinned down by Asmodian's tall and strong body, who would lift up their soft, white silk legs and use his penis to penetrate their tender, moist white silk vulva and delicate white silk clitoris, turning them into cream puffs, and ravaging them until their elegant and charming eyes were completely rolled up, and their beautiful and delicate faces were filled with infatuation.

Or perhaps they would stand side by side by the French windows, pressing their soft, tender breasts or their smooth, moist breasts against the windows, and raising their plump, soft, moist buttocks high, so that Asmodie could take turns violating and filling them in front of the maids and the knights.

But today, Asmodée's morning surge was much higher than usual.

After all, this arrogant and savage male centaur had been thoroughly aroused by the charming Duchess Orissa and the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia last night.

These morning maids would no longer be like before, merely being violated and filled by Asmodian, yet still able to walk out of his room with languid, soft steps.

As Rowling walked with elegant steps, her delicate, elegant white silk-stockinged feet hooked onto the crystal maid's sky-high heels, she arrived at the door of the Countess's boudoir. The sounds of soft, wanton moans coming from behind the door, mixed with the sticky, churning sounds of honeyed nectar, were enough to make any female creature's flesh soften and her breath become hot and sticky.

"Eek? ~~Are you going to lose me? ~~Oh my god? ~~Me, the Duchess? ~~Am I going to be forcibly violated and lost in front of the maids? ~~Eek eek? ~~You big wolfhound? ~~

"Ugh... Slow down... Slow down... Any more... Eee-ah-ah-ah... If I keep being violated like this... Ugh-oh-oh-oh-oh... I'm going to become... become like Katharina... Being violated in public is... Eee-hmm-hmm-hmm...?"

The Duchess and Countess's soft, sweet moans, filled with the allure of spring, echoed endlessly in the Countess's boudoir.

To be more precise, the soft, sweet moans of these two beautiful women had been faintly echoing in the castle since last night, which explained why the maids had rosy cheeks and languid, languid bodies this morning.

Besides the fact that Asmody would press the two voluptuous beauties' plump breasts and buttocks against the French windows in the morning and take turns violating them in front of the passing maids, it was also because of the incessant moans of pleasure that lasted all night.

Rowling maintained her dignified and elegant demeanor, gently knocking on the door with her delicate hand: "Good morning, Madam."

"Eeeee?~~Lowling?~~Ohhhhhh?~~Lowling~~No~Don't come in?~Guyee?~~Me?~I'm~~Eeeee~busy right now?~"

Countess Osalia's soft, shy cries of spring, mixed with the splashing sounds of nectar, were like a massive, heavy battering ram, relentlessly pounding a pool of flower buds brimming with sweet, ripe nectar, causing the nectar to overflow and splash.

"Goo-ooh? In front of the maid? In this position? Goo-ooh? Will I lose it? Will I become... unable to leave your mature, seductive wife? Ee-ooh?~~"

Amidst the soft, sweet cries of spring, the elegant and intellectual head maid in white silk pushed open the door and gracefully entered the countess's boudoir, which was already filled with the sweet fragrance of mature femininity and creamy milk.

This once luxurious and elegant countess's boudoir was now littered with various crystal high heels, evening gowns, suspender silk dresses, and glamorous stockings scattered all over the wooden floor, which was covered with warm woolen fabric. Mature nectar and glistening, sweet milk were also splashed everywhere.

And in front of that smooth, tidy floor-to-ceiling window, stood the beautiful, silky-skinned Meosalia, with two breasts that looked like ripe papayas filled with sweet, mature honey and exuding the fragrance of ripe female honey.

Right now, like a noblewoman in a suit of flesh, Asmodie's tall and strong body was lifting her from behind, hooking up her plump, soft, and glistening flesh, and carrying her slick, oily buttocks, soaked in rich, fragrant sweat and nectar, exuding an aphrodisiac, hot, and thirst-quenching scent.

Her beautiful hands, clad in purple silk, were bound by a delicate purple lace halter top, hooked behind Asmodie's neck.

This forced her two mounds of milky, ripe peach-like breasts to completely transform into two creamy peaches suspended high on a jade plate. As Asmodie thrust his spear from behind like a rampaging centaur lancer, waves of soft, fragrant cream rippled out, and the sweet, ripe milky milk mixed with the ripe spring honey spilled onto the French windows in front of her.

Asmodie's massive, monstrous lance, soaked in the rich, creamy nectar and nectar of her breasts, squeezed straight between her two mounds of greasy flesh, which were made entirely of ripe honey and cream. It was tightly wrapped by her soft, greasy buttocks, completely violating those two mounds of soft, greasy flesh.

The sticky, gurgling sound of water splashed as he squeezed into the two plump, moist mounds of oily flesh, splattering nectar.

This arrogant and savage centaur, every time it galloped wildly, its two mounds, as plump and fragrant as ripe peaches, would constantly slam against its hard waist, creating waves of fleshy, creamy buttocks.

Even after Rowling entered, Asmody's indifferent dark eyes merely glanced at her before continuing to serve the train bento box, one bite at a time, right in front of this elegant and intellectual head maid in white silk.

Standing before the French windows, in front of the passing maids, the beautiful count, with his plump breasts and ripe buttocks, was splattered with nectar. His pair of clear, spring-like eyes rolled upwards, his tongue lolled out, and a sweet, aphrodisiac fragrance wafted from his tender, soft breasts.

Her once gentle and elegant eyes, now filled with a captivating allure, kept rolling upwards, while her fleshy feet, clad in shimmering purple crystal heels, swayed wildly as her chubby, fleshy legs were teased.

"Eeoh?~ Lost~~ Guyi yi?~ In front of the maid?~ Being used as a noblewoman's flesh armor?~~ Ee-uh-uh-uh-uh?~~"

This arrogant and savage centaur's increasingly brutal attacks caused the two plump, ripe breasts, brimming with rich, creamy milk, to sway and tremble wildly, like two mounds hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff, with each thrust of Asmodian's hips.

That massive, menacing lance, comparable to that of a savage, arrogant centaur lancer, landed heavily on his hard, solid waist with each slam of her two plump, soft, glistening buttocks.

Amidst the gurgling, sticky sounds, it forcefully pushed aside her ripe, soft, and nectar-soaked vulva, penetrating all the way to the very end, causing her two oily, mature buttocks to sway and tremble wildly, nectar splattering everywhere.

Lorraine's sudden intrusion and Asmody's increasingly ferocious and savage rampage caused Meosalia, who had just regained a sliver of clarity, to once again roll her eyes back, bite her ripe, honeyed lips, and stare blankly, her glistening, fleshy legs trembling and shaking wildly.

The ripe, greasy liquid trembled uncontrollably, spraying out a stream of fragrant, mellow honey and a jet of hot, glistening water, which drenched the plump, white-silk-clad flesh of the noble and elegant white-silk-clad maids beneath her.

Chapter 107 The Maid's Job (Second update, two more to go)

The morning routine is one of the most important tasks for the maids each day.

Their duties included, but were not limited to, cleaning the castle, preparing breakfast and lunch, clearing fallen leaves from the garden, taking inventory of the castle's stock, and, if it was time for the daily shopping trip, listing the purchase orders and presenting them to the lord.

However, this is only part of the maids' job duties.

In this decadent and greedy imperial aristocracy, the maids around the lords were essentially no different from the lords' private playthings.

If it's a relatively normal territory belonging to a noble or lord, the maids only need to maintain their normal work. However, if it's the territory of a bloated and decadent noble or lord, the maids' work will be much more than just simple cleaning and maintenance of the castle.

At many banquets hosted by nobles, the maids, dressed in revealing, see-through silk miniskirts, were basically food for the nobles and lords to enjoy at will. If the guests at the banquet requested it, the maids could only wear semi-transparent maid veils and alluring stockings and high heels, and come to the guests' rooms at night to serve them.

The work of maids has become common knowledge throughout the entire Carolant Empire.

Even the maids serving the noblewomen sometimes found themselves draped in revealing veils, serving the guests alongside these alluring and dissolute ladies at banquets, drawn by their decadent charm.

However, in Castella, there were no such unspoken rules of debauchery and decadence when she served as a maid, whether during the reign of the Countess or the current reign of Asmodeus.

Countess Osalia was very gentle and never paid attention to the unspoken rules of debauchery among nobles, so the guests who came and went naturally would not lay a hand on Castella's maids.

During Asmodée's reign, no male guest was allowed to enter the Castle of Castella. All sixty-six maids in the castle, as well as the noblewomen and knights who came and went, and the personal maids assigned to these noblewomen, were his exclusive possessions.

The maids he took as female slaves, including the noblewomen and female knights he took in, were all carefully selected. Those fallen noblewomen and female knights were not qualified to become his female slaves, and he let them escape.

Those maids who had become playthings of the nobles also settled down in Castelia after being given a sum of money to ensure their food and clothing. With the current stable environment in Castelia, they were able to live a prosperous and peaceful life.

However, when Castella was in a weak position, many restless nobles thought of making a move against the Countess's maids, especially the elegant and intelligent head maid, Lorraine, who wore white silk stockings.

Her gentle and noble temperament, elegant and dignified maid demeanor, especially after she put on a pair of light gold frameless glasses, made her graceful and gentle charm even more desirable to the nobles. Not to mention that this beautiful head maid also had a plump, gourd-shaped body with breasts and buttocks that were second only to Countess Osalia.

Whenever this head maid in white silk stockings appeared before the guests, wearing an ankle-length black and white maid dress, her plump, soft white silk legs striding across the table in elegant black maid heels, these greedy and lewd nobles would often suggest to the Countess, through hints or metaphors, the idea of ​​exchanging maids to enhance their relationship.

Among the imperial nobility, exchanging maids was one of their decadent ways of playing. The maids exchanged could be maids who had been trained by both parties, or they could be noblewomen's wives or even daughters who had changed into revealing maid skirts. The exchanged maids would abide by the maid agreement and be played with by others throughout the process.

Osalia was gentle by nature, but she was not ignorant of the unspoken rules among nobles. She would always refuse firmly, which often displeased the nobles and lords.

After Asmodian settled in Castelia, no one dared to make such a request to Osalia anymore. After all, those who dared to make such requests had all become fertilizer to nourish the fields.

It was Asmodeus's assertive demeanor and composed, heroic appearance that made the Countess's maids feel no resistance to this newly arrived knight commander.

As for the present situation, being served as breakfast by this valiant and robust knight commander every day is not a bad experience for these maids. To be more precise, if it weren't for the Countess and Catherine often monopolizing them, the maids of the castle would extremely yearn to become the personal maids of this valiant knight commander and be at his disposal.

After all, compared to those fat, bloated nobles, this knight commander was not only handsome and composed, but also had a body as perfect and firm as a marble sculpture, and the indifference in his dark eyes made their flesh melt.

Furthermore, after Asmodeus moved into the castle, they went from being afraid of becoming playthings if they were separated from the Countess to now not harboring any covetous thoughts when they encounter noble nobles, but instead adopting an elegant demeanor.

However, that's what they say... but for the maids in the castle who have long since become slaves to Asmodeus, this morning service still requires six of them to take turns to maintain.

A secondary reason was the allocation of maids.

The main reason, of course, is that the maids who serve in the morning are all ravaged by this tall and strong knight commander until their soft, moist vulvas and tender buds are filled, and they maintain a soft and lazy demeanor throughout the whole day's work.

However, even with the rotation, every morning, these six maids would be violated by Asmody until their flesh was soft and weak, and their honeyed buds and vaginas would be filled until they were like puffs before it was over. Not to mention that Asmody was particularly engorged today.

"Gurgle?~ Ugh?~~"

The soft, sweet moans of spring, mingled with the languid, seductive breaths of the maids, echoed in the elegant countess's boudoir.

The six noble and elegant white-silk-clad maids, their plump bodies with honeyed breasts and fragrant buttocks, were scattered and sprawled in the countess's boudoir in the morning, some in the rear-entry position with their buttocks raised against the window, some in the position of being penetrated, and some supporting themselves on the desk with their soft, moist buttocks raised.

The soft, fragrant, and glutinous cream-filled abalone and the tender, plump butterfly abalone had been completely ravaged by Asmodée into the shape of ferocious beasts, overflowing with sticky, ripe nectar and thick white syrup.

Pairs of delicate, soft, white-stockinged maid feet were on display. Some had already flung off their crystal maid heels, their white-stockinged feet exuding a sweet, milky fragrance, glistening with nectar. The maids leaning against desks and windows, their elegant white crystal maid heels filled with thick, warm white fluid, had turned into a milky white, misty substance.

"Ugh...no...I can't take it anymore?...It's going to get lost?...It's going to get lost...ooh...ooh?~"

The charming and alluring Duchess, with her plump breasts, ripe buttocks, and gourd-shaped curves, was currently being pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window by Asmodeus, her smooth, white back pressed tightly against the glass.

The man's large hands cradled her two mounds of black silk, like ripe peaches overflowing with milk and honey. He transformed into a savage centaur lancer, thrusting his hips repeatedly, violating this duchess in front of the maids below, until her juices splattered everywhere. Her soft, ripe flesh was repeatedly crushed into a soft, fragrant cake on the French windows.

Two pairs of fleshy, supple, and glossy black stockings were now, obeying her submissive instincts, wrapping around Asmodie's firm waist. Her two exquisite and vibrant black stockings were hooking onto a pair of noble and mature red pointed-toe crystal stilettos.

Softly draped around Asmodie's waist, the shoes swayed seductively in mid-air with each increasingly violent and savage thrust, while two elegant, mature, bright red crystal stilettos were lightly hooked onto her black-stockinged feet, their long, slender heels bobbing up and down with each foot's movement.

Two mounds of flesh, like ripe, plump peaches, were encased in vibrant black stockings that accentuated their curves. Each time Asmody's firm, muscular waist struck them, soft, creamy waves of flesh would ripple across their bodies.

Until that ferocious, thick centaur lance repeatedly forced its way through the two soft, fragrant, black-stockinged buttocks, violating the duchess's tender, sweet buds, which had only experienced human intimacy the previous night, into a shape exclusively for him.

Each time the centaur galloped wildly, the Duchess's plump, soft, black silk peach-shaped vulva would splash with glistening, ripe nectar, and her two plump, white, creamy, peach-shaped breasts would then rub against Asmodée's marble-sculpted chest, adding a touch of vibrant, mature spring charm to the already sweet and ripe feminine scent.

"Oh dear? ~~Are we going to lose her? ~Alas? ~I, the Duchess, am going to be your breeding ground again, you big wolfhound? ~~"

Accompanied by another soft, sweet cry of spring, the Duchess, in this morning's invasion and ravaging, her alluring face adorned with a seductive, wanton, and infatuated deep field, her pair of captivating eyes, shimmering with peach-heart-shaped spring honey, were ravaged until they rolled upwards incessantly. As the centaur's lance erupted with a torrent of hot, nectar-filled semen, her pair of black-stockinged feet, adorned with bright red high heels, swung wildly once more, splattering nectar everywhere.

At the end of this morning feast.

The charming and alluring Duchess Orissa and the elegant and mature Countess Orissa, each knelt in a languid, seductive pose on the Gothic bed, which was already soaked with sticky vaginal fluid, and rode on Asmodeus's firm and solid waist.

Their ripe, plump, and glistening buttocks, shaped like ripe peaches in black silk stockings, were like semi-solidified, sweet, creamy milk exuding a sweet, honey-like fragrance. Under the gaze of this lady and her beautiful, spring-like, alluring eyes, they formed a honeyed source of silky buttocks, filled with the sweet, mature fragrance of female ripeness. The sweet, mature female fragrance emanating from them was enough to make any male unleash his most primal desires.

The two stunning beauties, with their elegant and alluring hands clasped in glossy black silk and their smooth and delicate hands clasped in purple silk, held Asmodie's thick and menacing centaur lance as they gracefully and alluringly descended upon their soft, fragrant, and honey-smooth buttocks.

Let the man's hot, ferocious beastly lance, laden with the nectar of ripe female flowers, disappear amidst their soft, mellow cries of spring, between their oily, soft, silk-stockinged buttocks, until the rising and falling of their soft, silky buttocks squeezed out Asmodian's morning rage. Mei has no time to think about Lin Zai Zai.

Chapter 108 Personal Maid, Isabel

The vibrant spring scenery of the morning faded away as the maids cleaned the countess's boudoir, accompanied by the crisp sound of their white crystal stiletto heels.

However, after the maids tidied up the elegant evening gowns, stockings, and high heels scattered on the floor, the room was still filled with the sweet and mellow scents of honey and milk, adding a touch of intoxicating peach to the warm and gentle morning.

"Please have some black tea, Commander Knight."

A soft, melodious voice interrupted Asmodie's thoughts as he examined trade regulations and contracts. A cup of black tea, fragrant with sweet milk and warm tea aromas, was pushed in front of him by a beautiful maid in white silk stockings with a plump and graceful figure, and a soft, supple body with honey-like breasts and a fragrant bottom.

After enjoying the morning maid's feast, and having violated the charming duchess and the elegant and mature count until their flesh was soft and overflowing with nectar, Asmodé, with the help of the maids, changed into a fitted shirt and trousers, and sat down at the countess's private desk to casually flip through the trade contracts signed the night before.

Asmodé picked up the black tea, took a casual sip, and found it smooth and fragrant, with a lingering aroma. It was warm and delicious, with the sweetness of milk and the refreshing taste of black tea, making it perfect for enjoying while reading reports in the morning.

He watched the milk slick up from the ripples in his cup of black tea, then glanced at the gentle and beautiful white-haired maid beside him, a fleeting thought crossing his mind.

Before me stood a gentle and graceful maid in white silk stockings. Her plump and beautiful mature body was outlined by a cool, revealing sleeveless, backless, white, sheer shirt, showcasing her full and voluptuous curves.

Those two mounds of soft, white breasts, resembling creamy milk, were not as plump and juicy as Osalia and Alice's, but they were still fragrant, soft, and creamy, like creamy peaches overflowing from the openwork sides of their shirts, revealing large swaths of snow-white, soft, creamy flesh.

The maid's soft, fragrant, and smooth white silk-stockinged buttocks were unlike those of other maids, whose mature curves were only outlined by a pair of bare white stockings. Nor were they dressed in the uniform maid skirts that barely reached the buttocks. Instead, a white silk apron, which could be described as a hazy and light white veil, hung down gracefully, implicitly outlining the soft and fragrant contours of her mature and smooth white vulva.

As for those two soft, fragrant, and ripe buttocks, covered only by a pure, sheer white pantyhose that barely covered them, whenever her white silk-stockinged feet, clad in high heels with white and red soles, landed, those two soft, peach-like buttocks would tremble slightly like semi-solidified, sweet, ripe cream, creating soft, ripe ripples.

"I do have some impression of you." Asmodai sipped his black tea, gazing at the maid's gentle and beautiful face. Her long, dark, wavy hair was neatly styled in an updo, and her pale pink eyes seemed to hold a pool of soft, sweet spring water.

However, despite her seemingly gentle and elegant demeanor, the beauty mark adorning the corner of her soft, fragrant lips, and the tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye that accentuated her mature and alluring charm, actually transformed her gentleness into an embellishment of her captivating and mature allure.

She was clearly a gentle and beautiful woman, but after changing into this maid outfit, which should have made her look more mature and charming, she instead exuded a more alluring and seductive charm.

Asmodari remembered this maid, partly because of the alluring and mature passion hidden beneath her seemingly gentle and graceful demeanor, but mainly because this maid was not chosen by him to become a maid in the castle, but rather was a maid who voluntarily served him.

During a campaign against the Earl of Dorne, he personally rescued the beautiful maid from the Earl's rebellious army, and she followed him to the castle ever since, becoming his maidservant.

Besides that, what impressed Asmoder most about this maid was that when he was doing his morning chores or changing and washing up in the evening, this beautiful maid with her honey-breasted and fragrant buttocks in white stockings would often sway her soft and fragrant buttocks with a hint of shyness, or when she served him red tea, she would press her two soft and fragrant white breasts against his arm.

Whenever she cleaned or tidied the room in front of him, the maid seemed completely unaware that she was only wearing a white gauze apron that was completely transparent like a honey curtain. She would often stand in front of him, wearing a pair of white and red-soled high heels, stretching her plump and soft white silk legs and raising her fragrant, soft and creamy white silk buttocks high.

Her soft, honey-sweet vulva, resembling a steamed bun with a thin lace strap, was often fully exposed to him when she wore only a thin lace strap or was completely naked. Her sticky, ripe nectar had long since soaked through the lace and white stockings.

Occasionally, Asmody would only casually fondle her soft, peach-like breasts or her ripe, fleshy buttocks. But after it happened more often, he would frequently do so while this beautiful maid in white stockings was wiping the table and raising her ripe, peach-like buttocks high.

Like a master enjoying a mature and beautiful maid in the morning, he embraced her soft, white-silk buttocks from behind, and with an extremely rough attack, like using a mature female slave with honeyed breasts and fragrant buttocks, he violated her until her honeyed tongue was spitting out and her nectar was splashing everywhere, until he filled her creamy, slit-like vulva with cream until it overflowed like a cream puff.

This seemingly gentle but actually alluring white-stockinged maid, whether it was when she first enjoyed her ripe, fleshy buttocks in the castle without any male touch, or when he drove his ferocious, thick lance and, under the gaze of her shy, tender, and alluring eyes, spread open her two creamy, virginal labia and forcibly took her as his exclusive possession, always displayed a shyness that did not match her appearance.

Even after she became his regular maid, whenever she pretended to be oblivious and lifted her plump, silky buttocks to let him fondle and violate her, this beautiful maid in white silk would still bite her soft, sweet lips with a blush of shyness as he covered her soft, peach-like breasts and buttocks with his large hands, allowing him to violate her.

"I vaguely remember, your name is Isabel?" Asmodeus asked casually, turning to a page of the contract report.

"Yes, Master." Isabel bent her soft, plump waist slightly, and her sweet, tender lips parted slightly, often exuding a sweet and intoxicating fragrance.

This is also why Asmodé often enjoyed the service of this beautiful maid in white silk. This gentle and beautiful maid in white silk, with her honey-smooth breasts and fragrant buttocks, often exuded a sweet and intoxicating fragrance, like the scent of ripe roses and elegant peonies, which easily aroused male desire.

but……

Asmodeus glanced casually at Isabel's gentle, spring-like pink eyes, then looked away, asking no further questions, treating her as just an ordinary maid.

A beautiful maid with a voluptuous body that could arouse any man, whether it was her soft, sweet peach-like breasts or her soft, fragrant, white-silk-clad buttocks, was enough to make the greedy and lewd Earl Chris of Dorn go wild. After all, in the Empire, the job of a maid was an open secret to everyone in the Empire.

But how could such a mature and beautiful woman be found to be a pure virgin, untouched by any male creature, by the Lord of Pleasure? This piqued Asmodie's curiosity somewhat.

What interested him most was that, regardless of whether it was the Lord of Pleasure's detection or the Eye of Insight's investigation, Isabel had always shown him tender feelings and love, without any hidden thoughts. On the contrary, it seemed more like she was repaying him for saving her.

Meanwhile, the Eye of Insight also detected that Isabel was not human, but her race was somewhat similar to that of the demon race. However, she herself was completely unaware of this and continued to maintain the elegance and poise of a maid every day.

Could it be a succubus from the abyss that, after possessing a human body, corrupted it into a unique being that coexists with a human body?

So, if there's a succubus hidden deep within Isabel's soul, it makes sense why Chris hasn't touched her at all. After all, succubi have specific requirements for males; not just any male can become their prey. If a male isn't suitable, the succubus's abilities can make all the males around her lose interest in her.

However, this was merely speculation. After taking a sip of his black tea, Asmody focused his attention on the trade contract before him. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The most important aspect of the trade agreement signed with the Duchess this time is that it solves two current problems for Castella.