Blood Emperor Throne

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After these past few months of various banquets, serving, and Asmodeus's occasional impromptu meals,

In this city of female slaves, whether it is the graceful and mature white-silk-clad female maids, the noble and elegant female knights, or the graceful and charming noblewomen, all of them, whose bodies are naturally very fertile, inevitably become pregnant.

And the elegant and mature Countess Osalia, the noble and charming knight Cassandra, the intellectual and gentle white-stockinged widow Alice, the noble and beautiful black-stockinged widow Veranica, and the proud and charming knight Dolores.

These noble beauties, whom he conquered first and who were the first to conceive, are now not only pregnant, but their bellies, marked with pinkish-red erotic patterns, are already slightly swollen.

Or rather, as early as when they were first violated and impregnated by Asmodie with various seductive methods, and filled with thick, sticky white semen until they were overflowing with seed, they had already conceived under the influence of the blessing of pleasure.

That's why these pregnant women in white stockings are frequent visitors to the maid's milk fountain.

The milk and honey they produced during their pregnancy were reserved exclusively for Asmodie, making them even more mellow, sweet, and silky.

"Ee-hmm?~ Master~ Hmm~~ Milk~ Milk juice?~ Mmm~"

"Ouch~ It's going to break?~ Eeeeee?~"

The graceful and beautiful maid in white silk stockings was pressed down by Asmodie in an extremely rough and forceful split on the edge of the white marble spring. One of her mature and plump white silk stockings hooked onto a pair of white gauze spaghetti strap open-toe crystal high heels that dripped with crystal water droplets, which were draped over Asmodie's shoulders and swayed slightly with his violent thrusting and conquering attacks.

And Asmody simultaneously lifted up the tender, plump, creamy white silk thighs and thrust them into her, and she wasn't the only one who was violated.

Beside this maid in white stockings, another gentle and beautiful maid was also pressed down by Asmodie to the edge of the pool, with Asmodie lifting up her other voluptuous leg in stockings. The two maids, who both had plump breasts and buttocks and were voluptuous and mature, were arranged in an extremely seductive and mature sisterly pose.

The two white silk-stockinged feet, draped lazily over Asmodie's shoulders, would shake off a few drops of sweet, glistening warm spring water with each sway, dripping down their translucent, flesh-colored silk stockings and rolling between the ten delicate, pink-nail-painted toes. The transparent white crystal soles and the slender white crystal heels also swayed with the movement.

Their white silk hands, clad in pristine white ring-shaped maid gloves, reached up to grasp Asmodie's lips, their arms wrapped around her shoulders with tender maternal affection. Even as her breasts, white and moist, swayed wildly from side to side, they still exuded tender maternal love.

The two beauties gazed at each other with gentle, peach-pink and heart-shaped eyes, both of them being repeatedly violated by Asmodie until they couldn't help but roll their eyes upwards, their half-protruding honey tongues dripping with nectar. Sometimes they were like two agile honey snakes, intertwining and entwining together, becoming a sweet and soft honey that Asmodie could lean down and taste at any time.

After Asmodeus lifted their tender, soft, white-stockinged legs, their smooth, creamy white-stockinged vulvas were completely reduced to maid covers that Asmodeus could use at will.

With each thrust of his strong, marble-like waist, he collided with two soft, ripe buttocks in white silk stockings, causing not only glistening droplets of water to splash, but also the smooth, white flesh of his buttocks, encased in sheer white stockings, to undulate and sway in the water like sweet milk cakes floating in a pool.

Another slightly more mature blonde maid transformed into Asmodie's personal slippery soap, exuding a rich, milky fragrance. Her smooth, supple white gauze body gently pressed against Asmodie's strong, muscular torso from behind, her soft, delicate white silk hands twirling a bar of soap, lingering over the contours of his muscular body, which resembled a marble sculpture.

However, the slippery milk soap in her hand could be held by her fair, white hands, but behind Asmodie, the two soft, slippery mounds of milk soap, comparable to those filled with rich, sweet milk and honey, were so large that even Asmodie's large hands could barely lift them up, and they were still soaked with rich, sweet milk.

"Hmm?~ Hmm?~~"

Even if she simply rubbed two lumps of smooth, soft, snowy milk soap onto Asmodie's back, the blonde maid's peach-pink eyes still sparkled with intoxicating hearts, and her mature lips exuded a beautiful, feminine allure.

"Ee-hmm?~~Will it~ Hmm?~Broken?~Ee-oh-oh~"

"It's going to get lost~ Eeeeee?~ Lost~ Lost?~~"

Amidst the crisp splashing of water and the soft, sweet moans of spring, the two white-stockinged maids, being violated and pounded beneath Asmodie, had their gentle, heart-shaped eyes completely rolled upwards, their intertwined, smooth, honeyed tongues left for him to savor. Their plump, moist breasts had also transformed into two pairs of white, creamy milk cakes, pressed and crushed against each other, overflowing with sweet milk.

Their translucent white gauze dresses, also soaked in the clear spring water, were extremely transparent, softly clinging to their fair and plump bodies, the white lace-trimmed skirts swaying and fluttering with the water.

Beneath the semi-transparent white silk skirts, the plump bellies of the two white-silk maids, adorned with peach-pink erotic patterns, were no longer as soft and tender as before; they were already showing signs of slight pregnancy.

The semi-transparent white gauze, soaked by the spring water, clung to their slightly protruding bellies, outlining an ambiguous, rounded shape like a honeydew melon, highlighting the peach-pink, erotic patterns.

On the surface, the elegant and mature maid in white silk stockings exudes a gentle and tender charm, but beneath her pure and semi-transparent white silk dress lies an extremely lewd and decadent allure that would ignite the most violent reproductive desires in any male.

The joyful blessing of Asmodian, which marks the third stage of procreation, plays a role in reproduction that goes beyond these simple effects.

Blessed with joy, and with Asmodie's powerful genes, they naturally only give birth to females.

These pregnant female slaves' daily lives are not affected in the slightest. Their pregnant bellies can be hidden or shown, and their bodies are blessed and protected during pregnancy. Even when marching or fighting, they will not be affected in the slightest.

On ordinary days, they remain gentle and beautiful maids, noble and elegant ladies, and proud and charming knights.

Before Asmodé, they would transform into, cradling his round, watermelon-like belly, their plump, juicy breasts adorned with milk pendants and chains, gently riding on his hard, solid waist, their soft, ripe buttocks rising and falling, extracting juice with tender maternal love.

As he leisurely enjoyed the maids' services in the bath, the once etched anti-slip marble banks of the spring were now littered with scattered, pristine white tulle straps, transparent crystal maid high-heeled open-toe sandals, their sweet, mature foot fragrance lingering, stained with glistening water droplets and sticky white fluid, mixed with the damp, soaked white tulle skirts, creating a chaotic mess.

Maid headbands adorned with pure white lace trim and white gauze curtains with heart-shaped ornaments as weights are scattered everywhere.

The white, semi-transparent gauze dress, exuding a rich milky fragrance, was soaked with the sweet, ripe milk that had splashed out, making it especially sticky. It was a white-silk maid who should have been working in this maid ranch.

At this moment, it was as if she had encountered a savage and lewd invasion by wild beasts, with her mature, fair, and succulent flesh, covered in white silk, throbbing against the nectar of her lover.

These gentle and beautiful maids in white silk stockings, their ripe, honey-scented, smooth bodies piled up like stacks of sweet, ripe milk cakes on the edge of the pool, their peach-blossom eyes, covered by pure white lace blindfolds, were completely radiant with peach hearts turned upwards, and their sweet, ripe lips, exuding an aphrodisiac fragrance, dripped with a sticky, white, crystalline saliva.

The glossy white pantyhose, translucent and translucent, were soaked with moisture and splashes of vaginal fluid, making the mounds of flesh pile up like marshmallows. The plump, tender, and sweet-smelling white silk-stockinged buttocks looked like sweet, ripe cream spread on top of a well-arranged sweet milk cake, moist, plump, and delicious.

Beneath their sheer white stockings, their plump, ripe mounds of flesh, and the nectar hidden between their soft, ripe buttocks, had been completely filled into cream puffs, with white syrup dripping down.

Chapter 158 Mature Mother Massage Therapist

The bath salts brought by Duchess Orissa, named "Enchanting Red Wine," were a luxury item that only nobles of the original ducal class were entitled to and had the means to enjoy. Their effects went beyond simply making the spring water as smooth as condensed milk; they also provided excellent moisturizing and deeper cleansing benefits.

Or, to be more precise, it has a moisturizing effect that makes their bodies more supple and juicy, and it adds an aphrodisiac fragrance to their smooth, creamy skin and fleshy bodies.

At the same time, for mature, beautiful widows who have long remained in their boudoirs, and for females with the alluring flesh of a woman who has given birth peacefully, this bath salt called "Aphrodisiac Red Wine" would not only imbue them with a sweet and alluring fragrance.

Eleanor, the dignified and alluring purple-haired lady; Alice, the gentle and intellectual white-haired widow; and Iris, the noble and graceful white-haired knight, perfectly embody the effects of aphrodisiac red wine.

As is customary, before the milk from the maid ranch enters the maid milk spring, the maids working there will thoroughly wash and groom their plump, white, and sweet bodies to ensure the purity and sweetness of the milk.

But it's obvious that at the maid ranch today, the ten maids who should be cleaning and serving these beautiful young women are somewhat unable to find the time.

According to the regulations set forth by the City of Slaves, this city of slaves was established entirely around Asmoder. Therefore, it was perfectly normal for him to, on a whim, pin down a passing, alluring female knight or a white-veiled maidservant while she was working in the open square and exercise his supreme rights as master.

Therefore, even though the fragrant, pale pink spring was stirred into ripples by the bull Asmodian, the misty steam filled with the sweet, milky aroma and rich honey, the air thick with male pheromones enough to make the flesh of these milk-source women weak, the sounds of flowing water were no longer pleasant and melodious, but rather the sounds of the bull's rough ravaging and the moans of the maids as they were violated. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

These noble and elegant ladies, dignified and gentle widows, and beautiful and graceful women, with their alluring peach-purple eyes sparkling with seductive hearts, remained lying on the edge of the pool, their soft and charming laughter mingled with an unyielding tenderness and springtime passion.

Even as this bull raging in the warm spring, right before the two laughing and chatting noblewomen, used train bento boxes to hook up the soft, plump legs of these white-stockinged maids from behind, their sweet, fragrant white silk milk cakes helplessly draped over a pair of white gauze strappy crystal high heels, softly hanging on either side of Asmodie's waist...

Right before their eyes, that thick, ferocious beast ravaged the maids' breasts, which were now exceptionally soft, tender, sticky, and yearning for violation. With each thrust into their plump, soft, and sticky breasts, it violated them until their nectar, which was becoming increasingly mellow and sticky, splashed everywhere.

In the past, even these ten plump, white-stockinged female maids would have been nothing more than appetizers for Asmodée. A single round of conquest would have turned them into soft, fragrant mush with their hearts turned upwards.

However, these ten white-stockinged maids, who had clearly been impregnated by Asmodeus and were pregnant, were even more gluttonous and extremely thirsty than before. Even though Asmodeus violated them in various ways until their nectar was splashing and their milk was overflowing, they still served Asmodeus well during his bath.

But then again.

No matter how much the ten white-silk maids craved it, no matter how greedy their pregnant, honeyed flesh was, and how much they longed to be violated by Asmodie, Asmodie's male pheromones were so strong that females would be aroused simply by getting close. His thick, ferocious beast was also extremely violent, and the ten white-silk maids were defeated almost instantly.

Now that the ten maids responsible for cleaning have failed, the question arises: who will clean and serve the milk source of this maid ranch?

Is the answer obvious?

Just as Eleanor, Alice, Iris, and the other maids in the warm spring were experiencing a surge of sensual pleasure, their bodies burning with a sweet, hot, and incredibly soft sensation, due to the occasional moans and violent splashing of water emanating from the misty steam rising from the depths of the spring.

Accompanied by a high-pitched, seductive spring cry, and a sticky sound like a stone pestle being pounded into a sticky milk cake, the sound of water being drawn from between the creamy, white, plump steamed buns overflowing with cream and nectar finally ceased.

Due to the effect of the fertility mark, when Asmodie impregnates the females in the entire city of female slaves, unless there is a need to watch the cream overflowing from the sap or for the pleasure of showering, the white fluid he fills into these female slaves will basically not overflow at all.

Therefore, Asmodie could do as he pleased in the mixed bath with the female slaves without worrying about soiling the spring water.

At the same time, the quiet gardens and open-air white marble squares within this slave city will not become dirty due to the viscous white fluid splashing everywhere during lewd banquets.

After enjoying the company of these maids, it was Asmodeus, the newly arrived bath attendant, who would then provide massages and cleaning services to these noble ladies and alluring knights.

As Asmodée's tall, strong, marble-sculpted body, adorned with glistening water droplets, rippled through the center of the bath, appearing on the already fair and ripe bodies of Eleanor, Iris, and the warm spring, their alluring, heart-shaped, peach-purple eyes all turned to this new bath attendant.

"I'm the new bathhouse attendant, ladies."

Asmodie, with a smile as furious as a bull enjoying its broodstock, walked toward the dignified Eleanor who was closest to him.

This dignified and alluring woman, upon Asmodie's approach, seemed to display disdain for the young and strong male bath attendant, much like a proud and alluring noblewoman showing contempt. She disregarded the fact that her two plump, soft mounds, soaked in the nectar and glistening spring water, were high up as if waiting for the bath attendant to casually thrust his hips into her from behind, like two plump, juicy peaches floating on the surface of the pool.

Faced with these two mounds of soft, plump flesh wrapped in sheer, greasy, dark-skinned stockings, Asmody, with a professional smile and movements, reached out and placed his hands on the slippery, plump buttocks, kneading them as if washing greasy peaches or kneading slippery, plump dough. But with just one knead, his slender fingers holding the sword sank deep into the slippery, plump flesh.

"Hmm? What? You, a lowly bathhouse attendant? You've even forgotten the most basic massage steps?" Eleanor, like a haughty and alluring noblewoman, reprimanded the inexperienced bathhouse attendant with an arrogant and indifferent demeanor.

She leaned lazily against the pool's edge, her alluring eyes, now shaped like hearts, brimming with elegance and arrogance. Beneath the water, her shapely feet, adorned with vibrant purple nail polish and succulent, smooth, and alluringly smooth stockings, were raised with a languid, disdainful air, as if placing the savage beast—its ferocious head raised high above the water—between her smooth, silky feet.

"What a lowly bull, so lowly that all he feels for females is the desire to mate?"

"Since that's the case, then may you, this lowly bull, clean and serve us, our milk source?"

Chapter 159 Madam, you didn't want this either...

Within the empire, whether it was the private bathhouse frequented by noblewomen or the public bathhouses shared by commoners, they had always been the best places for sensual and mature noblewomen, mature and gentle women seeking extramarital affairs, and those noble and alluring mature women.

Even the holy springs used by nuns for bathing at night have been the site of scandals where fat, bloated bishops coerced these pure and beautiful nuns in white silks to serve them in the springs.

Public baths where mixed bathing is allowed late at night, private baths shrouded in sheer curtains, and warm, steamy communal baths have always been excellent locations for secret rendezvous.

This matter was an open secret among both noblewomen and commoners.

And is this unspoken rule equally applicable in Castella Castle and this city of female slaves?

However, in this city of female slaves, the only male lover of the females is Asmodeus.

There are a total of six public bathhouses in the entire city of female slaves.

The first place is the Asmodeus private bathhouse inside Castella Castle, where ten gentle and graceful female maids and their pure and lovely daughters in white silk, ten noble and mature female knights, and ten charming and alluring noblewomen are at your service at all times.

The second place is the maid ranch, a warm communal bathing spot that is often filled with the sweet aroma of ripe milk.

The third place is the bathing spring in the Princess Knights' camp.

The fourth is the nuns' sacred milk spring.

The fifth place was the communal bathing and banquet hall for noblewomen.

The sixth place is a clean pond specifically set up for centaurs to maintain its cleanliness.

These public bathhouses, except for the maid ranch where only milk produced daily is allowed for bathing, allow all others to bathe together.

Asmodae, as the supreme ruler of this slave city and the only male in the city's bathhouse, is sometimes the master who enjoys the bathing and service of these female slaves.

Sometimes, he would disguise himself as a lowly commoner, a greedy and lewd nobleman, or a man who had accidentally stumbled upon the bathhouse at night, catching the men waiting in the pool for their "lovers" in a compromising situation.

Then, by threatening these beautiful mothers and wives with their husbands or daughters, they were forced to lie on the edge of the bathtub in an extremely humiliating posture, raising their plump, mature buttocks covered in various stockings, with tears of humiliation hanging from their eyes, and actively spreading open their tender, mature vulvas and clitoris that had already overflowed with vaginal fluid due to arousal.

Sometimes, Asmodel would transform into a thief and lecher who had stumbled into the bathhouse, chasing after these beautiful, mature, and alluring women in the baths late at night.

Each time he captured one, he would forcefully penetrate her from behind, grabbing her arms and forcing her to sit up, raising her plump, soft, and oily buttocks high, and then wantonly violate her amidst her pitiful pleas.

After that, these mature and alluring women who were brutally violated, whether charming or gentle, would be labeled by Asmodie as slutty mature female dogs to be enjoyed at will, and forced into submission through various forms of coercion.

"Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to find out you're having an affair, would you?"

"Madam, you shouldn't let your husband know that you were assaulted in a bathhouse late at night, right?"

"Madam's body is exceptionally sensitive. I wonder if she is the same way in front of her husband, where she would obediently submit after just one round of riding."

"Madam, your daughter seems to work as a morning wake-up call maid at Castella Castle, doesn't she? If she knew that her beauty was that of such a lewd and infatuated woman..."

"Beautiful mother, I guess you don't want Aina to find out that her mother actually let another man pin her down in the bathtub and assault her until she got pregnant, right?"

Such coercion and leverage meant that even after leaving the bathhouse, in their homes, on their wedding bed with their husbands, in their daughters' boudoirs, in the open gardens, and even in the backyards, Asmodie, a male other than their husbands, would hold their plump, soft, and oily breasts and violate them in front of their wedding portraits or in front of their sleeping daughters, causing their eyes to roll back and their juices to flow.

Meanwhile, these ladies and wives, however, could never have imagined it.

Just as they were humiliatingly "dedicated" to Asmodée, being violated by this man other than their husbands, pinning them down in front of their husbands' wedding beds or their daughters' boudoirs.

Their innocent and lovely daughters, now entering their teenage years, blushed and changed into extremely revealing pure white wedding dresses. Their long, lustrous legs were wrapped in various alluring black stockings and pure white stockings, and they wore noble and holy transparent crystal wedding heels. Asmoda, carrying portable cups and train bento boxes, forced them to stand in front of the wedding portraits of these girls' parents in the bridal chamber and violated them.

Or perhaps, on the beautiful wedding bed of these pure and lovely young brides, Asmodeus's tall and strong body presses down on them like a raging bull ravaging a delicate little rabbit, her soft and slender legs helplessly hooked onto those transparent crystal wedding heels that exude the sweet fragrance of young girls' feet, swaying wildly.

Of course, sometimes, when the mother and daughter were bathing together in the bathhouse, they were coerced by Asmodeus, a rapist who suddenly broke in, and had no choice but to hold each other's fair, delicate hands and small, soft hands.

The plump, ripe, and juicy breasts collided and squeezed together with the snow-white, round, and bouncy nipples, arranged by Asmodie in a seductive, stacked bun; the plump, oily, ripe buttocks overlapped with the tender, silk-stockinged buttocks; the ripe, plump vulva and the creamy, tender vulva were intertwined and ground together; under duress, she was violated and pounded; mother and daughter both suffering pregnancy—this kind of thing is also frequently seen. You sing of my plum blossoms, wanting to be in the empty forest, are you there?

However, Asmodée felt a little disappointed.

Currently, only milk sources are allowed in the bath of this maid ranch. Therefore, including the three beauties Eleanor, Iris, and Alice, the rest are all of a certain status and cannot have a mother-daughter meal.

After all, this farm only allows those who serve as high-quality milk sources to enter. The pure and lovely girls with delicate and petite figures do not have the same milk volume and rich milk aroma as Asmodie. The sweet and delicious milk of the girls is only for Asmodie.

Of course, it's a pity as it may be, Asmody is currently a bathhouse attendant who has broken into this ranch and is carrying out his usual coercive plan.

Meanwhile, everyone present, including the dignified Eleanor, the graceful knight Iris, and the gentle widow Iris, seemed oblivious to Asmodian's intentions.

They stood in a row, leaning against the pool bank made of snow-white marble. Their large, oily, plump, and soft buttocks, soaked by water droplets, swayed like female dogs, constantly trembling and shedding glistening water droplets.

On the surface, they maintained a noble and dignified demeanor, though their alluring eyes held a seductive charm as they chatted and laughed, waiting for Asmodie, the lowly cleaner, to clean each of their ripe, honeyed flesh, clad only in oily stockings and milk chains.

But beneath the rippling spring water, their plump, moist vulvas, concealed by sheer stockings, were already in a state of ripe, juicy ecstasy. If, then, Asmodeus, that lowly cleaner, were to press his erect, thick member—a beast dozens of times larger than their husbands'—again against their oily, plump vulvas through the sheer stockings…

"Gurgle? ~ Eek? ~ Eek oh? ~"

A seductive, sensual moan, enough to make one's blood boil, spilled from Eleanor's mature lips adorned with vibrant purple lipstick. This woman, who had just moments before exuded an elegant and dignified charm, now had her bright purple eyes turned into hearts, her lips and tongue radiating an aphrodisiac fragrance. She had lost all her composure, leaving only a seductive and sensual allure.

“The lady’s body is unusually sensitive.” Asmodie’s tall, strong body, brimming with masculine hormones, pressed down on Eleanor’s smooth, mature, and honey-scented flesh from behind like a raging bull, his large hands moving upwards, caressing her soft waist little by little.

Underwater, this dignified, plump, and mature woman, clad in dark-skinned, glossy pantyhose, was being thoroughly moistened by the warm spring water, which felt like condensed milk, and her sweaty, honey-like body, making her even more slick and oily.

Asmodie, the male besides her dignified deceased husband, pressed down with overwhelming force, crushing her plump, soft buttocks, which resembled ripe peaches, into a soft, honey-cake-like shape without any resistance, all encased in oily pantyhose. Her thick, ferocious beastly lance brushed against the plump, tender, oily flesh of her buttocks, and then touched the slippery cleft between the two plump, oily flesh.

"Eek? You... lowly thing? Eek?~~~"