Blood Emperor Throne

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Therefore, at this wedding banquet, he not only wanted to make the other defeated bride slaves completely submit, but also to make this gentle and intellectual widow in white silk become a white silk slave that he could use at will in the future.

Right now, whether it's the pair of soft, fragrant white silk feet that obediently draped over his shoulders, or the delicate, feminine fragrance emanating from her moist lips, it all means that this gentle and intellectual widow in white silk has completely become a female slave mage for him to enjoy at will.

"Gurgle...mmm?~ Mmm?~~~"

When the ferocious and fiery beast pressed against the soft, plump, creamy white silk crotch of the widow in white silk, Alice's plump breasts and ripe buttocks, which were in a state of ease for childbirth, had completely degenerated into a state where she could become pregnant and be conceived at any time.

Alice, whose vision was covered by a hollowed-out lace blindfold, had her pair of white silk hands hung high above her head, and her soft, heart-shaped eyes were completely transformed into a seductive heart shape.

This gentle and intellectual widow in white silk stockings, Lady Jue, has lost all her former dignity, elegance, and nobility. She is now completely in the state of a pregnant, voluptuous, and alluring wife.

"Hmm?~ Gurgle hmm?~~"

The soft, honeyed lips, restrained by the bright red gag, no longer uttered gentle and sweet words, but instead only uttered soft and sweet spring moans and a sweet, aphrodisiac fragrance.

Whenever a sweet, aphrodisiac fragrance wafts from her sweet, moist lips, her two plump breasts, as soft and creamy as half-congealed cream cakes, tremble and sway gently, as if held aloft by a smooth jade plate.

The pure, translucent, and glistening white silk of her body, already soaked in the constantly seeping sweet and ripe milk, became even more slippery and moist, completely resembling a plump, honeyed cake waiting for Asmodie to enjoy.

"Hmm? ~ Hmm—Gurgle gurgle gurgle? ~~~"

Alice, who was already prepared to be filled with Asmodian's seed at any moment, was still wondering why she hadn't been violated yet when her slender jade neck suddenly tilted back high, and her soft, autumn-water eyes, covered by a white, hollowed-out lace blindfold, kept rolling upwards. Her soft, sweet moans turned into high-pitched, seductive, and beautiful cries of spring.

This elegant widow in white silk did not receive the child she had longed for, nor did she receive the fertilized egg from her plump breasts and ripe buttocks.

Instead, Asmodie roughly tore open her glossy, oily white stockings that covered her buttocks, revealing the string of white beads deeply embedded in her creamy, plump vulva, which were violently ripped off!

This gentle and intellectual widowed female mage, wearing white silk stockings, was merely moved by the tug on her string of white jade beads, which were already soaked in nectar. Her pair of soft, smooth, creamy white silk stockings swayed and trembled wildly. Her white silk stockings, exuding the sweet and glutinous fragrance of milk cake, hooked onto her white crystal pointed-toe stiletto wedding shoes, drawing charming and mature arcs on Asmodie's shoulder, causing a spray of flower nectar.

Before that soft, high-pitched, seductive moan had even faded, Asmodie lifted her soft, creamy white silk, and with his ferocious, savage centaur lance, exuding a masculine aura that could make any female submit on the spot, he parted her sticky, fleshy vulva, which was already soaked in her mature nectar.

"Gurgle...~~~"

As Asmodie's firm waist, with an almost forceful penetration, fell heavily like a battering ram, knocking down on her sweet, moist, fragrant sweat, wrapped in a translucent, glossy, pure white silk wedding dress, and her large, soft, creamy, and plump breasts, which resembled a ripe, creamy cake, creating soft, plump, and milky ripples, like semi-solidified cream and spring honey.

The rampaging centaur lances, unstoppable, utterly penetrated and possessed the already overflowing honey pot of this gentle and intellectual white-silk-clad widow.

"Gurgle~~~ Ughhhhhh?~"

As the man's strong, firm waist slammed against her two plump, soft, creamy, white-silk-clad buttocks, causing them to ripple like soft, creamy waves. Her sweet, ripe nectar, like a jar of spring nectar filled with savage spring water, overflowed and splashed everywhere.

This elegant and intellectual widow in white silk, like a graceful swan about to be impregnated, held her long, jade-like neck, adorned with a pure white openwork lace collar, high and proud. Her soft, honeyed lips, bound by a bright red gag, overflowed with sweet, tender cries of spring. Her gentle, autumn-water eyes, hidden beneath an openwork lace blindfold, rolled upwards, completely transforming into pink hearts, the symbol of a female slave.

And this was merely the beginning of the meat feast that would follow, in which the gentle widow was filled with fertilized seeds.

As Asmodeus landed heavily, one of her elegant, pristine white crystal stiletto wedding shoes was flung off due to the swaying of her soft, smooth, glossy white silk toes. The remaining white crystal wedding shoe clung softly to the tip of her delicate, white silk toes, swaying seductively in the breeze as Asmodeus began her frenzied, centaur-like assault.

The swaying, pristine white crystal high-heeled wedding shoes, and the smooth, supple white silk soles that exuded a sweet, mature fragrance like a creamy white cake, were forced to straighten slightly upwards as Asmodie grasped her soft, warm white silk ankles and lifted them above his head. Her soft, translucent white silk toes were stretched outwards, extruding the pure, translucent, creamy white silk.

"Guhhhhhhhh?~~Yoohhhh?~~~"

The gentle widow, bound by a bright red gag, could only utter soft, seductive moans from her ripe, honeyed lips. Her alluring peach-shaped eyes, now completely eroded into a heart shape, held only a submissive, spring-like allure for Asmodé, devoid of any trace of the dignity and elegance of a noblewoman.

Her two plump, soft milk cakes, resembling semi-solidified cream and nectar filled with rich, ripe milk, trembled and swayed wildly after Asmodé launched his savage and violent charge. They were almost wrapped in pure, translucent white cream threads, creating waves of soft, ripe milk that splashed out as the rice was served.

Faced with this gentle widow who seemed ready to be filled with blood at any moment, Asmodie's tall and strong body not only failed to adopt the slightest gentleness, but instead went even further in her advances.

His strong, solid waist, as hard as a marble sculpture, completely subdued the widow's plump, ripe buttocks, which exuded a mature, feminine fragrance. His waist pressed down in an extremely powerful posture, forcing the widow's plump, soft, white-silk-clad thighs to spread apart and hang softly on both sides of Asmodie's waist.

As Asmodée's strong and solid waist repeatedly and brutally descended like a rampaging centaur lancer, grinding his two plump, ripe buttocks—which served no purpose other than as cushions for his seed—on the wooden floor, leaving soft, slick waves of flesh. His mature, white-silk-clad legs, hanging on either side of his waist, would then sway in the air, creating seductive, mature arcs.

Asmodie held one of the two soft, white, plump breasts in each hand, which swayed and trembled up and down and rippled like cream. Even with his large hands that held a sword, they were nothing more than a contrast between mountains of milk cakes and tender buds when faced with these two plump, milky cakes.

Faced with these two extremely smooth and soft white silk milk cakes soaked in milk, Asmodée held them in her hands and shook them gently like a baby bottle before bending down to eat two pink cherries that were full of milky aroma, and then took a big gulp of milk.

"Gurgle? ~ Eek? ~~~"

The gentle widow, who was being violated and breastfed at the same time, raised her long, fair neck high just from being breastfed.

But her soft, tender moans were quickly transformed into seductive, wanton cries by Asmodeus's subsequent rough and brutal advances. Her soft, honeyed lips, which were restrained by the bright red gag, dripped with seductive, glistening saliva.

Her plump, soft, white silk legs, following the submissive instincts of a female slave, actively wrapped around Asmodie's firm waist. Her fragrant, soft, white silk feet hooked onto the only remaining white crystal high heel, forming a white silk foot knot behind Asmodie's waist.

Under such fertilization and implantation, Alice's plump, ripe breasts and buttocks, the flesh of a woman who had given birth safely, became a breeding ground for Asmodie to use at will.

The soft, juicy cream buns and abalone were no different from a pool of sweet, ripe spring nectar, as Asmodée repeatedly and heavily lowered her waist.

This plump, soft abalone, overflowing with mature female nectar, will be repeatedly squeezed out by this ferocious and enormous spring mortar, like pounding rice cakes, to produce sweet, fragrant, and rich nectar and spring honey.

The sticky, sweet nectar flowed down her plump, soft, white-silk-clad buttocks, soaking her plump, smooth, white-silk-clad thighs and her plump, soft, white-silk-clad buttocks, along with her soft, sweet nectar, into a rich, creamy, and creamy texture, as if coated with sweet, ripe cream.

The Asmodian, this arrogant and savage male centaur lancer, did not slow its attack in the slightest because the spring nectar could easily extract its sweet nectar; on the contrary, it intensified its ferocious charge.

His waist, as strong and solid as a marble sculpture, repeatedly slammed into those two soft, plump, white-silk-clad buttocks, which were made entirely of semi-solidified cream, causing them to ripple. Each heavy slam of his waist not only made the soft, sweet lips of this gentle widow moan even more wanton and coquettish, but also squeezed out more sweet, ripe nectar.

Two silken white strands, hanging from Asmodée's waist, swayed more and more rapidly and lightly as Asmodée's increasingly ferocious and savage riding attacks became.

"Goo-hoo?~~ Oh my goo oh my goo??~~"

With another high-pitched, soft, and sweet cry, the gentle widow once again raised her long, fair neck under Asmodie's ferocious onslaught. Her pair of plump, creamy white silk legs, which had been swaying, were raised high, and her two fragrant, soft, white silk feet were raised high, with the soles of her plump, smooth white silk feet pointing skyward. The delicate white silk insteps and soft white silk toes were stretched into a straight line.

As her plump, soft, white-silk-clad buttocks trembled and overflowed with sweet, ripe nectar, her two plump, soft, white-silk-clad breasts also oozed even more sweet, ripe nectar, which Asmodie freely enjoyed and extracted.

Asmodie, however, did not intend to let the gentle widow off so easily. With another soft, sweet cry, Asmodie forced the gentle widow into an extremely shameful act of genital mutilation.

Her two smooth, supple, white-stockinged legs were hooked around the only remaining white crystal high-heeled wedding shoe. Asmodie held her two soft, fragrant white-stockinged feet by the handles, spreading them apart in a duck-sitting position.

The tender, creamy abalone and the soft, sweet buds hidden beneath the two mounds of steaming, mature, fragrant white silk-clad buttocks, along with the plump, smooth white silk-clad back, were all exposed to Asmodé's hot and overwhelming gaze.

Because her smooth, soft, white silk hands were bound behind her back with white gauze ribbons, she was forced to raise her long, smooth, white silk hands high in this position, completely exposing her extremely shameful, snow-white armpits.

Along with the two mounds of white, soft, and moist milk, filled with sweet, ripe milk and resembling white jade and cream bells, they trembled and hung down, swaying back and forth in waves of soft, creamy milk, or they gently fell to the ground, like two hanging cream cake balls on the cool wooden floor, just like a ball of cream being crushed and flattened.

"Hmm?~ Hmm hmm hmm~~ Oh my god?~~~"

As Asmodeus grasped her two soft, white, silky feet and once again slammed his hard, firm waist down.

Her two plump, white-silk-clad buttocks, steaming with a sweet, glutinous fragrance, as if filled with sweet, ripe cream, were only used as cushions for Asmodian's seed. His hard, solid waist slammed into them, creating waves of oily, soft flesh, completely flattening them like two mounds of milky honey cakes, leaving a ring of extremely soft and greasy flesh marks.

After being filled and violated once again by the subsequent seed, the gentle widow's soft and tender spring cries became even more alluring and seductive, containing an increasingly tender and intoxicating peach blossom charm.

On her soft, fleshy abdomen, which revealed a touch of gentle elegance, the peach-colored slave mark resembling a defeated bridal veil and the succubus heart slave mark were gradually rippling with soft peach-colored hues as Asmodie's increasingly violent invasion and possession continued.

As the battle for the defeated bride gradually came to an end, another battlefield in the Ankar Forest also gradually came to a close.

In the dim and quiet forest, the bright moonlight cast a cool veil, dispelling some of the summer heat and humidity.

However, the pungent, scarlet blood odor, mixed with the acrid smell of mud, wild beasts, and fish, made the moon, which should have been as bright as gauze, appear even more eerie, as it was reflected by the scattered scarlet blood light, resembling the blood-red light of a blood moon.

The soft mud, the lush grass and flower buds, were stained a horrifying scarlet by dripping blood mixed with the rotting corpses of wild beastmen.

The dense hoofprints scattered flower buds and fragrant grasses across the soft mud, while the accumulated blood within each hoofprint gradually thickened, turning what should have been fertile, soft mud into a foul-smelling, bloody soil.

In this clearing in the forest, the scattered, rotting crimson corpses of beastmen, mixed with fragments of armor and writhing chunks of internal organs, covered the surrounding lush branches and bushes. Even at the top of the tree canopy, several torn and scattered horned beast carcasses hung among the branches, their broken hooves still twitching from time to time.

In the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the bodies of three war bull-headed beasts crashed down like boulders falling off a cliff onto the pile of horned beast corpses, splattering blood and flesh mixed with dripping blood everywhere.

These three minotaurs, each nearly three meters tall and extremely robust with fangs and heavy black armor, and scarlet skin, were surrounded by at least a hundred horned beast corpses. Each horned beast's corpse had either been chopped to pieces by their massive, already chipped axes, torn apart by their monstrous strength, or had its skull crushed or smashed.

These three minotaurs, clad in heavy armor with jet-black fangs, had slaughtered nearly a hundred horned beast corpses. Their ferocious heads were covered with white arrows, and even their massive, robust bodies were adorned with arrows that trembled in the wind.

Each minotaur, with its ferocious bull head alone, was finally killed by dozens of shots from the pulley crossbows of the centaur rangers. The crossbow bolts that pierced their robust bodies had little effect.

Putting aside their thick, jet-black armor, their thick cowhide and sturdy, robust skeletons alone were enough to withstand the crossbow bolts without dying. Even when their skulls were pierced, these bloodthirsty and ferocious minotaurs still roared as they raised their giant axes and chopped the surrounding horned beasts that hadn't had time to retreat into pieces before collapsing in pools of blood, still supporting themselves with their axes.

What truly dealt the fatal blow to these three minotaurs were the broken steel spearheads at their two hearts.

As the three minotaur corpses collapsed, the graceful and beautiful Claudia rode forward on her long, straight hooves, pulling her silver-white steel spear from the massive, blood-splattered, flesh-covered corpse of the minotaur that had crashed to the ground.

Her long hooves, adorned with gilded silver hoof armor, trod upon the robust and imposing Minotaur corpse, her brows furrowed.

These three minotaurs were three lone minotaurs that had been lured away from the Graywind Scourge horde by centaur rangers. Even so, these three minotaurs were finally defeated by a horde of three hundred horned beastmen equipped with standard spears and wooden shields, who acted as cannon fodder in the face of nearly a hundred centaur rangers and thirty centaur ranger crossbowmen.

Even so, after losing nearly a hundred horned beasts and twelve centaur rangers, she finally managed to defeat two minotaurs with her super-long spear. If she had been less prepared or had faced this Gray Wind Calamity beast horde of thirty minotaurs head-on, given the current strength of the Calamity beast horde, they would probably have been crushed by these thirty minotaurs and two minotaurs.

Chapter 83: War of the Beasts (Re-updated!)

Among the Beastmen, the Minotaur is not necessarily the most troublesome type.

There are many beastmen who are more robust and powerful than the Minotaur, and who are bloodthirsty and ferocious, ranging from the Thorn Beast with stone thorns and bone spikes on its back, to the Minotaur whose adult body is four meters tall, to the half-dragon, half-beast Wyvern, and the Winged Dragon with wings on its back.

But for the Empire's army, and even the lines of troops, the Minotaur were the most feared and dreaded beastmen.

Every minotaur, even among a herd of beasts without any forging or metallurgical techniques, is clad in heavy armor with fangs and steel. Even without the heavy armor, their tough hides and bulging, thick muscles are enough to withstand most crossbow bolts, swords, and spears.

Their ferocious, bull-like charges, their heavy fangs and armor, and their giant axes that, like windmill blades, sent blood and flesh flying everywhere with each swing, were enough to tear apart any line of ordinary soldiers.

All it takes is ten minotaurs, clad in heavy armor with fangs and wielding double axes, to launch a frenzied assault. Neither spear formations nor crossbow bolts can slow their rampaging hooves even slightly before they are completely torn apart. These bloodthirsty and ferocious minotaurs will not stop until they shatter the army's lines.

These minotaurs, standing over two meters tall and weighing a full two tons including their armor, could easily tear apart even a fully equipped Imperial Knights. Their thick arms, wielding blood-bladed double axes, were more than capable of tearing horses apart with their bare hands.

For the Empire, if it were to encounter a pack of minotaurs in the forest, unless the Imperial army possessed arcane mages and a heavily armored legion and organization comparable to dwarves, then the inevitable fate of the Imperial army being torn apart by these minotaurs would be.

Even heavily armored pikemen are unwilling to encounter minotaur packs in narrow, obstacle-filled forests. Only packs of minotaurs or equally agile centaurs in the forest can possibly withstand a mass charge of minotaurs in forest terrain.

“A bunch of troublesome fellows.” Claudia’s long hooves pounded lightly as she pulled her spear from the fallen minotaur’s corpse, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

At this point, Claudia, having received aid from Asmodian, was no longer the savage centaur leader who wore only a white animal skin bodice and a fur cloak.

A form-fitting, bright silver-gilt breastplate protected her graceful and supple upper body. Her two full, plump, and firm white breasts were also bound beneath the gilded silver armor with white gauze ribbons. Her voluptuous and healthy horse-like body was covered by a bright silver chainmail robe, and over it was a loose white robe that covered her moist and tender white rump and her snow-white, tassel-like tail.

Her four long, beautiful, snow-white hooves were also covered by shrimp-shell-like steel armor and chainmail, preventing the possibility of her hooves being cut off.

At the junction of her human and horse bodies, a breastplate adorned with a golden double-headed eagle hangs down from the chainmail hooks. On either side of this breastplate hangs an animal hide scabbard and a lance hook, for storing her lance and longsword.

"Chief, there's a problem." The voluptuous and beautiful centaur Sally stepped forward with gentle, light steps, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

"This location is only two kilometers away from the farmland we have cultivated, and five kilometers away from the beast herd's camp. It seems that these three minotaurs are not necessarily alone."

“I know, Sally.” Claudia brandished her steel spear, shaking off the blood from its tip.

"It seems that this Gray Wind Scourge beast horde is also getting impatient."

In fact, this is not the first large-scale conflict between the Calamity Horde and the Graywind Calamity Horde.

In the areas where the two groups of beasts are active and border each other, there are more than a dozen conflicts of varying sizes every day. Sometimes it may be just a dozen or so horned beasts fighting each other, while other times it may be a conflict caused by a minotaur leading dozens of horned beasts.

However, both sides were generally very restrained. The Calamity Beasts were strictly ordered by Asmodai to prevent the conflict from escalating, while the Gray Wind Calamity Beasts seemed to be restraining themselves for some reason. Often, when they suffered losses in the conflict, they would retreat back into the forest with their beastly eyes turning red.

This is quite rare among the naturally warlike beastmen, and of course, it is also very rare to see such an orderly and restrained horde of calamity beasts.

According to Claudia's deduction, the little ewe leading the Graywind Scourge herd is probably a leader as steady, cunning, and ruthless as Asmodie.

Otherwise, according to the cruel and bloodthirsty leader rule within a herd, a delicate little ewe could not possibly control this group of minotaurs, who are inherently extremely bloodthirsty and violent, especially since they even have two minotaurs under their command.

This time, it was extremely rare for three minotaurs to advance towards the territory of the Calamity Beast herd together. Of course, it could also be that these three minotaurs were simply driven by an uncontrollable bloodlust and rage, and came alone to the Calamity Beast herd to vent their bloodlust and find some females to vent their frenzy.

"Should we inform the master?" Sally asked softly.

“However, if it is necessary to inform them, we will have to go out and deliver the message.” She then looked in the direction of Castella. In most cases, their communications with Asmodie were relayed by the Purple Nightingale Knights.

The graceful female centaur rangers carried the letter out of the forest, where it was then relayed by the Purple Nightingale knights outside the forest.

However, recently, the Purple Nightingale Knights have been busy with the war against Brendor and Gruul, and at the same time, they have to work together with the female knights of the Dawn Gold Knights to improve their battle formations. Therefore, they cannot leave the Purple Nightingale Knights to take care of this side. So if they want to send a message now, they will probably need to send a few female centaur rangers to the human castle.

"Yes, you can go there, Sally."

Claudia lightly stomped her forelegs, gathered her loose chestnut hair into a dashing ponytail, and a hint of indescribable emotion flashed across her wild and sexy amber eyes as she bit her lip and hummed softly.

"Hmph, what a bastard! He's only concerned about his Knights of the Palace, and he hasn't come even once in ages."

As she spoke, her long, beautiful hind hooves kicked up the mud, and her tail, gathered under her chainmail robe, kept swaying, causing the mature and beautiful female centaur, Sally, to look helpless.

Whenever Asmodai is mentioned, the chieftain's proud and dashing nature is tempered with a hint of unspeakable resentment.

This is not Claudia's fault. After all, since conquering the centaur pack, Asmodie has only come to Ancaru Forest a few times to lead the calamity beast pack to devour a few tough packs and kill the beast king. Most of the time, Claudia leads the calamity beast pack alone, and even the transportation of standard weapons is handled by the Purple Nightingale Knights.

However, they also knew that Asmodeus did not spend his days in debauchery with the Knights of the Maidens in Castella. The political and operational coordination of Castella was more important than the war of annexation of the beast packs in Ancaru Forest. Therefore, the female centaurs who were first conquered by Asmodeus had no complaints.

Without Asmodai, they would probably be nothing more than breeding females, their hooves restrained, at the mercy of male beastmen, used for procreation. How could they now be patrolling and galloping in fine chainmail and crossbows?

That being said...

Sally's gentle, watery eyes couldn't help but blush slightly. Her ripe, chestnut-colored rump, hidden beneath her light brown silk robe, trembled slightly, and her long, smooth, tassel-like tail swayed incessantly. Her soft, ripe genitals were also oozing drops of nectar, ready to conceive.

Summer is the season for centaurs...

In a herd, the right to reproduce and the right to be female are considered a unique resource.

Unlike wild beasts, they don't reproduce only when they find someone they like. Among the beastmen, females are extremely rare, and they are the best resource, since having a female means having the right to reproduce.

Therefore, within a herd, females can only compete by relying on their own strength.

Within the herd, the Beast King possesses absolute priority in mating and reproduction, as well as absolute possession of females. Females possessed by the Beast King will only exist as his exclusive females, solely for his reproduction and gratification.

The king of the Calamity Beast Pack is naturally Asmodie, and Asmodie naturally has the highest priority in mating within the entire Calamity Beast Pack.

These eighteen female centaurs, including Claudia, were conquered by Asmodeus from the very beginning and became his exclusive females. Naturally, they became female centaurs that Asmodeus could only enjoy and use for reproduction and sexual gratification. Other males dared not even have a thought for them.