Blood Emperor Throne

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However, this does not change the fact that the entire Dawn Knights, including their noble and charming beauty Dolores with her mature and alluring figure, will be defeated by Asmodian and become the spoils of war exclusively for this man.

"Goo-ooh?~~ Ooh-ooh..."

With a final, dazed, soft cry, the noble, alluring, and seductive mother, Morales, her body glistening with sticky, mellow sweat, soaked in splashed milk and nectar, exuding a mature, voluptuous, and fragrant aroma—a seductive, naturally alluring woman.

After Asmo finished using it, he casually threw the defeated, beautiful knight's flesh armor, which had been used to the point of being nothing more than a memory, into a puddle of flower nectar.

The voluptuous, mature mother's glistening, greasy, white-stockinged buttocks, after being carelessly discarded and falling softly, resembled two soft, honey-smooth mountains filled with rich, ripe nectar, collapsing to either side and trembling in waves of greasy flesh.

After casually using the alluring and mature female knight's flesh armor, Asmodian's dark and indifferent eyes, like those of a centaur lancer on a hunt, were filled with savage rage as he calmly examined the noble and charming female knight's flesh, which was covered in an extremely cool and mature high-slit semi-transparent black gauze dress.

The inner chambers here have been soaked by the sticky, warm, and mature fragrance of women, mixed with the sweet and cloying scent of honey, turning them into a decadent purgatory that would make any woman who steps into this place turn her eyes up in lust.

"Gurgle?~~"

Facing the man's burning gaze, Dolores felt as if her ripe, voluptuous body was being stared at by a savage, ferocious beast, like a lamb being preyed upon. Just being looked at by the man's indifferent yet savage black eyes made her feel like she was falling into an abyss.

The nectar secreted by her mature and tender body unknowingly became sticky, hot, and silky, completely transforming into an aphrodisiac, causing her to continuously exude a fragrant, sensual mist.

What was originally her favorite semi-transparent, high-slit black silk dress adorned with black rose lace openwork patterns has now become the perfect erotic silk dress for the man in front of her to invade her juicy, alluring buttocks with his savage, fiery gaze.

The plump, ripe breasts, which had been steaming with a rich, creamy milky aroma for a day inside the heavy breastplate, were only visible through the man's invasively hot gaze. The thin, semi-transparent black suspenders were deeply embedded between the white, smooth breasts, leaving fleshy, ripe marks on the two mounds of fleshy, plump breasts.

The style, featuring a neckline and a backless design, not only exposed her ample, plump breasts, exuding a rich, milky aroma, but also revealed them to men through a semi-transparent black lace halter top.

Even her large, glossy, naturally ripe black stockings, resembling the plump, soft flesh of a ripe peach but never before enjoyed by anyone, consisted of only two transparent black gauze curtains hanging down.

It became the source of her nectar, the outline of her plump, fleshy vulva outlined by the thin, black lace straps, and the only veil of shame that blocked the man's savagery before the nectar hidden between the two mounds of ripe, steaming, juicy, plump black stockings.

However, this hazy, semi-transparent black veil, while supposedly for concealment, actually only serves to further arouse men's rage by highlighting her already voluptuous, sensual, and provocative flesh.

Dolores's trembling, noble, wine-red eyes watched as the man, having finished with the alluring and mature female knight, strolled leisurely toward her. His ripe buttocks, brimming with mature charm and the seductive flesh of a fully mature female knight, made her tremble almost involuntarily from the depths of her soul.

In her keen perception, honed by her role as a leader of the Knights of the Priestess Order and her long-standing position of power, the difference in strength between her and the man before her was like the difference between a savage, monstrous minotaur and a delicate, alluring rabbit.

I want to escape, no, it's impossible to win against this man. I'll be violated and ravaged, reduced to... well, for the rest of my life, I'll lose all my pride and dignity as the leader of the Princess Knights, existing solely as this man's fleshy, mature, and voluptuous female dog.

This instinctive urge to escape stemmed not only from her surrender as a female knight who had already been defeated at the core of her soul after realizing the despairing gap in strength between herself and men, but also from the most primal instinct of a female to worship a powerful male.

But Dolores's nobility as the ruler of Gruul, her arrogance as the leader of the Dawn Knights, and her traditional chastity as a baroness made it impossible for her to be so easily defeated in front of this man. Her spring-like eyes rolled upwards at the female beast knight who had been violated and possessed by him.

"You—!" Before Dolores could finish her rebuke, which was already tinged with a hint of seductive coquettishness, the man in front of her suddenly appeared in front of her with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

"Gurgle?!!"

In a defeated lament that only a completely defeated knight could utter, Dolores's swan-like, slender, white neck was easily seized by Asmodian's large hand. As his large hand slowly tightened, she gradually suffocated, and he raised his arm, which was as hard as steel.

Dolores's ripe buttocks, soaked in sticky, fragrant sweat, a patch of oily, juicy, and alluring flesh, were lifted from the ground by Asmodie like a noble and charming mature female knight defeated by a savage minotaur.

A pair of voluptuous, mature, and firm legs, outlined by sheer, glossy black stockings that accentuated their athletic and toned curves, were draped with a pair of vibrant, alluring, bright red ankle-strap peep-toe high-heeled sandals, swaying and trembling as they slowly lifted off the ground.

Asmodeus gazed at the noble and alluring Queen Dolores, the leader of the Knights of the High Priestess. Her captivating, mature, wine-red eyes rolled upwards, emanating a seductive, aphrodisiac mist. Her black silk hands, adorned with long black lace ring gloves, weakly pounded at his futile struggles to pry his arms open.

With his other arm clenched into a fist, he mercilessly punched her sculpted, beautifully defined waist and abdomen.

"Goo-ooh? --~~~"

The heavy blow to her sensitive and supple waist and abdomen caused a completely defeated cry to escape from Dolores's mature and plump lips. Her charming and noble head was forced to tilt back, and her pair of plump, firm, and voluptuous black-stockinged legs trembled and swayed wildly while suspended in the air. One of her sexy and gorgeous bright red spaghetti strap open-toe high heels had already been flung off.

Asmodian stared into her wine-red eyes, which were gradually rolling upwards in a daze due to suffocation and abdominal blows, and slowly declared the fate of this beautiful knight with her ripe buttocks for the rest of her life, as if deciding the fate of a trophy.

"Kneel down and submit."

Chapter 58 The Beautiful Wife's Defeat and Apology

Dolores, the founder of the Knights of the Golden Dawn, and the de facto ruler of Gruul.

Even as a beautiful woman with a mature, alluring figure, who spends most of her time residing in the lord's castle, handling the heavy administrative affairs of the Gruul territory while wearing a light, hip-length silk dress, she appears entirely as a voluptuous, alluring woman exuding a captivating, sensual fragrance that constantly arouses male desire. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Moreover, due to the relatively stable geographical location of Gruul, she does not often lead the Princess Knights in a charge while wearing full plate armor. Her plump, firm, and mature black silk Princess Knight legs are mostly dressed in various elegant and beautiful high heels rather than dashing over-the-knee silver boots.

However, as the leader of a noble and charming female knight corps, her strength is still a notch above that of her subordinate, the alluring and mature female knight Morales.

In this barren borderland, her strength was second only to Caslett, the Grand Master of the Knights of Dorne. She had once single-handedly slaughtered nearly thirty Angry Horned Beasts and severed the head of a Minotaur.

When her long, shapely legs, clad in glossy black silk stockings, swayed over her knees in high-heeled silver boots, and she stepped onto the savage corpse of the minotaur, lifting its head with her silver-white longsword, all the nobles in the Gruul territory who had previously coveted this noble and beautiful knight bowed their heads in submission.

But now, this beautiful knight who had personally severed the head of a minotaur, in her desperate struggle, both her noble and arrogant soul and her ripe, voluptuous, and alluring flesh were completely defeated by the man before her, and she became a defeated beautiful knight waiting to be enjoyed.

"Gurgle? Oh my gosh~~~"

A series of seductive, indistinct moans, almost indistinguishable from the beautiful knight's declaration of defeat, overflowed from her tender, honeyed depths. Strands of sticky, sweet nectar dripped from her slightly parted, suffocating lips.

Her noble and alluring wine-red eyes rolled upwards repeatedly. The maturity that had once given her decisions and commands with such arrogance was now replaced by a seductive and alluring moan.

The black-stockinged hands that had been relentlessly pounding Asmodie's arms gradually softened as she suffocated. The thrashing of her plump, firm, and muscular long legs in black stockings also gradually subsided, eventually drooping softly.

The moment Asmodeus's hard, steel-like hand gripped her slender neck and lifted her from the ground, followed by that heavy blow to the abdomen, her ripe, soft, and juicy body lost its last futile struggle, and she had completely become the spoils of the man before her.

Her futile struggles finally made her realize the gap in strength between herself and Asmodie.

Impossible, impossible to defeat this man. Even if she forcibly suppressed her instinct to submit to a powerful male from the depths of her soul with the pride of the Dawn Knights and the nobility of the ruler of Gruul, she was destined from the first moment she saw him to become a defeated beautiful knight and dog under his body.

Whether it was the difference in strength, power, or even strategy, tactics, or wisdom, this seemingly proud and charming mature and alluring wife knight was completely conquered by this man from beginning to end.

From the moment she and the elegant and intellectual white-haired widowed sorceress Alice chose to antagonize this man and become his enemies.

She, the proud and alluring leader of the beautiful knights with mature hips, and her proud and gorgeous knights were already destined to become the flesh armor of mature knights that this man could use at will.

And the widowed female mage Alice from Brendor, with her gourd-shaped body and ripe, alluring flesh, faced the inevitable fate of utter submission to this overwhelming disparity in power. Her voluptuous, soft, and overflowing body trembled as she completely surrendered to the face of this hopeless power imbalance.

She proactively removed her seemingly conservative and dignified but actually extremely revealing light blue high-slit silk robe, which was stretched taut by her mature and alluring flesh. She bent down her pair of fleshy, smooth, soft, and plump white silk legs, raised her plump and soft white silk legs, and lowered her elegant and proud head. Her sexy and soft flesh trembled, revealing her submission.

Dolores now finally understands why her Knights of the Golden Dawn and the army of Brundor were able to cross the river so easily and invade Castellania's territory.

Why did the Castellan army allow them to cross the river at will without taking any action?

Why did Castella, a county that was still a bloated and deformed noble fiefdom just two months ago, manage to quell the rebellions and wars within its territory with extremely forceful measures and implement thorough institutional, military, and economic reforms in just two months?

In the eyes of the man before him, this noble and charming beautiful knight and that gentle and intelligent white-silk widow mage were destined to be defeated and subjugated, becoming his flesh-armored knight and doll-like widow mage, from the moment the army was mobilized.

Faced with this man's despairing power, she and Alice, even along with the entire Dawngold Knights, would be conquered and ravaged into nothing more than fallen female beasts.

After these high-level combatants and the only remaining clear-headed command personnel fell, the disorganized, weak, and greed-driven nobles below them were destined to be slaughtered by this man and the Castellan army.

He didn't care at all about the invasion of the allied forces of Brundor and Gruul; in this man's eyes, his annexation of the countdoms surrounding Castella was an inevitable fait accompli.

Her joint declaration of war with Alice was merely a move by the two doomed female slave knights and female mages to push forward the outcome of their defeat by one month. This outcome should have been carried out after the unification of the Earldom of Dorne and the pacification of the people.

After Dolores, the proud and alluring mature and beautiful wife knight commander, revealed her true nature as a defeated flesh-armored knight commander, Asmodie, in a train bento style, lifted the rich and juicy flesh of the noble and charming beautiful wife knight commander's mature buttocks from behind.

"Eek ooh?~~No~No~After defeat~ooh ooh?~~Being violated by a man other than my husband?~~~"

With each high-pitched, seductive cry, the alluring, mature wife, with her ripe, breast-like breasts and large, black-stockinged breasts, was utterly defeated.

Asmodeus's tall, strong, and muscular body hooked her long, plump, and voluptuous black legs from behind, lifting her from behind her smooth, moist flesh, which was soaked in rich, oily sweat and vaginal fluids, and exuded an aphrodisiac, hot, and tempting aroma that made one's mouth dry.

Her plump breasts, which were like ripe peaches bursting with milk, easily broke free of the delicate black gauze ribbons, transforming into two plump, bursting melons that swayed up and down, creating waves of soft, creamy, snow-white milk, with drops of milk seeping out and splashing everywhere.

Her originally haughty and alluring wine-red eyes rolled upwards even more, and her glossy black stockings, adorned with a bright red spaghetti strap around her ankle and high heels, swayed wildly in a seductive arc as Asmodée lifted her up.

The bright red strappy stilettos, the glossy black stockings, and the plump, voluptuous feet of the knight-errant, combined with the scene of defeat, were enough to ignite the most primal heat in any male creature on the spot.

The ferocious beast, soaked in the flower nectar, squeezed straight between her two mounds of ripe, oily, black silk stockings, which were made of ripe, greasy honey and fat. It was tightly wrapped by the ripe, soft, black silk stockings, arousing Dolores's mature and tender body and causing her to exude an aphrodisiac, mature, and fragrant aphrodisiac scent.

The defeated knight, after Asmodie also handcuffed her beautiful hands, which were clad in long, colorful black gloves, with platinum handcuffs and chained them over her head, had completely lost her last ability to resist.

Her mature buttocks, soaked in rich, oily, fragrant sweat, were a smooth, moist, and natural-looking area, completely transformed into the spoils of a defeated, alluring, mature, and seductive wife knight.

"Interesting. She's clearly a seductive beauty, but she's a virgin?" Asmodeus looked at Dolores, who had become a defeated knight in his arms, while the savage and ferocious centaur lancers blew their wild horns to enjoy their spoils.

"No~ No?~~ It's too big~ Ugh~~ If this thing~ violates me~~ I'll become nothing more than a defeated princess knight who only knows~~~"

"Ugh... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have started this war... Please... please spare this lewd, effeminate knight... Oh my god... I promise I'll withdraw my troops!"

"Oh dear~~ I~ I can use other ways?~ to serve and apologize??~~ Whether with my lips or~ *gurgle*?~ With my silk-stockinged feet?~ Even if it has to be that, that shameful thing?~~ Please don't?~~ Ugh~~~"

"Goo-hoo?~~~ Oh my gosh??~~~"

A seductive and unrestrained high-pitched cry of spring escaped from Olissa's plump, ripe lips.

This noble and charming knight was conquered by the man behind her, who then slammed her two plump, soft buttocks, which were made entirely of rich, creamy fat, onto his waist, which was as hard and solid as marble!

The savage and ferocious centaur lancers, aided by the sticky and mellow nectar, amidst the gurgling and slick sounds, forcefully pushed open her tender and soft vulva, overflowing with nectar, easily breaking through the barrier representing chastity.

He completely violated and possessed this beautiful knight commander with her ripe buttocks, in the inner tent of the camp, which was only separated from her husband's tent, and made her the first knight of Dolores, this proud and charming beautiful knight.

Until her two large, juicy, black-stockinged buttocks, which served no purpose other than highlighting her status as a defeated, mature female knight, slammed heavily onto Asmodie's waist, creating waves of greasy, soft, and oily buttocks that resembled marshmallows being hit repeatedly.

This beautiful knight, new to the ways of the world, once again rolled her wine-red, alluring eyes upward, revealing a seductive and infatuated look. Pink hearts swirled around her, and her long, glossy black legs, clad in silk stockings, swayed and trembled. On her slender waist, which was sculpted with a mermaid line through her silk stockings, a pink heart-shaped slave mark was slowly being etched.

A few languid, seductive moans escaped from her ripe, full lips.

"Eek?~~~Being... in the tent next to my husband's?~~Being violated by a man other than my husband~~Oh my god~~"

"Goo-ooh?~~ Caster~~ Ugh... Your~ Princess Knight wife~~ Ugh~~ has been defeated??~ completely reduced to this man's shape??~~"

The disordered chapters are urgent!

Chapter 59 The Wife-like Knight's Curtain Projection

That night, the darkness was deep and the air thick with the oppressive heat.

Summer nights are hardly peaceful, especially in a hot and humid place like the banks of the Rue River.

Since night fell, many soldiers and nobles have been grumbling and swearing, puzzled as to why they were setting up camp by the river instead of continuing their advance into the towns of Castella.

Among these grumbling people was Caster, Baron Gruul, who was now only a legal figurehead.

However, unlike other nobles and soldiers, what he cursed was neither the unsuitable environment nor the lack of progress.

Instead, Dolores had strictly forbidden him from bringing even one mistress with him on this trip.

So, Castor, who was used to lying in the warmth and softness of a woman, not only had no mistress by his side tonight, but even the bed he was on was a simple wooden bed with a hard woolen mattress.

Although this was several times better than what ordinary soldiers could do, sleeping under shields or helmets, wrapped in linen blankets, and enduring the heat, humidity, and bites of mosquitoes and ants.

But Custer, who was used to being pampered, still couldn't sleep and felt restless.

"Damn it! Why should I, Baron Gruul, be treated like this?!"

Castor, who had become slightly overweight and balding, angrily threw the clean white woolen pillow to the ground, cursed, and got up from the hard, uncomfortable bed, pacing back and forth, hands on his hips in anger.

In fact, what truly angered him was not just Dolores, his nominally alluring and mature wife, forbidding him from having any mistresses.

The main reason is that his proud and charming knight wife, with her mature and voluptuous figure, is currently separated from him only by a thin, even translucent, curtain.

But this husband of hers, let alone being intimate with his beautiful knight wife, could only talk to her at night through this thin curtain.

Despite being Dolores's nominal husband, he could only cautiously peek at his beautiful knight wife's hazy reflection in the light through the thin curtains. If he stared for too long, Dolores would scold him severely.

Every night, he could even faintly hear his beautiful and mature female knight wife discussing military matters with her female knights, but when he tried to chat with her, he would only receive a cold response from Dolores.

What annoyed him most was that nearly sixty alluring and beautiful Dawn Knights were camped around Dolores's tent in the entire Gruul military camp.

Whenever these sexy, hot, proud, and charming Xi Jin Ji knights, dressed in dashing, form-fitting silver armor, strutted in and out of Dolores's tent with their long, slender, and beautiful knightly legs and elegant, over-the-knee high-heeled silver boots, he would feel extremely thirsty and his heart burning.

However, when he tried to ask these Dawn Knights for service or to flirt with them as Baron Gruul, he was met only with extremely indifferent and even contemptuous snorts.

The haughty and alluring deputy commander, Morales, didn't even respond. She merely glanced at him coldly before turning away in her plump, firm white silk boots to attend to her own business, leaving him standing there in a helpless rage.

The entire group of Xijin Knights showed him, the nominal Baron Gruul, no respect whatsoever. They were only indifferent and contemptuous, and did not even show him a trace of disgust, because he did not even have the right to be disliked by this group of proud and beautiful Xijin Knights.

In response to his complaints, his proud and charming wife simply replied with indifference, even a hint of disdain.

"If you conquer them, the entire Dawn Gold Princess Knight Order, including myself, will no longer serve as princess knights. You can simply become my mistress princess knight order."

These words infuriated Castor. Conquer? Impossible!

With his strength, even the weakest knight in the Dawngold Knights could easily fool him, the Earl, like a stupid pig! Not to mention the Knights Commander who conquered Dolores and single-handedly beheaded the Minotaur!

In this barren borderland, how could anyone, apart from Grand Master Caslett of the Knights of Dorne, possibly suppress Dolores?

However, as Baron Gruul grumbled and walked through his tent, he was completely unaware of what was happening.

In his wife's tent beside him, lay Dolores, the haughty and alluring knight-errant wife with breasts as plump as ripe peaches and greasy, black stockings as rich as braised peach flesh, whom he had never even touched.

At this moment, just like the defeated female knights and slave girls in the poems of those bards, Mei was separated from her husband only by a thin, translucent curtain. She was not singing, she was thinking, "Is Lin here?"

The tall, strong stranger, other than her husband, used her as a rein, holding her fair skin, which wore alluring black lace ring gloves, like a mare, and charged forward with extreme brutality, like a wild and violent centaur lancer.

"Oh dear?~~ I'm going to be defeated~ Oh dear~~ I'm going to be violated by a man other than my husband~ Oh dear~~ After defeat, all I'll know is a female slave knight?~ Oh dear??~~~"

Dolores's plump, firm legs, soft and voluptuous as if filled with sweet, ripe milk, yet sculpted into a hot and healthy curve by exercise, were now, with Asmody's assistance, her bright red, slingback, open-toe, sky-high heels were raised again, slightly stiffening in front of Asmody, trembling incessantly with the wild centaur's conquest.

Like a plump, soft, and glossy black-stockinged peach filled with rich, creamy milk, her buttocks were being rammed by Asmodie's hard and solid waist, like a rapidly advancing and heavy battering ram, with the rear of her body positioned like a train bento box. The beautiful knight with her ripe buttocks was being rammed so hard that her ripe honey splattered everywhere. Her pair of clear, spring-like eyes rolled upwards, her fragrant tongue was half-protruding, and her ripe, plump, honeyed lips kept exhaling the sweet, aphrodisiac white mist.

Her two large, plump breasts, like two mounds of ripe, sticky milk, swayed and trembled wildly with each thrust of Asmody's hips against her gushing, oily, black-stockinged breasts, like two plump, bursting papayas hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff.