Blood Emperor Throne

Page 10

This time as well, before clearing out the beast horde that had invaded the city, for safety reasons, Asmodie left Catherine and the knight Sera outside the castle, leaving him to defeat the beast horde alone.

Now that the war has subsided, Katharina brought Sera back to Osalia's side. The mother and daughter, whose fates had been fraught with hardship, embraced and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing each other again.

However, Katharina soon noticed something amiss.

Her beauty, which had always maintained a dignified and elegant demeanor, was revealed upon their reunion. She first let out a long sigh, then her charming face flushed with an unusual blush, and her soft, almond-shaped eyes held a hint of embarrassment.

When she talks about her employment relationship with Asmodée and that special compensation, she always unconsciously shows a hint of shyness and becomes slightly lost in thought.

Clearly, before she returned to the castle, her elegant and mature beauty must have been due to something that happened between her and Asmodie.

That philandering bastard!

Katharina was quite jealous, not because Asmodie wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

Instead, this wicked man had just finished with her knight, and now he coveted her beauty, but he never actually slept with her.

"Speaking of which...where is Aunt Cassandra?"

"Normally, that noble and beautiful knight-captain should be by her mother's side..." Katherina asked in confusion.

“Cassandra…she’s injured, and Asmody is…treating her injuries.” Osalia shifted her gaze slightly, a hint of shyness appearing in her gentle eyes.

"My Lord Count."

With a knock on the door, the beautiful knight Cassandra, now dressed in a fitted, sheer white shirt and tight trousers, appeared, followed by her daughter Sera, who exuded a slightly languid and alluring spring-like charm after her bath.

The two knights, mother and daughter, walked side by side into the study, both wearing knee-high silver boots.

However, Cassandra's thin, sheer white shirt and tight black trousers were clearly hastily changed into, with the collar buttons not fully fastened, revealing her glistening, greasy breasts covered in oily flesh in a cool and languid manner.

Meanwhile, her noble and beautiful princess knight daughter, Sera, wore a tight-fitting shirt that was extremely revealing and slightly disheveled.

Her tight collar was half-open, revealing most of her snow-white, full breasts, which trembled and displayed their smooth, white cleavage. Beneath the semi-transparent shirt, soaked with fragrant sweat and water droplets, glimpses of pinkish hue were visible, giving her a slightly languid look...

"Cassandra, are you... alright?"

When Osalia saw her Royal Guard Knight Commander restored to her former self, she first breathed a sigh of relief, but then, a shy blush appeared on her elegant and mature face.

The beautiful knight before me, who was originally noble, charming, elegant and graceful, has for some reason become extremely erotic and alluring.

Her noble and alluring face now possessed a touch of soft, seductive charm, her hair slightly disheveled, and her full, soft lips exuded a sweet and mellow fragrance as they opened and closed.

As for the large, plump breasts that stretched the tight shirt so much that the collar could hardly close and exuded a milky fragrance, and the increasingly voluptuous and alluring breasts that stretched the tight-fitting trousers into a shape as ripe and juicy as a steamed peach, they formed an extremely moist and soft alluring outline of fleshy breasts.

This mature and voluptuous woman, whose body was so alluring that she was practically born naturally, was now exuding a captivating and seductive charm that could make any man's breath catch in his throat. Her elegant and beautiful golden eyes also held a languid and alluring charm.

As for her plump, firm, long legs, clad in high-heeled silver boots, something seemed slightly off...

Just like stepping on sticky, viscous milk, each time those plump, fragrant feet landed on their knee-high silver boots, they would make a soft, sticky, wet sound.

"I'm alright, Your Excellency." Cassandra gathered her long, flowing, golden hair, her eyes languid and alluring.

“Sera, you…” Catherine looked at her personal knight who had returned, her charming eyes filled with a hint of shyness and jealousy.

Upon returning to the castle, Sera, at Asmodai's request, led him to the bathroom, saying that she wanted to thoroughly clean the bloodstains and slightly sticky water stains from his body.

This trip took nearly two hours.

Upon her return, this noble and beautiful personal knight had transformed her once neat ponytail into an elegant updo, adorned with glistening water droplets. Her exquisite and beautiful fair complexion glowed with an intoxicating rosy hue, and her noble and elegant eyes held a captivating languid charm.

As for the originally neat and fitted tight shirt, it was now slightly disheveled, obviously crumpled and damp, and slightly open, revealing her fair and plump breasts. The black lace under the white shirt had also disappeared.

The tight-fitting black trousers were wrinkled, as if she had been in a sudden accident and hurriedly put them on, making her plump, round, peach-shaped buttocks look even more ripe and fragrant.

She wasn't a naive young girl, so she naturally knew what had happened to her personal knight, Asmodian, while he was leaving for the bathroom. This made her extremely jealous.

"I've brought Asmodel back, Lady Katherina." Sera, mimicking the beautiful knight beside her, also tied her elegant updo into a neat ponytail and answered softly, her bright golden eyes still radiating a dreamy spring charm.

Asmod, on the other hand, completely ignored the languid, sensual gazes of the knight and her daughter beside him, the jealous and resentful look in Catherine's eyes, and the shy, tender eyes of the beautiful Osalia.

He leaned on his longsword, rested his chin on his hand, and quietly looked at the map on the desk.

Because of his downward-looking posture, his gaze could directly take in Osalia's full, creamy, and fragrant white breasts, which were wrapped in a cool, bright purple halter dress.

Asmodeus's unrestrained gaze swept across the map, and when it met Osalia's shy, spring-like eyes, the elegant and mature countess was so embarrassed that she hurriedly looked away.

However, Osalia did not uphold the count's authority to reprimand him. Instead, she suppressed her soft embarrassment and acquiesced to Asmod's extremely aggressive and unrestrained gaze.

Her only attempt to cover herself was to wrap her arms around her breasts and shyly turn her soft, watery eyes to the side. She didn't even realize that this shy action made her pair of ripe, soft, and juicy breasts appear even more mature and beautiful.

Asmodée's lips curled into a playful smile.

This charming and mature widowed countess is quite interesting.

After making the widow blush even more, Asmodie turned his gaze away, looked at the map, and pondered.

When he defeated the minotaur's herd of beasts today, he noticed something unusual.

The Beastmen lacked industrial and metallurgical technology, and their crude and barbaric intelligence prevented them from learning forging. They generally relied on plunder for armor, weapons, and helmets.

For example, the armor of the Minotaur King was made by brutally piecing together and hammering together multiple armor plates using the Minotaur's own brute force.

Generally, after plundering armor, beastmen would smear it with the totems of their own beast pack with their blood, but the armor that the minotaur had hastily forged had two totems on it.

Moreover, fresh horse legs, clearly just cut off, were hanging from the waists and shoulder armor of the minotaurs and some of the angry horned beasts.

This is the instinct of the beastmen; they will cut off the horns, skulls, or other distinctive features of the defeated beastmen and hang them on their bodies.

It seems that the minotaur's herd... has clashed with a centaur herd?

After confirming the information, Asmodeus met the Countess's shy and affectionate eyes and asked.

"How many beast hordes have invaded Castella this time?"

"Ah? Yes, there are three." Osalia gently tossed her hair, her mature and gentle voice tinged with shyness.

Three beast hordes invaded Castelia, the largest of which, led by a giant horde, was wiped out by the original Castelian army at great cost.

But then a rebellion broke out, and the remaining centaur and minotaur packs were unable to quell it.

"Is there a herd of centaurs among them?" Asmodian nodded and then asked.

“Yes, it’s called the Calamity Beast Horde. How did you…” Osalia was slightly surprised.

"Prepare a long spear for me. I'm going out of the city to deal with the horde of calamities." Asmodie made the decision before she could finish speaking, gathering up the map.

The countess was taken aback: "You, alone?"

Faced with Asmodel's disrespect towards the Countess, Cassandra glanced at him with a hint of shame and annoyance in her spring-like eyes, then stepped forward with her now charming and elegant steps, supporting her increasingly soft and alluring body with her slender hands on the table, and whispered.

“My Lord, I request permission to take Sera with me to the forest to wipe out the centaur herd.”

“I agree with my mother.”

Sera, also holding the longsword at her waist, stepped forward with the long legs of a knight princess who already possessed a certain allure reminiscent of a newlywed, and came to the other side of Asmodie, speaking softly.

"Right now, only the centaur herd remains. Once we wipe out this last herd, we can focus on dealing with the rebels to the north."

"Now? Just you two?" Osalia's face showed worry, but a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't send only three people to wipe out a herd of beasts, especially a herd of centaurs, a highly mobile and exotic species.

But for Asmodian, the man who single-handedly routed the minotaur horde...

The minotaur pack has been wiped out by Asmodian alone, leaving only the centaur pack still rampaging outside. If this last pack can be defeated, the beastmen roaming the Castelian territory will also retreat.

Castellar only needs to focus on dealing with the rebels in the north. Even if the rebels cannot be eliminated in a short time, the territory will no longer be ravaged by the Beastmen.

“That’s enough,” Asmodeus replied calmly. In fact, he had planned to go alone, but…

He had been imprisoned in the arena for three years upon arriving in this world, and was extremely unfamiliar with the beastmen race and the terrain. Bringing this mother and daughter along was just right.

Moreover, the frenzy mixed in the blood soul of the beastmen cannot be dispelled by suppression alone. Bringing them along might come in other uses.

Thinking of this, his large hand naturally covered the beautiful female knight beside him, sliding towards her large, firm breasts, which were outlined by her tight trousers and were extremely plump and ripe, like a big, creamy peach.

The other large hand covered the knight Sera beside him. As she bent her plump waist to point at the map, her peach-shaped buttocks, which were moistened and became even more honeyed, were slightly raised.

"Mmm~~you..." Cassandra glanced at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, a soft moan escaping from her full, honeyed lips, but she could only suppress the alluring charm and maintain an elegant and graceful demeanor to avoid being noticed by the countess in front of her.

After all, she had just been riding on Asmodeus's strong and sturdy waist in the hall.

Her alluring eyes darted up and down, revealing plump, soft, and glistening flesh, and she offered her sweet, soft lips in exchange for the man's help.

She was well aware that her current territory was completely dependent on Asmody's help.

"Mmm~~" Faced with Asmody's desecration, Sera merely bit her full, red lips, glanced at Asmody with spring-like eyes, then brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead to hide her shyness, tacitly acquiescing to his intrusion.

At this moment, the princess knight was unaware that her noble, mature, and plump mother-knight, with her smooth and voluptuous body, was also being violated and defiled by Asmodie.

She had already made an agreement with Asmodé back in the forest.

If this man is willing to help her mother Cassandra, then this noble and beautiful knight will be at his disposal to enjoy her alluring and sexy flesh, wherever he may.

Just now in the bathroom, to repay Asmodie for saving her beautiful mother from the clutches of the Beastman, and also to save her dying mother.

This noble and beautiful knight, however, was extremely obedient as she led Asmo into the bath to wash herself. She held onto the edge of the bath with her high, moist, and snowy buttocks, letting him lift up one of her long, sexy, snow-white, and alluring legs and roughly violate her against the edge of the bath.

Even when her beautiful mother accidentally stumbled into the bathroom and saw Asmodie, she took the initiative to gather her waist-length golden hair into a bun, submerged herself in the warm bath, and gently parted her red lips to avoid being discovered by her beautiful mother about her deal with Asmodie.

Gradually, she stopped disliking the man who had saved her twice and her beautiful mother twice.

On the contrary... she felt a strange pang of jealousy towards the contract between Kasrina and Asmody. (Mei: I'm wondering if you, Lin Zai, are free?)

However, to Asmodie, this noble and charming female knight and her noble and beautiful female knight daughter were remarkably similar in personality.

The former, in order to beg him to help with the territory, kept raising and lowering her plump, silky buttocks, while the latter, in order to save the beautiful knight's mother, obediently raised her heart-shaped buttocks while holding onto the tree trunk.

What's really interesting is that neither the mother nor the daughter knew about the deal between them, yet they still offered themselves to each other.

While in the bath, he enjoyed Sera's full, soft red lips, watching her head rise and fall underwater.

On one side, the beautiful knight Cassandra knelt by the bathtub, her eyes filled with shy desire as she cupped her plump breasts for him to enjoy, while the mother and daughter were completely unaware of each other's presence.

He came here to control Castella, so the reward for this pair of female knights was an unexpected bonus.

"Well... okay, please be careful."

Osalia bit her full, honeyed lips, her breath hot and soft, her eyes filled with shyness.

Although Cassandra tried her best to suppress her aroused desire, Asmody's actions made no attempt to conceal them, to the point that she could practically witness the man's large hand wantonly covering the beautiful knight's plump and ripe breasts...

She never expected that Cassandra, the beautiful knight who was usually extremely aloof and elegant towards men, would behave so... docilely in front of Asmodie.

This made the already lubricated and aroused Countess even more sticky, hot, and unbearably soft under Asmodé's extremely unrestrained and passionate gaze...

On the other side of Catherine, she could also clearly see Asmodie's large hand naturally covering Sera's moist, peach-shaped buttocks, enjoying it at will.

And this noble and beautiful personal knight, faced with Asmoder's desecration, simply bit her full and luscious red lips and let him do as he pleased.

"It's alright." Asmodeus said calmly, a hint of mockery playing on his lips, as he looked at the alluring yet cold-faced, extremely jealous, aloof noblewoman, Katharina.

"Once we get back, we might as well renegotiate the matter of compensation."

These words caused Katharina's alluring face to flush with shyness. She crossed her arms, bit her bright red lips slightly, and turned her beautiful, shy eyes away.

"I see……"

Chapter 10 Centaur Herd

The night was deep and gloomy.

The bright, full moon of midsummer casts its cool light, bringing a refreshing coolness to this sweltering summer night.

The forest at night is extremely dangerous, mostly the territory of wild beasts. Even fully armed knights would not choose to enter the forest at night.

Humans' vision, mobility, and combat capabilities are greatly affected in the forest, but the beastmen are not only extremely adapted to the forest, their beast eyes can also penetrate the night, and some half-beastmen and subspecies even have night vision.

Nighttime is also the time for the herd of unicorns to raid and hunt. They will pounce out of the shadows and drag any human or prey that dares to enter the forest at night into their dens and ravage them.

The dark, restless night and the sweltering summer heat made the herd of horned beasts incredibly agitated, and the entire forest was filled with an intense and frenzied desire for females.

However, the forest tonight seems extremely unsettling.

The sound of rapid hoofbeats mixed with the dying groans of several wild beasts shattered the tranquility of the forest. A sexy, wild, and swift white figure led a dozen or so blood-stained centaurs, trampling the dry summer mud as they galloped haphazardly through the forest.

The migration of this centaur was extremely chaotic and hurried, and they were all plump and beautiful female centaurs. Almost every centaur was wounded, with gruesome wounds from stone knives and axes and from stone arrows.

The lead centaur was a wild and beautiful female centaur, and an extremely rare snow-white centaur.

Her muscular and supple body was as pure and flawless as snow, without a single blemish. The only difference was the chestnut-brown single ponytail that cascaded down her waist from behind her graceful and slender waist.

Even though her movements were extremely tiring, the exquisite and beautiful face of this snow-white female centaur still exuded the unique pride of a centaur. Her wild and proud eyes, as pure as amber, were still filled with a wild and alluring charm and a cool and aloof arrogance.

Her sexy and fiery upper body was quite revealing, with her snow-white breasts as plump and round as washed snow-white peaches. Only a white animal skin bodice could barely cover these snow-white breasts that swayed up and down with the horse's hooves, making them look extremely soft and full.

Half of her snow-white, jade-like body, her delicate, jade-like collarbone, and her graceful, slender waist, all exuded a wild and sexy untamed charm.