Blood Emperor Throne

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A rough estimate suggests that this bull, enraged by savage fury, devoured at least twenty mature female maids, ten delicate and graceful young female maids in white silk stockings, and a pair of alluring and mature female knights.

The maids had their own jobs, and after being enjoyed by Asmodeus, they carried out their duties with their bodies soft and supple, their mouths full of peach shortbread.

But the proud and alluring female knights, as Asmodian's personal knights and also among the defeated female knight prostitutes in the brothel of the defeated knights, naturally had to assume the function of bearing the bestial desires of this raging bull.

However, judging from the current situation, the defeated female knights and their beautiful mothers are just like usual, having no hope of winning against this raging bull.

As Rowling walked toward the lawn, the two defeated, alluring knights' high-heeled, strappy, peep-toe boots, which had once graced their noble, mature black-stockinged feet and exuded a seductive fragrance, were now scattered across the lawn.

The bright purple harem-style silver suspender armor worn by prostitutes and knights, which was originally just a purple gauze curtain wrapped around their waists, was also torn off along with the heart-shaped bright purple suspender silver armor, leaving behind a sweet, mature milky fragrance and a mellow, seductive scent scattered all over the ground.

Stepping into the center of the garden, the sounds of mature and seductive female knights' defeated cries of spring echoed through the air, mixed with rough and dull thuds like the pounding of a stone pestle against soft, honeyed cakes, and splashing water.

"Ooh~~ It's reached the deepest point~~ Ooh~~ I'm sorry~~ This female dog shouldn't have~~ seduced her master~~ Ooh~ This female dog will~ properly apologize~"

"Goo-hoo-hoo~~ Master's lewd and lustful female dog~~ I know I was wrong~~ Ooh-hoo~ I'm going to be violated by Master until I lose myself~~~"

"Eek... I can't win... Gurgle... It's completely... transformed into its master's shape."

"Lost~~ Eek ee-ee~~ Lost~~ Goo-ooh-ooh-ooh~~"

On the open lawn, already sprinkled with sweet nectar, the blonde knight sisters, Vili and Visa, were pinned down by Asmody, the savage and furious bull.

Two large, sword-wielding hands each grasped one of the sisters' breasts, which were covered in glossy, sheer black stockings and dripped with sweet, ripe nectar, resembling plump, ripe peaches. Their strong, muscular waists, through repeated, almost violent, thrusting positions, spread the sisters' long, fleshy, and firm legs, clad in glossy black stockings, to either side of their waists.

His thick, strong waistline transformed into a savage and violent battering ram, while the plump, juicy buttocks of the two sisters, resembling those of a prostitute, became the soft cushions he used in his savage charge. Under the repeated, violent, and savage bull's pounding, their plump, juicy vulvas completely transformed into a spring of pure, nectar that was almost completely breached.

The savage, robust bull, each time retreating to the butterfly lips that tightly kissed the ferocious beast's body, stretched the slick, oily black silk bodysuit so that it sank, then slammed down heavily on its waist, like a rough battering ram into a ripe, juicy honey pot, brutally breaking open the ripe, tight honey cavity and pouring into the flower's core.

This tall, robust body, already as powerful as a savage bull, combined with its ferocious and brutal pounding attacks, caused each strike to pound and pound their ripe, plump, and tender butterfly-shaped vulvas until their nectar splattered everywhere.

The sisters, Vili and Visa, already plump and voluptuous, with their large, black-stockinged buttocks so full and juicy that a single touch would cause them to overflow with oil and honey, were repeatedly pounded by Asmodie with drumsticks as powerful as drums. The plump, juicy buttocks, covered in shiny, seductive black stockings, trembled wildly with each impact, creating waves of oily flesh.

Two pairs of long, glossy black stockings, exuding a mature, fleshy sensuality and the taut lines of a seductive knight, have been completely violated, turning into a seductive pose where the soles of the seductive black stockings are facing upwards, and the beautiful black stockings with nail polish adorned with bright purple scratches are scratching Asmodie's back.

The two sisters, with their voluptuous, mature, and alluring figures in black stockings, looked like mere black stockings holsters for a lance, serving only to cleanse this massive beast with honey-like fluids, in front of Asmodée's imposing and towering bull-like body.

Author's note: I need to finish writing quickly so I can catch up on my new book.

Oh, it doesn't mean it's over.

It won't end as long as there are still viewers.

Chapter 178 The Princess Knight Who Became Meat Armor After Defeat

"The milking machine is ready, as are the carriage and the accompanying female knights."

Rowling's delicate hands, adorned with pristine white lace short gloves, were folded in front of her lower abdomen. Her gentle, calm tone seemed out of place amidst the surroundings.

To her, this scene of a savage, enraged minotaur pinning the defeated, beautiful knight-errant beneath his powerful body and relentlessly pounding and enjoying her was something she had witnessed more than once.

The noble and alluring mature female knight Cassandra, and the proud and charming female knight Dolores, these two female knights, in their daily lives, are proud, mature and unapproachable alluring mothers, and noble and charming female knights who are only indifferent and disgusted towards males.

However, in front of Asmodie, the mature and alluring body of the beautiful mother knight Cassandra, with her large breasts and plump buttocks, and the mature and tight flesh of the beautiful wife knight, which was extremely sensual and suitable for childbirth, were nothing more than the lewd and alluring flesh armor of the wife knight hanging in front of Asmodie's tall and strong body.

Outwardly proud yet alluring and mature, the female knights are clad in form-fitting, tight-fitting silver armor, their long, shapely legs encased in glossy black stockings and proudly untouchable, bright silver high-heeled boots. They are both beautiful and mature female knights.

However, more than once, in the training camp of the Princess Knights, during duels with Asmody, his longsword was easily knocked from his hand, just like the Princess Knight sisters, Vili and Visa.

As a defeated and apologetic female knight, she removed her extremely seductive and revealing silver armor—a style reminiscent of a prostitute's—before the assembled female knights. Along with her lingering, alluring fragrance and glistening drops of sweat, her bright silver high-heeled boots and gleaming silver longsword were neatly arranged at her side.

In the position of a humiliated woman kneeling in repentance, their plump, ripe, black-stockinged buttocks and oily, plump, naturally born black-stockinged buttocks are raised high, awaiting the punishment for defeat.

In most cases, Cassandra and Dolores, along with all the female slave knights of the entire city of female slaves, were defeated in their duel with Asmodie.

They would all be embraced by Asmodie, who would hold their waists, which were covered in waist-high stockings or shiny pantyhose, and would wrap his arms around their two plump, honeydew-like breasts.

Then, like a savage and ferocious minotaur, showing off his spoils, he hung the noble and charming defeated princess knight, with her large breasts, plump buttocks, and gourd-shaped flesh, dressed only in horse oil tights, in front of him as a kind of flesh armor.

The delicate, jade-like hands of the female knights, which held swords, were bound and pinned behind their heads with handcuffs, leaving them only able to hook their arms around Asmodeus's shoulders. The plump, firm, and incredibly sensual legs of the female knights, with their long, silky legs, were helplessly suspended between Asmodeus's legs.

Asmodie, clad in this flesh armor of a knight, a burly and ferocious beast, roughly thrust into their ripe, plump, and tender vulvas, squeezing out large amounts of sweet, ripe nectar, and began practicing swordsmanship with the next knight.

This position, where the minotaur enjoys the defeated female slave knight in a suspended flesh armor position, means that the knight's fleshy, mature, and alluring body is almost entirely supported by that large, savage beast.

During their sword practice match, with each move Asmodian made, he would thrust his muscular body, slamming his large, plump buttocks—which resembled ripe, honeyed fat—against the armored knight in front of him. The resulting swells of fleshy, juicy buttocks trembled wildly, and drops of fluid splattered everywhere. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the preceding narrative.)

Often, after a round of sword fighting, the female knight, who was wearing flesh armor in front of Asmodie, would be knocked so hard that her charming, mature, peach-heart-shaped eyes would roll upwards in a daze, her honey tongue would be half-protruding and dripping with sweet nectar, and her two plump breasts, as smooth and delicious as milk melons filled with sweet and mature cream, would sway up and down, with peach-heart-shaped breast pendants gushing out milk.

The long legs, suspended in mid-air in oil-silk stockings, kicked and trembled helplessly with each erratic movement, which was then pounded by the savage beast like a pestle into honey, causing the sweet, ripe nectar of the female flower to spray and splatter all over the ground.

When the next female knight is defeated, she will become the defeated human armor.

Within the city of female slaves, this was merely Asmodian's daily routine of training female slave knights.

On the other side, Asmody was in a staking position, with the two beautiful female knights, Vili and Visa, in a pyramidal position with Vili below and Visa above, their mature, black-stockinged, plump vulvas facing upwards, piled on top of his strong, muscular bull-like body.

The two sisters, with their large breasts and plump buttocks, were like layers of cake piled together. Their two pairs of fleshy, firm, and glossy black stockings were draped over Asmodie's shoulders. Their toes, adorned with bright purple nail polish, were pointed straight up and swayed in the air with ambiguous arcs as they were savagely conquered.

"Eek eek~~ Lost~~ Gu ee~~ The female dog~ was violated and became pregnant by her owner~~ Gu oh~~"

"Ooh ooh ooh~~ I'm about to be impregnated~~ Ooh ooh~~"

The haughty and alluring knight, now, before Asmodie, this savage bull, had been ravaged to the point that her heart-shaped, seductive eyes rolled back in a daze, and her two plump, soft breasts, wrapped in glossy black pantyhose, had become soft, plump mounds of sweet, ripe milk in Asmodie's hands, with milk splattering everywhere.

Two plump, soft, ripe, honey-colored buttocks, piled high with black stockings, were once again struck by Asmodie's heavy thrusting back. The soft, plump buttocks under the glossy black stockings rippled like creamy waves, and the two plump, ripe buttocks collapsed and flattened into soft pancakes after the impact.

Attacked again and again by that savage beast, its engorged, plump butterfly-shaped fleshy abalone was repeatedly pounded into her. Accompanied by the gurgling sound of the honey syrup being stirred, her two oily, plump, black-silk-clad buttocks trembled and overflowed with glistening nectar like a spring.

The beast's surging, sticky flames of fury, like a torrent of raging water, first filled the plump, ripe butterfly-shaped vulva of the elder sister, Vili, until it overflowed. Then, it suddenly withdrew and thrust its hips forward, forcing open the honeyed lips of the younger sister, Visa, which opened and closed in a state of arousal, with nectar flowing freely from her even softer, riper, and plumper butterfly-shaped lips. It then plunged into the heart of her flower and poured forth its nectar once more!

"Eek ooh ooh~~ Gulp~"

"Ugh... oh dear..."

These two blonde, mature, and alluring sisters, after being impregnated by Asmodie, simultaneously raised their long, slender necks, their mature heads filled with a seductive and broken state, their two pairs of plump breasts adorned with heart-shaped pendants and black stockings overflowing with milk and honey.

Asmodeus, after impregnating the two sisters simultaneously, looked at the elegant head maid waiting to the side with his savage lustful eyes. With particular pleasure, he grabbed the two sisters' long, mature, glossy black-stockinged legs that were raised high and pressed them down on both sides of their seductive faces, which were full of broken, infatuated spring charm.

In this more seductive and mature position, the two sisters, already glistening with splattered nectar and seeping honey sweat, were forced to lift their plump, soft, and fleshy buttocks, which were almost as if filled with honey and fat, to an even higher height.

The sheer, glossy black bodysuit stockings were extremely form-fitting, almost like a second layer of glossy skin. However, they were still stretched thin by the sisters' plump, ripe buttocks, which were so fleshy they were almost overflowing with honey-like fat. This made their smooth, oily buttock creases and the soft, moist buds hidden between their two plump, ripe buttock peaks completely exposed to that ferocious and savage beast.

Asmodie grasped and played with the two sisters' elegant and mature feet, which were covered in glossy black stockings. The savage and ferocious beast dripped sticky, hot white fluid onto the sisters' smooth, plump buttocks, which were wrapped in sheer, glossy black stockings, leaving a sticky, cloudy trail.

He then gently placed his hand on their warm, smooth buttocks and slid down to press against Vivi, the older sister, whose moist, plump, and alluring navel, hidden beneath black stockings and soaked with honey-like fluid.

"I understand." After replying to the head maid with this casual remark, the enraged bull roughly pressed down on the ferocious beast, its thin, sheer black stockings stretching open the soft, pink petals of the budding flower, before brutally slamming down on her waist like a battering ram!

"Eee ...

With a seductive, high-pitched cry, Vivi's jade neck rose again, her alluring face completely collapsing and seductive like the most wanton prostitute. Her plump, black-stockinged buttocks, which were raised high, were almost like soft, fleshy peaches piled high with estrogen and overflowing with milk and honey. They were heavily crushed under Asmodie's strong waist, and were pounded to the ground with a squelching sound as honey and nectar splattered.

The only pity is that the Vili and Visa sisters don't have the same synesthesia as the Ellie and Elena sisters. But as a bunch of proud, seductive, mature, and voluptuous knights with big breasts, big butts, and a round, gourd-shaped body, they are more suited to withstand his savage attacks than Ellie and Elena.

The bull's savage outburst continued until noon.

When Asmody withdrew the thick lance that was already covered in sticky white foam, the removal of the black silk stamens from the two sisters, who had completely turned into cream puffs, brought a crisp and enchanting popping sound, pulling up strands of sticky white liquid.

"Goo-ooh~~ Ee-ooh~~"

After Asmodie left, the two glamorous sisters, Vili and Visa, who maintained a haughty and charming demeanor in public, were now filled with a dazed and infatuated allure, their curly blonde hair soaked and scattered with sweat.

The glossy, body-hugging black stockings, comparable to a second layer of smooth, jade-like skin, were already soaked with the sweet scent of sweat and splattered nectar, making them even more slippery and greasy, a scene of utter debauchery.

Beneath the glossy, tantalizing black stockings, the plump, tender black-stockinged vulva, like a fermented, ripe peach brimming with rich, sweet nectar, and the soft, juicy black silk stamen wrapped between two mounds of oily, tanned buttocks, had completely transformed into the shape of a wild beast that could not close, gushing out sticky, white fluid.

Author's note: I feel that the sisters' position... is actually a bit difficult to achieve.

Chapter 179 Breast Pump

"Coo-choo~ Coo-choo~~"

In the maid's milk fountain, where the sweet aroma of ripe milk mingled with the steam, the sticky sounds of milking, reminiscent of ripe milk juice, rose and fell, echoing in the sweet milk mist and steam-filled fountain.

The gurgling sound of these mouthwatering, sweet milk syrups being squeezed out was mixed with the soft, tender moans of mature women.

Amidst the sweet and mellow milky fragrance mist, there also lingers the alluring and mature feminine scent and honeyed aroma that ignites male lust.

Because of the nourishment and immersion of these mature and alluring female flesh by the erotic patterns, the high-quality milk sources that come to the Milk Spring are all plump, soft, white milk puddings filled with sweet and ripe milk, as plump and soft as honeydew melons, exuding a milky aroma.

The maids working at the Maid Milk Fountain are mostly delicate young girls, and even some mature maids, with their soft and supple bodies, cannot handle such a long milking job.

Therefore, Alice, an arcane mage, used the days she spent waiting to conceive in the Arcane Tower after becoming pregnant, with the shame of a widow, and her two increasingly plump and mature milky breasts as a high-quality milk source, to design a mechanical and sustainable milking machine.

This milking machine, developed by a wise and intelligent arcane mage, features a long, gelatinous straw shaped from melted forest resin, connected to two semi-transparent oval suction cups, with a press-type milking device in the middle.

To use it, simply hook the two soft, semi-transparent round suction cups onto the milk chains above the two drooping, plump, sweet milk puddings of these high-quality milk sources, attach the two round cups to them, and then press to extract the milk.

In order to conduct milking experiments, Alice had her two plump, ripe breasts sucked by these two semi-active milking machines quite a few times inside her arcane tower.

After being squeezed and milked a few times, this pregnant widow in white stockings was ravaged until her peach-colored eyes rolled back and her soft, creamy vulva gushed sweet, ripe nectar.

After Asmody discovered that inside the tower, her heart-shaped eyes were turned upwards, and the white gauze curtains and honey curtains were soaked in sweet, ripe milk and nectar, making them particularly sticky and unbearable,...

To reward the white-haired widow for her efforts, Asmodie personally put the milk pump back on her, kneading her breasts as if they were two balls of sweet, ripe cream, and milk flowed out.

With the ferocious and savage bull-like thrusting position, he pressed the gentle widow, who already had a watermelon belly, down beneath him, lifted her soft, plump, white-stockinged legs, and thrust his ferocious beast towards her white-stockinged soft vulva, which had become even more sensitive after conception and pregnancy, until sweet milk and honey spurted and splashed.

Therefore, in order to reduce the struggles of the high-quality milk sources being milked, and also to prevent their bodies from becoming limp and unable to move, all the high-quality milk sources who enter the maid milk spring are restrained into the position of mature female cows with hollow gags and handcuffs with linked chains.

Meanwhile, to facilitate Asmodie's occasional urges and to allow her to "sow seeds" on these high-quality milk sources at any time, their plump, voluptuous buttocks, clad in various alluring stockings and garter stockings, were all in a state of high, unprotected exposure.

The plump, soft legs of mature women and the firm, shapely legs of female knights were only allowed to wear transparent crystal high heels that Asmodie could use to inject white fluid at any time.

"Gurgle~~ Ee-ee~"

"Ee-hmm~ Ee-oh-oh~~"

"Mmm~~Eeeee~~"

The seductive and alluring cries of spring, mixed with the crisp and violent savage slapping sounds, were like a rough and savage bull thrusting its strong and savage waist in a series of violent pile-driving actions.

The elegant and mature Countess Osalia, the charming and alluring Duchess Olsa, the noble and graceful white-stockinged wife and knight Iris, the dignified and charming Eleanor, the gentle and intellectual white-stockinged widow Alice, and the beautiful and mature white-stockinged maid Isabella.

Right now, they were all like bulls waiting to be rammed and impregnated by Asmodie, the raging and savage ox. Regardless of their status, position, or even personality, they were all being displayed like mature cows, their plump, soft, and glossy buttocks raised high in a style reminiscent of a cow ready for childbirth.

A plump, ripe butterfly, a juicy nectarine, a soft, ripe cream bun, tender, fleshy lips, a plump, soft, milky peach-shaped, straight-lined abalone—at this moment, regardless of its form, it is in a state of estrus, waiting to be pounded and raped by Asmodian.

Slender waists, supple waists, full waists, soft waists—all were cinched at the waist with a lace trim. The straps on either side of this lace trim weren't tied with stockings; instead, a silk chain bound their supple waists to the mare.

Plump and soft mature woman's beautiful legs, enchanting and alluring noblewoman's beautiful legs, fleshy and plump mature woman's fleshy legs, tender and soft young woman's tender legs, and slender and firm married woman's beautiful legs.

At this moment, they were all wearing pairs of bright purple pointed crystal stilettos that matched their charm and temperament, and were also the ones that most aroused Asmodie's lust: black and red single-strap crystal stilettos, white and red pointed crystal stilettos with side cutouts, bright purple platform stilettos with side cutouts, white platform crystal stilettos, and T-shaped open-toe crystal stilettos.

Those mounds of ripe, plump, and soft breasts, the rich and creamy milk of a noblewoman, the sweet, ripe, and creamy milk, the ripe and beautiful breasts of a mature mother overflowing with milk, and the sweet and soft white milk of a widow, and the sweet and soft white milk of a honeydew melon.

But just like ripe, sweet, soft melons dripping with milk, they were covered with soft, close-fitting, semi-transparent milking machines. Each time they suckled and milked, it was accompanied by the increasingly soft and tender moans and cries of these high-quality mature female cows, along with streams of sweet and smooth milk, which were extracted and accumulated into milk buckets specially labeled for them, waiting for Asmodie to taste.

Each milk chain and pendant was scattered and hung haphazardly in the sweet, ripe milk that had seeped onto the ground.

While removing the milk chains from these mature female cows, to prevent them from moving around, their alluring and tender eyes, which shimmered with mature charm, were all covered with openwork lace blindfolds.

Soft, plump lips and sweet, moist lips, as well as sweet and soft lips and plump, moist lips, were all restrained by hollowed-out gags labeled with their names, preventing these mature cows from letting out their increasingly tender and seductive moans.

However, this had no impact on Asmody whatsoever; he had now truly become a savage and powerful male bull.

Before me stood rows of plump, soft buttocks, each with its own distinct texture—a combination of fleshy and honeyed sensations. These buttocks, covered in glossy, translucent stockings, were slick with the oily sheen of ripe female fluids and sweat, exuding a sweet, honeyed fragrance and a seductive, alluring aroma. They swayed slightly in heat, a testament to their arousal.

Even though he had already enjoyed countless female slaves in the morning, and had eaten two pairs of maid mother and daughter prostitutes in the comfort courtyard, and had eaten countless maids and the beautiful mother and daughter knight sisters, Vili and Visa, in the maid garden.

The raging, savage beast, its lust undiminished, stood erect, exuding an aura powerful enough to subdue any female on the spot, pressing against the two plump, juicy, and mature buttocks of the woman closest to it.

The ferocious beast head, through the greasy, soft, and tender steamed bun soaked in oil and honey, tentatively rubbed against it like a drooling beast, before thrusting its back heavily!

"Goooooooo~~"

The elegant and mature countess, with her jade neck held high, couldn't help but roll her heart-shaped, alluring eyes under her bright purple lace blindfold. Her bright purple mouth gag dripped with saliva, and her two mounds of milk overflowed, filling the milking machine.

Author's note: Um, this story won't be very long. It will be finished in the next chapter. Then I'm thinking of writing a Tyrande side story from Warcraft.

Since hardly anyone reads this, I'll just write it however I want and have the protagonist travel to the World of Warcraft and corrupt Tyrande, that saintly bitch, right in front of Malfurion!