Blood Emperor Throne

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Having been utterly defeated and reduced to female slave knights of Asmodian, their ripe, alluring buttocks and full breasts, clad only in glossy black and white stockings, exuded an aphrodisiac fragrance that could make any woman's eyes water and her juices flow on the spot.

As they stepped forward, each wearing a pair of alluring, bright red peep-toe stilettos and a pair of white stilettos with red soles, they pressed themselves against the plump, fleshy, and tender body of the elegant, intellectual widow in white stockings from either side.

The curtain was gradually raised on this act of kneeling in apology to Asmodé, the supreme rulers of Gruul and Brendor.

Chapter 65 The White-Silk Widow Falls into the Abyss

In the dead of night, the tents in the territories of Brendor and Gruul were mostly quiet after nightfall.

But inside the tent of Viscount Alice Brendor, who appeared gentle and mature on the surface but actually had a plump, fleshy, and mature body, the candlelight flickered.

The Brundor and Gruul nobles, fast asleep with dreams of tomorrow's plundering of Castella, were completely unaware that...

While they slept soundly, lost in their sweet dreams, their elegant and intellectual widowed lady in white silk and their noble and charming mature knight commander had both been defeated and were now exchanging apologies in the tent filled with the fragrance of mature femininity and the sweet scent of milk.

A noble and charming black-stockinged female knight, a gentle and intellectual white-stockinged widowed female mage, and a proud and alluring mature female knight.

Any one of them would be enough to make any male's blood boil and his mouth dry.

Now, these three alluring beauties, coveted by countless nobles in their respective territories, have all been defeated and subjugated in Asmodé, becoming his exclusive spoils of war.

"Gurgle...no, no?~~Ugh...gurgle?~~"

The elegant and dignified widowed mage Alice, now suspended by intricate platinum chains, was like a trophy to be enjoyed by anyone.

A delicate, fine platinum chain wrapped around her white silk-clad hands, which were draped behind her head, forcing her to expose her smooth, delicate armpits to Asmodian's view in an extremely shameful posture. This caused her two plump, soft, and creamy teardrop-shaped breasts, which seemed to be filled with rich, ripe milk, to sway in waves with her soft, panting breaths, releasing a fragrant milky aroma.

Those fleshy, tender, and smooth legs, as if cast from milk and honey, were also bound and tied to her soft, white-stockinged ankles by two slender platinum anklets, raising her two plump, mature, and glistening white-stockinged legs high above her.

The fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk milk cake was hooking onto her cool and sexy transparent crystal spaghetti strap open-toe high-heeled sandals, which Asmodie's warm and smooth hands held and played with as if they were holding handles.

At this moment, this gentle and intellectual widow in white silk stockings was now completely a lewd and vulgar sight. Her plump, white silk stockings, like a rich and creamy cake, were being lifted up by the glamorous and mature knight Dolores and the alluring and mature knight Morales, as if they were holding up a soft and creamy cake.

The plump, creamy steamed bun, wrapped under the juicy, white meat threads, was already soaked in sticky syrup, a smooth and fragrant mess, practically waiting for Asmodie to proceed with her invasion.

Her once elegant and alluring pale purple eyes were now filled with intoxicating hearts. A white lace blindfold completely covered her captivating eyes, and her slender and elegant white neck had been bound with a lace choker by Dolores and Morales. A platinum chain was attached to the choker, with the other end in Asmody's hands.

"Ugh...uh ...

When that ferocious, burly beast, powerful enough to make any female submit on the spot, pressed against her already ripe, soft, creamy vulva through her smooth, oily white stockings.

On the surface, this seemingly gentle and intellectual widow in white silk had a soft, sweet, and sensual moan that immediately overflowed from her lips, causing the knight princess Dolores and the alluring knight princess Morales on either side to show disdain.

"Hmm?~~ Guh?~~ You seemingly gentle widow~~ Oh?~~ Actually~ you're also a female slave?~"

Dolores's wine-red, alluring eyes, tinged with peach-pink hearts, looked arrogantly at the widow, who, faced with imminent violation, had completely succumbed to her allure, becoming a white-stockinged female slave awaiting fertilization. A disdainful smirk emanated from her luscious lips.

On the surface, the territories of Brundore and Gruel are allied.

In reality, conflicts between the two territories were constant. The nobles of Brundor believed that they had abundant resources and a large population, and should therefore take the initiative in the alliance. The nobles of Gruul believed that the people of Brundor were all pampered good-for-nothings.

The relationship between Dolores and Alice was not affected by the territorial disputes; it could be considered an intersecting relationship.

However, the two, one a gentle lady duke and the other a proud knight commander, had different opinions on how to handle the incident and make various decisions.

However, due to the disparity in strength and resources between the two territories, as well as the disadvantage in terms of wealth, she, the proud leader of the Princess Knights, often found herself at a disadvantage in front of Alice. Although Alice's strategies and policies were always correct, it still made her and the entire Xijin Princess Knights feel slightly unhappy.

Right now, this widow in white silk, who always maintained a gentle and dignified demeanor, was utterly useless as her plump breasts and buttocks went limp simply because this female beast of murder had pressed her vulva against her. Her creamy vulva was gushing out sweet nectar, soaking her oily white silk into a slick and unbearable mess.

Although, compared to Morales, the proud and beautiful knight princess, she was not much better, this noble and charming knight princess was not much better.

But at least, in their defeated and submissive apology, they were subjected to this man's extremely brutal and forceful use of his flesh armor, repeatedly thrusting into their plump and juicy buttocks in a submissive posture until their juices splattered everywhere and their voluptuous buttocks rippled repeatedly. Only then did they completely surrender and become seductive female knight slaves beneath this man.

In contrast, the elegant and dignified widow in white silk, along with her two personal guard knights, all softened their plump and alluring flesh the moment this man violated them, allowing him to violate and possess them at will.

"What a useless widowed viscount?~~" Morales smiled with undisguised disdain, her smooth, elegant white silk hand lifting up her plump, voluptuous white silk that exuded a sweet, sensual fragrance.

"A slave like you? That useless Viscount Brendor must have been utterly defeated at the door before even stepping into the bridal chamber! I vaguely remember your husband's sudden death on your wedding day—it wasn't because of an assassination attempt by a drow elf!"

"That lecherous, good-for-nothing viscount...on his wedding night, seeing you, this beauty in your white silk wedding gown...in his greed, he used a drow elf's medicine as a temporary measure...and before he even stepped into the bridal chamber, it directly led to his sudden death."

Dolores also contemptuously lifted Alice's other smooth, plump, white-stockinged buttocks, her seductive voice filled with disdain: "Hmph, that Viscount Brendor, he even wanted to possess me, just like my husband Caster."

In fact, among the high-ranking nobles of both Brundor and Gruul, there was a tacitly known truth: Viscount Brundor was not poisoned by the so-called drow assassins, but died suddenly due to his own overdose of drugs.

This Viscount Brundall was an extremely lecherous and greedy man. After becoming a viscount, he lavishly kept a large number of mistresses and spent his days in uninhibited parties with them. As a result, his already weak constitution and binge eating turned him into a useless person.

Forced into a corner, Viscount Brundor began importing large quantities of virility-restoring drugs from the drow elves. Then, on his wedding night with Alice, he became so excited that he swallowed five bottles of drow elf aphrodisiacs in one go. Before he could even see his wife Alice, who was dressed in white silk wedding attire, he exploded and died amidst the castle and the maids.

The fact that a viscount, a man of such stature, died so suddenly is a disgrace to the entire city of Brundall.

Therefore, the nobles who knew the truth tacitly suppressed it, blaming it all on the assassination by the drow elves.

In fact, this is a very accurate way to shift the blame, because before this, in order to obtain this drug and seductive and wanton female slaves, Viscount Brundall had become increasingly close to the drow elves, and the number of times the drow elf slave-hunting teams entered and left Brundall gradually aroused the suspicion of the Duke of Bordeaux.

The death of Viscount Brundall was more significant than his contributions to Brundall during his lifetime.

"Gurgle, oh oh?~~ No~ Don't mention my~ deceased husband?~~ No, don't become~~ a female slave—Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!!"

Before Alice could even utter her shy and delicate explanation, Dolores and Morales lifted up her plump, ripe buttocks, which were covered in white silk and exuded a rich, honey-scented aroma, as if they were made of solidified cream and honey.

As Asmodée's firm and solid waist slammed down, splashing up mellow and fragrant nectar, and the two plump and soft white silk-clad buttocks collided, creating ripples of creamy, jelly-like flesh.

Her long, fair neck, under the throbbing of the seed, involuntarily tilted back, revealing her elegant head, which was covered by a white lace blindfold over her pale purple eyes. Her tender, sticky, sweet lips were half-open in a daze, and her soft, smooth tongue, dripping with sweet saliva, was spitting out. She was even more mature and infatuated than the two defeated flesh-armored knights, Dolores and Morales.

That ferocious and monstrous beast, wrapped in a layer of creamy, fleshy white silk stockings, stretched open the plump, soft, and greasy flesh, completely breaking through the last barrier of this widow's greasy, soft, and greasy white silk flower nectar and spring honey fragrance source, which even her deceased husband had never set foot in, and possessing and violating it into his exclusive white silk female slave.

The white-stockinged, mature widow who was violated and possessed, even though her deceased husband had never touched her plump, mature body, not even a little bit, and he had not even seen her in her white-stockinged wedding dress on their wedding night.

Ultimately, she was easily defeated by the enemy's knight commander in the camp where she personally led the expedition. In front of her two close female knight friends, she was completely possessed and marked as the property of a man other than her deceased husband.

And her fate, along with the territories of Brendor and Gruul, would be to become the property of Asmodian.

It's not hard to predict that her white silk wedding dress, which even her deceased husband had never seen, would, in the days to come, become, along with the noble and gorgeous black silk wedding dress of Dolores, the defeated princess knight, an extremely subservient wedding dress beneath this man, a symbol of his exclusive lustful wife. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

Chapter 66 Retreat

What factors determine the ultimate outcome of a war?

Is it a wise, composed, and strategic commander? Is it a highly motivated and well-equipped army? Is it an overwhelming number of knights?

For the nobles of the Carolant Empire, all three elements were essential.

A calm and strategic commander can precisely strike the enemy's weak points. A highly motivated and well-equipped army is also a major factor in determining the outcome of a war. A mass charge launched by overwhelmingly powerful knights can even decide the course of a battle.

These three elements of battlefield dynamics were especially important to the nobles of Brundor and Gruul.

But clearly, they only realized that in Carolant, the traditional method of charging in groups of knights to break through the enemy lines and then supplementing it with auxiliary troops to strike the enemy lines was an unchangeable ancestral method. They did not expect that, for them, they did not even possess this ancestral method.

They do indeed have a calm and wise leadership team. Alice, the gentle and intellectual widow mage in white silk, and Dolores, the elegant and mature knight, both have mature and juicy bodies that can make one's mouth dry at first glance, but they have no problems with crisis awareness and strategic decision-making.

However, neither the nobles of Brundor nor the nobles of Gruul held any trust in either of them whatsoever.

To the nobles of Brundor, all of Alice's foresight and sense of crisis was nothing more than an attempt to seize power and establish her own prestige.

To the nobles of Gruul, Dolores's actions were no different from her previous suppression of their autonomy; she was simply trying to further control Gruul.

Therefore, the nobles on both sides had only one attitude towards their own command and lords: if you want money or people, you have to come and get them yourself; you know that rule.

If you want power? Hey, my power and status were inherited from my ancestors who followed the first viscount/baron. You dare to take it away or suppress one of them?

The second element is a highly motivated and well-equipped army.

Here is a very counterintuitive point: Brendor and Gruul are both richer and more populous than Castella, but in terms of high-end military strength and the number of knights, the allied forces are at a certain disadvantage.

Because Castella was frequently attacked by beast tides, martial virtue was extremely abundant.

It was common for every household to have pitchforks on hand, and many elderly farmers would also learn to use bows and arrows on their own.

Therefore, when Asmodian tried to recruit hunters as longbowmen, he found that even the old farmers of Castile could roughly draw a bow, which confirmed the profession of old farmers with bows in the medieval period of his previous life.

As for the Knights, despite the factional chaos and severe internal strife within Castella, the situation remained stable.

However, every regular knight in Castellania was equipped with full-body plate armor, and some even imported heavy plate armor from the Earl of Dorne.

In contrast, in Brendor and Gruul, where the lords and nobles were at odds, Alice and Dolores intentionally suppressed the military power of the lower-ranking nobles in order to further control their territories and operate them more efficiently.

Therefore, most knights of Brundore wore heavy chainmail with breastplates and iron armor, while only some officers and nobles were issued full-body plate armor.

Also due to the discord between the lords and the noble class, the nobles of Brendor and Gruul were extremely at odds with the counts' private armies loyal to Alice and Dolores, and conflicts between the two sides were constant.

A typical example is that after Dolores established the Knights of the Dawn, every time the Knights of the Dawn wanted to mobilize and recruit the private soldiers of the Gruul nobles to fill the servant army, they would be met with numerous obstacles from the nobles.

It's not a lack of food or manpower, or at worst, a lack of equipment. In short, it boils down to this: you, the Xijinji Knights, go fight the war, while we nobles will take care of the money.

As for the final number of knights, the Allied forces did not have an overwhelming advantage. On the contrary, due to the lack of equipment and playing on foreign soil, the Allied forces were at a disadvantage.

These contradictions and conflicts, taken individually, may not seem serious, but when they come together, they can cause serious problems.

So, by the early morning of the next day, the nobles in the two territories who had not yet received the order to attack began to complain and urge, questioning why they had not yet made their move.

Then, unexpectedly, the gentle and intellectual white-haired widowed Viscount Alice of Brendale and the elegant and sophisticated princess knight Dolores of Gruul both agreed to discuss the matter with the nobles.

The nobles of Gruul were the first to receive news of Dolores's proposed advance, but when they arrived at the camp, they found only Moraris, the proud and alluring knight, and a proclamation in the vast tent.

After the vice-commander of the Xijinji Knights, whose face was inexplicably flushed with intoxication, announced the proclamation while slightly biting her plump, firm, and long legs clad in oily black stockings, the Gruul nobles who had read the proclamation were completely dumbfounded.

Dolores made a decision that went against her ancestors' wishes; she actually decided to withdraw her troops. Moreover, if the nobles did not agree to the suggestion of withdrawal, she would only retreat with the Knights of the Dawn.

This caused an uproar among the nobles of Gruul. It was as if everyone had followed you to say you wanted to eat meat and drink soup, and then after you had set up the pot and cooked the meat, you said you didn't want to eat meat anymore and wanted to go home.

After the initial shock, the entire noble class of Gruul was in an uproar, because the second clause of Dolores's decree was: if a noble wanted to take his private army with him, she would not only not hinder him, but would also provide him with aid and logistical assistance.

The nobles were overjoyed. They had always resented Dolores for suppressing them, and now they finally had a way to regain their autonomy, especially since Dolores herself had admitted it. Only a fool would refuse!

So, basically after Morales finished reading the proclamation, almost all the Gruul nobles agreed to it and left the camp with sneers. Even the cowardly Baron Caster, after much hesitation, finally gritted his teeth and followed the nobles.

He had had enough of being seen as a weak and useless piece of trash by his wife, which was indeed the case. But this time, he wanted to use his status as a baron to establish his own prestige and turn the scornful Xijin Princess Knights into lowly and slutty female slave knights under his control!

However, neither the departing nobleman nor Castor, Dolores' husband, could have imagined what was going on.

As they listened intently to the proclamation, right behind the central tent, Dolores, a seductive and mature knight with ample breasts and a voluptuous figure, was dressed in an extremely revealing black tulle high-slit evening gown. Her long, plump, and lustrous legs, shimmering with a mature and alluring sheen, were clad in captivating bright red stilettos.

This haughty and sophisticated noblewoman, who always exuded elegance and sophistication towards any man, was now, in the inner tent separated only by a single layer of the tent, in front of her frail husband Caster, bending down her soft, fleshy, and glossy black-stockinged legs, and placing her plump, ripe peach-colored black stockings, encased in sultry, oily black pantyhose, onto her alluring, bright red high-heeled feet, offering her honeyed tongue and fragrant lips to a man other than her husband, all through this single layer of the tent.

In this very inner tent where many nobles held their meetings, Dolores, the elegant and mature black-stockinged knight, was pressed against the desk by the man behind her, his body as perfect as a marble sculpture. Her two plump, ripe breasts, like two mounds of chocolate cream, were squeezed and flattened on the cool desk.

Her plump, soft, and voluptuous body, covered in glossy black stockings, was subjected to extreme humiliation as a valiant man, other than her husband, held her delicate and supple waist from behind. The man slammed her plump, voluptuous body against his own, causing her buttocks to ripple and her juices to splatter everywhere.

A pair of plump, mature, and voluptuous legs, clad in glossy black stockings and wearing bright red sky-high heels, trembled uncontrollably from the impact, with fluid continuously dripping from between the black stockings.

Those elegant, mature, wine-red, alluring eyes kept rolling upwards, and her two plump breasts, like those of a ripe papaya filled with sweet, creamy honey, exuded a rich, mellow, and creamy fragrance, swaying and trembling wildly back and forth like two giant bells of cream.

Chapter 67 The Widow's White Silk Wedding

Dolores's order to retreat was not only hard to believe for the nobles of Gruul, but even the nobles of Brendor were stunned for a moment and couldn't help but be suspicious.

In their memory, this princess knight commander of Gruul had never shown any fear, let alone treated a weak Countess of Castella with such high-level treatment.

But soon, they no longer found it unbelievable, because the order to withdraw troops also came from the Lady of Brundall, the elegant and intellectual widow in white silk, whom they had always looked down upon.

When the nobles of Brundor gathered at the camp of the widow in white silk and learned of the news, some frowned, some sneered, and some were dismissive.

To them, the opinions and decisions of Alice, the widow, had no influence whatsoever. She was not like Dolores, the powerful and decisive leader of the Knights, who had a very firm grip on the lower-ranking nobles of the territory.

In fact, Dolores was partly responsible for Alice's poor control over the nobles of Brundor.

It was precisely because of seeing Dolores's methods of suppressing the military and autonomy of the nobility, consolidating her position by establishing the Knights of the Dawn, and further dividing the nobility.

The nobles of Brundor have always been extremely wary and resistant to Alice, the powerful widow mage. Although her gentle and polite demeanor has won the favor of many nobles and commoners on the surface, the nobles have always outwardly complied with her decisions and policies but inwardly opposed them.

Therefore, when the two royal guards of Alice, two alluring blonde beauties with voluptuous figures, dressed in well-fitting silver armor and walking with a charming and languid gait in their knee-high silver high-heeled boots, came before the nobles and announced Alice's orders, the nobles of Brundor had virtually no objections.

Basically, most of the nobles chose to lead their own troops to invade Castella, and the remaining nobles also had their own agendas, with not a single one choosing to give up this prize.

After all, although Castella only has 10,000 acres of habitable and fertile farmland and is frequently attacked by wild beastmen, one advantage of Castella is that it has abundant forest resources.

Resources such as timber, livestock, birds, furs, game, and medicinal herbs are abundant.

Furthermore, although they still believed that Castellania was militarily weak, they were well aware of the recent changes in Castellania.

After consolidating its internal territory and annexing the Earldom of Dorne, the Countess of Castella went to great lengths to build roads, eliminate bandits within the territory, and even set about building markets to attract trade—a ready-made opportunity.

As long as they can get their hands on this cake, they don't care about the beastman invasion. After all, it's just the lowly commoners who die, and the beastmen aren't stupid enough to provoke a group of nobles with private armies and knights.

However, while these nobles, harboring their own ulterior motives, were excitedly discussing how to divide up Castellania's interests, they remained completely unaware of what was happening.

Before them stood two elegant and alluring blonde knight sisters, their beautiful, curvaceous figures with plump, gourd-shaped hips and alluring, dark purple eyes looking down at them, a group of bloated nobles, with haughty and indifferent gazes as if they were looking at a group of corpses.

However, the sisters' ripe, voluptuous flesh, restrained beneath their fitted silver armor and completely covered by full-body plate armor, revealed an extremely lewd and vulgar seductive appearance.

Beneath the seemingly form-fitting silver plate armor, the alluring, ripe flesh, exuding a seductive, feminine fragrance, was outlined in a greasy, supple silhouette by sheer black stockings that gleamed with oil.

Her long, swan-like, elegant white neck was adorned with a black leather choker. Several black rubber straps ran down the choker, encircling her two large, plump breasts, which resembled ripe papayas filled with rich, sweet milk. The straps accentuated their plumpness and made them appear even more rounded and voluptuous, while also causing them to continuously ooze sweet, ripe milk.

The black restraints ran straight down around their plump, supple waists, their slender waists shimmering with the rich, oily color of ripe flesh, leaving a heart-shaped opening at the pink pubic area that shimmered with a soft, alluring peach-colored blush, deeply embedded in their succulent, soft, black-stockinged vulvas.

They squeezed out the extremely soft and tender honey mounds of these ripe, greasy flesh, and then bound their two black silk stockings that exuded the sweet fragrance of ripe peaches.