Blood Emperor Throne

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Every morning at dawn, the maids who come to clean here have intoxicatingly flushed faces. From the nectar that exudes a rich, mature female fragrance, they sweep out extremely revealing and lewd transparent gauze skirts, seductive and alluring black stockings and sheer white stockings. There are also quite a few bright purple sheer stockings and hot and sexy red suspender stockings.

As for the delicate lace camisoles soaked in white paste, the torn pantyhose and stockings, and the exquisite high heels filled with milk that had turned into cow's milk, there were quite a few of them.

This morning, Katharina woke up a little later than usual.

After all, yesterday afternoon, Asmody had bound her two bright red, pointed-toe, high-heeled black stockings with red rope, and hung her up in an extremely shameful suspension bridge position in the study, tormenting her all day long. She was restrained and bound in the study until late at night before being let down.

At this moment, in the corridor covered with messy love marks, a maid wearing an extremely revealing white lace mini-dress was shyly cleaning up the love marks scattered all over the place.

Since Asmodeus moved into the castle, the elegant black and white maid dresses that the maids used to wear, which reached their ankles, have long been replaced by revealing white blouses with corsets and neckbands, and revealing short lace-trimmed maid skirts that reach their hips.

This already revealing and sexy super-short maid silk dress is less of a maid dress and more of a sleeveless, backless white maid shirt and lace-trimmed suspender maid dress layered over a revealing, high-slit, shiny silk bodysuit, and adorned with white lace leg rings.

The sleeveless, backless white shirts that barely reached the waist completely exposed the maids' graceful and voluptuous waistlines, which were covered by various shiny, flesh-colored bodysuits. The sides of their fragrant, moist breasts were also completely exposed, making it easy for Asmodie to reach in from the side and play with their smooth, soft breasts.

As for their ultra-short maid silk skirts that barely cover half of their tender, oily, fragrant buttocks, they only need to bend over slightly or stand on their high heels to fully expose their round, mature buttocks, which are only made up of extremely thin, waist-length lace suspenders deeply embedded between their soft, moist vulvas.

The lace aprons, which were like thin, hollowed-out gauze curtains, became the last cover for their honeyed sources, which were wrapped in shiny silk bodysuits and had soft, tender marks left by the thin lace straps. However, with each step they took, their jade-like legs, wrapped in glossy black stockings and white bodysuits, would flutter and be exposed to the public.

This lord's castle, once filled with the aphrodisiac scent of peach blossoms, has now become Asmodie's private sanctuary, where no male creature is allowed to enter.

If any female other than the Asmodian slaves were to accidentally wander into this place, they would likely be so captivated by the alluring, decadent scent that permeates the air that tempts people to degenerate that they would immediately turn into mindless beasts with their lustful eyes rolled upwards.

It was precisely because of the sweet and cloying fragrance that permeated the air that the females in the castle, besides her—the knights, maids, and noblewomen—became increasingly alluring. Their seductive eyes often held pink hearts, and their delicate, fair faces were often flushed with an intoxicating blush. They became less and less resistant to their increasingly revealing and even flamboyant attire, which rivaled that of prostitutes.

"Lady Kasrina." Upon seeing Kasrina, several maids stopped cleaning and bowed.

As they bent over, their plump, soft, white breasts, wrapped in glossy, high-cut white suspender stockings, trembled and rippled with a milky fragrance before Catherine's eyes. Their gentle, autumn-water-like eyes had now turned peach-colored, with hearts appearing in their depths.

"Where is Asmodel? And where is Mother?" Katherina asked languidly, having grown quite accustomed to the ambiguous and sensual changes in the maid.

It seems that, apart from the mother and daughter, Aunt Cassandra and Sera, and Head Maid Lorraine, all the females in the castle have undergone similar changes, and the maid in front of them is one example.

Their alluring eyes were all tinged with an ambiguous peach hue, often containing a mesmerizing, seductive peach-colored heart. Their gazes were filled with a captivating charm that could intoxicate the mind. Each of them transformed into a seductive and alluring beauty. The sweet, feminine fragrance emanating from their graceful and sensual flesh was enough to capture any male and turn him into a devoted servant.

Even those pure and lovely girls now resembled those shy little succubi in white silk stockings. On the surface, they appeared pure and shy, but in reality, with just a slight tease, their heart-shaped eyes would gleam with intoxicating peach-colored spring charm, as they rode on Asmod's firm and solid waist, their tender and smooth white silk stockings rising and falling.

Their exquisite and graceful bodies became increasingly fragrant, moist, and tender. Whenever they wore pantyhose covered with sheer stockings and elegant round-toed maid stilettos, and took graceful and light steps, the spring colors fluttering in their lace aprons were even more tempting and arousing.

The plump, honey-scented breasts grew even softer and more fragrant, with a milky aroma gradually spreading. The plump, rounded buttocks also became increasingly full and rounded, as if they were gradually maturing.

These are just the changes happening to the maids; the changes to the noblewomen and the female knights are even more erotic and arousing.

"The Knight Commander is in the study," the maid replied in a soft, alluring voice. However, when she mentioned Osalia, a hint of shyness and spring-like charm appeared in her heart-filled, gentle eyes, but she did not show it. Instead, she bowed and answered.

"The Countess seems to have gone out this morning with Knight Commander Cassandra. Meanwhile, Head Maid Lorraine is currently in the study preparing breakfast for the Knight Commander."

"Really?" Kasrina was slightly surprised. Normally, her mother should be in her study handling official business in the morning; why was she out so early this morning?

However, she didn't think much of it. After nodding slightly, she walked towards the study with elegant and charmingly languid steps.

Completely unaware that after she left, several maids behind her, their faces flushed with a sweet blush, picked up a pair of bright purple, waist-length lace panties from a pool of glistening flower nectar that was already soaked through with sticky flower nectar mixed with thick white fluid.

Meanwhile, behind the corridor door, a pair of flesh-colored, fish-mouthed, red-bottomed, thin-strapped stilettos, soaked in sticky, thick, white milk and still retaining traces of sticky, mature, and luscious maternal fragrance, were softly tugging at a black, waist-length, thin-strapped lace panty adorned with red rose lace trim.

Along with a pair of purple, delicately strapped, peep-toe crystal stiletto sandals, equally soaked in thick, sticky milk and exuding a rich, lingering fragrance, they lay scattered haphazardly in a pool of honey-white slurry.

The milk-colored high heels and the soaked lace also reveal what happened to their owners last night.

As Katharina entered the study, the door was opened first.

The elegant and intellectual white-stockinged head maid, Luo Lin, gently pushed open the door. Her soft, pale pink eyes looked at the noble and aloof woman in black stockings before her, and she greeted her gently.

Good morning, Lady Kasrina.

"Good morning, Lorraine." Kasrina smiled and replied to the elegant and intellectual white-stockinged head maid in front of her.

The head maid in front of her was Osalia's personal maid who had grown up with her since childhood, serving the countess since her teenage years.

Unlike Cassandra, the beautiful knight, whose body seemed to overflow with honey at the slightest touch, or her mother's mature and fertile body, which was like a ripe peach with breasts that were almost dripping with honey.

Rowling's mature and voluptuous body, with its full breasts and shapely hips, is not as succulent and juicy as the two glamorous and alluring mothers. Her gentle and elegant demeanor, with her long, straight black hair styled in a dignified updo and her dignified and graceful bearing at all times, makes her look more like a gentle and dignified new mother.

This gentle and dignified demeanor, paired with a side-hollowed lace-up maid silk dress that reaches her hips and a sleeveless, neck-ringed, backless, side-hollowed, flesh-colored blouse, perfectly accentuates her mature and voluptuous body, highlighting its incredibly soft and supple fleshy texture.

The sleeveless, see-through, backless maid blouse with cutouts on one side tightly covered her two plump, soft, and creamy breasts, which were as tender and ripe as peaches. However, the cutout design on this side also caused large swathes of her soft, creamy breasts, which were steaming with a sweet and creamy aroma, to overflow from both sides of the cutouts, just like compressed marshmallows.

Her snow-white breast, adorned with a charming beauty mark and exuding a rich, milky fragrance, and her snow-white, smooth, soft, fragrant armpits, were almost completely exposed to the air.

Her shapely, fleshy, and soft white legs were accentuated by the extremely thin, sheer lace-trimmed long white stockings, which highlighted their mature, plump, and pure fleshy texture, much like a pure wedding dress. The stockings outlined her shapely, soft maid legs with a creamy color comparable to ice cream cones.

"If Lady Catherine wishes to find the Knight Commander, he is currently in his study handling state affairs."

Rowling gently held the door frame with her jade-like hands adorned with pure white lace openwork short gloves. She lightly lifted her soft, plump, ripe buttocks, which were outlined by delicate marks from the pure white suspender stockings, and then carefully hooked a pair of elegant black round-toed maid short high heels onto her two tender, soft, pure white ice cream-stocking feet.

"If there are no other instructions, I will go and assign other tasks to the maids for today."

"Thank you for your hard work. Also, could you make me a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, Lady Catherine." Rowling bowed, her shapely, mature legs clad in white stockings, and she left with graceful steps.

After Catherine entered the study, Lorraine, who had only taken a few steps, gradually slowed her pace. Her soft, pale pink eyes glanced at the closed study behind her, her jade-like hands gently supporting the wall, and a captivating blush finally appeared on her gentle and intellectual face.

"What a... tasteless request." She gently lifted her soft, plump, pure white silk maid heel, her gentle peach-colored eyes slightly cold and disdainful as she looked at her elegant black round-toed maid heels.

Her elegant maid-style high heels, still carrying a faint, lingering fragrance of orchids, slipped onto her soft, plump, snow-white silk-clad feet. Then, thick, sticky white fluid began to slowly trickle down the smooth surface of the high heels…

The sticky, warm, and slick sensation, as if soaking in gooey milk, caused a flicker of disgust to cross the gentle eyes of the elegant white-silk-clad maid. She then lowered her high-heeled silk shoes, straightened her crumpled, hip-length maid's silk skirt, and, stepping on those milk-filled high heels from the study, she walked downstairs with her usual elegant gait.

A thick, sticky white fluid was slowly sliding down her fair thighs, where the white stockings accentuated her tender flesh...

Chapter 53 Drow Mistress: Samantha

When Katharina, with her alluring black stockings and red-soled high heels, strode lazily and charmingly into the study, she entered.

In the study, the air was filled with the sweet, cloying scent of mature women, and the desk was slightly messy. The bright red bench, as if it had just been intimate, still bore traces of honey, and the sheer curtains were dimly drawn.

All of this added to the already ambiguous, sensual atmosphere, and caused a captivating blush to rise in Katharina's cool, alluring blue eyes.

Behind the desk, Asmodeus rested his chin on his hand, casually examining the report on the desk.

He glanced at Katherina, who had just entered, and pushed a letter forward. He lightly tapped the dark purple envelope, which was engraved with a dark purple spider and silver spiderweb, and said casually, "Take a look at this."

Kasrina glanced around the study, which was filled with an alluring and ambiguous atmosphere. She let out a soft hum, and with her delicate hands, she styled her waist-length chestnut-colored wavy hair into an elegant and dignified updo. She stepped forward with languid steps, leaned on the desk, and bent over, her lazy voice carrying a hint of charming spring.

"What? You bad man, after you ate all those female knights and noble maids last night, you want to mess with me first thing in the morning?"

That's what she said, but as she leaned against the desk and bent her slender waist, her plump, snow-white breasts, as smooth and tender as a ripe white peach, were extremely restless, swaying in Asmody's eyes under the cool and bright red spaghetti strap silk dress, revealing a large expanse of snow-white color that aroused a burning desire.

The already cool, hip-length silk skirt lifted slightly as she bent over, revealing most of her plump, rounded buttocks, which were as full and round as a full moon.

Beneath the sheer, glossy black stockings, between two plump, moist buttocks, the smooth, soft, white valley, glistening with morning dew, was faintly visible beneath the form-fitting silk skirt adorned with bright red lace.

Since being possessed by Asmodie, this noble and aloof black-stockinged beauty has become increasingly accustomed to going commando.

In any case, in front of this man, no matter if she was wearing a tight-fitting lace panty, a cool and sexy thin-strapped lace panty, a panty that only had a thin lace trim that reached her waist, or even a thin-strapped lace panty with a string of jade beads, she could not escape being roughly torn apart by this man.

Over time, she grew accustomed to this unrestrained, almost wanton state of being. She also grew accustomed to the fact that whenever she was handling government affairs or giving instructions to the noblewomen and maids under her command, this man would suddenly lift her already revealing, hip-length silk skirt, press her down beneath him, and, under the shy, lustful gazes of the noblewomen and maids, grotesquely violate her moist, black-stockinged buttocks.

“Yesterday, another letter arrived, but it wasn’t from the Duchess, nor from Archbishop Elarelli.” Asmo pointed to the letter, then gently patted it under the desk.

"Gurgle? Pfft~~"

A sticky, wet sound, accompanied by two suppressed, shy, and soft moans, faintly emanated from under the desk. Mixed with the ambiguous sounds of juice being stirred and some sticky swallowing sounds, the sound of the swallows was faintly heard.

However, at this moment, Catherine did not notice the strangeness under the desk, nor did she notice that the two suppressed, soft moans of pleasure were inexplicably similar to those of her beloved Osalia and the Knight Commander Cassandra.

At this moment, Katharina's attention was completely focused on the dark purple letter in front of her and the silver-threaded purple spider.

In the Carolant Empire, only one faction possesses this silver-threaded purple spider as an emblem and for sealing letters: the Drow elves.

Drow elves are a branch of the elf race, belonging to the same elven race as elemental elves, wood elves, fairies, and high elves.

However, compared to the elemental spirits who live in nature and are composed of elements, the wood elves who live deep in the forest and are extremely disgusted with humans and other races, the fairy race who are also active in the forest but have many wings on their backs, and the high elves who live far away and are not yet proud and beautiful.

The Drow elves are truly an anomaly among the elves.

They all possess skin as smooth as black jade, and their skin is naturally resistant to arcane magic. Their physique far surpasses that of humans, and they have dark vision. Male drow are all handsome and eerie men with tall, slender bodies, while female drow are all seductive and wanton beauties with a captivating charm.

At the same time, every drow is born with an extremely lewd and sadistic nature, belonging to the chaotic and evil camp. They do not resist humans, but rather adapt very well to human society.

The Drow elves are a typical matriarchal society, with the ruling class consisting entirely of female Drow matriarchs who control the vast majority of power and status within their families and territories.

Drow society is composed of various independent noble families, each led by a Drow matriarch. Under the matriarch's guidance, family members compete with other families, striving to enhance their family's power and prestige.

The high-ranking members of the family are blood relatives, while the middle-ranking members are from disadvantaged families who have sworn allegiance to the larger family.

The lowest-ranking members of the family were the family's slaves, who were either low-born drow or captured non-drow slaves.

"When was this letter delivered?" Katherina asked, her expression slightly different, her brows furrowed.

“Yesterday afternoon, probably around the time I tied you up in the study with the red rope,” Asmodie said with a smile, which earned him a soft snort and a glare from Katharina.

"Want to hear my opinion?" Kasrina leaned on her slender waist, waved the letter in her hand, and snorted, "Burn this letter, just pretend you never saw it. I recognize the wax seal on this letter; it's from the Isa family, a drow elf clan in the Electorate of Naregas."

House Isa is the most powerful family among the drow elves in the Electorate of Naregas, which borders the Earl of Dorne.

Among the drow elves within the territory of the Elector of Naregas, the House of Isha is the most prestigious and powerful drow family, both in terms of prestige and strength.

Through the slave trade serving various great emperors and noble lords, the Drow assassin guild that carried out assassination missions for them, along with various shady and sordid dealings, and those alluring and mature Drow matriarchs who often wore extremely revealing evening gowns that could be described as consisting of only two thin straps and semi-transparent gauze curtains, they frequented the lavish banquets held by various nobles and stayed overnight.

The drow elves gradually infiltrated the Electorate of Naregas, their connections becoming increasingly complex. They established relationships with most of the Naregas nobles and several grand dukes, and it was common to see the alluring drow matriarchs entering and leaving noble estates, castles, and even attending banquets.

After the Isa family married into the Naregas Electorate, they received a large amount of land as a reward from the Naregas Electorate.

Of the approximately eight million acres of territory in the Electorate of Nagarris, the drow elves occupied about three million acres and ruled over a million people, with the drow elves alone numbering over two hundred thousand.

Given the intricate network of relationships within the Naregas Electorate, the Drow Elves' power and influence within the Naregas Electorate are likely even greater than they appear on the surface.

"What's wrong?" Asmodian rested his chin on his hand, looking at Katherina, who seemed jealous but was actually worried, with a hint of amusement. He teased, "Are you jealous, or are you worried that I can't beat that drow elf?"

"As far as I know, that drow elf is named Samantha, and she happens to be the third daughter of the Isa family. She is indeed a bewitching and charming beauty."

"Dream on, I'm just afraid you'll get eaten up by this drow elf."

Kasrina pushed the letter back, rolled her eyes at him, and said with a light reproach, "The Drow matriarchs among the Drow elves are not easy to deal with. There have been quite a few such incidents in the Electorate of Naregas."

"Often, after those drow mistresses attended dinner parties and stayed overnight, the nobles and lords would be so captivated by them that they would even sign wills bequeathing their lands to these drow mistresses after their deaths."

"But often, these nobles and lords would die suddenly in various ways after signing their wills, and the drow elves would swallow up their entire territories. By the time the other Nagarius nobles and the Electors themselves came to their senses, the drow elves had already swallowed up about a million acres of land in this way."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to pay any attention to what you're saying."

Asmodé opened the envelope, which exuded a faint, feminine fragrance. The next item was a vibrant purple lace collar and an exquisite platinum dog chain, which slid down from a very revealing lace camisole made of only three thin straps forming a T-shape.

A second bloom...

Asmodeus watched the purple lace three-piece set slip down in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Samantha, the Drow matriarch, and the duchess were both alluring and stunning beauties of the same type.

Kasrina, however, blushed upon seeing the vibrant purple three-piece set. She bit her full, luscious lips and said with a hint of jealousy, "You slut!"

"Alright, don't be jealous." Asmodie chuckled, swept the erotic items aside, picked up the letter tucked in the envelope, glanced at it briefly, rubbed his chin with his finger, and handed the letter to Kasrina in front of him.

"interesting……"

Kasrina took the letter, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

The letter was not filled with the flirtatious and cheesy love talk she had imagined. Instead, it was extremely formulaic. After greeting Countess Osalia, it explained the purpose of her visit.

Samantha Crodes Issa, the third daughter of the Issa family, is preparing to travel to Castellania in person to discuss the previous slave trade agreement with the Earl of Dorne, as well as the agreement regarding the slave arena.

The letter also indicated that they had a great interest in investing in Castella and hoped to delve deeper into the slave trade in the Ancaru Forest. They hoped that Castella could provide convenience for the Isa family so that their slave-hunting teams could venture into the Ancaru Forest to capture the highly sought-after centaur and orc slaves.

Furthermore, Castella could take 30% of the profits from slave capture, and the Issa family was willing to provide a professional slave-capturing team and cover all expenses and losses incurred during the capture process, at an extremely lucrative price.

In the Carolant Empire, although beastmen and humans are extremely hostile, centaur and orc slaves among the beastmen are highly sought after by the empire's nobles and lords.

Nobles and lords, tired of ordinary human women, coveted these women of other races.

A wild and fiery female centaur, a mature and gentle half-orc goat woman, or a bewitching and charming snake-woman, can fetch an exorbitant price of anywhere from a hundred to a thousand gold dir among the nobility.

The Count of Castella borders the Ancaru Forest and has indeed been developing its resources on a large scale recently, an advantage that the Count of Dorne could not match in the past.

It seems that there are no major problems with the deal between the drow elves in this letter.

"There's a problem, and a big one."

Kasrina glanced at the letter, put it down, suppressed the temptation in her heart, and said coldly.

"First of all, why would a large family take the initiative to come to you? Secondly, what makes her think that Castellaia is capable of developing the Ancaru Forest on a large scale and capturing the highly mobile centaurs in the forest? Furthermore, Castellaia takes 30% of the profits, but all expenses and costs for the slave-catching team are borne by them. How can there be such a good deal?"

“Smart.” Asmodeus tapped the table. “However, I don’t intend to refuse benefits that are offered to me, but not by helping them capture slaves.”

Even if there were shady dealings involved, he was indeed able to secure the slave trade order, thereby obtaining a large amount of trade profits to rapidly expand and develop the industrial construction of the Earldom of Castria and Dorne.

Currently, the calamity beast horde under his control has expanded rapidly, with the centaur herd growing to six hundred after a series of battles and expansions.