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In this dance floor, Dolores exudes a humiliated yet intoxicatingly mature feminine charm, while Alice embodies a seductive and submissive shyness.
They yielded to their submissive instincts and ripening spring passions, which had long been conquered by Asmodie. Their beautiful hands, adorned with long gloves made of gold and black silk and long gloves with bright purple rings, lifted the hazy and alluring gold and purple silk veils, exposing their smoky red lips, which exuded a mature and sweet fragrance, and their soft and moist peach-pink lips, which were soft and sweet.
"What a nice bargaining chip!" Looking at the knight and the gentle widow who had been conquered by Asmodie and turned into docile female slaves, Duchess Zhu Run's red lips curled into a lazy and charming smile, and her beautiful feet in black stockings with black and red crystal high heels came down.
Her beautiful hands, clad in long black lace gloves, parted the straps of her slender dress, letting the light ribbons slip down, revealing her two plump, white breasts, no less voluptuous than Alice's, adorned with two pink and fragrant peach-shaped nipples, trembling and exposed to Asmodian's gaze.
"So, what are you planning to do next, you savage and ferocious wolfhound, to violate me, the wife of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux?"
With a languid, seductive smile, the Duchess gently lifted Asmodeus's chin, watching as the man's smooth, large hands slid down her delicate, fragrant shoulders, eventually reaching her two plump, ripe breasts, glistening with sweet, glistening sweat and stained with a rich, oily sheen. He began the first step in coercing and violating this alluring Duchess.
"Hmm? ~~Oh my god? ~What a greedy big wolfhound?~"
Chapter 90 The Alluring Rose, the Enchanting Beauty (3k words, first update today)
Inside the banquet hall on the first floor, melodious piano music mingled with the light, graceful sound of high heels hitting the floor, blending into light and elegant dance steps, adding a touch of intoxicating charm to the dance floor at the banquet.
The banquet was attended not only by Asmodée and the Duchess, but also by members of the Platinum Rose Knights and the Purple Nightingale Knights. (The remaining text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the main topic.)
With each step taken by the noble and charming ladies, their alluring silk heels fell, causing their luxurious and cool silk gowns to sway. The maids' revealing lace aprons fluttered as their soft, fragrant silk heels fell, creating a scene of erotic and ambiguous romance.
During this banquet, the princess knights do not need to perform any defense duties. The defense of this lord's castle, which has already drawn back the curtain of the Enchanting Banquet, will be entirely handed over to the army outside the castle's high walls for the next three days.
In the entire lord's castle, only Asmodeus remained as the sole male; all other male creatures had been cleared out of the castle beforehand.
Therefore, the Purple Nightingale Knights, who were wearing fitted plate armor, changed into elegant white princess knight attire, while some of the Purple Nightingale Knights responsible for maintaining order at the banquet. The attire was adorned with light purple lace patterns, and their long, shapely, alluring legs moved through the banquet in elegant and dignified white and purple lace-trimmed boots.
As Asmodeus's personal knight, she was obliged to serve him at all times. She changed into extremely revealing high-heeled silver boots and silver lace gauntlets that were convenient for Asmodeus to use at any time, paired with sexy, oily pantyhose that shimmered with a mature and alluring sheen.
As for the sixty-six noble and beautiful princess knights of the Platinum Rose Princess Knight Order who were guests, in addition to serving as the personal guards of Duchess Orisa, they were also Yumei, whom the Duchess had personally trained.
These Platinum Rose Princess Knights, who began training from childhood, were rigorously selected and nurtured in terms of physique, personality, and appearance. Those who remained were all proud and beautiful princess knights, with plump and proud figures comparable to a ripe and juicy gourd.
Having grown up alongside Duchess Orisa, every Platinum Rose Knight is a mature and alluring princess knight with soft, plump breasts like ripe peaches and a naturally soft and voluptuous figure. Moreover, each of them is a virgin who has never been touched even a little bit by any male.
The White Rose Knights, trained from childhood, would unconditionally obey all the Duchess's orders, even if it meant being ordered to wear extremely seductive and revealing glossy bodysuits and elegant high-heeled boots, swaying their plump peaches as they knelt before the person they hated most, displaying their seductive and alluring mature heads.
Even if you were to part their plump, soft vulvas, already oozing sticky honey-like fluid and exuding a sweet, mature fragrance, hidden beneath their glossy pantyhose, and have them respond with fervent moans to the knights' invasion and possession of these proud, alluring beauties, they would do so unconditionally.
At this alluring banquet, they did not change into the form-fitting knightly attire of the Purple Nightingale Knights, nor into form-fitting plate armor, nor into the extremely seductive and revealing glossy pantyhose paired with gauntlets and high-heeled boots of Asmodian's personal guard knights.
In reality, the elegant princess knights, who are proud and mature, with their plump and juicy breasts and soft, smooth, nectarine-like figures, wear even more provocative and revealing princess knight banquet attire.
Their alluring, mature flesh, combined with the taut pride of a knight, was all clad in glossy, voluptuous pantyhose at this seductive banquet. Unlike the Purple Nightingale knights, their long, elegant hands were not adorned with lace silver gauntlets, but rather with shoulder-length, bright silver and white gold rose gauntlets and shoulder armor made of lace and chainmail.
However, between these elegant and fitted shoulder and gauntlets, their two plump, soft, and juicy breasts were almost entirely covered by glossy, sheer pantyhose, with only a few glamorous black roses embroidered on their soft, sweet peach pastries to slightly conceal them.
The plump, greasy, oily stockings that resembled creamy steamed buns, plump peaches, or even oily meat butterflies were covered only by a nearly transparent, bright purple honey curtain adorned with platinum roses, which draped gracefully to conceal the soft, plump, ripe vulva exuding the sweet fragrance of ripe honey beneath the oily stockings and the soft, sweet stamens hidden beneath the two plump, oily buttocks.
The most alluring and mature feature was their pair of long, firm, plump, and voluptuous legs in oil-silk stockings, which combined the tight and graceful curves of a knight. Their voluptuous, plump, and alluring legs were covered not only in the seductive and shiny pantyhose, but also in another layer of seductive and alluring lace-trimmed suspender stockings, which accentuated the fleshy marks on their already soft and plump thighs.
Meanwhile, the beautiful feet of the knight-errant, clad in long, oily stockings and glossy pantyhose, were not wearing elegant over-the-knee boots, but rather over-the-knee, open-toe, crystal high-heeled sandals reminiscent of a dancer, exposing their plump, shapely calves and their soft, alluring feet.
At this moment, the Platinum Rose Princess Knights were less a noble and elegant princess knight order and more a seductive prostitute princess knight order about to welcome their patrons.
Of course, since the beginning of training this group of Platinum Rose Knights, Orisa has never issued such a boring order to the Platinum Rose Knights to be given away for others to play with. To date, no one in the entire Platinum Rose Knights has ever touched it.
After all, there hasn't been a male who has caught her eye yet, as for her duke husband?
If it weren't for the marriage alliance between their families, this man wouldn't even have been able to touch the hem of her skirt.
On the day of their engagement, when this man, with a greedy and fiery look on his face, arrogantly placed his emerald green crystal platform heels over her silk dress, she lost the last shred of interest in her duke husband.
Their wedding night was anything but a wedding night. She looked down on the incompetent, irritable, and gruff man. On their wedding night, her duke husband didn't even step into her bridal chamber before being "politely" asked to leave her family's castle by the maid.
In other words, this alluring and mature duchess, though somewhat promiscuous, is still a virgin and has only ever been interested in one male, Asmodée.
However, after stepping into this three-day alluring banquet, this seductive and wanton duchess was about to willingly offer her mature, gourd-shaped, alluring flesh to this arrogant and savage wolfhound in this transaction with Asmody, allowing him to freely violate and ravage her.
"Goo-hoo?~~ You savage big wolfhound?~ Ugh-hoo-hoo??~ How exactly are you planning to violate me?~ Goo-hoo-hoo?~ Where is this seductive duchess?"
"Oh my god? Such rude words? Ugh? It's... a direct violation of me, the Duchess? Oh my god?!"
The seductive, alluring moans of spring kept drifting from the second-floor rest room.
The second-floor rest area, partially concealed by a transparent, hazy silk curtain and with a floor that resembled transparent glass, offered no real concealment whatsoever. The seductive, mature cries of spring drifted almost unhindered into the banquet hall on the first floor, causing the maids and Purple Nightingale knights, already corrupted by the alluring and mature spring charm of the seductive banquet, to blush with intoxication.
Just as the maid and the knight were enduring the tingling, soft, and seductive spring breeze, their thighs clad in soft, tight stockings trying to resist the tingling, numbing, and alluring spring breeze, a pair of thin-strapped, black lace panties, stained with drops of glistening, sticky nectar, slowly drifted from the second-floor rest room railing into the banquet hall on the first floor.
This alluring and seductive black lace panty with thin straps was barely held up by two extremely delicate lace straps. The small, triangular black lace opening was adorned with openwork black and purple roses, which were now glistening with sticky, ripe nectar.
The maids and knights all looked up with their alluring, peach-heart-shaped eyes, which were filled with a seductive charm. A wildly provocative and unrestrained spring scene fell into their pale purple eyes, which were overflowing with peach hearts.
The charming, elegant, and mature duchess with her voluptuous figure was now being pressed against the transparent glass railing of the second-floor lounge by the man's tall, strong, and perfectly sculpted body.
The Duchess's already alluring and revealing silk evening gown was now draped softly over the railing. Her two soft, plump breasts, as if filled with sweet, ripe milk and exuding a sweet, ripe milky aroma, trembled like two mounds of creamy milk cakes pressed into soft, sweet cakes on the transparent glass railing, and the peach shortbread was constantly being crushed.
In this seductive pose, the Duchess's large, black-stockinged breasts, exuding a sensual, honey-scented warmth, and resembling two fermented, ripe peaches glistening with a lustrous sheen, were even more alluring, poised to be violated by a man.
Those legs, encased in glossy, dark black stockings and alluring, lace-trimmed, long, fleshy stockings, exuding a mature, smooth, and seductive charm, were forced to stand upright in this provocative and violated posture, their legs pressed together and taut in those alluring and exquisite black and red-soled, thin-strapped, pointed-toe stiletto heels.
The already fleshy, moist, and soft thighs, wrapped in oily black stockings, were forced together to form an extremely seductive, soft, and oily vulva, glistening with the scent of ripe honey. Drops of the sweet, nectar-like fluid from the ripe woman's body moistened the already glossy black stockings.
From the perspective of the first floor, the maids and knights passing by, with their hearts overflowing with seductive eyes, could clearly see how Asmodie's firm and upright waist was slamming the Duchess's plump, soft, and fragrant black silk stockings against the ground, causing her soft, creamy black silk buttocks to tremble uncontrollably.
That thick, ferocious lance, as arrogant and fiery as a male centaur, dripping with the sticky nectar of a ripe woman, pressed against the Duchess's plump, fleshy vulva, forcing open her fleshy, soft, glossy black silk thighs, and in front of the passing maids, knights, and the Duchess's Platinum Rose Knights, violated this charming and alluring Duchess of Bordeaux from behind.
Chapter 91 The Lady's Black Stockings and Garter Stockings (5.5k, Second Update)
The thin black lace spaghetti straps that floated down from the second floor, the barely palm-width openwork lace adorned with purple roses, and the delicate ribbons that would slip off with the slightest touch—all were extremely alluring and seductive styles.
If a gentle, white-stockinged widow like Alice were to wear such alluring lace panties, she would surely feel ashamed. Even Dolores, the proud and charming knight, rarely wears such a seductive style, even in her private moments when she prefers cool and close-fitting clothing.
After all, if they were to wear such revealing and alluring thin-strapped lace panties, their plump, mature, and naturally round buttocks would inevitably cause the extremely cool lace to be deeply embedded in their soft, tender, and plump vulvas.
Judging from the lingering, honeyed scent of ripe, purple roses and the sticky, glistening nectar that clearly indicated arousal, this delicate, openwork lace adorned with black and purple roses was undoubtedly the lace suspender panties worn by the alluring duchess, nestled deep between her two plump, ripe peach-shaped mounds within her glossy black stockings.
It's not hard to imagine that beneath the alluring and noble exterior of this duchess, she was only wearing this kind of seductive and mature halter-neck lace dress. The thin, palm-sized purple rose lace, with each sway and tremble of her two soft, creamy, and plump breasts, would deeply embed itself between her two nectarine-like vulvas.
As for the Duchess's soft, smooth, and delicate peach-like nipples, they were completely exposed beneath that bodycon silk skirt.
This style, with its delicate ribbon holding up a thin, triangular lace, is designed so that, without the wearer speaking, someone can slip their hand inside the pantyhose and easily untie the lace straps, leaving these alluring and mature ladies in a vacuum state, allowing them to be violated and enjoyed at will through the glossy, seductive pantyhose.
"Eek! You big wolfhound?!"
"How dare you?! You dare to publicly violate me, the wife of the Duke of Bordeaux?!"
"Eek? How dare you use that filthy, coarse thing? To forcibly defile and defile my body?!"
Her seductive, wanton moans, mingled with the sweet, aphrodisiac scent of a woman, emanated from the Duchess's soft, honeyed lips, adorned with a smoky purple lip gloss. Her alluring, noble eyes were also overflowing with hearts, and her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with seductive and wanton charm.
At this moment, the charming and alluring duchess, who seemed to be in the midst of negotiations, was suddenly attacked by the man behind her. He threatened her with conditions and benefits, forcing this noble and mature lady to endure the humiliation and submit, allowing this man other than her husband to forcibly violate and defile her, the duchess, in front of a host of guests and maids at the banquet.
This alluring and mature duchess, for the sake of the interests of the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, had no choice but to submit to the man behind her in humiliation, allowing his thick and ferocious centaur lance—enough to make any woman submit on the spot—to forcefully and violently penetrate her fleshy, smooth, and shiny black stockings from behind.
Her husband's thick, muscular penis, besides his own, was pressed against her already overflowing, moist, and supple vulva, which resembled a ripe, soft, and juicy peach, during this seductive banquet. He indulged in the service of her ripe, soft, and juicy legs, as well as the charming allure of this duchess.
However, Orissa's noble and alluring face, full of seductive charm, her heart-shaped eyes, her soft, ripe lips overflowing with aphrodisiac fragrance, and her plump, ripe, and warm black stockings, all raised high, showed that this charming and noble duchess was very fond of the arrogant and savage wolfhound behind her.
Compared to her volatile, irritable, rough, and arrogant duke husband, Asmodeus was heroic and aloof, calm and composed. Even his perfectly sculpted figure, like a marble sculpture, and his muscular physique, brimming with masculine hormones and virile charm, were far superior to that of her rude and barbaric duke husband.
And that thick, ferocious lance, only separated by those thin, oily black stockings, pressed against her soft, plump vulva with a slight invasion, causing her alluring flesh to overflow with sweet, fragrant nectar, and her ripe lips to constantly exude wisps of aphrodisiac, sweet white mist.
Although this alluring and mature duchess was still a virgin and had never taken a fancy to any male, she was well aware of how much more substantial and impressive Asmodie's assets were compared to her rough and savage husband.
From the daily conversations and whispers of her husband and his mistresses, she knew very well that her husband, who had never touched her, was very well-endowed and often had sex with several women every night, ravaging those seductive and charming mistresses until their juices flowed freely and their alluring eyes rolled upwards.
However, even her rugged and arrogant duke husband was far inferior to Asmodeus. If all of her husband's mistresses were handed over to Asmodeus to ravage and violate, her duke husband would probably be abandoned by them in the blink of an eye, and they would all become Asmodeus's female slaves, swaying their fleshy, plump, and luscious hair with infatuated expressions.
And if this duchess, with her plump breasts and ripe buttocks, were to have her juicy, soft vulva forcibly violated and possessed by this thick, ferocious lance, her alluring and noble charm would surely be transformed by this beast into a seductive and alluring woman.
Or rather, even without this beast intruding, her ripe, nectar-like vulva, encased in glossy, black stockings, was already soaked with nectar by the beast, which, through the stockings, caused her to glisten with nectar. Her plump, nectar-covered lips, now slick and oily, kissed the beast's ferocious body.
During these three days of seductive banquets, she, the Duchess of Bordeaux, will likely be completely violated by this ferocious and savage female lancer, reduced to the form of a wild beast, and from now on, reduced to a seductive female slave who will only become alluring once she leaves this man's side?
And during the next three days of seductive banquets, it's likely that not only her plump, juicy vulva will be violated, but also her noble, soft, smoky purple lips and moist, tender clitoris will probably not be spared by this man, completely violated and turned into his exclusive female slave to be enjoyed at will.
"The lady is quite the seductive beauty; she can even be violated in front of so many people."
Asmodeus pressed against the Duchess's smooth, plump, white back from behind, his large hand naturally encircling her voluptuous, mature waist, exuding both alluring sensuality and the soft, supple curves of a noblewoman.
Using this as a fulcrum, he thrust his strong and sturdy waist like a rampaging, savage centaur lancer, causing the noble and charming duchess in front of him to tremble uncontrollably with her two ripe and fragrant breasts, which, like white jade hanging from bells, were filled with milky nectar and pressed and squeezed against the glass railing.
Those plump, juicy black silks were being pressed against him like a fermented, simmered cream cake on a marble slab, causing his plump, juicy black silk buttocks to tremble wildly. The two mounds of plump, juicy black silk, exuding the fragrance of ripe female honey, were like softened cream cakes wrapped around plump black silk, not only being shaken and trembling from his hard waist, but also being frequently crushed into plump, juicy black silk cakes with the fragrance of ripe female honey.
It must be said that the charming and alluring Duchess before him was a top-tier, seductive and mature beauty among the women Asmodé had enjoyed, on par with the elegant and mature Countess Osalia. Moreover, compared to Osalia's plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, the Duchess was clearly more seductive and mature.
Her plump and supple waist, encased in glossy black stockings, exuded a mature and alluring sensuality, soft yet not at all bulky or greasy.
Those two mounds of oily black silk, exuding the sweet fragrance of ripeness, were like two plump, oily peaches infused with sweet, creamy milk. Every time he thrust his hips against them, those two mounds of oily silk would be crushed into an extremely soft, ripe honey cake on his hard waist.
What Asmodée liked most was the Duchess's fleshy, plump, and juicy legs, soft and smooth like cream and honey, with glossy black stockings and a seductive purple lace-trimmed suspender top. This combination of silky layers wrapped her soft, plump legs in a way that was extremely alluring and sensual.
The alluring, mature purple lace trim accentuated the soft, supple flesh of her legs, leaving incredibly soft, fleshy marks. The large expanse of soft, juicy flesh that spilled out was then encased in glossy black stockings, which trembled and swayed with each step, creating ripples of her glossy, mature legs.
These mature, luscious legs, clad in alluring black stockings and seductive purple lace-trimmed suspenders, strutted down the path in exquisite, vibrant black and red crystal-encrusted pointed-toe stilettos, exuding a seductive and elegant charm. The sight of them was enough to leave some lowly men breathless and utterly defeated.
"Eek? ~~ It's clearly you, you big wolfhound! ~ Oh my god! ~~ You dare to violate me, the Duchess, in public? ~~"
At this moment, the Duchess's eyes, which used to shimmer with the allure of mature spring water, turned slightly upward. The soft, smoky purple lips that once savored the aroma of pastries and tea no longer exuded a sweet fragrance or the delicate scent of tea, but rather a rich, aphrodisiac scent of mature femininity.
Even though she wasn't directly violated, the mere impact of Asmodie's perfectly sculpted, marble-like waist made her greasy black stockings tremble and her soft, fleshy buttocks ripple wildly. Her plump breasts and ripe buttocks were already fully prepared to be violated and filled by Asmodie at any moment.
Whenever that ferocious, burly beast, glistening with drops of ripe nectar, spreads her soft, supple black-stockinged thighs and presses its massive, menacing spearhead against her fleshy, plump lower abdomen, it stirs a seductive, alluring glint in her peach-blossom-like eyes.
You must know that this burly and ferocious beast had to smash open her two mounds of fragrant, oily black silk, spread her smooth, silky thighs, and then pound against her soft, plump lower abdomen wrapped in oily black silk.
If this ferocious beast were to break in, she would surely be completely filled and then become a seductive female slave, unable to ever leave this beast again, right?
“Is that so? But the lady’s alluring and passionate body is quite honest.” Asmodeus leaned close to the Duchess’s ear, which was adorned with a water-green platinum diamond pendant, his voice deep and magnetic.
"Goohoo?~~ You big wolfhound?~ What do you want to do—Goohoo?~~" The Duchess's seductive and charming moan hadn't even finished when it was turned into a seductive and wanton cry by the rough and forceful actions of the man behind her.
The man's smooth, warm hands moved down her plump, soft, black-stockinged waist, as if grasping two plump, ripe black-stockinged milk cakes, and grasped her two plump, smooth, black-stockinged buttocks that were filled with the sweet fragrance of ripe honey. His slender, hard fingertips sank softly into her plump, smooth, black-stockinged buttocks as if kneading cotton candy.
And this man, other than her husband, in front of the passing maids, noblewomen, princess knights and her platinum rose princess knights, with their alluring, seductive, and shy eyes, spread her two plump, juicy peaches apart as if splitting them open. Her two mounds, wrapped in glossy black stockings, resembled piled-up peaks of creamy honey.
Hidden beneath the soft, oily threads, the plump, nectarine-colored abalone, exuding the sweet aroma of ripe female honey and constantly oozing nectar, was like the soft, juicy flesh of a clam that had been opened, completely exposed to the savage and ferocious centaur lance.
The menacing, thick spearhead had already pressed against that soft, plump, black-stockinged vulva with extreme brutality, wrapped in black stockings that exuded a sensual, oily sheen.
"Eek? Wait... wait a minute? If I'm wearing black stockings?... it'll be—ugh!!"
Before the Duchess could utter a seductive and alluring sound from her soft, honeyed lips, Asmodie, like a wild and arrogant centaur galloping across the field, thrust his massive, monstrous centaur lance, wrapped in a layer of alluring and sophisticated black stockings, into the air.
The burly, savage centaur lance, in a ferocious manner, pried open the two plump, ripe peach-shaped labia, piercing through the virginity that represented her status, and completely violating this charming duchess, transforming her into a shape that belonged only to Asmodée.
With an extremely violent posture, his firm and upright waist slammed into those two fleshy, plump, and soft buttocks, which were like ripe peaches filled with cream, causing them to collapse and be crushed into soft, sweet cakes, just like two soft, ripe milk cakes that had fallen to the ground. The ripe, crystal-clear, sweet nectar of the female body splashed everywhere like a spring of flower nectar that had been filled to the brim.
"Eek ooh ooh ooh?~~ Gu ee ee?~~~"
The Duchess, who was forcibly taken by Asmody in a powerful and violent manner, was almost instantly transformed into a seductive female slave by the extremely intoxicating honey tide, her long and beautiful white neck held high.
The exquisite and elegant emerald green gemstone and platinum pendant that her husband had given her as a wedding gift swayed wildly around her neck, as if to proclaim that this charming and alluring duchess had become the possession of a man other than her husband.
Her alluring, mature, and noble emerald-green eyes were completely captivated by the luscious peach hearts, constantly rolling upwards. Her soft, moist lips parted absently, and her sweet, smooth tongue protruded halfway from her lips, dripping sweet saliva onto her two plump, mature breasts.
Before the Duchess could recover from the ecstasy of losing her virginity, Asmodie, holding her soft, plump, and oily black silk, began a brutal assault, like a raging centaur ravaging a seedbed. In front of her Platinum Rose Knights and a group of female slaves, maids, and noblewomen, the noble and beautiful Duchess was ravaged until she cried out in lust and splattered with nectar.
The Duchess's plump, ripe flesh, with its full breasts and round buttocks, appeared before Asmodé's strong, tall body as if it were a mature female brooding bed being ravaged by a wild, savage male centaur. Asmodé pressed her against the transparent glass railing in front of him, her heart-shaped, alluring eyes rolled back in her head, her two soft, creamy breasts swaying wildly and being ground into soft, honey-like cakes on the glass.
His firm, solid waist kept bumping against the Duchess's glossy black silk, which was as soft and plump as a ripe peach. Each time, he bumped her two plump buttocks down like soft, creamy cakes, and her nectar and honey kept splashing out, making the two plump buttocks even more slippery and soft, and glistening with a rich, oily sheen.
The Duchess's plump, fleshy legs, clad in glossy black stockings and alluring purple lace-trimmed suspender stockings, rippled with each of Asmodé's ferocious and savage thrusts.
Two fragrant, plump, and smooth mature noblewoman's black silk-stockinged feet could only be placed together on a pair of black and red-soled stilettos, trembling wildly under Asmodie's ravaging. Her soft, oily toes trembled slightly under the pointed crystal heels.
The dripping and splashing nectar stained the black crystal shoe with glistening honey stains, making the already alluring feet, covered in glossy black stockings and greasy flesh, even more fragrant and shiny.
"Gurgle, gurgle? ~~I'm going to be violated by you, you ~savage big wolfhound? ~~and become your ~only female slave?~"
"Eek? ~ Filled up again? ~ How dare you? ~ Slap this duchess's? ~ Silky buttocks? ~~~"
"Oh my god?~~ I'm going to lose you?~ Eek~~ I'm going to be publicly violated and lost by you, this big wolfhound who's not my husband?~~~ Gulp—??~~"
As Asmodie landed heavily on her waist once more, the Duchess, in front of her Platinum Rose Knights and a group of maids and noblewomen, finally let her plump, black-stockinged peach tremble uncontrollably, nectar spraying out like a spring. Her voluptuous, soft, glossy black-stockinged legs trembled and swayed, the abundant nectar making her already fleshy, silky legs even more slippery and soft.
Her long, elegant neck was raised high once more, her charming and alluring face full of seductive allure. Her seductive, languid, peach-heart-shaped eyes were completely rolled upwards, and the soft, honeyed lips no longer uttered proud and charming sweetness, but rather seductive and wanton cries of spring.
In just one peak of pleasure, this charming duchess was violated by a man other than her husband in front of a group of maids, noblewomen, and her Platinum Rose Knights, until her flower fountain sprayed, her ripe buttocks trembled wildly, and her seductive face was full of infatuation and wantonness.
Asmodé clearly had no intention of giving the Duchess any time to relax. In front of all the female slaves, maids, noblewomen, and the Duchess's personal White Rose Knights, amidst her seductive and wanton moans, he lifted one of her fleshy, plump, and soft legs, clad in glossy black stockings, and publicly positioned the noble and beautiful Duchess in an extremely seductive split.
Those fragrant, smooth, oily feet, softly entwined with exquisite, vibrant red-based black crystal-tipped anklets and sky-high heels, were held and played with by Asmodeus in an extremely blasphemous manner.
Beneath this seductive and unrestrained split, the maids, noblewomen, and knights below, with their alluring eyes gleaming with intoxicating peach blossoms, could clearly see Asmodeus's ferocious centaur lance once again pressing against the duchess's ripe, plump, and juicy vulva.
And once again, in an extremely savage and violent manner, wrapped in those glossy and smooth high-end black stockings, he spread open his two plump, ripe peach-shaped vulva and once again violated and possessed this charming duchess in public.