Blood Emperor Throne

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"Ee-hmm?~~Please?~~Please make double the amount?~Ee-ya?~~Black tea~Hmm-ha?~~"

"Hmm? Okay?"

With a gentle response, the beautiful maid behind the white gauze curtain gently lifted two large, plump breasts, which were steaming with a sweet, milky aroma, and leaned forward slightly. She held the two plump, soft breasts, which looked like they were filled with sweet, milky honey, to the cup. Her slender, smooth white fingers gently kneaded them, and her fingertips sank deep into the milk fat as if kneading a cream cake.

With the beautiful maid's gentle movements, strands of sweet, creamy white milk seeped from the tender peach-colored milk buds, like a snow-white milk bottle filled with sweet, creamy milk, adding a touch of sweet, creamy aroma to the fragrant black tea.

"Not bad." Asmodé picked up the black tea, took a sip, and found it smooth, sweet, and mellow, with a rich milky aroma mixed with the tea fragrance—a superb milk tea.

After the beautiful maid added sweet milk to the black tea, her soft, smooth, peach-colored lips parted slightly, releasing a sweet, honeyed aroma mixed with aphrodisiac white mist, revealing her tender, pink lips and soft, honeyed tongue to Asmodée.

"Hmm? Master? This... specially made drink? Hmm? It has... other uses too?

Isabella, blushing slightly, then lifted the other two white gauze curtains. Behind the curtains, which were filled with the aroma of milk, two soft, fragrant, white, gourd-shaped mounds of milk and two warm, soft, and tender breasts that could be held in one hand were revealed to Asmodée, also glistening with drops of sweet milk.

Similarly, their fragrant, soft, and smooth lips, as well as their sweet and tender cherry lips, parted slightly, exuding a sweet and honeyed aroma.

"Besides... umm... preparing milk products for their masters... can they also... ee-oh... prepare special black tea for the ladies?"

Chapter 137 Maid's Feast

Mixing drinks is one of the essential skills that maids must learn.

For maids, whether it's milk tea, black tea, green tea, juice, or flavored drinks, it's all a required course for them as maids, a skill that must be trained before becoming a maid.

As for preparing drinks that will relax and please the nobles, just like pastry, cooking, and service skills, they are also basic skills for maids.

If lunch is mainly meat, you need black tea to cut through the richness. If it's mainly bread and soup, you need milk tea as a dessert. If you have a poor appetite and are in a bad mood, you need fruit juice and flavored drinks to improve your mood.

In addition, the ratio of milk to sugar in milk tea, the tea temperature and brewing method of black tea, the flavor of fruit juice, and the preparation of flavored drinks are also things that maids need to pay attention to.

Asmodée sampled the special maid-style milk tea, finding it smooth, creamy, and delicious.

"Make me a cup of light milk tea." Asmodie raised his hand and slapped Isabella's soft, plump, white-stockinged buttocks, causing her soft, milky buttocks to tremble and leaving a slightly violent handprint on her snowy, plump, white-stockinged buttocks.

"Gurgle?~~Okay?~~Ee-hmm?~~Master~~"

"Eeeee?~~Want?~Want to be filled by Master?~~Gurgle?~~Full?~~Eee-ooh-ooh?~~~"

Under Asmodeus's ferocious and savage onslaught, Isabella's plump and soft white labia were like a soft cake filled with sweet nectar, while the man's thick and ferocious lance was like a rough stone pestle. Every time this plump and soft labia brutally broke in, the two soft and plump white clams tightly wrapped around the lance, and the rough stone pestle would stir up the female nectar accumulated within, causing it to splash everywhere.

Her plump, round, gourd-shaped body, covered in white silk stockings, trembled uncontrollably under the barbaric onslaught, exuding a sweet, mature feminine fragrance. Her soft, peach-pink eyes rolled upwards, turning into pink hearts.

While described as a gentle and beautiful maid in white silk, Isabella is currently more like a mature female maid-style holster casually used by Asmodeus, the arrogant and savage male centaur. She is being used by Asmodeus as a makeshift gun rack.

Her plump, white-silk-clad, soft buttocks trembled wildly as they were struck, like ripe peaches in milk. Each time her strong, firm waist struck, her soft, ripe buttocks would collapse. Each time she pressed and crushed those two soft, ripe buttocks, creating soft, ripe ripples like cream, this mature maid would not only let out increasingly loud, mature moans, but also have sticky nectar splashing from between her smooth, warm buttocks.

"Goo-hoo?~~Ee-hmm?~~Please~please help me?~Hmm?~Make me a cup of~light milk tea?~~"

Driven by Asmody's onslaught, Isabella's body, covered in sweet, mature white silk stockings, trembled uncontrollably as she was repeatedly struck. Her long, slender legs, clad in white silk stockings and wearing crystal high heels, trembled even more. Her two soft, creamy breasts swayed back and forth, spilling drops of sweet milk into the cup of black tea she was holding.

It must be said that, although Isabella was a latecomer to maid service, her professionalism as Asmodeus's personal maid was exceptional.

Despite Asmody's forceful thrusting of her two high, white-stockinged buttocks, causing them to jiggle and her plump breasts to sway back and forth, this cup of black tea was placed at the second beverage window without spilling a single drop.

"Hmm? Okay? Please wait a moment?"

The second drink window features a beautiful maid in white silk stockings. Her two mounds of snow-white, peach-like, soft and smooth milk are not as plump as the two mounds of rich, ripe milk filled with cream and marshmallows at the first window, but they can still be described as fragrant, ripe milk that cannot be held in one hand.

When the black tea was presented, the beautiful maid then held up two soft, creamy mounds of milk tea, gently lifting the white veil to reveal the sweet, tender milk buds, before softly kneading and squeezing them.

Strands of sweet and creamy milk are squeezed out and dripped into the black tea cup, adding a touch of sweet milky aroma to the light black tea.

Asmodé picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found it sweet and smooth, lacking some of the mellowness but possessing a smoothness that was still excellent.

"Then, let's try the third one."

Asmodée increased the frequency of his attacks, the burly, savage beast repeatedly stretching Isabella's plump, ripe vulva open like a storm, his waist pounding against her two white-silk-clad buttocks like a pile driver, causing them to tremble and splatter like semi-solidified cream balls.

"Ee-ooh?~~Lost?~~Ee-ee-ee?~~Lost?~~"

"Isabella?~~To be... by her master... right in front of the dairy shop window?~~Eee ...

This ferocious offensive lasted for less than a few rounds before Isabella raised her slender neck high, her sweet tongue half-protruding, and her two mounds of white silk-clad, mature buttocks, which were constantly being pounded and trembling, shed molten flesh, while her swaying, milky breasts spilled sweet, ripe milk.

Isabella, this useless white-stockinged maid, couldn't even last the time it took to make three times the amount of milk tea before Asmodie's ferocious assault caused her to ejaculate from both ends.

"I'm sorry, Master. Mmm~" Isabella's soft hands gripped the window, her plump, white-stockinged buttocks trembling slightly, each tremor releasing sweet, ripe nectar. Her autumn eyes, brimming with the blush of ripe peaches, looked back at Asmodie with shyness.

“Since you’ve made a mistake, then…” Asmodeus’s lips curled slightly as he fastened a platinum chain to the white lace choker around the maid’s neck. The maid’s autumn eyes, now shaped like ripe peach hearts, were covered with a white lace blindfold, making her look like a newly acquired white silk maid dog.

"What kind of punishment do you think would be appropriate?"

With a gentle pull of the platinum chain in his hand, Isabella, amidst soft moans, let her plump, white-stockinged legs bend down, pressing her trembling, moist, white-stockinged buttocks, already soaked in vaginal fluid and glistening sweat, against her high-heeled feet, which exuded a mature, feminine fragrance, completely enveloping her soft, plump buttocks in crystal sky-high heels.

After Isabella transformed into a docile white-silk maid-like beauty, the ferocious and savage beast, glistening with drops of sweet, ripe nectar and thick, white semen, pressed against her fragrant, soft lips, which were exuding aphrodisiac sweetness.

"Hmm?~~I'm sorry~Master~Isabella?~~Should I apologize properly~~"

Isabella, feeling a blush of embarrassment, raised her delicate hand, clad in a white lace glove, and gently grasped the ferocious beast's head. She then lightly touched its head with her sweet tongue before parting her soft, fragrant lips and slowly lowering her beautiful head.

After serving and apologizing to this savage beast little by little with her fragrant tongue and sweet lips, Isabella, without Asmodie's command, very obediently took her two soft, smooth, and greasy breasts, already soaked in sweet milk, and tremblingly wrapped them around the savage and fierce centaur lance.

The ferocious beast easily forced its way through the two mounds of milk, already soaked in creamy, smooth flesh, like soft, creamy cakes, and passed straight through the rich, milky cleavage, only to be captured by Isabella's soft, sweet lips and tongue.

It is evident that Isabella's gentle and beautiful white silk stockings make her perfectly suited to be either a graceful and elegant personal maid or a docile and beautiful white silk stockings maid dog.

However, without Isabella's help, when Asmodeus herself handed the cup of fragrant and mellow black tea to the soft, snow-white breasts at the third window, the shy girl clearly didn't know how to prepare it.

"Please...please...guests, make your own choice...um...?"

Without Isabella, the mature and beautiful maid, to mix and match drinks in Asmodeus's exclusive beverage cabinet, Asmodeus now has to make the selections himself.

The soft, tender, milky breasts of this young girl required each of her soft, smooth hands to hold them, like moist, fragrant peaches. But in front of Asmodie's large hand holding the sword, he could easily encircle them with one hand. The soft, smooth, and bouncy texture was something he thoroughly enjoyed.

He held the platinum chain in one hand and scooped up the maid's soft, snow-white breasts with the other, offering them to the teacup and gently squeezing them.

"Ee-hmm?~~ Ugh?~~"

As the girl's soft, shy moans filled the air, drops of sweet, fragrant milk seeped into the warm, smooth teacup.

Asmodé picked up the teacup, took a sip, and although it was fragrant and sweet, and could be considered a fine tea, it was still slightly inferior in taste to Isabella's.

From now on, let Isabella make him more of these kinds of milk tea drinks. However, he doesn't have to always get milk from the maids. The beautiful countess Osalia, the charming and mature knights like Dolores and Cassandra, the widow with plump breasts and a ripe bottom in white stockings like Alice, and the mature and beautiful head maids Isabella and Lorraine are all very suitable sources of milk.

But for now...

After finishing his tea and taking a short rest, Asmodie drove his savage and fierce beast to press against the exposed, ripe, soft, and sweet cherry lips at each of the three beverage counters. Isabella, with her white silk hand, held him as the three maids, who served as beverage counters, cleaned his lips.

Tender, soft, smooth, gentle, and sticky.

Fragrant, soft, smooth and rich

Sweet, tender, soft, smooth and tender.

Three distinct forms of enjoyment and service were provided to him by three maids of different ages and backgrounds: Mei, Mei, and a young girl.

This gentle beverage cabinet will proactively offer up two plump, ripe breasts, as soft and moist as cotton candy, to envelop his proud and ferocious beast, and then gently part his soft, ripe lips to entwine and cleanse it with his honeyed tongue.

The elegant American-style beverage counter would gently lift this large, savage, and ferocious beast with white silk hands adorned with long white lace gloves, cupping the fragrant, ripe honey milk into it like a milking orifice, and then cleaning the protruding, hideous beast head with its honeyed tongue.

The pure and lovely girl in white silk, with a touch of shyness, used her two soft, smooth white silk hands to hold it as if savoring ice cream. She shyly extended her soft, delicate tongue to clean it little by little, then gently parted her fragrant cherry lips, trying to swallow as much as possible.

After you finish your black tea, there's even a personal cleaning service; this beverage cabinet is truly exceptional.

After enjoying the exclusive beverage cabinet and having the maids serve special drinks to the ladies who had been waiting in the ladies' area for a long time, Asmodie, holding the platinum chain in his hand, led his personal maid Isabella around the maid's area of ​​the banquet as if taking a white silk-clad dog for a walk, and began to enjoy the exclusive service of the maids in the maid's area one by one.

Among the three types of maids, the pure and lovely maid girls in white silk do not need to perform the function of maintaining the banquet. Their role is to serve Asmodie during the banquet.

Now, after enjoying the pure, lovely, slender, and delicate maid girls with their white silk stockings and tender flesh, and after tasting the exclusive beverage cabinet, what remains are the white silk-stockinged beauties who maintain the operation of the banquet and have been exuding a sweet and mature feminine fragrance around him from the very beginning, as well as the last batch of maids in the maid category, those mature, beautiful, and gentle maids.

These gentle, mature, and beautiful maids, with their plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, mostly joined the castle's maid ranks with their pure and lovely daughters, serving together as mother and daughter. Or they were gentle, mature, and beautiful widows whose husbands were incompetent and cowardly.

As gentle, mature, and beautiful maids with gourd-shaped breasts and soft, plump buttocks, each of them is a stunner with plump, soft, and creamy breasts and plump, soft, and creamy buttocks in white stockings.

The reason they are listed separately is that this group of maids were specially assigned by Defiance as Asmodeus's personal maids, and within the castle, they were only responsible for maintaining Asmodeus's daily life.

Similarly, their gourd-shaped, ripe, fragrant flesh, so tender it exudes nectar with the slightest touch, is the most ripe and best able to withstand Asmodie's ferocious, beast-like onslaught. (The remaining text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

Every morning, they would select six beautiful maids to go to Asmodie's room and offer them a wake-up service.

The savage beasts of the morning need their soft, plump lips and fragrant lips to extinguish the morning heat. They also need to lift their white gauze aprons, which barely serve as a curtain of honey, to reveal their soft, plump vulvas dripping with nectar, and to press their soft, white silk stockings against Asmodie's hard and firm waist to vent their desires.

After waking them up, they also need to offer breakfast in the morning.

These beautiful servants, with their plump breasts and ripe buttocks, were all dressed in high-cut, shiny, sheer white pantyhose that were convenient for Asmodian to use for sexual intercourse at any time. Their two mounds of soft, ripe, and plump breasts, which smelled like milk and could be drunk from immediately, were only covered by hollowed-out white gauze aprons, or simply by thin white gauze.

During breakfast, whenever Asmodai needed it, they would gently pull out two soft, white, plump breasts from behind their white gauze aprons and offer them to Asmodai with soft, fragrant milk, or they would hold two soft, ripe milk cakes and kneel under the table while he ate breakfast, holding up the milk cakes in pairs and wrapping them around his erect manhood to serve him with their sweet tongues.

After Asmodie finished breakfast, the ferocious and savage beast was far from backing down.

Therefore, these beautiful maids would all gently lean against the French windows, uniformly raising their fragrant, soft, white-stockinged, milk-cake-like buttocks. Those mounds of soft, plump, creamy buttocks, exuding a sweet, ripe honey aroma, were either covered in sheer, white pantyhose or high-cut styles that trembled and emanated a mature, honey-like fragrance.

As for their plump, creamy vulvas and tender, juicy clitoris, hidden beneath white stockings, they maintain a state of overflowing nectar from the very beginning of their morning service, awaiting Asmodie's ever-present insemination and penetration?

After the morning service, the six chosen maids, even though their plump and tender flesh had been stuffed into cream puffs, would still serve Asmodeus as his personal maids for the rest of the day, no matter where he went in the castle.

Whenever Asmodeus needed them, they would kneel before him in an extremely seductive duck-sitting position, using their white-silk-clad hands to part their ever-filled, plump white-silk-clad vulvas, offering their fragrant lips and sweet tongues in service.

Still leaning against the wall, their ripe, fragrant buttocks, clad in white silk, exposed their soft, moist buds, hidden between their two mounds of flesh, to the ferocious beast, allowing it to fertilize and fill them.

The fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk milk cake, catering to Asmodie's preferences, is adorned with pairs of elegant, pure white, delicate-strapped, open-toe crystal stiletto sandals, or hazy, semi-transparent pointed-toe low-cut pure white crystal stilettos, or graceful and gentle pointed-toe blue patent leather stilettos, fulfilling their function as foot acupoints for juicing.

As soon as Asmodel left the beverage area, two gentle and beautiful maids with long, wavy, golden hair and white silk stockings came into his view.

Their plump, ripe buttocks, with fleshy, gourd-shaped bodies as soft and sweet as honeyed cakes, were only covered by extremely seductive and revealing sheer white pantyhose. Their white silk hands were wiping the table with a clean white silk towel.

The two gentle and beautiful blonde maids seemed unaware of Asmodie's approach, still bending their plump waists covered in glossy white bodysuits, their soft, plump legs hooked around the white spaghetti strap crystal high heels, slightly straightening, making their two mounds of white silk breasts exuding a sweet and honey-like fragrance stand high, actively posing in an extremely seductive rear position.

Two plump, soft, white silk breasts, as they slumped down their slender waists, drooped onto the table like creamy melons falling to the ground, stretching the lace aprons in front of them so much that the straps almost broke, and large swaths of snowy, soft breast flesh spilled out from the sides of the white gauze aprons.

The slick, luscious vulva, already soaked in the sweet, ripe nectar of a mature woman, was completely exposed to the savage male in a vacuum-like state, dripping with sweet, ripe nectar, along with its soft, smooth, white, honey-like stamens.

Despite their revealing white silk aprons, these two white-silk maids would often bend over and raise their plump, soft, and sweet-smelling buttocks high when Asmodie approached, letting their two large, fragrant, and plump white breasts tremble and sway in the white silk.

Asmody's large hands grasped and kneaded the two beautiful maids' soft, white silk-stockinged mounds, his fingertips sinking deep into their smooth, plump, white silk-stockinged buttocks. Amid the maids' slightly shy gasps, he thrust his thick, dirty, savage beast, forcibly encased in sheer, glossy white silk pantyhose, spreading open their two soft, plump, milk-cake-like vulvas, and penetrating them all the way in!

"Eee-oh-oh-oh?~~ Suddenly~ came in?~~ Eee-hmm-hmm?~~ Filled up by~~ a man other than her husband?~~ Eee-oh-oh~"

"Gurgle?~~ If you rub~ rub the breasts?~~ Ooh ooh?~ The milk will~ will?~~~"

"The dining table... Hmm? Just now you cleaned it? Ee-ee-ee? If you invade that area... Gurgle... Hmm ...

The plump, soft, creamy buttocks, exuding the sweet aroma of mature femininity, swayed as Asmodie's firm, solid waist slammed down like a pile driver, creating waves of soft, creamy flesh.

The tender, plump white silk abalone, after being violated by this ferocious beast, was splattered with nectar, and its soft, peach-pink eyes were completely rolled upwards, completely violated into Asmodie's exclusive shape.

Two plump breasts, made of soft, rich, creamy milk, were wrapped in a hazy white gauze apron. As gravity pulled them down, Asmodie's large hands grasped them one by one from behind, extracting the sweet, rich milk, which was then poured onto the table in front of her, which the maid had just finished cleaning.

These two plump, curvaceous maids in white stockings were like maids who had been kidnapped by a savage beastman. Asmodie's tall and strong body pressed them against the dining table, holding their plump, soft, and fleshy buttocks, driving the ferocious beast to take turns using their ripe, plump, and ready-to-be-implanted vaginas.

At this moment, Asmodie was just like a woman strolling with her white-stockinged dog at a banquet, enjoying two soft and fragrant white silk milk cakes. Her hard and solid waist was like a storm of pile driving, using the soft white silk of the two beautiful servants as a cushion for penetration, violating them until they were molting.

"Gurgle, oh oh? ~~I'm going to be filled up? ~~Ee-hmm? ~~I'm going to throw it away? ~~Throw it away~~Ugh, oh oh? ~~"

"Eek? ~~By a man other than her husband? ~~Gurgle? ~~Filled up? ~~Eek~Are you about to be violated until you lose it? ~~"

As Asmodeus led Isabella away, the two gentle, mature, blonde maids with plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, who had been born naturally, were already like used white-stockinged mature female toys by Asmodeus. Their hearts were filled with infatuation, and they remained in the rear position at the dining table, having been violated and used by him in turn.

"Gulp? ~~Eek?~"

"Hmm?~~"

Two plump, white breasts, wrapped under a white gauze apron, were pulled out one by one during Asmodie's invasion. Now, they were extremely slippery and moistened by sweet, ripe milk, and softly rolled onto the dining table to become sweet and fragrant milk cakes to be enjoyed at will.

Their plump, white-stockinged buttocks, already soaked in a torrent of thick, hot semen and rich, sweet nectar, were now soft and moist. The tender, plump vulva and soft, sweet clitoris, wrapped in sheer white pantyhose, had been completely filled into puffs, unable to close properly, and dripping with semen and thick white semen.

A pair of plump, soft, white-stockinged legs, once languidly elegant in crystal-strapped high-heeled sandals, now dangled softly under the table. These two fragrant, smooth, white-stockinged feet, after being used by Asmody, were now soaked in a thick, white fluid. Even the cool, elegant crystal high-heeled sandals hadn't escaped being soaked in the sticky, white nectar, now scattered in the nectar beneath the table.

After enjoying the pair of plump, fleshy maids, Asmodie's next target was a beautiful maid with elegant and gentle features, a soft, honey-colored bottom, and white silk stockings.

The beautiful maid, whose body was covered only by an extremely seductive and revealing white gauze curtain, was slightly raising her crystal-tipped ankle-strap maid high heels, her plump and soft white silk legs slightly together, as she cleaned the dust from the edge of the door.

"Eeya?~~Master?~~Please~please don't do it now?~~Eeohoh?~~"

Accompanied by another soft, high-pitched cry of spring, this beautiful and graceful woman in white silk was pulled up from behind by Asmodie, her plump, soft breasts wrapped in high-slit white silk stockings were arranged in an extremely seductive pose, like a train bento box.

Those two mounds, like snow-white honey cakes filled with sweet cream, were pressed into soft, moist marks by the high-cut white stockings. As the man behind her thrust his hips hard, they created waves of creamy, soft, and sticky buttocks.

"Goo-ooh?~~ It's going to break?~~ Eee-ee~ If my clitoris is violated?~~ What will it become?~~ Eee-ooh?~~"

This beautiful and delicate maid in white silk was roughly grasped by Asmodie, who used his monstrous beast to squeeze open her two soft, juicy breasts again and again, stretching open her ripe, soft buds.

His tall, strong body, in front of the maid's soft, ripe body, was like using a maid's holster, extremely rough, slamming against her plump, ripe buttocks covered in high-cut, sheer, glossy white stockings, causing her creamy, soft buttocks to ripple like honey cakes. Her white silk legs, clad in pure white, transparent crystal high heels, swayed in mid-air with waves of seductive curves as he attacked her with his brutal and savage assault.

"Now?~ If you violate it now?~~ Guhhhhh?~ It's broken?~~ Eeeee~ Completely?~ molded into the master's shape?~~"

"Gurgle...hmm?~~Please?~Please wait a moment?~~I'm...~Eee-ya?~I'm preparing food?~~Gurgle...ooh...ooh...~~"