Blood Emperor Throne

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The raw and strange sense of fullness, along with the increasingly soft and languid spring charm, caused Katharina's noble and elegant light blue eyes to gradually shimmer with a hazy and intoxicating peach-colored spring charm.

Now she could no longer bitterly recount the story of the white-stockinged archbishop and the charming duke. She would probably have to endure Asmodeus's extremely shameful and humiliating ravaging of her private parts until evening before she could properly tell Asmodeus about the past of these two beauties.

Chapter 46 The Countess's Vibrant Purple Lace

As dusk approached, the evening glow blazed like fire.

Inside the gazebo in the castle garden, the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia sat gracefully, enjoying her afternoon tea.

Although she claimed to be calming her mind, Osalia's heart was actually somewhat unsettled.

She gazed at the fragrant black tea rippling in her cup, and at her increasingly mature and voluptuous body, her soft almond-shaped eyes filled with a dreamy shyness, and she sighed softly.

From that day... after Asmodie rescued her from the beastmen, her already plump and beautiful body became even more tender and moist, like a ripe and juicy peach.

In particular, in recent months, Asmodel, an extremely reliable man, has gradually pulled the mother and daughter and the nearly collapsing Castellania back from the brink of despair, and even enabled Castellania to take over the Earldom of Dorne, whose economy, military, and population were several times greater than Castellania's.

This elegant and mature countess, while grateful, felt increasingly... weak and sensual at Asmodeus's close, masculine, and robust body, and at his increasingly unrestrained and aggressive gaze.

Every night, as the night deepened, her moist, supple body would become increasingly soft and hot.

Especially recently, her plump and tender breasts, like ripe creamy puddings, have become even more plump and tender, sweet and fragrant. They have even started to engorge with milk. Every morning when she wakes up, her plump, white breasts, which are full of milky fragrance, will overflow with sweet and fragrant milk, wetting her silk dress.

Those plump and tender nectarines, which resembled ripe and tender nectarines, became even more plump, tender, and juicy.

It was just like two large, steamed melons filled with fragrant, ripe cream. Every time her plump, soft, and juicy feet fell, it would create waves of increasingly succulent, lewd, and erotic ripples from her snowy buttocks.

Her increasingly mature, tender, and soft white honey source would inevitably become more sticky, hot, and soft, exuding a rich, creamy nectar.

And whenever her increasingly plump and soft buttocks were violated by Asmodian's fiery and extremely invasive gaze... she would secrete shameful fluids under Asmodian's fiery and extremely blasphemous gaze, wetting her extremely revealing bright purple thin straps of openwork lace.

Despite being subjected to Asmodie's blasphemous and offensive gaze, this elegant and mature countess showed no anger whatsoever.

After all, this man not only saved the mother and daughter without complaint, but also worked tirelessly to save their territory of Castria. Now, he has helped this weak and barren county of Castria to develop and expand to the point of annexing the county of Dorne.

During this period, Asmodian also eliminated the Beastmen problem that had plagued Castella for many years. In the past few months, he has been fighting against the Beastmen almost every day, commanding the war against the Earl of Dorne, and after returning, he planned reforms for Castella and established a new and highly efficient political system.

In contrast... this countess, instead of offering any help, became one of the man's Achilles' heel that he had to protect...

Compared to Asmodel's devotion to Castella and his assistance to the mother and daughter, this usually intense and unrestrained gaze was hardly a desecration...

Therefore, under some inexplicable influence, and without knowing what thoughts were involved...

This elegant and mature countess, almost as if to make it easier for Asmodie's gaze to violate her, slowly changed her original luxurious, fitted dress with an ankle-length hem into a cool, low-cut, ankle-length openwork lace dress, and then into a backless, vacuum-sealed silk suspender dress.

Moreover, after seeing her noble and alluring knight cassadilla frequently wearing extremely revealing flesh-colored semi-transparent spaghetti strap deep V-neck silk dresses, wrapped in glossy, flesh-colored bodycon stockings, entering and leaving Asmodie's room late at night.

She even began, with a hint of shyness, to put on glossy flesh-colored pantyhose that even her deceased husband had never seen before, which accentuated her already plump and soft breasts in an extremely sensual way.

In the end, her attire in the castle and garden, where only maids and knights were present, had been changed to an extremely revealing halter-neck, openwork silk dress that barely covered her plump, soft, and shiny flesh.

Whenever she was inside the castle, arching her back and thrusting her hips, her glistening, swollen breasts, glistening with the slippery sweat of passion, and her white, tender, and juicy nipples, wrapped in glossy pantyhose, would be exposed without any concealment to Asmodie's eyes.

Every time she bent over, she could feel Asmodeus's burning gaze lingering on her plump, soft, and glistening flesh, making this woman, who should have been elegant and graceful, even more intoxicated by the shameful charm of spring, her breath coming in soft gasps and her flesh becoming tender.

Her extremely cool and alluring backless silk halter dress was made of only two thin ribbons, no wider than the palm of her hand, which barely grazed her two plump, soft breasts that exuded a rich, milky aroma.

The soft, fragrant breasts drooped with gravity, overflowing softly from both sides. The snow-white, plump breasts adorned with a beauty mark, along with the undisguised, richly scented cleavage, created waves of milky aroma in Asmodie's eyes.

Whenever she strutted around with those plump, juicy, and glistening, soft, and fragrant feet, adorned with elegant, bright purple strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals, bending down to handle official business before Asmodée.

Once these two milk-scented ribbons, stretched to their limit, break, or if she takes a larger step, her beautiful countess's plump, milky breasts will tremble and leap out from under the already extremely cool and revealing vacuum-sealed silk camisole.

The increasingly revealing dress, on the contrary, made Osalia's already ripe flesh even more hot and sticky with spring fever, and every night it would become more and more soft and unbearable.

Especially... in the past few months, her Knight Commander and her daughter, Catherine, have both been... by Asmodeus

Just as Osalia was becoming increasingly distressed by the shy springtime allure of these days, a steady footstep slowly approached from beside her.

She looked away from her teacup, and when she saw Asmodie walking towards her, straightening her slightly disheveled shirt, a hint of shy intoxication flickered in her already spring-like, gentle eyes.

“It’s Asmodeus… What brings you to the garden so late?” Osalia brushed aside the chestnut curls that had fallen across her forehead to hide her embarrassment, her gentle eyes looking tenderly at Asmodeus before her as she asked softly.

Asmodée is not here with her daughter... Why would she be here so late at night?

"I've come to see you, Countess, to discuss something with you."

Asmodeus slowly buttoned up his shirt, took out the two letters, and his dark eyes, still burning with passion, scrutinized the beautiful count before him with a hint of amusement.

The beautiful countess before me, who was originally gentle and graceful, now had a charming and mature face that exuded a captivating and alluring spring-like charm.

Moreover, her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, with their voluptuous, mature, and alluring flesh, were no longer the increasingly revealing backless halter-neck silk dresses of the past, but rather an extremely exposed, bright purple, body-hugging, hollowed-out lace dress, as transparent as a light veil.

It was a bit conservative, but in reality, it made her creamy, white, and plump breasts and her juicy, glossy, and tender breasts, which were like those from a healthy birth, appear even more mature and alluring, outlining a more mouthwatering and tender profile.

The low-cut neckline, lace cutouts, and semi-transparent, vibrant purple tulle skirt that encircles the neck, reveals the sides of the breasts, and hugs the hips exude a mature and elegant charm that captivates at first glance.

The steaming, sweet, and creamy aroma of her breasts, as rich and soft as two ripe, creamy peaches, stretched the glossy purple lace bodice, creating incredibly voluptuous and supple curves. With each breath of the beautiful countess, waves of creamy milk gently swayed up and down.

The beautiful countess's plump, soft, and juicy buttocks, like two ripe, soft, and sweet dumplings, were barely covered by a semi-transparent, openwork lace skirt that just reached her hips.

Even with just a slight lift of her hips and a slight sag of her waist, her greasy, soft, and oily flesh, exuding a rich, sensual fragrance, would tremble and snap free from the constraints of her bodycon skirt, completely exposed to the air.

In particular, this bright purple, spring-like, openwork bodycon silk skirt also features large openwork lace slits on both sides that extend all the way down to her ample breasts.

This completely exposed the soft, oily lines of her flesh, visible through the delicate, dark purple lace camisole, revealing her plump, supple waist wrapped in the glossy fabric.

The rich, cloying fragrance in the air made Anasmodeus, who had just finished eating the beautiful countess's daughter, even more aroused, and his body throbbed under her shy, lustful gaze.

"This is... a letter from Archbishop Irelia and Duchess Orisa?"

Osalia frowned slightly as she looked at the two letters Asmodie handed her.

Logically speaking, these two letters should not have reached this remote and impoverished earldom.

But what puzzled her even more was that Asmodeus could have deciphered the two letters by talking to her daughter... so why did he specifically seek her out, the now-reigning Countess, in the garden at dusk...?

Thinking of this, and combined with Asmodie's hot and dominating gaze, her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, with their ripe and alluring flesh, actually exuded a sticky and hot spring charm.

Asmodie's lingering dark eyes looked down at the elegant and mature beauty before her with a hint of amusement.

Inside the entire castle, apart from the beautiful countess and her head maid, all the other females were his slaves.

Faced with Asmody's extremely blatant gaze, Osalia merely bit her full, soft, and sweet lips slightly, shyly cupping her plump, soft, and milky-smelling breasts, and slightly parting her voluptuous, glossy, and fleshy thighs.

Asmodie's gaze fell unobstructed upon her honeyed source, barely concealed by a thin, bright purple lace halter top, which resembled a plump, soft, creamy steamed bun...

Chapter 47 Black Lace in the Envelope

“It’s not surprising that Archbishop Ellaeri and Duchess Orisa have come to this place.” Osalia, her charming face flushed with shyness, poured Asmodeus a cup of black tea with her delicate hands adorned with a bright purple lace ring glove, and said softly.

“Although Archbishop Irelia is nominally the Archbishop of Scalante, she shouldn’t be concerned with this matter,” she explained gently, her soft, light blue eyes filled with tenderness.

"However, Archbishop Ellairi is a rather unique figure within the church."

“Tell me more about it.” Asmodie took the teacup, sipped it, and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

The warm black tea has a fragrant and sweet taste, which is quite delicious, with a hint of sweet milky aroma. It's not bad at all.

As for the source of this milky aroma...

Asmodé glanced sideways at the Countess's large, white breasts, which resembled ripe, creamy cakes and exuded a rich, milky aroma. He then understood why the evening's black tea had a hint of milkiness.

Facing Asmod's passionate and alluring gaze, Osalia's soft, watery eyes welled up with a shy, dreamy look. As if unaware, she brushed a strand of hair from her forehead to hide her embarrassment and asked shyly, "Should I... add some milk?"

“No, it tastes just right.” Asmodé smiled, then asked, “So what makes this archbishop so special?”

“Well, it all started with her birth.” Osalia took a sip of black tea, calming her increasingly aroused and tingling body.

"Archbishop Alarelli was originally the daughter of a duke, but in reality, the duke's family used her as a sacrifice, preparing to offer her as a sacrifice to a six-armed serpent demon from the abyss during her ceremony."

"The sacrifice failed?" Asmodeus frowned.

If the story unfolds as expected, this sacrifice should have been stopped by the church or some other force, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why this Elarelli is now the Archbishop of Skalant.

But Osalia's answer made him frown deeply.

“No.” Osalia shook her head gently. “The sacrifice was successful. The six-armed serpent demon successfully descended and possessed Elarellie. This woman, who was designated by the church as a nun in white robes, grew a colorful and enchanting serpent tail and six arms. Her holy silver hair also turned into a dark purple like burning demonic flames.”

After the six-armed serpent demon descended, she used two demonic flaming greatswords and a blade of torment to slaughter everyone present from the Grand Duke's family, along with the entire Pegasus Knights.

"Afterwards, if it weren't for the passing of a female paladin mentor named Alariri and sealing the six-armed serpent demon inside Alariri with a holy seal, the entire Grand Duke's family would probably have been slaughtered by this six-armed serpent demon."

"However, this also resulted in Elarelli's body containing both her soul and the six-armed serpent demon's soul. However, the six-armed serpent demon's soul was suppressed by the Holy Seal, so it rarely emerged to compete for control of the body."

“Does ‘rarely’ mean that it happens occasionally?” Asmodée points out.

“The Holy Seal has been breached twice by this six-armed serpent demon.” Osalia rested her chin on her hand, seemingly also somewhat puzzled.

"The first time was when Elariri was on her way to fight against the Greenskin warlords. While she was blessing the army, she was ambushed by the Orc warlord riding a warboar. This six-armed serpent demon appeared once and tore the warlord to pieces on the spot. The second time was when her caravan was ambushed by the Beast King of the Beastmen."

"This six-armed serpent demon... doesn't seem to want to see Elariri die."

"So, the reason she paid attention to this place was because of this six-armed snake demon?" Agent Asmo understood this point.

“It should be,” Osalia replied softly. “It is because of this six-armed serpent demon that Alarelli has such keen senses about demons.”

“A few days ago, news of demon hounds spread within the Earl of Dorne, which is why she sent this letter.”

"However, these demon hounds seem to have disappeared after only a short period of rampage, which is strange." Osalia looked worried. After all, even the Knights of Dorne had a hard time dealing with these demon hounds when they ran rampant, so she was naturally a little worried.

At this moment, Osalia was completely unaware that the man in front of her was the master of those demon hounds.

The eight demon hounds that had wreaked havoc on the Earl of Dorne were now in the Ancaru Forest, assisting the calamity beast pack in a bloody battle against the orc pack led by the little ewe.

The flesh and blood of the blood souls hunted by the flesh hounds are devoured by the hounds, while the blood souls return without exception to the skull throne deep within Asmodian's soul. Even now, new skulls are constantly being added to the blood souls within his skull throne.

This also caused him to often remain fiery and manic, and the elegant and mature Countess in front of him, with her mature and charming feminine fragrance and mellow and sweet milky aroma, became the most intense catalyst for this.

As dusk settled in the west, it cast an ambiguous, dim, and tranquil hue over the already quiet garden.

Sensing the atmosphere, Osalia felt her increasingly tender and moist flesh becoming even hotter and softer. She couldn't help but hug her lotus-like arms and slightly turn her shy eyes away, her full lips breathing softly with a hint of sweet fragrance.

The quiet evening garden, with its elegant beauty of plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, tall and strong handsome men, and especially the lingering scent of mature femininity in the air, all these ambiguous elements combined are enough to make anyone's blood boil and go wild.

"Don't worry about the Demon Hounds, I'll handle it." Asmodel reached out and opened Alarelli's letter, glancing at it briefly.

As Osalia had predicted, the letter, after a brief and gentle greeting, mentioned the Demon Hound.

However, unexpectedly, this Archbishop in white silk seems to be preparing to personally come to Castella to investigate the whereabouts of the Demon Hounds, and intends to settle in Castella for a long time, believing that the Demon Hounds pose a great threat and need to be completely eliminated before leaving.

Asmodian finished reading the letter and casually put it away. Then he picked up the letter from Orisa, the charming and alluring noblewoman in black stockings, and asked, "And what is the background of this Duchess Orisa?"

“What Orisa said… is indeed a bit strange.” Osalia also frowned slightly in confusion. “Orisa von Kádela, her marriage to the Duke of Bordeaux was a political one.”

"Within the Duchy of Bordeaux, the family of Orissa controls the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild, which controls commerce, while the family of the Duke of Bordeaux controls the power, titles, and military of the Duchy of Bordeaux."

"Therefore, in order to further control the power of the Duchy of Bordeaux, the Grand Duke of Bordeaux married the president of the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild. However, I vaguely remember that the relationship between the two was extremely cold. The Grand Duke of Bordeaux lived in a castle, while the Duchess preferred to travel and live in a luxurious mansion in the city."

"So, what is her purpose in coming to this barren and remote Castella?" Asmodeus tapped rhythmically on the bright purple envelope on the table.

He didn't quite believe that this duchess had come here simply to seek love, or that, as he claimed, she was only looking for a loyal wolfhound and to invest in this border earldom.

“Although Orisa is a duchess, she is actually a businesswoman,” Orisa said softly. “Besides investing in the border Counts to expand the merchant guild’s trade routes, she must also be here because of the drow elves.”

"The Earldom of Dorne is adjacent to the Electorate of Naregas. There is a slave trading guild of drow elves in this Electorate. This duchess must want to make contact with the drow elves by starting with the Earldom of Dorne."

"Is that so?" Asmodeus looked quietly at the letter beside her, feeling that this charming duchess had more to do with her visit.

He opened the bright purple envelope, which exuded a faint, ambiguous fragrance, trying to find some clues.

However, when he opened the envelope, a very alluring red lace-trimmed black lace dress with waist-length straps slipped out, wrapped around a letter.

Looking at the extremely ambiguous and gorgeous lace suspender panties that slipped out of the envelope, with even a trace of cloying feminine fragrance still lingering on them, made the already weak-willed Countess Osalia's eyes flush with a hazy peach-colored shyness, her breathing becoming increasingly sticky and hazy, and her fleshy, tender, and shiny pantyhose couldn't help but rub slightly.

Now she knew why the duchess had come to this remote border county.

Chapter 48 Shredded Meat and Purple Silk

As dusk settled, the atmosphere in the garden gradually took on a slightly ambiguous, peach-colored hue.

When this extremely alluring waist-length spaghetti strap red lace trim and black lace slipped out of the envelope.

The garden, already imbued with an ambiguous and alluring atmosphere, was further enhanced by a cloying, mature, and delicate fragrance.

Asmodel lifted the black lace, then glanced at the bright purple letter in his hand, which still carried a faint, cloying scent of mature femininity, and a slight smile played on his lips.

This black lace is entirely woven from extremely luxurious and high-end soft lace. Four extremely thin and light black silk straps reach the waist and barely catch the openwork, bright red lace trim adorned with black roses.

The only thing that could be called a cover-up was a tiny, two-finger-wide strip of black lace in the center, which could almost be called a thong, and it was an extremely revealing, transparent, openwork design.

It's not hard to imagine that if Orissa's plump, curvaceous body were to wear these extremely revealing red lace-trimmed spaghetti strap black lace panties, both her lush pubic hair and her soft, white, moist pubic area would be completely exposed.

Furthermore, these extremely slender black lace suspenders reached her waist, a size that befitted the Duchess's plump, glossy, and ripe buttocks, which resembled a ripe, juicy peach.

Once she puts it on, it will inevitably, with the movements of her fleshy, smooth, and lustrous legs in the brightly colored silk, gradually and deeply penetrate between her plump, soft, and moist buttocks, which exude a fragrant, mature femininity, and will probably penetrate deep into the already undisguised plump, soft, and moist honey source.

Judging from the exposed black lace, the Duchess's visit this time was not simply about seeking cooperation as stated in the letter.