Blood Emperor Throne

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Upon entering the maid section, Asmodie clearly noticed that the atmosphere here was more gentle and tranquil. One after another, plump and voluptuous maids in white silk stockings entered and exited the maid section with elegant and dignified steps.

"Master, you may first visit the maid ranch, then the milk spring and the maid commode, and finally rest for a while in the maid garden before heading to the nearby nun's quarters."

Isabella spoke softly and shyly to Asmodeus about the upcoming tour of the maids' quarters.

“Then let’s visit the ranch first.” Asmodeus took the platinum dog leash from his hand, a sudden thought forming in his mind, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"However, I plan to add three new high-quality milk sources to this maid ranch."

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed across Isabella's soft eyes as she looked at the two noblewomen dogs being led behind Asmodeus.

She gazed at the Duchess's two mounds of flesh, encased in glossy black stockings, exuding a rich, milky fragrance, resembling plump, ripe peaches. She also saw two milky peach-shaped pastries, adorned only with vibrant peach-colored heart-shaped pendants and platinum milk chains, all wrapped in the same stockings.

And the two mounds of snow-white, creamy flesh overflowing from the sides of the conjoined, glistening strips of meat, resembling two half-melted, ripe, soft, and juicy milk cakes, and the two milk cherry blossoms, also adorned only with bright purple crystal heart-shaped pendants and bright purple milk chains, beneath the translucent, oily strips of meat.

After looking at the two of them shyly, she finally realized what was happening and answered shyly.

"As the master of the entire slave city, you naturally have the right to plan every building."

"However, the third high-quality milk source is—Eeya?~"

This gentle and beautiful maid in white silk, even though she had been enjoyed and trained by Asmodian countless times, still retained a slightly natural air about her.

Until Asmodel's warm, large hand parted the translucent silver veil above her two soft, ripe, snow-white breasts, hooking the silver chain around her nipple, causing the teardrop-shaped nipple to sway slightly.

Lift the two mounds of creamy, succulent milk high, then let them fall like milk cakes, creating ripples of rich milk as they scatter over the sweet, ripe milk.

Isabella, the usually shy maid in white stockings, blushed and realized that the third high-quality milk source Asmodeus mentioned was naturally her.

Isabella blushed and felt her body go weak, her soft eyes filled with shyness as she answered.

"Then... em... please, Master, enjoy Isabella's... milk cake then?"

However, that's what I mean...

However, the milk supplied to Asmodée daily comes from her, and occasionally, the beauty Osalia also mixes in the pure and sweet milk spring water from other beautiful maids to adjust the flavor.

Asmodée's intention was clearly to personally milk and taste her milk at that time.

A clean, elegant, and tranquil white bathhouse, entirely made of marble, is the Maid Ranch.

However, although it is called a maid ranch, which is dedicated to providing high-quality dairy products for the slave city, the role of the maid ranch is to select and prepare the milk before it enters the milk spring, rather than directly producing high-quality milk.

The maid ranch's role is to select high-quality milk sources with diverse flavors from among numerous beautiful maids, princess knights, noblewomen, and female centaurs, providing premium dairy products specifically for this slave city.

It's called a ranch because in this elegant and tranquil bathing area, before the beauties enter the milk spring, they need to bathe and cleanse themselves here one by one, and then be guided by maids to the milk spring to be milked.

This scene resembles a herdsman's maidservants selecting and cleaning the cows that are about to produce milk, before leading them into the milk spring for milking.

The steamy, warm, and inviting snow-white marble bathhouse, which serves as a maid ranch, is divided into two parts.

At the center is a public open-air bath paved with pure white marble with a carved, non-slip pattern. On either side, holy angels hold two snow-white milk bottles, pouring pure, warm spring water into the bath to provide a warm, mixed-use bath for the beauties who enter.

The other room is a private bathroom that is slightly concealed by a sheer curtain.

However, despite being a private bathroom, the white gauze curtain, damp with moisture and hazy and semi-transparent, vaguely revealed the mature and voluptuous silhouette within.

Moreover, there is only one private bathroom, and inside that is a smaller bathtub that can accommodate ten people. (The last part, "你咏想梅你林空你林在在没呢," appears to be unrelated and likely a placeholder or error.)

Inside this private bathroom, there are crystal milk bottles specifically for holding milk, pairs of transparent crystal high heels of all kinds, various pure white sheer stockings, and wardrobes and shoe cabinets filled with all kinds of milk pendants, milk chains, silk chain gauze dresses, white gauze milk curtains, and white gauze honey curtains.

Obviously, this private bathroom was the bathhouse where Asmodie bathed in private when he visited the ranch, and the crystal high heels, milk chains and pendants, and wardrobes and shoe cabinets were naturally the various accessories and silk skirts that the maids who served Asmodie during his private baths needed to change into.

As Asmodeus, leading two noblewomen and his personal maid Isabella, entered the mixed-gender bath filled with the sweet scent of milk and the steam of warm spring water,

A dozen or so beautiful, voluptuous maids in white silk stockings, their bodies supple and alluring, their flesh tender and moist—these were all dignified maids.

Elise, the elegant and graceful knight in white silk, Eleanor, the dignified lady in purple silk, and Elise, the gentle and intellectual widow in white silk, were soaking their mature and voluptuous bodies in the crystal-clear warm spring, chatting and laughing softly.

"Hmm? Alice, your soft, white stockings are getting bigger and more plump and beautiful, aren't they?"

"Indeed, is that so? Lately, Master has often taken to using the 'pile position' technique, pressing your plump, soft, white-stockinged body beneath him and violating you?"

Elise, the beautiful and elegant woman in white silk, and Eleanor, the dignified woman in purple silk, surrounded Elise, the gentle and intellectual widow in white silk, teasing her shyly.

However, that's one way of saying it.

But Elise's plump breasts and mature buttocks, especially tender and moist with water droplets, and Eleanor's plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, with their extremely fleshy and mature female charm, were not much better than Elise's.

The extremely shameful act of piercing and penetrating the position that they joked about was something they had been violated by Asmodie in a similarly lewd and familiar way many times. Or rather, if Alice was being hoisted up high with her pair of soft, plump, white-stockinged legs, her white wedding dress platform heels pointing skyward...

Iris was not spared; Asmodeus roughly lifted her two soft, plump, white-stockinged legs, placing them in a downward, leg-assaulting position, her platinum high-heeled boots pointing skyward, his advances so intense that her soft eyes rolled upwards.

Eleanor's dignified and alluring purple silk stockings have been used countless times, with her pair of tender, fleshy legs hooked around a pair of bright purple pointed crystal high heels, hanging on either side of Asmodie's waist. The heels have been violated to the point that they swing wildly, and it is common for these bright purple crystal high heels, which still retain the scent of honey, to be violated and even flung off.

Right now, their plump, tender, and moist white bodies, which seemed to overflow with mellow honey at the slightest touch, are now reduced to nothing more than a glimpse of translucent, flesh-colored, heart-shaped open-toe pantyhose that gleam with a glossy sheen, and a seductive, glossy purple, heart-shaped open-toe pantyhose that hug their hips.

A pair of pure white platform stilettos with red soles and a pair of bright purple pointed crystal stilettos, still carrying the intoxicating scent and warmth of a woman's feet, were adorned with glistening water droplets. A pair of pure white T-strap lace-up open-toe crystal bridal sandals, along with pairs of pure white crystal stilettos still carrying the sweet scent of maids' feet, were scattered lazily and haphazardly along the shore.

With a gentle smile and the elegant manners of a noblewoman, Alice sat cross-legged on the edge of the bathtub, her soft, peach-pink eyes sweeping over their plump, round, white-stockinged buttocks and their mature, oily purple stockings.

"You are no better than me."

Iris lifted her two ample breasts, elegantly brushing aside the strands of hair damp with moisture that clung to her ears: "Is Master's usual demand a little too high?"

"However, the master is able to handle the affairs of the territory accurately and decisively after enjoying himself, unlike those greedy and lewd incompetent nobles."

Eleanor gently held up her jade bracelet, but then, a hint of shyness and a sweet, intoxicating peach-colored allure suddenly appeared in her bright purple eyes.

"Before entering the milk spring, shouldn't the master and the milk source that will soon be milked be thoroughly cleansed in this bath?"

Isabella's plump, voluptuous legs, clad in white silk, moved with soft, graceful steps.

Under the watchful eyes of the beautiful servants and dignified maids, as well as the shy and tender heart-shaped eyes of the white-stockinged knight Iris, the purple-stockinged Eleanor, and the wise white-stockinged widowed sorceress Alice, Asmody shyly led the maid into this bathing spring filled with beauty.

Chapter 156 White Gauze Curtain

Although it is only early autumn, the early morning air already has a refreshing feel to it.

In the slightly refreshing morning, taking a hot bath is a particularly lazy and pleasant experience.

Inside the bathhouse, which is entirely made of snow-white marble, the misty steam adds a touch of leisure and comfort to this refreshing morning bath.

However, for the maids at the maid ranch, who provide the female slaves with sweet, rich, and high-quality milk every day, the rising steam carries a slightly ambiguous connotation.

The misty vapor made the milk-drop-shaped, white, delicate milk foam on the maids working at the maid ranch shimmer and sparkle under the warm crystal lights.

The already hazy and light white gauze curtain became even more transparent after being completely soaked in moisture. It clung softly to their plump, melon-shaped, mature breasts. The semi-transparent white gauze revealed their moist, teardrop-shaped, white breasts, almost completely exposing their milky state, which was ready for anyone to enjoy.

The milk-drop-shaped silver threads of honey, equally soaked and exceptionally transparent and moist, softly adhered to their plump, ripe, creamy peach-shaped vacuum-sealed abalone, outlining a plump, ripe, milky peach shape. The glistening water droplets dripping down the silver threads of honey were either seeping nectar or condensed moisture.

As Asmodée stepped inside, her gaze pierced through the hazy mist, revealing their tender, milky breasts and plump, ripe vulvas, a breathtaking sight.

The beautiful maids who can work at this maid ranch, like the maids exclusively for Asmodie and the mother and daughter maids serving in the Pure Maid Rest Pavilion, are all carefully selected.

The maids are all selected from beautiful women with plump, soft, white breasts, mature, and tender buttocks, and gentle and graceful temperaments. They are all selected from peach-pink breasts like cherry blossoms, and soft, tender, creamy buns like plump genitals. They must be as smooth as milk cakes, and those with lush grass are not selected.

The pure maids are the daughters of the matching maids. They are slender and delicate, graceful and exquisite, and they need to have the same pure and gentle temperament as the maids. They are also selected from pink and tender peach blossoms, as soft and tender as milk peaches, and have the same smooth and jade-like physique.

However, the staff at this maid ranch do not need to be served by mothers and daughters, just like at the maid rest pavilion.

This maid ranch employs nearly ten mature, beautiful, and voluptuous maids in white stockings every day. Their job is to lead high-quality milk into the maid milk spring.

The second task was to bathe and wipe the bodies of the beauties who served as high-quality milk sources, as well as the pure and lovely sweet milk maid girls who occasionally needed to change up Asmo's taste.

The prerequisite for all of this work was that Asmodé did not come to visit.

If Asmodeus were to come and visit, their duties would shift from serving the beauties and young girls to serving Asmodeus exclusively.

"Before entering the milk spring, please, Master, remove your clothes and wash yourself first?"

Isabella, with her shy, gentle eyes, looked at Asmodeus before her and introduced him softly.

However, as she was being introduced, her white gauze curtains and honey curtains, like those of the beautiful maids working there, were completely soaked with moisture. Her mature body was so soft that it was almost as if a touch would cause her to ooze nectar. Her shy eyes were filled with infatuated hearts.

When Asmodée, dressed in a fitted white shirt and trousers, stepped into the steamy bath, his shirt and trousers inevitably became soaked with water, outlining the robust, masculine, and solid silhouette of his body, which was as hard and solid as a marble sculpture.

His muscles were solid and strong like steel, his handsome face was sharply defined, and his tall and strong figure, standing at 2.2 meters, was comparable to marble sculptures created by court masters.

In this maid ranch, whether it's the beautiful maids in white silk dresses standing guard by the bath, or the beauties soaking in hot water, about to enter the milk spring to become a source of high-quality milk, you think about it, I'm free, you Lin are here, are you here?

Their eyes, whether shy or full of spring-like allure, were brimming with a submissive instinct, their gazes filled with a sweet, intoxicating pink heart as they looked at this strong, tall body brimming with masculine charm.

Even though they were already pinned down by this tall and strong male body, being wantonly violated and pounded by him in various lewd ways until their semen overflowed, their eyes rolled back in lust, and they cried out incessantly.

However, whenever they see Asmodie's perfectly sculpted, robust body, brimming with masculine energy, their ripe, alluring flesh still evokes a natural, submissive, and sensual allure.

"Please allow the maids to help you change, Your Excellency?"

The ten beautiful maids waiting there stepped forward gracefully, their plump, fleshy legs encased in long, white stockings with lace trim that were as pure and translucent as thin cream, glistening with moisture. Their soft, tender feet, like creamy cakes, were also clad in white, delicate, open-toe, strappy high-heeled sandals adorned with glistening water droplets.

They placed their fair hands together in front of their lower abdomens, which were adorned with peach-pink erotic patterns, and bowed together, their soft, plump waists bent low in a gesture of respect.

Clumps of plump, milky melons, exuding a rich, creamy aroma, trembled before Asmodie, almost like melons hanging high on vines, glistening with dewdrops and sweet, ripe milk, creating soft, creamy waves.

The milk droplets and milk chains sway gently, and Asmodie can simply stretch out his hand to grab a soft, smooth, and creamy papaya and squeeze it into milk.

To distinguish them, an extra white gauze dress was added, so that they could be distinguished as white-stockinged maids working in this maid ranch and as dairy cows that would be used as a source of high-quality milk.

However, despite being described as a white silk dress, this halter-neck transparent dress features a lace-trimmed opening around the neckline that surrounds their soft, smooth, and plump breasts, leaving only a white veil on the milk chain slightly concealing their two fragrant, white, and plump breasts.

When moistened by the moisture, it was like a layer of sweet, smooth cream, softly clinging to their snow-white, milky skin, outlining their plump, honey-gourd-shaped figures.

The white tulle skirts, adorned with pure white lace, barely covered half of their plump, soft, and sweet-tasting white silk stockings. The majority of their snow-white, creamy, and smooth buttocks, along with their soft, smooth, and moist white silk clitoris and ripe, juicy peach-shaped white silk vulvas, could be used freely without even needing to lift the white tulle skirts.

Occasionally, these beautiful maids with their perpetually overflowing breasts would "accidentally" slip off or "accidentally" lose their distinctive white gauze dresses during bathing. These dresses would then be used as a source of milk for the upcoming milking process, being sent to the maid milk fountain to relieve their engorged milk sacs.

However, maids who did this were easily discovered, so much so that the next day, the maid knights in charge of inspection would hang white peony-shaped milk caps on their breasts as punishment and confine them to the dining room where Asmodie ate every day.

She was restrained in a wooden box that only allowed her to stand on a pair of pure white, transparent, pointed crystal stilettos, with only two plump, milky breasts exposed outside, serving as a baby bottle for Asmodie to enjoy at any time.

Of course, if Asmodée needed, she could also serve as a maid to release her desires, confined in a wooden box where she was only allowed to stand on crystal high heels. But this time, her plump, soft, white, milky buttocks would be squeezed out of the opening and kept under white stockings, allowing Asmodée to enjoy them occasionally.

"can."

Asmodeus nodded slightly, unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest, revealing his broad, muscular chest to his personal maid Isabella, whose eyes held hearts, and a group of other maids.

Ten beautiful maids with plump, voluptuous bodies, exuding a youthful charm and shyness, stepped forward with graceful, soft steps.

The three maids bent down in front of Asmodie, their plump, creamy white silk legs pressing against their soft, creamy buttocks, which were clad in white silk suspenders and transparent crystal maid high-heeled sandals.

The soft, smooth, white silk-clad buttocks easily crushed their fragrant, creamy white silk-clad feet and crystal maid high-heeled sandals into them, with large patches of snowy, creamy buttocks spreading out of the white silk skirt like half-melted milk cake.

Their smooth, delicate hands gently caressed Asmody's strong waist, but instead of hooking him down, they leaned forward, their sweet, tangerine-like lips kissing his firm abs, then taking a corner of his trousers into their mouths, slightly pulling it down...

"Snapped--"

The beast, still stained with the thick, white, turbid fluid that could make any female submit after having just enjoyed the morning maids and the two noblewomen, leaped into the three maids' line of sight like a centaur lance poised to pounce, pressing directly against one of their sweet, ripe lips.

The three maids gazed at the tall, thick beast lance, their alluring eyes filled with infatuation and hearts. Two of the maids reached out their soft, delicate hands and gently lifted the thick lance, their sweet, fragrant lips kissing the massive beast's body.

Only by kissing his thick, beastly body with two sweet, ripe lips at the same time, can one truly kiss his massive body. Their smooth, honeyed tongues intertwine and entwine around his body.

The other woman, with heart-shaped eyes, cradled her two smooth, plump breasts, letting the brutal beast slam them against her, causing waves of milk to ripple and spill out, until it invaded her smooth, fragrant cleavage, making the white nipple tremble slightly before its head pressed against her soft, ripe lips.

This brutal and ferocious beast needs to be thoroughly dealt with.

This beautiful maid gently brushed aside the stray strands of hair from her forehead, her soft, mature lips parting slightly to release a sweet, honeyed fragrance that lingered around the beast's head. She then slowly lowered her delicate head, her spring-water-like eyes slightly tilting upwards at the first lowering, overflowing with hearts.

Chapter 157 Pregnant Maid

These ten white-skinned maids work on the ranch in daily rotations, but that doesn't mean they don't need to be trained and selected.

Their plump, rounded bodies were all soft, voluptuous, and fair-skinned; their faces were all chosen for their gentle and graceful beauty; their temperament was also chosen for its gentle charm; and their dresses were all meticulously custom-made. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Therefore, their service work in the maid ranch would not be subject to any errors or negligence.

Of course, if Asmody is used too roughly, it may overwhelm the ten beautiful maids.

The spring water at the maid ranch was infused with bath salts called "Enchanting Red Wine," brought by Duchess Orissa. This salts made the spring water smooth like condensed milk without being sticky, a luxury item used only by nobles when bathing together with Asmodeus.

"Ee-hmm? ~ Gu-ooh-ooh? ~"

"Please? Please enjoy as much as you like~ Ee-hmm?~ Are you going to throw it away?~ Ee-oh-oh-oh?~"

"Goo? ~ It's been used again ~ Hmm? ~"

"Hmm?~ Ha~ It's already~ turned into?~ a maid-style milk soap for the master's exclusive use?~ Ee-hmm?~~"

In the clear, warm spring of the pasture, Asmody's tall, robust, and savage body, like a raging bull, seemed to be enjoying the process of reproduction with his own female slave cows, pressing three voluptuous and beautiful maids in white stockings against the banks of the clear, warm spring.

Driven by an extremely violent and savage offensive, the thick, engorged beast relentlessly pounded and violated the three white-stockinged maids until their peach-heart eyes rolled back in their sleep. The creamy buns, hidden beneath the pure, creamy, semi-transparent white stockings, were being pounded and ravaged by this savage stone pestle, wrapped in a layer of slippery, flesh-penetrating white stockings, until nectar splattered and drenched with spring water.

The maids' breasts, adorned with pink heart-shaped pendants and white chains, were filled with rich, creamy milk. Their breasts, once pounded and violated, swayed like two bouncy milk cakes, spilling milk into the warm spring, adding a touch of sweet, creamy fragrance to the misty air.

Asmodian's large hands, like a chef kneading two lumps of soft dough coated with rich cream, roughly held them in his hands. The snowy, soft cream overflowed from his fingertips. Even his large hands holding the sword were no different from the difference between a sapling and a mountain.

Each time they kneaded, shook, and patted the soft, wavy milk, the rough and rough treatment was enough to make these white-silk-clad maids, who were already pregnant, spill their sweet, mellow, and pure white milk.