Blood Emperor Throne

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"Gurgle, oh oh??~~"

The Duchess's seductive and wanton moans added a touch of aphrodisiac to the increasingly sweet and alluring banquet, signifying the start of this three-day extravagant affair.

Chapter 92 Mother and Daughter's Fall from Grace (5k words! First update today)

The rest area on the second floor wasn't always like this. It was only partially covered by a light, semi-transparent gauze curtain, and there was no transparent glass railing or the transparent display stand in the middle that looked like a display case.

The original lord's castle was only inhabited by Osalia and her daughter, along with their female knights and maids, so there was no reason for such extremely ambiguous and erotic furnishings.

However, it would not be entirely true that it was designed solely for the Duchess.

Although right now, it was that charming and alluring duchess who was being held up by Asmodie against the transparent glass railing in the second-floor rest room, with one of her fleshy, soft, fragrant, and shiny black stockinged legs lifted up, violating the noble and mature duchess until her nectar was splashed everywhere and she cried out in lust.

But it wasn't the Duchess who first used these tasteful furnishings in the banquet hall.

The first person to use the sheer, gauze-draped rest room on the second floor was the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia.

On that day, Countess Osalia, with a charming shyness, under the guise of an inspection, wore an extremely seductive and revealing thin-strapped, high-slit, bright purple silk dress. The high-slit skirt had only two light silk threads hanging down around her soft, plump breasts, barely covering her plump, soft, and mature buttocks like a honey curtain and a buttock curtain.

As for the plump, soft, and creamy white abalone, it could only be served by a pair of extremely alluring, waist-length, thin-strapped, openwork, bright purple lace panties, which could only be deeply embedded between the two plump, soft, and creamy lips, and could not play any role at all.

At that time, Osalia claimed to be inspecting the completion and usage of the second-floor rest area, but in reality, she was dressed in an extremely provocative and revealing high-slit transparent silk dress, her plump breasts and ripe buttocks adorned with her voluptuous figure. Her soft, white legs were further accentuated by her long, glossy purple stockings with thin straps and lace trim, reminiscent of a purple wedding dress, and her bright purple ring-finger crystal stiletto heels.

This elegant and mature countess, dressed in a seductive and alluring outfit that could arouse any male, had her two plump breasts trembling and rippling with each step of her bright purple crystal high-heeled sandals in front of Asmodeus. She deliberately chose to spend the late night alone with Asmodeus, a strong and tall male, in this enchanting and ambiguous second-floor lounge.

It was obvious that when this beautiful count, under the guise of pouring tea, raised her plump, juicy buttocks—marked with soft, greasy welts from being constricted by purple suspenders—high in front of Asmodée, revealing her creamy, juicy vulva—deeply encased in the vibrant purple lace suspenders—it was a sight to behold.

Asmodeus then pressed the elegant and mature countess onto the bright purple Gothic bed in the resting room from behind, lifting her plump, soft, and fleshy legs in purple stockings and suspenders. He forcefully violated the countess, causing her eyes to roll upwards in arousal. Her nectar flowed like a spring from a desolate place, and every time Asmodeus lowered his waist, his thrusts against her mature buttocks caused her to ripple and swell, spraying everywhere.

Every Gothic bed in the second-floor lounge was soaked layer upon layer with the rich, sensual scent of the beautiful countess. Although the bedding has been changed, the rich, sensual fragrance still lingers.

And on the transparent display stand in the center, bound by platinum handcuffs and anklets, was the noble and aloof beauty, Catherine.

This elegant and aloof lady in black stockings changed into a sexy, semi-transparent, tight white shirt and a black leather pencil skirt that barely covered her buttocks. Her long, slender, and alluring legs were encased in glossy black stockings that accentuated her masculinity, and her exquisitely beautiful black stockings were adorned with a pair of luxurious, bright red crystal pointed-toe stilettos.

As this aloof and stunning woman adjusted her frameless red glasses, she strode gracefully through the late night with the air of a queen, her black-stockinged buttocks, outlined by a black leather pencil skirt, swaying with her honey-like, plump curves, and her vibrant red high heels swaying, to the transparent glass counter.

Her fate, naturally, was to have Asmody, the savage bandit who barged into the banquet hall, force the proud and aloof queen in black stockings, her alluring breasts and round buttocks pressed against the glass display stand. Her jade-like hands, adorned with black lace short gloves, were bound high with platinum handcuffs, and her captivatingly beautiful feet, clad in black stockings and red high heels, were similarly bound with platinum ankle chains. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

This noble and aloof beauty in black stockings didn't even have a chance to cry for help before Asmodie gagged her fiery red lips with a bright red gag, and covered her cold and proud aquamarine eyes with a black lace blindfold.

In this restrained position, Catherine could only straighten her sexy, alluring black stockings and raise her plump, heart-shaped buttocks high, allowing Asmody to rip open her semi-transparent, tight shirt from behind, revealing her two snow-white, round, and luscious breasts.

She was forcibly taken and restrained on this transparent glass display stand, allowing Asmodeus, the bandit who suddenly broke into the banquet hall, to freely violate and ravage her smooth white jade vulva and delicate honey bud, filling them completely. Her pair of beautiful and exquisite silk-clad feet were soaked in a pair of bright red crystal high heels filled with thick white fluid until the maid removed her platinum handcuffs and anklets the next day.

Similarly, the glass railings of the second-floor rest area and the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the second-floor balcony were not used for the first time by the charming and alluring Duchess Olissa.

The first person to be pressed against this transparent glass fence by Asmody, and to be ravaged and violated by her soft, plump, and glossy flesh, was also the noble and alluring knight-errant Cassandra.

That day, the beautiful female knight, with her mature, voluptuous, and voluptuous flesh, wore only a tight, slightly open, semi-transparent white shirt. Her long, plump, and firm legs were covered only in glossy, seductive pantyhose. With a languid and alluring air, as if she had just taken a bath, she came to the second-floor rest room and arrogantly invited Asmodie to enjoy the night view with her.

While ostensibly admiring the night view, her two plump breasts, seemingly made of ripe, rich honey, were actually tremblingly exposed to Asmodian's gaze beneath her tight, semi-transparent white shirt. The two pinkish nipples were almost entirely undisguised.

Between the voluptuous, plump breasts outlined by the tight-fitting stockings, exuding a mature allure, and the knight's firm, heart-shaped vulva, only a touch of lush, golden pubic hair and the soft, tender flesh of her vulva were vaguely visible beneath the stockings.

It wasn't exactly a vacuum, but the extremely revealing waist-length, thin-strapped, flesh-colored, lace-trimmed panties, deeply embedded between her two soft, oily mounds and into her plump, fleshy vulva, offered no real concealment.

When she crossed her long, plump, firm legs in glossy, flesh-colored stockings, her delicate, fragrant feet clad in alluring, flesh-colored, red-soled, peep-toe crystal stiletto sandals, and landed languidly on the bright red bench on the second floor, her glossy, mature legs were pressed into a soft, honey-like shape on the bench, completely enticing Asmody to press her down and violate her in a seductive, languid way.

Indeed, that was the case. When Cassandra poured Asmodie a glass of purple wine and, with a languid and haughty charm, like a high-ranking, alluring knight punishing a lowly male servant in her tipsy state, she contemptuously and provocatively stepped on Asmodie's proud and ferocious manhood with her fragrant, charming, glossy, fleshy feet adorned with wine-red nail polish.

Under the starry and moonlit night, this noble and alluring female knight confessed her proud love to this steady and reliable male for the first time.

Faced with the affections of this beautiful and alluring female knight, Asmodeus naturally reciprocated her advances. In front of the castle maids and the female knight passing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he pressed this noble and charming female knight against the transparent glass.

The maids and knights below the stage looked at this mature and noble knight with rosy eyes. With a seductive and wanton demeanor, she raised her plump and juicy breasts high, her pair of plump and firm legs trembling as she stepped on her alluring and seductive flesh-colored red-soled spaghetti strap crystal stiletto sandals.

Asmodeus, a man other than her deceased husband, had her moist, juicy buttocks tremble wildly as he touched her. Her ripe, fragrant nectar was poured onto the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, which was meant for honored guests, under the shy gaze of the maids and knights who came and went.

That day, the beautiful knight Cassandra finally put aside her arrogance and declared herself Asmodian's new wife in front of the Purple Nightingale Knights and maids. Only Sera was kept in the dark by her for the time being.

However, in reality, the mother and daughter knights had already secretly become aware of each other's affairs.

However, the mother and daughter maintained this relationship of devotion to Asmodeus, allowing Asmodeus to use this pretext to arbitrarily violate and possess these two noble and sensual beauties, the knight and princess.

Sometimes, the mother and daughter were separated by only a wall. Behind the wall, Asmodie would carry their sexy and alluring knightly legs, posing them in an extremely wanton and shameful split, ravaging them until they were suppressed and moaning softly and tenderly, their eyes rolling upwards in desire.

On the night of the second day, the noble and beautiful princess knight Sera, with her tall, sexy, and alluring figure, changed into an elegant and fitted white princess knight's dress. Her long, straight, and jade-like legs, adorned with a pair of elegant white over-the-knee boots, came to the stage on the first floor.

However, beneath the seemingly elegant and dignified white knight's attire, this graceful pure white knight was wearing extremely alluring long black stockings with delicate lace trim. Her two snow-white, plump breasts, as moist as ripe peaches, were exposed as if they were completely naked beneath the fitted white knight's shirt.

As for her tight-fitting white trousers, which outlined her plump, heart-shaped buttocks and the soft, peach-shaped vulva that was faintly visible beneath them, there was only a touch of extremely cool, lace-trimmed, close-fitting black lace panties. Underneath the slightly translucent white trousers, the outline of the black lace was faintly visible, making one's blood boil.

On the surface, the noble, beautiful, elegant, pure white knight Sera was inspecting the banquet hall, which had just been completed and was already in use, under the guise of inspecting the castle.

But when they reached the dance floor on the first floor, this elegant and beautiful pure white knight rose on the tip of her high-heeled boots, hooked her arms around Asmodie's neck, and offered her moist and tender lips with silent love. Her noble and beautiful golden eyes were also filled with tender feelings.

"To violate and ravage this elegant, pure white princess knight in this ballroom, turning her into your personal princess knight hound?"

On the surface, she appears noble, elegant, beautiful, and dashing—the pure white knight princess. In reality, however, she shares the same seductive masochistic tendencies as her childhood friend, the noblewoman Catherine.

In response, Asmodie tore off the elegant white knight's dress of this beautiful princess knight. The moment the white shirt was torn open, two fragrant and moist white breasts trembled and jumped out. Underneath the seemingly elegant and tight trousers, there were even more alluring black suspenders and close-fitting hollowed-out lace panties engraved with black roses.

Throughout the long night, this noble and elegant pure white knight transformed into a defeated knight hound beneath Asmodeus. Her delicate hands, adorned with white silk knight gloves, were bound behind her head with platinum handcuffs, her crimson lips were gagged with a bright red gag, and she was left with a lace blindfold for the entire night.

The noble and elegant pure white princess knight was treated by Asmodie as if she were a female slave knight hound.

Her long, alluring legs were wrapped in incredibly seductive, glossy black stockings with thin straps, and elegant pure white high-heeled boots. She was posed in an extremely shameful and wanton split, revealing only a glimpse of her smooth, white vulva and clitoris outlined by a piece of black lace with cutouts.

At dawn the next day, Asmodian, like a savage bandit who had stumbled into a banquet hall, saw the elegant, pure white knight who was bound and restrained. He acted like a barbaric scoundrel who had desecrated the noble knight. With Sera's senses restrained, he forcibly violated and defiled the pure white knight amidst her proud and seductive cries.

On the third day, the Pure White Knight, whose weakness had been seized upon by the brutish bandit Asmodie, had no choice but to change into extremely revealing black stockings with lace trim and a completely transparent, half-open white blouse. Her exquisite and noble black-stockinged feet were only draped in pure white high-heeled boots that accentuated her elegant status.

Led by Asmodie, with the platinum chain around her jade neck, she was led in the dead of night, humiliated like a female slave, from the lord's castle into the grove outside the city, where she was violated and defiled.

On the fourth day, the pure white princess knight, who had already been violated and trained by Asmodie into a beautiful female knight, was pressed down by Asmodie next to the bed of her sleeping mother princess knight. After her tight, slim-fitting white trousers were pulled down, her peach-shaped buttocks, covered with shiny black stockings, jumped into Asmodie's eyes in front of her mother princess knight.

On the fourth night, the noble and elegant pure white knight Sera was being carried by Asmodeus, her long, alluring legs encased in black stockings, in front of her noble and charming mother knight. Her exquisite black-stockinged feet were draped over Asmodeus's shoulders, and her seductive eyes, which he was forcibly taking over and ravaging, rolled upwards. Her full red lips, which she covered with the back of her hand, were also moaning softly.

On the first floor, at the dining table covered with a pristine white lace-trimmed silk tablecloth, Asmodie forced the beautiful maid with her ample breasts and ripe buttocks onto the table.

Under her disgusted and contemptuous gaze, the elegant and intellectual head servant wiped the table while her plump, soft, white-stockinged buttocks were stretched taut, accommodating Asmodie's large and ferocious beast as it invaded her soft, sweet spot.

In exchange for Asmodée's assistance in governing the Countess's territory and resolving the crisis,

One night, this gentle and intelligent head maid, her moist and fragrant body, with its full breasts and ripe buttocks, entered Asmodie's room with an elegant and dignified demeanor. She wore an extremely revealing backless maid's apron, and extremely sexy, glossy white stockings with no bra straps and white and red strappy stilettos.

In the room, her elegant, soft eyes, still emerald green, looked down at Asmodeus with disdain. Her elegant hands, clad in white silk lace gloves, lifted her barely-his-length maid's silk dress, revealing her bare skin, with an expression of disgust and resistance. In front of Asmodeus, she slowly lifted the hem of her almost bare lace skirt.

The plump, soft, and tender butterfly-shaped vulva, exuding a sweet and cloying fragrance that was both undeniably sweet and virginal, was completely exposed to Asmodie under her contemptuous and resistant gaze. It was covered only by an extremely revealing and seductive thong of pure white lace maid dress.

Asmodai paid for eliminating the crisis in Osalia's territory, and this gentle and intelligent chief servant, with an arrogant and contemptuous attitude, stepped her fragrant, soft, white silk-clad, high-heeled feet onto Asmodai's chest, pinning him down.

She allowed the man's burning gaze to descend upon her, wantonly desecrating her ripe, soft, plump vulva and the soft, sweet buds that the delicate lace maid dress could not conceal.

Then, with such a contemptuous and disgusted expression, this elegant and proud head maid lifted her bare maid silk skirt, revealing her plump, soft, and smooth buttocks, which resembled ripe milk cakes, and ground them onto Asmodie's ferocious and fiery male centaur lance.

She gripped Asmodie's erect and menacing lance with her smooth white silk bracelet, circling it up and down with disgust, while simultaneously grinding her plump, ripe buttocks against it. Through the thin, lace-trimmed maid's dress, she kneaded the lance with her soft, juicy vulva.

Then, upholding the service of a maid, she offered Asmodie her fragrant, soft, and tender lips. Those two soft, plump white milk cakes, like those filled with sweet and ripe milk, were also for men to taste and milk.

At the same time, adhering to the principle that a qualified head maid should not soil the bedding during service, this gentle and intelligent head maid in white silk stockings adopted an arrogant and disgusted attitude, as if responding to the lewd demands of her disliked master.

With one hand, he lifted the hem of the maid's silk dress so that Asmodeus could see what she was about to serve. With the other hand, he held the monstrous, erect, thick beast against her soft, slick, and sensual buds, which were already soaked in sticky, ripe nectar. Under her disgusted and arrogant expression, he slammed her two plump, juicy buttocks, which looked like they were coated with sweet, ripe milk, against Asmodeus's hard and solid waist.

Chapter 93 The Gift of a Seductive Noblewoman (3.5k words, second update, two more 5k-word chapters to come)

The banquet, filled with the sweet scent of ripe honey and a peach-colored atmosphere, gradually lost some of the sounds of string and bamboo instruments, and was replaced by a gentle, seductive murmur of spring and soft, tender breaths.

The maids coming and going, listening to the seductive and wanton moans coming from the second-floor rest room, all had their pale purple eyes filled with a hint of intoxicated peach color, and their long, smooth, oily hair slightly closed up as they breathed and moaned softly.

Meanwhile, the elegant and charming ladies in the banquet hall, while exchanging flirtatious conversations, all had their alluring, peach-colored eyes, brimming with spring-like charm, gazing towards the rest area on the second floor.

The ladies who attended the banquet, including those from the newly established territories of Brendor and Gruul, had all been reduced to outwardly noble and charming but inwardly mature and submissive female slaves serving Asmodie.

This kind of decadent dinner, like tonight's, is not the first time it has been held.

These proud and beautiful ladies are either charming and noble beauties, or mature and arrogant seductive mothers, or alluring and proud women, or elegant and graceful gentle beauties.

When they were in their respective territories, their graceful, voluptuous, and soft white bodies, draped in luxurious and elegant gowns, their plump, soft, and alluring feet, clad in high-shoes and adorned with elegant and sexy stockings, would pass by the civilians and soldiers as they patrolled their territories.

Their alluring and sexy high-heeled feet, and their soft, white, and supple bodies, attracted extremely drooling gazes. In particular, whenever their elegant and seductive stockings and high-heeled feet touched the ground, they would elicit heavy breathing in the dark alley.

However, the soldiers and noble lords who coveted these noblewomen had no idea that these outwardly noble, beautiful, charming, and proud ladies...

In these seductive banquets where Asmodeus declared his submission, their alluring, soft, and creamy white bodies and their fragrant, tender, and moist flesh were all clad only in extremely revealing, strapless silk gowns, or extremely seductive and alluring high-slit, thin-strapped silk dresses.

Those plump, mature, and soft ladies were also wrapped in various kinds of sexy and mature glossy lace-trimmed stockings or alluring and seductive bodycon pantyhose. Their fragrant, soft, and tender feet were also adorned with various kinds of sexy and mature crystal suspender open-toe high-heeled sandals, pointed-toe shallow-cut crystal lace-up high heels, and round-toe high-soled chunky high heels.

These noble and charming ladies, dressed in revealing, revealing silk evening gowns and stockings with high heels, appeared to be attending an elegant and dignified ladies' dinner party. However, in reality, this dinner party, which should have been attended only by ladies, also had a tall and valiant male knight named Asmodie present.

At this banquet, these seemingly haughty and glamorous noblewomen, as if to reward Asmodeus, the tall and valiant knight, for his loyalty, allowed Asmodeus to give them any orders with an arrogant and charming demeanor.

As the awards banquet began, the elegant ladies at this seductive gathering, their long, graceful hands clad in silk stockings, held crystal goblets.

With an arrogant, coquettish air, as if rewarding a knight with the same alluring gestures as a noblewoman, they all gracefully lifted the hems of their revealing, unbuttoned silk evening gowns in front of Asmodie, displaying their various seductive and revealing silk camisoles and lace panties to Asmodie's eyes.

From lace cutouts that hug the curves of the buttocks, to semi-transparent silk styles that can't even conceal the honeyed vulva and clitoris, to alluring styles with only two thin straps barely holding up a glimpse of cutout lace, to extremely slender, waist-length, T-shaped cutout styles that exude a mature allure, they all share one characteristic: they simply cannot conceal the honeyed outline of their plump vulvas and butterfly-shaped vulvas.

These silk lace camisoles, already soaked in sticky, ripe nectar and still carrying the various sweet scents of the noblewomen, were all removed in front of Asmodie by these glamorous, mature noblewomen as a haughty reward, and handed over to him as the opening gift of this seductive banquet.

During the ensuing banquet, Asmodie, who had been rewarded by these ladies, was able to order them to lower their voluptuous, silk-stockinged feet to the ground.

Before him, she trembled as she placed her two plump, ripe buttocks, encased in a form-fitting, vacuum-sealed evening gown, onto the ground. She knelt before him, her soft, fragrant lips, painted with vibrant lip gloss, parted slightly, and her head rose and fell with an arrogant and disdainful air.

Or, while those noble and charming ladies are dining with elegant and graceful manners, under their arrogant and seductive gaze, he could grasp their beautiful feet, clad in glossy stockings and high heels, and use those alluring, mature feet, exuding the fragrance of a noblewoman, to freely defile him.

After Asmodie defiled their noble and elegant crystal high-heeled feet and filled those exquisite and luxurious transparent crystal high heels, these ladies would, with a contemptuous and arrogant demeanor, put their fragrant, moist silk feet, which had already been covered with a thick layer of white/turbidity by Asmodie, back into these crystal high heels that were already filled with thick, warm white/turbidity.

During this banquet, Asmody could also walk directly to the dining table and approach the glamorous, mature ladies who were eating. In front of their alluring female friends, he could then place their soft, ripe breasts or voluptuous, seductive buttocks onto the long table covered with a pristine white tablecloth.

Lifting their already alluring and revealing silk gowns, and holding their plump and soft stockings like a raging centaur lancer, he ravaged these elegant and mature ladies who were just a moment ago, until their eyes rolled upwards, their tongues lolled out, and their two soft and fragrant breasts trembled and jumped out of their already extremely revealing silk gowns.

Since they had already presented Asmodeus with the delicate lace camisole beneath their silk gowns, which still carried the faint fragrance of noblewomen, as an opening gift at the start of this seductive banquet, when Asmodeus lifted the hems of their gowns and pressed his monstrous, thick, and burning phallus against their already sticky, glistening, ripe, and soft vulvas, soaked in the nectar of mature women...

These mature and elegant ladies, who were arrogant and noble in their demeanor towards Asmodée just a moment ago, suddenly succumbed to the submissive female instincts within their souls, being ravaged by Asmodée until they cried out in ecstasy. Their plump, white, and juicy vulvas would splash nectar and vaginal fluids with each thrust of Asmodée's lance.

At this dining table, their two plump, fragrant, milky-peach-like breasts, frequently fondled by Asmodie, bounced out from beneath their revealing silk gowns, swaying wildly up and down, creating waves of soft, white milk like sweet, ripe honey. In this seductive banquet, an interlude woven from the sounds of stringed instruments and the seductive moans of noblewomen unfolded. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Those noble and unapproachable, aloof and alluring mature women were often led by Asmodie with platinum chains around their long, elegant, fair necks, their plump, peach-shaped buttocks wrapped high in greasy, seductive stockings. Asmodie treated them like noble and docile puppies, touring the entire banquet.

These elegant and aloof noblewomen, with their alluring breasts and captivating charm, would, as a reward for Asmodie at this seductive banquet, allow this man other than her husband to fasten the platinum chain, a symbol of humiliation, around their noble and graceful white necks with haughty and aloof expressions.

Furthermore, from then until the end of the banquet, these voluptuous noblewomen, whether they propped themselves up and allowed Asmodeus to freely fondle their soft, moist breasts, or raised their glossy, oily hair high and allowed this man other than their husbands to violate them at will, would not refuse in the slightest as a reward to this man.

On the second-floor glass railing, the Duchess's seductive moans, enough to make any man's mouth dry, grew even louder and more alluring. Her plump, soft, glossy black stockings and fleshy legs, which had been lifted up by the man behind her, were now draped softly over his shoulders.

Those soft, smooth, and glossy black stockings, adorned with black and red crystal high heels, left only with their delicate black toes, embellished with bright purple nail polish, swaying wildly as Asmodé rode them.

The Duchess's two mounds of flesh, like ripe, juicy peaches, were soft and smooth, like two soft, ripe peaches coated with sweet chocolate syrup. Every time Asmodée's hard and solid waist thrust against them, they would tremble and sway, creating waves of sensual, fragrant, and juicy flesh.

As Asmodée's offensive intensified, becoming increasingly ferocious like a savage centaur in its final sprint, the Duchess's seductive moans grew ever more alluring and high-pitched.

"Gurgle, gurgle? ~~ You've filled it up again, you big wolfhound??~"

"Oh my god??~~ To be publicly violated??~ Oh my god~ To be unable to leave you, you big wolfhound?~~~ To be a shared female slave?~ ...

Asmodeus finally slammed down, his waist hitting her two plump, soft, black-stockinged buttocks, turning them into soft, honey-smooth cakes, with her juices splashing everywhere.

This charming duchess, with her noble and mature blue eyes, finally rolled them up completely, her alluring peach hearts overflowing with desire, her soft and fragrant tongue half-protruding, and her soft and sweet lips constantly exuding wisps of mature white mist and honey fragrance, her two mounds of oily black stockings trembling and spilling mature nectar towards the second floor.

As for the two plump, soft, and snowy breasts that looked like they were filled with sweet, ripe milk, they swayed up and down, creating waves of ripe milk and oozing out drops of sweet, ripe milk.

"Boom——"

"Gurgle, gurgle, oh oh?~~"

Accompanied by a soft popping sound as nectar splattered, mixed with the Duchess's seductive, lost moans of pleasure,

Behind the glass railing on the second floor, Asmodée's large hand sank deep into the Duchess's soft, lustrous black stockings, which resembled a ripe, juicy peach. The ferocious, coarse beast, covered in a layer of glossy, high-grade black stockings already soaked with white fluid and ripe nectar, slowly withdrew with the gurgling sound of the honey churning.

The plump, black-stockinged vulva, exuding the warm, honeyed scent of ripe female flesh, was now being ravaged and violated by Asmodie, its nectar splattering like a jumbled mess of honeyed spring nectar. The two soft, plump lobes, hidden beneath the oily black stockings, had completely transformed into the shape of a man other than her husband, and were now marked as his possession by Asmodie's thick, hot semen.

Sweet and fragrant sweat seeped out as the Duchess became aroused, soaking her already plump, soft, and glossy black breasts, making them even more oily and fragrant.

"Next, the noble Duchess."

Asmodie grasped the Duchess's two soft, white breasts, glistening with sweet, ripe milk, from behind. Under the gaze of the Duchess's alluring, heart-shaped eyes, his monstrous, thick centaur lance once again rose high, its ferocious, fiery head pressing against her clitoris, which was nestled between two mounds of oily, black silk, already soaked in the nectar of her ripe clitoris.

"It's time to sign the slave contract. Of course, it would be best if your Platinum Rose Knights could come up to the second-floor lounge to sign the slave contract for you, Duchess, as a witness and as a gift of slave girls."

Chapter 94 The Duchess's Contract

The second-floor rest area was filled with the sweet, cloying aroma of ripe honey.

On the warm, plush floor, a revealing light blue spaghetti-strap silk evening gown lay scattered, along with a pair of high-end, glossy black stockings that still carried the scent of ripe honey, glistening with drops of ripe nectar and sticky white fluid, softly scattered on the plush floor.

Scattered among them was a pair of glossy, lace-trimmed, long, flesh-colored stockings. These alluring stockings, still carrying the scent of the Duchess's mature and fragrant purple lace, hung softly between her black and red crystal stilettos, exuding the lingering, sweet fragrance of the Duchess's recently removed underwear.