Blood Emperor Throne

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What's even more provocative and revealing is that this light, high-slit gauze skirt is not only extremely revealing, barely covering her plump, soft, and shiny white silk stockings, but also has lace cutouts on both sides of her voluptuous and smooth white silk waist that go all the way to her waist.

This made the already barely-his-length transparent white gauze appear as an extremely cool and revealing white gauze curtain over her buttocks and a seductive, mature curtain. With her plump, fleshy legs wrapped in glossy, translucent, creamy white stockings, and her elegant, delicate white pointed-toe crystal stiletto heels that resembled bridal heels, every step she took...

The already extremely hazy white gauze curtain and light gauze curtain, which barely reached the hips, fluttered up and down.

The delicate lace camisole with a single white bow embellishment deeply accentuated the soft, ripe curves of her plump, peach-like vulva, along with the white silk clitoris that was so rich and moist from the ripe, soft, white silk stockings that could not be concealed at all, completely exposing it to the aphrodisiac fragrance in the air.

"Is it really a beast? ~ Just a savage monster I know of?"

Rowling walked through the maid quarters, the incredibly alluring scenery along the way, as if she had just experienced a beastly humiliation. On the surface, she maintained a contemptuous and dignified demeanor, but her soft, ripe, creamy breasts, like milk peaches, were already oozing a few drops of sticky, sensual scent from the aphrodisiac fragrance and the decadent scenery, wetting the delicate lace straps of her dress.

Beside the dining table, two plump, curvaceous maids in white stockings lay on the table, their flesh soft and supple, as if they had been abducted, humiliated, and violated by a savage beastman. Their soft, ripe white stockings were raised high, and with each slight tremor, drops of rich, thick white fluid would spill from their plump, ripe vulvas and soft, moist clitoris, which were wrapped in sheer white pantyhose.

The two fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk milk cakes, along with the cool and elegant crystal high-heeled sandals, had already been enjoyed by Asmodie and were now soaked in a sticky, thick white paste.

At the doorway, a beautiful and graceful maid with soft, round buttocks was bound by rough hemp rope and placed on the doorway. Her white silk hands were hoisted high, and her extremely seductive and exposed white gauze curtains were soaked with milk and spring honey. Her elegant and dignified delicate strappy crystal maid high heels and white silk fragrant feet were bound by hemp rope and spread apart in an extremely shameful M position.

The soft, sweet, and fragrant white honey core has completely transformed into the shape of Asmodal, overflowing with thick white syrup.

Under the dining table, two voluptuous and mature maids were stacked on top of each other by Asmodie, their plump, white-stockinged buttocks trembling as if they were being given birth. Their two creamy white-stockinged vulvas, exuding the sweet fragrance of mature women, and their soft, moist white-stockinged clitoris, nestled between their buttocks, had been completely filled by Asmodie as if marking out his territory.

Chapter 139 The Noblewoman and the Silk Skirt (Starting to catch up on updates, daily updates resumed, catching up on updates first)

"Head Maid, is Master resting at the maid's tea pavilion?"

As they passed the food area, the beautiful maid who had been pinned down in front of the kitchen counter by Asmodie, who was casually enjoying her plump, round buttocks in white stockings, was carrying a plate. Her gentle and charming face was dignified and elegant as she bowed her slender waist.

The maids who can enter the castle district and serve Asmodie, even those pure and lovely girls, all possess the basic qualities and dignified manners of a maid.

Even after serving Asmodée, they maintained their dignified and elegant maid etiquette.

Just like the beautiful maidservant in front of Rowling, whose body was supple and voluptuous, she appeared dignified and elegant on the surface, with a gentle smile on her charming face, seemingly unaware of anything unusual.

But her plump breasts and mature buttocks, exuding a sweet and cloying honey fragrance, were already a messy and lewd mature beauty. Her soft, plump breasts, like milky papayas, were half-exposed, and her white gauze apron was extremely sticky from being soaked in sweet milk, outlining the soft contours of her two plump breasts, comparable to ripe papayas, and the honey-ripe flesh of her slender waist.

The white lace apron, soaked in milk, sank deep into her smooth cleavage, causing her two mounds of breasts, overflowing with sweet, milky fragrance, to tremble and protrude. Whenever her plump, white-stockinged legs moved gently, they caused her two soft, fleshy mounds to sway and tremble like solidified cream cakes, bobbing and colliding from side to side.

Two plump breasts would also tremble and jump out of the white gauze apron, gently shaking up and down, creating ripples of snowy white like sweet, ripe milk bottles.

The maids' dresses were also strictly regulated, so much so that even the style of the skirt hem and the tulle skirt heels were specified in detail, and the degree to which the skirt hem, adorned with pure white lace, was lifted was also extremely precise.

But Rowling, at the moment, ignored the beautiful maid's disheveled white apron that revealed her breasts, and responded with dignified manners.

After all, this beautiful maid was pinned to the kitchen counter by that beast, who pulled out her two ripe, juicy breasts from behind and played with them at will, squeezing them for juice. Then, with a ferocious, centaur-like attack, he thrust his strong waist, and each time he fell, his two soft, ripe buttocks, like those of a child, would ripple and tremble wildly as he crushed them.

In this situation, expecting someone to maintain proper attire is perhaps a bit too much to ask.

“However, the master has almost finished enjoying the maids’ quarters,” the beautiful maid said with a smile. “If the head maid is going to look for the master, he should have almost finished the service in the rest pavilion by now.”

"If the head maid goes now, she should be able to run into her master who is being served by the maids?"

After saying this, the beautiful maid bowed dignifiedly and then left with elegant but slightly unsteady and soft steps.

Her soft, plump, and white legs, wrapped in pure, lace-trimmed stockings resembling those of a bridal bride, were soaked thoroughly with overflowing, rich, and juicy nectar, glistening with honey-like stains, resembling a jade pillar coated with honey—soft, smooth, and plump.

As for those fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk feet, their delicate outlines in the Crystal Sky High School were also shrouded in a hazy, viscous white mist. The white silk toes, adorned with mature peach-pink nail polish, could easily stir up strands of sticky white water with just a slight movement.

In Rowling's view, the two fragrant feet, lazily hooked at the white, round-mouthed, high-heeled, semi-transparent crystal stilettos, were already almost overflowing with sticky, thick white fluid. It was obvious that Asmodie had used these soft, smooth, fragrant feet more than once.

Whenever this beautiful maid lifted her alluring crystal stiletto heels, a sticky, moist white fluid would seep out between the semi-transparent crystal soles and the arches and heels of her soft, white silk-clad feet, imprinting the shape of her smooth, fragrant feet onto the transparent crystal high heels.

When she lifted her feet again, it felt as if she were stepping on thick milk; wisps of sticky white water rose from her white silk heels and crystal shoes.

In Rowling's memory, Asmodie's tastes leaned more towards mature women and beautiful women.

Despite being a wild, arrogant, and cold beast, it enjoys defiling the beautiful feet of noble and sexy mature women, elegant ladies, plump and soft feet, and tender and fragrant feet with thick, sticky, filthy white fluid. It then pours this thick, filthy white fluid into crystal high heels, high-heeled boots, and patent leather high heels that exude an alluring and enchanting foot fragrance.

Then, these noble and beautiful female knights, elegant and dignified maids, and noble and charming ladies, with arrogant, contemptuous and disgusted expressions, gracefully and dignifiedly slipped their noble silk feet, already soaked in thick white fluid, into these crystal high heels and boots that were overflowing with thick white fluid.

Even the exquisite and noble crystal-encrusted stilettos she was currently wearing were filled with thick, white fluid by Asmody. Her delicate, soft, white silk feet were completely immersed in the thick, sticky, white liquid with every step she took.

Whenever her soft, delicate white silk heels lazily slipped into the semi-transparent crystal soles of her shoes, strands of thick, milky white fluid would ooze from her heels, seeping out from her ankles, gradually spreading over the edges of the shoes, and trickling down her pure white crystal stiletto heels.

As the maid patrolled the area, each step of her elegant, pristine white crystal heels caused a trickle of viscous white liquid to spill onto the floor, leaving behind a lewd, sticky white stain.

"Eek?~~Gurgle?~~Master's?~~It's going to be full again?~~I'm so sorry?~~Eek? It's going to be thrown away again?~~"

"Gurgle?~~ Ee-hmm?~~ Milk~ Ee-oh-oh?~ The milk is overflowing~~ Ee-oh~~ Am I going to become~ a maid cow who only knows how to produce milk?~"

Just as the beautiful maid said, the service at this maid's rest pavilion was nearing its end.

The ten beautiful maids, draped in pristine, misty white veils and wrapped in long, glossy white stockings with delicate lace trim that reached their waists, were already being violated by Asmodie, this savage and ferocious beast, until their white veils were soaked with sweet, ripe milk and honey.

Pairs of pointed-toe, low-cut, lace-trimmed, pure white crystal stilettos in the style of wedding dresses were scattered everywhere. The pure, translucent, and honey-scented long white wedding dress stockings were soaked in sticky, thick white fluid mixed with sweet, ripe nectar, making them incredibly sticky and greasy.

Ten elegant and mature female maids, with plump breasts, ripe buttocks, and honey-like bodies, were all used and exhausted by Asmodian.

Only two of the most voluptuous and plump blondes remained, being subjected to Asmodian's extremely seductive and skillful restraint, like stacks of cream cakes, one after another, placed face to face on the tea table, enduring his ferocious and savage attacks, as fierce as a large wolfhound.

Both beauties were plump, mature women with full breasts and ripe buttocks. In the maid's rest pavilion, their two plump, ripe breasts, bursting with juice, almost filled the hazy, semi-transparent white suspender dress to the brim. Their plump, soft, ripe buttocks were especially oily and slippery, soaked with the rich, ripe juices that overflowed from their glistening, fragrant sweat as they swayed and collided with their plump, soft buttocks.

The white suspender dress could only serve as a curtain for breasts. The pure white lace suspenders, as pure as a wedding dress, were squeezed between these two plump, soft, and mature white buttocks. They were like two soft, mature milk cakes, deeply squeezed between the rich, white, and smooth fat that seemed to be able to be oozing honey with a single poke, leaving marks that were extremely honey-ripe and fleshy, making one's mouth dry.

But right now, these two lumps of rich, creamy milk, piled up like milk cakes in turn, are softly stacked together, flattened and collapsed, just like two pairs of creamy, creamy cakes with their hair combed up like a manicured hairstyle.

Amidst Asmodée's ferocious and savage offensive, they collided incessantly, their collisions resembling two milky water balloons, trembling wildly and creating ripples of snowy, soft, creamy milk, before grinding each other into a soft, creamy, honey-like shape.

Two mounds of flesh, bound by long, white stockings, left soft, moist marks, their honey-like fat so rich it would ooze honey at the slightest touch. These plump, ripe buttocks, exuding a voluptuous, honeyed aroma and shimmering with an oily, honey-colored hue, were piled together by Asmodie in a seductive, creamy, peach-like state, like two soft, ripe peach buns stacked side by side.

Two soft, juicy, and plump loaves of cream buns, like ripe peaches soaked in honey, are not wrapped in white stockings or bound by delicate lace straps. If you lift them slightly when they are soft and ripe, they will reveal the glistening, sticky honey lines.

If Asmodie's strong waist pounded and slapped her plump, soft buttocks like a heavy hammer pounding honey cake, she would spray out strands of mellow, fragrant honey nectar amidst the grinding caused by the unstoppable swaying of her buttocks.

"Oh no! It's lost! Oh no! It's going to be lost?!"

"Huh? So deep? Hmm? It's broken? Huh?~~~"

The beautiful maid below had her soft, smooth, white silk-clad feet grasped by Asmodie, who then positioned her in an extremely seductive split. Her two elegant and beautiful white lace-trimmed maid crystal high heels became the perfect shoes for the man's rampage, dangling messily from her delicate white toes adorned with peach-pink nail polish.

Two plump, white, and juicy mounds became the soft cushions for the maid's honeyed feast, overflowing with nectar as they were bumped and pushed. With each thrust of Asmody's hips, they were crushed into soft, ripe milk cakes, trembling and swaying in waves of ripe, juicy buttocks.

The beautiful maid above was suspended high by Asmodie using platinum chains as exquisite anklets, bound and restrained like a lewd female dog. Her jade hands, adorned with white lace short gloves, were also suspended high, making her a suspended maid armor that Asmodie could use at will.

Two soft, plump, and fragrant buttocks became Asmodeus's maid-style lance sheaths for his use. Whenever Asmodeus's hard and solid waist pressed down on them, they would collapse softly like melted cream, their buttocks trembling like waves of butter.

That ferocious, thick, and savage lance, each time it pierced through a galloping chariot, created a random honey pot.

Sometimes upwards, the vulva, already soaked in the nectar of the mature female flower, is roughly pried open, the plump and soft buttocks are pounded and the nectar splashes everywhere.

Sometimes downwards, like a stone pestle pounding sweet, sticky rice cakes in spring, it transforms the soft, plump, white, and creamy abalone into a soft, sticky rice cake brimming with mellow, sweet spring juice, and then uses the nectar from the ground to splash as it is planted and driven into the soil.

And whenever these two beautiful maids' soft, plump, and juicy buttocks were swayed wildly from side to side by the impact, their soft, tender, and juicy buds would be fully exposed to the ferocious beast, exuding a sweet, sensual fragrance. They would be stretched open and filled with fluids again and again amidst their soft, sensual cries, until they were used until they were overflowing with white fluid.

The pristine white crystal heels held firmly in Asmody's hands, with the increasingly ferocious and savage riding attack, were now dangling softly over those two fragrant white silk-clad feet. The pure, transparent crystal soles and the soft, moist, and fragrant white silk-clad heels, exuding a mature, honey-like fragrance, seemed to be waiting for Asmody to fill them with each gentle sway of the heels.

The two fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk feet, suspended high by the platinum anklet, were bound together to form a very elegant white silk crystal high-heeled foot socket. The soft and tender arches of the feet faced upwards, and the two elegant and pure white lace-trimmed crystal high heels were like crystal cups filled with sweet and sticky milk cakes, upside down on them, with the heels pointing upwards and swaying slightly.

Asmodian's massive, ferocious beast transformed into a sledgehammer, relentlessly swung, pressing the two beautiful maids' ripe, white-stockinged buttocks, stacked on top of each other, against the ground like a pestle striking a sweet, ripe milk cake. Each time the buttocks trembled wildly, a squelching sound of water would accompany the splashing of ripe female nectar from between their slick, fat clefts.

Their two mounds of steaming, rich, milky-scented breasts, already soaked in sweet, creamy milk, would ripple like soft, creamy waves in Rowling's eyes whenever Asmodie, the arrogant and savage male centaur, launched his galloping attack. The two mounds of plump breasts would sway and tremble, spilling sweet, rich milk.

Rowling's beautiful emerald green eyes, brimming with pink hearts, gazed at the maid's rest room, which was originally filled with the sweet aroma of milk and tea, but was now completely permeated with the mature honey scent mixed with the rich and creamy aroma of milk.

The floor of the maid's rest pavilion was covered with pools of fragrant, sticky nectar from ripe female flowers. Even the corners of the tables, chair legs, tea tables, plates, sofa legs, and even the originally hazy and light gauze curtains were soaked and drenched by the sticky nectar.

What splashed and scattered everywhere was not only the sweet and succulent nectar of the mature woman, but also the sweet and succulent milk that splashed out as the plump breasts swayed, and the white milk that spilled out as the breasts swayed.

Pairs of pure white, translucent crystal high heels, still exuding a sweet, mature feminine fragrance, were completely filled with thick, sticky white fluid, spilling out in pools of rich, ripe nectar.

These pristine white crystal maid heels, as elegant as wedding gowns, might have just been adorning the soft, smooth, fragrant feet of these beautiful maids. With each step their plump, voluptuous legs took, the crisp sound of their crystal heels echoed across the floor.

Each time the crystal heel fell, it would create a fragrant, sensual crevice between the soft, white silk heels and arches of the feet, seemingly enticing Asmodeus, his sole master, to unleash his thick, savage beast from behind, penetrating their sweet-smelling crystal heels until the thick, white fluid filled the soles.

And now, just as these beautiful maids had tempted them, these noble and elegant white lace-trimmed crystal maid stilettos had become the vessel for Asmodie's savagery. After being used by Asmodie and filled with thick, sticky white semen, they were scattered messily on the floor of the maid rest pavilion.

Aside from the crystal maid heels filled with thick white liquid scattered everywhere, the white wedding dresses with straps, already soaked in rich milk and sensual fluid, were also scattered haphazardly in pools of fragrant honey. The long white lace stockings, still warm and sweet, were also soaked in sticky white liquid and hung softly beside pairs of white crystal heels.

This is not to say that these ten beautiful maids, with their plump breasts, fleshy buttocks, and alluring gourd-shaped bodies, failed to fulfill their duties of service.

It is not to say that these ten gentle and dignified female servants were not skilled in their service and did not allow Asmodie to get enough rest.

In reality, the beauties who were able to enter this maid's rest pavilion were all ten carefully selected from those who had originally served Asmodeus as her personal maids. They had been serving Asmodeus for nearly two months.

They are proficient in all kinds of dignified and elegant maid etiquette, and their gentle service skills have been fully demonstrated in these two months. Their gentle and dignified mature beauty, as well as their ripe and sweet-smelling female flesh that is full of feminine fragrance, along with their soft, plump, creamy peach-shaped, sweet-smelling abalone, are all Asmodé's favorite styles.

Indeed, in the presence of Asmodie, a man brimming with masculine charm, and his thick, ferocious lance as fierce as a centaur's, the ripe, honeyed bodies of these beautiful maids were almost instantly filled with the erotic fragrance of Asmodie's monstrous lance, causing them to raise their beautiful heads, their plump buttocks trembling wildly as they reached their climax, their honeyed tongues half-protruding.

Only Asmodeus's tall, strong, marble-sculpted physique and his arrogant, savage, centaur-like, relentless, and ferocious attacks could defeat ten dignified, mature, and beautiful female servants with mature breasts and honeyed flesh, and possess an overwhelming advantage.

Whether it was Asmodeus holding and tasting the milk cake, kneading the plump and soft buttocks, or splitting open the two halves of the plump, juicy, white buttocks like solidified peaches, exposing the plump, soft abalone and the soft, sweet stamens, allowing the beast to roam freely and squeeze until the honey sap splashed and overflowed.

All of this was enough to make these beautiful maids, whose bodies were ripe and sweet, surrender in just a few rounds, their peach-pink eyes rolling back, their fragrant, sweet tongues half-protruding, their faces full of infatuation.

"Goo-hoo?~~ Eek?~~"

"Eek? ~~Gurgle? ~~"

Under Asmodie's savage, wolf-like onslaught, the two beautiful maids' soft, seductive moans lost all trace of their maidly decorum and elegance, reduced to mere sensual pleasures. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Their soft, plump buttocks, exuding a sweet, honey-like fragrance and a glossy, honey-colored sheen, were soaked by the splashing female nectar and the fragrant sweat seeping out, making them as smooth and slippery as a soft cake smeared with sweet, ripe cream, with a lingering, warm, and fragrant aroma.

The once-smooth, plump, and ripe abalone, soaked in the nectar of a mature woman, had completely transformed into the shape of Asmodie after the ferocious beast withdrew, overflowing with the sweet nectar of a mature woman and dripping with viscous white fluid.

As for the soft, plump clitoris hidden between the two mounds of creamy, ripe buttocks, it was completely taken over by Asmodie, who then labeled it with thick, sticky white semen as his own special clitoris.

After placing the two beautiful maids in the stacked mountains as his own.

This savage and ferocious beast, dripping with thick, sticky white fluid and ripe nectar, began to invade the fragrant, soft, white silk crystal heels of the two beautiful maids.

Placed in the lower position and arranged in an extremely seductive split, her two soft, smooth, and fleshy white silk-stockinged feet, filled with a languid fragrance, were joined together by Asmodal to form a white silk crystal high-heeled foot hole that exuded a feminine scent.

Asmodie first drove the savage and ferocious beast, which, with the help of the soaking and ravaging of the noble and elegant white silk-clad feet, squeezed from below into the beautiful, overlapping white silk-clad feet, roughly spreading the two white silk-clad feet apart, the crystal heels swaying slightly.

Then, she took off two pure white crystal high heels and placed the two noble and elegant pure white transparent lace pointed crystal stilettos with pointed tips, which exuded the sweet fragrance of her beautiful mother's feet, together on the tea table, so that her soft, smooth and fragrant white silk soles overlapped and joined together.

The ferocious beast would sometimes rampage and ravage between the soft, moist, honey-scented white silk arches of her feet, staining them with sticky, thick filth.

Sometimes it would burst in from the soft, smooth heels, spreading apart the two white silk milk cake-scented feet that were pressed together. The ferocious beast head pushed its way through the smooth, fleshy white silk heels, entered the slippery arch of the foot and was wrapped by the soft, smooth sole, then burst out from the noble and elegant toes, until it was wrapped by the white silk tender toes adorned with peach pink nail polish. After rounds of rough riding, a torrent of water poured out.

The sticky, thick white fluid not only gushed out from between the soft, silky toes that covered the ferocious beast head, but also poured into and filled the pure white crystal wedding heels below, which were stacked together and exuded a feminine fragrance and heat.

The pair of smooth, plump, translucent white silk crystal high-heeled feet placed above, suspended high together, offered Asmodie another way to play and enjoy.

After this exhilarating ride, the two elegant, pristine white crystal high heels hung softly on the smooth, silky soles of her feet. Asmodeus's ferocious beast, aided by the lubrication of her mature form, lifted the transparent crystal shoes draped over her silky soles.

The ferocious, burning beastly body roughly squeezed into the gap between her soft, smooth white silk-stockinged arches and transparent crystal high heels, which exuded a feminine fragrance. It repeatedly pushed up and down the two crystal high heels that were already softly hanging on her white silk-stockinged feet. Rather than invading her silk-stockinged feet, it was more like invading these crystal high heels that still retained a feminine fragrance.

The savage and ferocious beast was completely placed on the two smooth and soft white silk feet that were intertwined and pressed together. The ferocious beast head repeatedly broke into the soft gap between the crystal high heel sole and the white silk arch, invading the pair of milk cake silk feet and the wedding crystal high heels at the same time.

Mina's white toes, also adorned with peach-pink nail polish, sometimes stretched out and sometimes curled up during these rounds of invasions, with white mist rising from her toes, staining her already semi-transparent crystal high heels.

As the ferocious beast's savage and fiery rage erupted and poured forth, the pair of soft, white, crystal-embroidered wedding heels, draped over her white silk-clad, milk-cake-scented feet, and presented themselves as works of art, became an inverted vessel.

When the thick, sticky torrent of water pressed against the warm, transparent crystal high heels and poured out its scalding heat, strands of thick, white turbidity trickled down the semi-transparent crystal sole and upper, soaking the two milk cake-scented feet in the aura of wild beasts.

As Rowling stepped into the servants' rest pavilion, Asmodie, the sole master of the castle, the only male in the entire banquet, and the controller of all the females in the entire seductive banquet, was sitting quietly on the soft sofa, his chin in his hand, holding four platinum chains.

Two of them were Elena and Ellie, the two sisters who served as the second-in-commands of the Platinum Rose Knights.

These two elegant and graceful female knights sat with their feet clad in gorgeous, glossy black stockings and boots, their long, sexy legs bent and pressed together.

The two sisters, their alluring peach-purple eyes covered by black lace blindfolds, their long, slender necks connected by platinum chains, knelt on either side of Asmodeus like docile female knights and beautiful dogs. Their two round, plump, glossy black-stockinged buttocks were raised high, allowing Asmodeus's fingertips to part their slits of flesh beneath the sheer black pantyhose.

And there's the beautiful and charming knight Daisanna, with her mature and voluptuous buttocks and a naturally ripe, honey-scented body; and the gentle and graceful maid Isabella, with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks and a honey-scented, fragrant body, wearing white stockings.

Right now, their peach-purple alluring eyes and soft eyes, which were also shaped like peach hearts, were covered with bright purple lace openwork eye masks and pure white lace openwork eye masks, respectively. Their fleshy, mature, and firm long legs in glossy black stockings and their soft and plump, translucent white stockings were kneeling together in front of Asmodie.

The man held the platinum chains around the necks of both the knight commander and the beautiful, mature maid in white silk stockings, causing their plump, glossy black silk stockings to tremble and fall, revealing their soft, white silk stockings and plump, milky buttocks that exuded the sweet fragrance of mature femininity.

They knelt obediently before Asmodie, their full, luscious lips parting slightly to kiss the proud, ferocious beast. Their sweet, tender tongues swirled and danced, cleansing and servicing the battle-scarred, menacing lance.

"I've come as you requested, you savage and brutal beast?"

Rowling, with an arrogant and disdainful expression, approached Asmodie in her stiletto heels, which were filled with thick, white fluid. With an air of extreme disgust, as if she were forced to display her mature beauty to this man, she lifted her almost transparent high-slit tulle skirt with disgust, her jade-like hands, adorned with long, sheer white silk gloves, on her fingers.

Asmodian rested his chin on his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, enjoying the cleaning and service from the maids and beautiful knights while watching the haughty and elegant head maid display the masterpiece he had created earlier.

Those legs, encased in glossy, translucent white stockings that resembled cream, and plump, soft, and smooth like honey, were as noble and elegant as a white wedding dress with crystal high heels. However, the white, pointed, ankle-ringed crystal stilettos filled with thick white fluid gradually revealed Asmodé's masterpiece.

As the already hazy white gauze curtain and light honey curtain were gradually lifted, the two plump, soft mounds, like creamy, white silk, exuding a rich, sensual fragrance and a glossy honey color, were exposed to the fragrant air.

The delicate lace camisole with a single white bow, worn with openwork straps, deeply accentuated the plump, peach-like curves of her ripe, voluptuous vulva, revealing it in a state of mature, sensual abundance, overflowing with thick, white fluid.

After displaying Asmodée's masterpiece, she knelt with arrogance and disgust, like a docile white-stockinged maid dog, revealing the white lace collar beneath her jade-like neck, her plump, ripe, white-stockinged buttocks raised high, and her fragrant, soft, and plump breasts swaying gently.

After picking up the platinum chain with her soft, ripe lips and handing it to Asmodie, she then pressed her soft, sweet lips against the ferocious beast's head, her emerald green eyes filled with hearts, declaring her loyalty.

The final part of this seductive banquet naturally involved a thorough and detailed negotiation between Asmodie and the ladies who had organized it.