Blood Emperor Throne

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The milk spring pasture, filled with the sweet aroma of milk and the misty steam, is like a place where mature female dairy cows, brimming with milk and producing rich, delicious milk, are confined.

Maid Milk Spring, as the name suggests, sounds like a gushing source of milk.

But in reality, this maid milk spring is an area that produces milk. After bathing in the maid ranch, the beautiful maids, feeling relaxed and languid, change into working cow outfits and are led one by one by the working maids of the maid milk spring to their exclusive ranch for milking.

Rows of fences, constructed with white fir wood and pure white gauze, form individual milking areas for dairy cows.

Every mature female cow that steps into the milk spring is separated by a white veil, in order to prevent the cows from collapsing due to milking and to better collect freshly squeezed, sweet milk.

Therefore, instead of kneeling and holding up their two plump, soft breasts as they used to do when extracting fresh milk from Asmodie, each mature female cow was bound and suspended by her hands with pure white silk gauze, her fair back slightly bent.

Two white, creamy milk melons, brimming with rich, creamy milk, hung like sweet, ripe milk cakes from slender branches, trembling as they fell, adorned with silvery milk chains, posing as a mature female cow should be when being milked.

To further improve milk production efficiency, these mature female dairy cows, with their buttocks covered in nylon stockings, had to be raised high, and their plump, tender legs, clad in nylon stockings, stood apart on transparent crystal high heels specially made for the milk fountain, so that the maids working there could easily carry out the milking work.

Outside the cow pen, the ground is made of clean, non-slip white marble. The crisp, light sound of crystal high heels echoing on the ground reverberates through the milky, misty cow pen.

One by one, women draped in soft, transparent white gauze dresses, their legs encased in sheer white stockings with lace trim, and wearing high heels with white crystal platforms specifically designed for their work, gracefully carried specially made wooden milking buckets.

The white-stockinged maids working at Maid Milk Spring are divided into two types.

One type consists of beautiful maids in white stockings with plump breasts and fleshy buttocks. Their clothing consists of a white gag for restraint, a white silver milk chain for easy milking, and an almost transparent white gauze maid skirt. They also carry a white lace blindfold specifically for milking.

She was only wearing sheer, glossy white stockings that covered her buttocks, and her soft, fragrant white feet were adorned with pure white T-shaped toe rings, silver chain straps, and crystal stiletto heels.

These individuals are responsible for milking these mature female cows, transporting milk, and providing various dairy products for the entire city of female slaves.

However, if there is not enough high-quality milk today, they are backup cows to make up for the lack of milk supply today. But in most cases, high-quality milk is often very abundant, and sometimes the reserves are even overflowing. The surplus milk is used to make dairy products such as cream, milk cakes, pastries, and butter.

The second type consists of these maids who wear soft, white gauze dresses, long, sheer white stockings with lace trim, and transparent, crystal-studded platform heels. (The last sentence appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

However, these maids are all pure, lovely, and petite maid girls.

They were all daughters of maids in the first category of work. In the maid milk spring, their only job was to milk these mature female cows. Their petite and soft figures were as agile and nimble as elves. They carried specially made wooden buckets and moved lightly through the milk-scented maid milk spring.

In addition, when their beauties act as dairy cows, they also need to blush with their pure and lovely faces to milk them and carry the milk to the kitchen of the slave city.

According to the daily work of this ranch, the milk source from the maid ranch consists of maids who need to work on the ranch, and they are dressed in lace outfits specifically for milking.

A lace blindfold with openwork, a white gag for restraint, a milk chain for easy milking, and oil-silk pantyhose that cover the buttocks.

Among the items, the openwork lace blindfolds help calm the cows, while the white binding bandages and gags help maintain the tranquil atmosphere of the maid's milk fountain during milking.

The white milk chain makes milking easier. When milking these delicate young maids, there's no need to lift their soft, ripe breasts; simply hook the milk chain and hang the milky nipples on the suction device. The sheer stockings covering their buttocks prevent the nectar from dripping onto the ground.

However, the working maids at the Maid Milk Spring do not need to equip these milk sources with this milking suit.

Because these milkers, after their defeat and apology, had already changed into milking suits one by one when they bowed to Asmodeus to apologize. Asmodeus then led them, by the platinum dog leashes around their necks, into the cowshed, where they were put on white lace blindfolds and waited for the maid girls in charge of their work.

The soft, mature women, bound by openwork gags, exuded a sweet, sensual fragrance. Their gentle, spring-like eyes, hidden beneath openwork lace blindfolds, were filled with peach-shaped hearts. Soft milk cakes, adorned with white milk chains, drooped like milk melons due to gravity, dripping drops of sweet, mature milk onto the non-slip marble-carved floor.

However, the maids working here were clearly aware that this batch of milk sources was particularly special.

Therefore, when these cows were bound by their hands with light gauze and hoisted high, forced to raise their ripe, plump, oily udders to await fertilization, their ripe, tender udders, filled with the fragrance of ripe udder honey, and their honeyed buds hidden between their two greasy, oily buttocks, were all covered only by a hazy, semi-transparent light gauze.

This move was, of course, to allow Asmodée to watch the cows he had brought being milked while he lifted the hazy, semi-transparent gauze curtain, and with just a straight back, he could, under the gentle care of the maids, freely perform fertilization and impregnation on these ripe and succulent female cows.

Meanwhile, Countess Osalia, wearing a pair of bright purple pointed-toe crystal stilettos and a bright purple openwork lace blindfold, shyly raised her plump, soft, and voluptuous breasts, which were covered by translucent, fleshy, lace-covered stockings.

Wearing a pair of alluring red pointed-toe crystal stilettos, her captivating eyes adorned with a black lace blindfold, Duchess Olissa, with her voluptuous, glossy black stockings and her soft, plump breasts wrapped in a voluptuous black bodysuit, exuded a seductive and noble air.

These two were Asmodal's exclusive ladies.

Isabella, the maid who wore white crystal strappy sandals with open toes, her shy eyes covered by a white lace blindfold, her plump legs pressed together, forcing her soft, creamy buttocks to be raised high, her large breasts draped in light gauze and white fabric, exuding sweet milk.

They were all put into a cow pen, waiting for Asmodie to milk them.

However, before that, the maids need to make preparations for milking these mature female cows.

During this time, Asmodée can visit the maid brothel and maid garden to enjoy the maid prostitutes in the brothel and the maid milk tea in the garden.

Asmodée's personal maid brothel, a room exclusively for him, adorned with a peach-pink crystal chandelier, with an overall atmosphere of hazy, dim peach-pink, and all the furnishings and furniture designed with a romantic theme.

However, right now, on that Gothic bed shaped like a peach-purple heart, a primal and savage scene of sexual intercourse is unfolding, accompanied by the soft, tearful cries of a young girl.

"Eee-woo-woo?~~ Elsa wants?~~ Eee-ha~ It's broken?~ Hmm?~"

"Hmm?~ I'm going to be violated by my master until I lose it?~ Eeeeee?~~~"

A pure and lovely girl with a delicate and soft figure like a cream cake, wearing fragrant white silk stockings, is being brutally pounded by Asmodie's tall and strong body, like a savage and furious bull ravaging a tender and cute little white rabbit.

The girl's pure and lovely face was covered with tender red peach pastries, and her pure and flawless apricot-colored autumn eyes were filled with crystal tears due to being too emotional and shy, and her eyes kept turning into dreamy peach hearts.

Her soft, slender legs, encased in sheer white pantyhose, and her delicate feet, as soft and creamy as ice cream, were helplessly dangling from Asmodé's strong, marble-like waist, as he thrust into her with a ferocious, almost slamming, assault.

The disordered chapters are urgent!

Chapter 164 Maid's Wedding

The Maid Comfort House is a private maid brothel set up solely for Asmodeus, serving only him and consisting of only one room.

However, this consolation house is not like a milk-producing maid ranch, where anyone, whether a female knight, maid, or noblewoman, can enter as long as they meet the requirements.

Those who serve here are all carefully selected maids; all the maids in the entire slave city are listed in a roster.

Whether it's a gentle and graceful maid, an elegant and beautiful maid, a noble and dignified maid, or a lovely maid girl in white stockings, or a delicate and pure maid girl in white stockings, Asmodie can choose any of them.

In addition, Asmodie can choose from a variety of options, including a mother-daughter duo consisting of a gentle and beautiful maid in white stockings and a pure and lovely girl in white stockings; twin maid sisters in white stockings who are charming and lovely; and a sister duo consisting of a pure and lovely delicate maid girl and a graceful and elegant maid older sister.

As for silk skirts and gauze dresses, as well as various stockings and high heels, they were all chosen according to Asmodé's personal preferences.

Leaving the Maid's Milk Spring and pushing open a snow-white gate, you'll find yourself in a dignified, peach-purple courtyard style, adorned with soft peach-pink crystal chandeliers, creating a particularly warm and inviting maid's boudoir.

The entrance to the facility features a pink heart-shaped sign with the words "Comfort Home" engraved in a soft pattern.

Upon entering this consolation house in Asmodée, the first thing that catches the eye is a long corridor adorned with peach-pink crystal chandeliers and pinkish-purple gauze, creating a particularly ambiguous atmosphere.

"Welcome to the Maid Comfort Home, Master?"

On either side of the corridor stood two voluptuous maids in white silk stockings, their figures exuding a voluptuous, smooth, and fragrant beauty. Their breasts were soft and white, and their buttocks were encased in suspenders and white silk stockings, forming a shape reminiscent of a maid's wedding dress. They wore only transparent white gauze aprons with corsets and long lace gloves, reminiscent of a wedding dress.

Her plump, soft legs, clad in white lace stockings and wearing white bridal platform crystal stilettos, bowed to Asmodée with a blush of sweet blush, and then led him into the consolation courtyard with elegant steps.

These two gentle and beautiful maids in white silk not only have plump and graceful figures, but also have elegant golden hair styled in maid buns and adorned with snow-white maid headbands, resembling bridal gowns. They are also a pair of selected twin sisters.

The elder sister, Isa, has sweet, soft lips adorned with a charming beauty mark, making her figure appear even more voluptuous and mature. Her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks give her a very sensual and natural look. The younger sister, Ina, has soft, peach-pink eyes adorned with a gentle beauty mark, making her figure even more supple and mature. Her plump breasts and soft buttocks give her a gourd-shaped figure that appears as soft as if sculpted from cream.

What's even more remarkable is that both of these white-stockinged maid sisters have a pure and lovely white-stockinged maid daughter working in this comfort house.

Two maid sisters dressed in pure white silk wedding gowns, along with their innocent and lovely maid daughter, serve as his personal mother-daughter flower prostitutes in Asmodé's private maid brothel, possessing both the qualities of a mother and daughter and sisters.

This characteristic alone is enough to make Asmodie as a bull.

With elegant and dignified steps, their gentle, peach-pink eyes glanced back at Asmodeus, their faces softened with tenderness, as they gently recounted the story of the comfort home to Asmodeus.

"This comfort home is exclusively for you, master. You may come here at any time, or bring other women here to rest at any time."

"The maids who perform their duties in the brothel, including my sisters, are all listed in the roster. You may choose any one of them."

"Of course, if the master does not wish to rest in this comfort courtyard, he can select his favorite maid from the roster, specify the location and dress requirements, and the maid selected by you will come to this location to serve you."

Asmody listened to their story, but his indifferent, savage black eyes, like a savage bull about to enjoy a ripe female brood, scrutinized the honeyed, soft, and beautiful backs of the two white-stockinged maid sisters.

The hazy, transparent white gauze aprons could not conceal their soft, plump backs and fleshy waists, all wrapped in white lace suspenders adorned with pure white roses.

Two taut, white halter straps wrapped around the sisters' plump, soft, and creamy buttocks, leaving soft, greasy marks like the straps of a milk cake package. Meanwhile, their plump, creamy vulvas, brimming with sensual ripeness, were completely exposed and exposed.

Whenever the two sisters, clad in bridal-style lace-trimmed stockings and wearing white bridal platform crystal stilettos, lowered their fragrant, soft, white silk-stockinged feet, their two mounds of plump, white buttocks, encased in the lace stockings, would tremble and ripple with soft, mature waves.

Each time their plump buttocks trembled like soft fat filled with milk and honey, their tender, moist buds, comparable to those of young girls, would appear and disappear hazily before Asmodie's erect, thick, and savage beast. The butterfly-shaped fleshy vulva, adorned with golden, lush grass, would drip down their mature, white silk thighs.

The two maids, who should have been gentle and dignified, wearing white silk stockings, faced Asmodie, who was completely naked and had a savage, ferocious lance held high, and simply smiled with peach pastries, their gentle eyes filled with love.

Their gait carried a subtle, alluring quality, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their soft, ripe, and moist vulvas were completely exposed to Asmodian's savage gaze.

This savage and ferocious beast would always subtly press against their soft, fleshy buttocks, causing their honey-like buttocks to sink slightly and leaving male wetness marks, yet they felt no sense of desecration whatsoever.

On the contrary, their soft, tender, white-silk-clad buttocks would always tremble slightly, creating soft, mature waves that rolled over this male lance other than their husbands.

Yes, these blonde maids in white stockings are not widows; their husbands are currently living in the city of Castella.

But their husbands, who were working as minor sheriffs in the city of Castella, had no idea what was going on.

They are the mature and beautiful wife and the pure and lovely daughter who are serving as maids in the castle. Now, they are serving as Asmodie's private maid brothel, comforting prostitutes as Asmodie's private mother and daughter maids.

The sisters, Isa and Ina, were married to a pair of brothers. These brothers, who were originally lowly knights and squires of nobles, were weak and incompetent. However, the sisters, Isa and Ina, did their best to maintain the household chores, do needlework, and help their weak and useless husbands.

Furthermore, their weak and incompetent husbands, due to their cowardly nature, all had unspeakable secrets, and therefore, after they became pregnant, they never touched them again.

In addition, due to their busy work as knights' squires, the two brothers, who were fathers, never touched their daughters, only seeing them briefly a few times on weekdays.

After Asmodeus eliminated the noble class and the profession of knight squire, they had nowhere to go and no job. The two families, who could only rely on a meager salary, could not even make a living and had to move to the newly built Castelia Castle.

Furthermore, along the way, the family was attacked by beastmen, and the two sisters and their innocent and lovely daughter were almost kidnapped and used as breeding beds for the beastmen.

If Asmodai hadn't rescued them on their return journey, these two pairs of mothers and daughters would likely already be in their dark, damp, and stench-filled lair, being brutally violated by those savage beastmen, their bodies covered in filthy fur, until they were pregnant.

Even after Asmodel rescued them and brought them to Castellania, their situation remained unchanged. As a knight's squire, her husband could only find manual labor, and their lives were extremely difficult.

In order to maintain their family, and also out of a desire to repay Asmodie for saving their lives, these two sisters, who were already married, made a shameful decision that made them feel weak with shame.

Chapter 165 The White Silk Mother and Daughter Rice Bowl You Ordered

On Asmodée's journey back to Castellania, he encountered the blonde sisters Isa and Ina, and their lovely daughter.

She briefly lived in the private tents of the princess knights who accompanied him in the army, while their husbands lived in the male soldiers' tents at a distance.

In the dead of night, while Isha and Ina's husbands were still soundly asleep in their tents.

Unaware that their gentle and beautiful blonde wife, wearing a thick, ankle-length, neat trench coat, her charming face full of soft shyness, her fragrant, plump white silk feet, treading on a pair of white lacquered red platform stilettos, stepped into Asmodal's tent.

The next day, when Asmodée led his army back to Castellania, Isa and Ina's husbands were overjoyed to find they had suddenly been appointed as sheriffs.

Although the sheriff was just a minor official, and under Castella's strict management of officials, he couldn't make any extra money, his salary and benefits were very generous, and he didn't have to worry about his personal safety.

The only downside is that, as sheriffs, they have to live near the military camps in the city and patrol until late every day, leaving them little time to spend with their wives and daughters.

After getting the job as sheriffs, the two husbands, who were originally just lowly knight squires, were overjoyed and went to their gentle and beautiful wives to share the good news.

Completely unaware that their wives' gentle and charming faces still retained a hint of intoxicating blush, and their already ripe and succulent flesh seemed to have been thoroughly moistened, exuding a honeyed fragrance that made their mouths dry.

Her gentle, autumn-water-like eyes had somehow turned into a beautiful peach-pink color.

They were completely unaware that beneath their wives' conservative and dignified silk dresses, their ripe and juicy flesh was completely exposed, and their once elegant white lace bra and close-fitting white lace panties had vanished without a trace.

Her entire body was covered in lewd and depraved marks of love and humiliation. Her creamy, milky white flesh was covered with finger marks. Her tender, soft, and moist vulva and her smooth, moist clitoris looked as if she had been ravaged and violated by a savage and furious bull all night. She had completely degenerated into the rough and savage form of a wild beast. Her nectar flowed down, and her white fluids were almost overflowing.

Beside their mature, fleshy legs, encased in white stockings with lace trim, the older sister, Isa, wrote a highly ambiguous tally mark, while the younger sister, Ina, wrote a half-tally mark.

The two husbands were completely unaware of this.

Just last night, while they were fast asleep in a nearby tent, having survived the ordeal,...

Their gentle and beautiful wives were in Asmodian's tent, their tender and charming faces radiating a captivating and alluring beauty, their soft and sweet lips overflowing with a sensual mist. With a shy air, they slowly lifted their thick, ankle-length overcoats in front of this man.

Beneath these thick trench coats, their honey-scented, ripe, and smooth white flesh was only dressed in the pure white lace halter-neck dresses and lace-trimmed sheer white stockings they wore on their wedding day.

Two soft, fragrant mounds of milk were tightly bound by a low-cut lace camisole, leaving soft, delicate marks. The snowy milk fat overflowed, and the plump, soft, white silk camisole covered the soft buttocks. Only a patch of pure white lace camisole panties was deeply embedded between the two tender, dripping butterflies.

As they were slightly annoyed by the mosquitoes in their tents, they haphazardly swatted at them to drive them away.

Their beautiful wives, dressed in white wedding gowns and white stockings, were kneeling beneath the men who stood beside them, their gentle and charming faces blushing with shyness as they gazed intently at the savage lance that was far more ferocious and menacing than they were.

While they were scratching themselves from the mosquito bites, their beautiful wife in white silk held up her two soft, snowy breasts, which had been used to nurse a daughter and were filled with the aroma of milk, and pressed them against that ferocious beast. Between their sweet and sticky lips, the fragrance of honey was sweet and sticky.

What they didn't know was that when they got up in the night, completely unaware that not far from them, in a tent shrouded in curtains, a scene of springtime passion, enough to make any male's blood boil, was being reflected on the tent by the dim light.

The tent, shrouded in mist, reflected the figure of a tall, muscular man, as well as the gentle reflection of two clearly sisterly figures, their bodies ripe and voluptuous, their soft, fleshy buttocks clad in stockings and garter belts, as they leaned over the desk.

If either of these husbands had taken a single glance, they would have immediately recognized that these were their two gentle and beautiful mature wives in white stockings.

And they could watch as that tall, strong male grabbed their wives' hands, which were adorned with lace wedding gloves, forcing them to prop up their plump, juicy upper bodies on the desk. He then used a brutal, savage rear-entry position, thrusting his strong, solid waist against their white-stockinged beauties' soft, ripe buttocks, which were as smooth as milk cakes. The two mounds of soft, juicy buttocks were completely slammed down, and glistening nectar splashed onto the tent curtains.

But clearly, thanks to the curtain, the two husbands who got up in the middle of the night couldn't see their gentle and beautiful wives at all.

Asmodie's savage rear-entry assault brought her jade neck to the brim, her soft, honeyed breasts bobbing up and down as they were pounded, spilling sweet, ripe milk. Her half-protruding honeyed tongue dripped nectar, and her soft, ripe butterfly-shaped vulva was violated in repeated brutal and savage conquests, resulting in a sensual reflection of her nectar-splattered vulva.

What they couldn't see was that when they returned to their tent after chatting, their wives, who were usually so gentle with them, were riding on the man's strong and sturdy waist. Their jade hands, clad in white wedding silk gloves, were resting on his broad chest. Their tongues were half-protruding as they moved up and down in their soft, white silk suspenders, their plump breasts, overflowing with milk, swaying up and down in soft, creamy waves.

Isa and Ina, two husbands who were usually cowardly and incompetent and couldn't even protect their wives and daughters, were completely unaware of all this.

However, when they looked at their wives' increasingly voluptuous and supple white bodies, and the intoxicating peach blossom charm emanating from their gentle and alluring faces, these two impotent and useless husbands actually got aroused, thinking of using this as an excuse to invite their daughter to a tavern in the city to celebrate.

However, the beautiful sisters, who had already been reduced to the shape of Asmodie and whose lower abdomens were etched with the erotic markings unique to him, naturally rejected their cowardly and incompetent husbands.

The two husbands who were rejected naturally dared not have any objections, after all, Isa and Ina had just told them that they would be taking their daughters, Aisa and Ina, to the castle to become the knight commander's maids.

In Castella, not every female is qualified to be the knight commander's maid. Not only is the status noble and the treatment extremely generous, but it also allows one to be associated with the knight commander. Naturally, the two husbands have no say in their wives' choices.