Blood Emperor Throne

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Instead, when they arrived before Asmodie, exuding an air of haughty, disdainful elegance, their long, shapely legs clad in sleek, glossy stockings and alluring black stockings, shimmering with laces and peep-toe high boots, it was as if they were enticing the tall, muscular man before him to pounce on them, pin them down, and wantonly violate them on the velvet floor of the seductive banquet hall.

Compared to the three noble and elegant female knights dressed in extremely provocative and revealing brothel-style bodysuits and silver armor, the maids here were dressed in what could be considered rather alluring attire.

There were nearly sixty-six maids in this household, and these maids were all carefully selected, consisting of gentle and beautiful women in white silk stockings.

These maids, active between the dining tables and banquet halls, possessed incredibly voluptuous, white, and alluringly plump bodies, exuding a sweet, honeyed fragrance. Their clothing was remarkably revealing and scantily clad in alluringly revealing, see-through, halter-neck maid stockings, with light, mature-colored white gauze curtains and sheer lace curtains subtly concealing their mature beauty.

Two mounds of plump, juicy breasts, made entirely of sweet, soft, creamy milk, were only partially covered by delicate, white lace curtains draped from their rounded shoulders.

The plump, soft, and moist breasts, exuding the sweet aroma of ripe female flesh, were almost completely exposed to the air filled with the sweet fragrance of ripe female flesh, beneath the semi-transparent, hollowed-out white lace curtain.

The plump, soft, white thighs were wrapped in pure white pantyhose that were as smooth and translucent as sweet cream. The glossy white pantyhose, which were as shiny as milk and honey, were not only extremely erotic and suitable for a vacuum-like style, but also included open-front and flesh-hugging styles. The pure and elegant white suspenders not only created extremely fleshy marks on the two plump mounds, but also created a ring of soft, fleshy thighs.

Aside from the see-through white silk suspender dress and honey-curtain maid outfit, these gentle and mature beautiful maids, with their gourd-shaped breasts exuding a mature, honey-like fragrance and possessing a sensual and voluptuous beauty, occasionally wear extremely seductive and revealing see-through white gauze aprons and shiny white pantyhose bodysuits.

Two plump, milky-white mounds, exuding the sweet aroma of ripe honey, were completely covered only by a white bodysuit that shimmered with a creamy sheen, trembling as they were exposed to Asmodian's burning gaze.

Those two plump, soft mounds, besides serving as cushions for implantation, were completely devoid of any function. They were in an extremely sensual and exposed vacuum state. The plump, tender vulva, trapped under the white stockings, was completely soaked in sticky, ripe spring honey, making it extremely slippery and ripe. It was clearly ready to be forcibly implanted and filled with white semen by Asmodie until it was overflowing.

The maids' fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk-stockinged feet were not only uniformly adorned with extremely soft peach-pink nail polish, but they also each wore elegant and graceful white crystal stilettos or white spaghetti strap open-toe stiletto sandals.

After Asmodeus stepped into the room, the maids seemed completely unaware that their revealing, revealing white-stockinged bodysuits were designed to entice the only male in the castle to pounce on them and force himself on them. They would often strut around in front of Asmodeus with their soft, white-stockinged, crystal-high heels, their tender, affectionate expressions filling the air.

As their plump, white-stockinged legs, like pillars of milk, hooked onto the crystal stilettos, each time they landed, their two mounds of milky, creamy white breasts swayed and trembled before Asmodie's eyes. These two mounds, overflowing with the fragrance of milk and honey, would also collide and sway from side to side, creating waves of soft, creamy white-stockinged buttocks like balls of milky honey.

"Stop! You barbaric and rude man, this is not a place for a rough and uncouth male like you."

As Asmodeus stepped into the room, the haughty and beautiful female knight commander, with an arrogant and disdainful expression, supported her slender waist with her beautiful hands, which were covered in bright purple lace-trimmed silk gauntlets, and crossed her long, plump, and firm silk legs. She stood in front of Asmodeus in her elegant and noble silver-threaded high heels with lace-up straps.

Elena and Ellie, the two noble and elegant sister knights, also strutted around with their long, sexy, glossy black stockings and high-heeled silver-threaded boots. Their hands, adorned with bright red lace-trimmed silk gauntlets, were clasped together in front of their lower abdomens, and their noble, alluring eyes, already tinged with peach pink, looked at Asmodie with arrogance.

"Oh? I need to prove my qualifications to use my maid?" Asmodeus asked with a playful smirk.

Daisanna's reply remained arrogant and contemptuous: "A boorish man like you doesn't need to prove his qualifications."

She and the two twin knights behind her, with their jade-like hands adorned with oil-silk lace-trimmed gauntlets, arrogantly parted the heart-shaped thin-strapped silver armor and silver-threaded breast armor that covered their plump, oil-silk-trimmed vulvas.

Their two mounds, steaming with a sweet, ripe milky aroma, resembling ripe, ripe, oily breasts filled with sweet, ripe milk fat and wrapped in a continuous strip of oily silk, or black silk-covered breasts wrapped in a continuous strip of translucent, glossy black silk that looked like it was coated with chocolate cream, trembled and jumped into his eyes with an arrogant attitude that he could taste them.

Their plump, ripe, and tender abalone, exuding the sweet fragrance of mature women, and their soft, delicate, glossy black silk abalone, were fully exposed to Asmodian's burly and ferocious beast after the heart-shaped silver armor of the female knight was parted.

The noble and elegant Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander, a beautiful and mature princess knight whom even the Duke of Bordeaux coveted, looked at Asmodé with arrogance and disdain.

"A savage male like you deserves to be trampled under high-heeled boots and ruthlessly exploited?"

Led by her two elegant twin knight sisters as lieutenants, she strode forward with her long, shapely legs clad in oily stockings and her long, sexy legs clad in glossy black stockings, approaching Asmody, a man they considered incredibly rough. Adorned with a haughty and alluring demeanor, she allowed Asmody's large hands to freely grasp and knead their ripe, fragrant, creamy breasts.

They allowed Asmodian's large, sword-wielding hand to casually part their already prepared, thick, white, oily vulvas, even squeezing out the ripe flesh by prying open the two fleshy labia wrapped in oily stockings.

Even when this man, with his thick, ferocious, savage beast, pressed against their fleshy, sticky, and alluring vulvas, exuding a feminine fragrance and dripping with succulent moisture, hidden beneath their oily pantyhose, what could they possibly do?

They continued to fulfill their duties as courtesan knights in this banquet hall. The sisters, Elena and Ellie, circled around to Asmodie's side. Their beautiful hands, adorned with glossy black silk gauntlets, arrogantly and contemptuously grasped Asmodie's ferocious and massive beast.

Holding this savage lance against Daisanna's plump, juicy vulva, dripping with nectar beneath her silk stockings, it squeezed open the two labia with a gurgling sound, releasing strands of sticky, ripe nectar...

"Of course? ~Oh? ~~If you can defeat all three of us at once~~Eek? ~~Whether it's the maids here or us? ~~Even the noble ladies in the back~ they're all at your disposal, you brute, to enjoy as you please?"

Chapter 132 The Alluring Fall of a Mature Married Woman (Sexy Version Released in Group)

The noble, elegant, and charming knight, Daisanna, is the leader of the Platinum Rose Knights.

This female knight commander, as a proud and elegant female knight commander, enjoys an extremely coveted reputation throughout the entire Grand Duchy of Bordeaux.

It wasn't just her formidable strength—capable of single-handedly beheading trolls—but also her unwavering loyalty to the Duchess, commanding an entire Platinum Rose Knights order and serving only her. Furthermore, her commanding presence—clad in platinum armor adorned with platinum roses, riding a warhorse and leading the Platinum Rose Knights to crush an entire beast tide—was remarkable.

Her incredibly voluptuous, mature flesh and the firm, full curves of a knight-like figure, her two mounds of breasts that could be described as piled up like sweet, ripe milk and spring honey, were often wrapped in extremely seductive pantyhose. Her shapely figure combined the voluptuousness of a childbirth with the firmness of a knight-like figure's pert, round curves.

It also made countless nobles, lords, knights, and even commoners feel their mouths dry just from a single glance.

Whenever this beautiful knight struts onto her warhorse, her long, firm, and voluptuous legs clad in plump, ripe silk, and her platinum rose high-heeled, over-the-knee silver boots swaying as she rides her horse, her two plump, firm, and voluptuous peach-shaped breasts trembling as they roll against the hard, thick saddle, causing her two plump, ripe, and fragrant breasts to sway and ripple beneath her platinum breastplate as if filled with sweet, ripe milk.

This vibrant and striking spring scene of a beautiful knight riding a warhorse is enough to ignite the most intense frenzy in even the most humble males.

Clearly, this spring scene can only be seen by the princess knights of the Platinum Rose Princess Knights Order. Those bloated noble lords and lowly commoners cannot see even a trace of this sweltering spring scenery.

But right now, the beautiful knight captain, Daisanna, is coveted by countless people throughout the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux. Some nobles and lords have even offered 10,000 gold dir just to have this beautiful knight, with her haughty and seductive demeanor, raise her beautiful, soft, oil-silk boots and trample on her, but to no avail.

It was as if she had stumbled into a den of beastmen, only to be captured and subdued by the beastman king within—a wild and savage centaur lancer. She was utterly defeated, reduced to a mere breeding ground for the centaur king to plunder at will.

"Eek? How dare you? You? Eek? You lowly male?!"

The defeated, mature female knight commander had her extremely seductive and exposed silver armor, styled like that of a prostitute, stripped off by Asmodian's forceful and brutal actions. She was then pressed onto the velvet floor where the maids passed by, and positioned in a frontal, leg-resisting position, like a prostitute venting her lust.

As a defeated, mature female knight, the only difference between Daisanna and a street prostitute female knight is that the former still need to throw down a few silver coins to enjoy her services.

But this mature-buttocked knight prostitute was completely a defeated and humiliated knight's bed. Her jade hands, adorned with bright purple lace-trimmed gauntlets, were bound and suspended. Her noble and alluring wine-red eyes were completely transformed into peach hearts and covered with bright purple lace blindfolds, constantly flipping upwards under Asmodie's pounding penetration.

Her two large, plump breasts, resembling mounds of sweet, soft cream filled with honeydew melon and wrapped in sheer stockings, trembled as the silver suspenders were roughly ripped off her armor. They exuded a sweet, milky fragrance and bounced out of the armor. In this frontal, leg-strapped position, they looked like two lumps of melted cream, softly trembling in sheer stockings, emanating a rich, sweet, milky aroma.

In the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, the two plump, soft, and ripe breasts of this female knight were never tasted by anyone. Even from a distance, they were often hidden under her platinum breastplate, exuding a sweet and ripe milky aroma. Even her husband had never enjoyed or seen them even a fraction of them.

Whenever she rode her warhorse, or strode along with her long, silky legs, her two large, plump breasts, as creamy and soft as honeydew melons, would sway and collide within the heavy breastplate, creating soft ripples as if rich, creamy cream had been poured into it.

But right now, these two soft, plump mounds of flesh were being roughly grasped by Asmodie's sword-wielding hand. His fingertips dug deep into the slippery, soft flesh, kneading it roughly, turning it into various soft, creamy shapes, like milk cakes to be devoured. The two mounds, wrapped in their conjoined, oily flesh and exuding a sweet, milky aroma, were constantly spurting out sweet, rich milky juice under this rough handling.

It is obvious that this weak pastor husband, let alone wanting to roughly knead and squeeze two soft, plump, milky breasts to extract sweet and greasy milk, would probably be utterly defeated by just a gentle crushing of these two plump, milky breasts.

The two plump, voluptuous, and fleshy breasts of this female knight, within the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, were often draped in heavy skirts and armor, or in fitted and dignified white female knight uniforms. Sometimes she rode her warhorse to patrol various places, or she accompanied the Duchess to various grand banquets.

Normally, even this female knight, who was nominally her priest husband, had never been able to play with or savor her. To be more precise, they couldn't even be alone together in the same room.

Not to mention the soft, creamy ripples created by the horse's swaying and collision as it rolls over the thick saddle, even the slight swaying of its plump, firm, long, oily legs, revealing soft, juicy buttocks, is enough to make one's mouth water. Just looking at it is enough to make one's body heat up.

Given the strength and noble status of this mature and beautiful knight commander, no one dared to look at her disrespectfully, not even her weak and incompetent priest husband. (The last two sentences appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

But in Asmodeus's presence, the two mounds of the mature, alluring knight, steaming with the sweet fragrance of ripeness and bursting with fleshy flesh, were used by Asmodeus as if they were condoms.

Under this anti-leg implantation, she had completely become a soft cushion for Asmod's pile driving and grouting. Every time he swung his waist and slammed it down with a heavy frequency almost like pile driving, these two plump, oily mounds of flesh would, like soft, ripe honey cakes being piled under a stone pestle, be slapped against her glossy, translucent pantyhose, creating waves of soft, fragrant, oily ripples.

As for this mature and alluring knight, the woman who should have belonged to her weak priest husband—her plump, tender, and juicy vulva, overflowing with the sticky, oily flesh, and the soft, moist buds nestled between her two fleshy mounds—this weak husband never got to enjoy them even once.

In fact, even if he were to muster the courage to exercise his rights as a husband, let alone possess a mature, sticky, and tender vulva smothered under oily pantyhose,

Those two plump, soft, and incredibly firm breasts, with their characteristic bouncy texture, were enough to easily crush his weak and incompetent member into ejaculating thin fluid with utter contempt, as if crushing a paramecium.

As for that soft, greasy, honeyed core, now shaped like Asmodal and nestled between two clusters of fragrant, oily threads, it seems that this weak husband, upon merely approaching those two clusters of soft, oily threads—completely filled with useless, aphrodisiac nectar—would likely collapse under the contemptuous gaze of his mature, beautiful knight wife, indiscriminately ejaculating thin fluids.

In fact, for the males of this world, this mature and alluring female knight with her plump breasts and perfectly round breasts, her proud and charming style, her arrogant and mature nature, and even her powerful strength and noble demeanor, are enough to make these males crumble in front of her.

Those bloated nobles, high-ranking lords, and even powerful knights would likely appear somewhat weak in the presence of this proud and beautiful female knight commander.

Not to mention pinning this beautiful, mature knight down, lifting her plump, firm, and shapely long legs into an extremely seductive and mature planting and piercing position, causing her two plump, fragrant, and juicy labia to rise high into the sky, using the thick and ferocious beast to spread open the two smooth, plump, and tender labia, completely invading them into a shape exclusively his own.

They couldn't even manage ordinary contact; under the gaze of her arrogant, aloof, wine-red, alluring eyes, they couldn't get even a fraction closer.

However, right now, what most males see as merely a beautiful knight who would crumble at a single glance from her arrogant and alluring demeanor has completely degenerated into a female slave that Asmodie can use at will.

The burly, ferocious centaur beast exuded intense male hormones. With each thrust of his hips, he could freely use the mature, beautiful knight's plump, tender vulva and soft, moist bud hidden beneath her silky crotch, wantonly invading this honeyed spring bud that should belong to her husband, filling it with thick, sticky male semen.

"Defeated? ~~Eek? ~~Just because she was... forced open by a beast? ~~And she's reduced to a slave to be used at will? ~~Gulp? ~~"

"Eek?~~~ You dare?~~ You dare use this?~~ Oh my god?~~ I am...~ the Princess Knight of the Platinum Rose?~~ Oh my god?~~ Guild Leader?~~"

"Oh my god? Honey? Oh my god? Honey was violated too? Oh my god? Violated at the same time? If Fat Cock and Honey are both violated? Will they defeat the Beast's Wives Sheath?"

It was clearly a male other than her husband, clearly she was being subjected to such humiliating frontal penetration, clearly she should have been able to proudly and maturely trample this male under her high-heeled boots, arrogantly and contemptuously raising her silk-stockinged feet and joining forces with her two assistants to crush the thick beast that was about to violate them under her silk-stockinged feet and contemptuously squeeze it dry.

However, this mature and alluring knight, Daisanna, was subjected to the rough treatment by the large hands of a man other than her husband. Her large, oily, silky vulva, which was essentially just a cushion for impregnation, was used as a breeding ground. He brutally lowered his body, using her as a stake, violating her fragrant, oily, plump vulva and soft, moist clitoris until her mature clitoris was overflowing with desire.

Two plump, juicy mounds of flesh, glistening with the oil of a natural birth, were positioned in this frontal, leg-hugging position. The tender, plump vulva, encased in oily pantyhose, and the soft, moist clitoris presented a seductive, mature posture, exuding a sensual, honeyed fragrance.

Those alluring, wine-red eyes, hidden beneath a vibrant purple lace blindfold, could clearly see how Asmodie's thick, ferocious beast, with its violent thrusting, brutally pried open her two plump, ripe labia, squeezing out large amounts of sticky, sensual fluid that penetrated to the very end.

After soaking the soft, slick buds hidden beneath the two mounds of oily silk until they were extremely slippery, the female beast of prey roughly forced open those soft, moist buds that should belong to her husband, filling them heavily and filling them completely. The oily, ripe flesh, which served as a cushion, rolled across the floor like a creamy cake, creating waves of soft, ripe buttocks.

Her seductive moans, especially when the thick, ferocious beast wrapped in oily pantyhose stretched open her plump vulva, were like a rough stone mortar brutally pounding into a sweet spring full of female nectar, squeezing out nectar that splashed everywhere.

"Eek? ~~Silk stockings? ~~Eek oh oh? ~~You ~~savage ~~male~~how dare you? ~~Eek oh oh?~~~"

"Silk stockings? ~~ You can't lick silk stockings? ~ Oh my god? ~~ Are you going to become a female slave who can't live without her beasts? ~~"

"Eek?~~ Fat abalone?~~ Fat abalone's been filled to the brim again?~~ Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle?~~~"

Chapter 133 Sisterly Synesthesia (Sexy Version Already Sent to the Group)

In the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, there once was a wealthy nobleman who offered the exorbitant price of ten thousand gold dirhams. [The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentence.]

I implore Cassandra, the beautiful and noble knight captain, to don the elegant and dignified platinum rose knight armor, and to refrain from serving or attending to anyone.

All she had to do was raise her plump, firm, long, silky legs with an arrogant and disdainful air, and put on her elegant, high-heeled silver boots, adorned with bright peach-colored nail polish, and trample and ravage him under her silky feet.

But obviously, the plea was not granted at all, and there was not even a reply. The entire Platinum Rose Knights only obeyed the Duchess and never granted any orders or requests from any male. To date, the entire Platinum Rose Knights has never had even the slightest contact with any male, not even her, who has already become the leader of the Knights.

Right now, Daisanna's elegant and mature feet, covered in oil-silk pantyhose and adorned with a pair of extremely seductive silver-threaded ring-neck suspender open-toe stiletto boots, have been transformed into the most seductive silver-threaded boots under Asmodian's seed of necrosis, which he grasps in one hand and indulges in wanton tasting and defilement.

Those exquisite, silky feet, coveted by countless nobles, lords, and commoners, were held aloft above the head of the alluring, mature female knight, one in each hand by Asmodie.

The originally noble and elegant silver ring ring crystal high heels were not only pointing upwards, but the soft, tender toes were also adorned with bright peach nail polish, completely turning them into silk toes that Asmodie could indulge in at will.

This anti-leg implantation almost completely exposed the female knight's voluptuous, fragrant vulva, hidden beneath her pantyhose, to the ferocious beast of Asmodie. It exuded a sticky, ripe, and juicy aroma, practically a breeding ground for implantation.

"Goo-oo-oo?~~~~Eee-oh-oh?~~~~"

Asmody slammed down on his waist like a falling stone, his thick, ferocious beast, wrapped in a layer of oily, greasy pantyhose, easily stretching open the two soft, plump, steamed bun-shaped vulvas.

Amidst the extremely sticky stirring sounds, the tender, plump abalone that should have belonged to her husband was roughly poured in, completely filling it into his exclusive shape, causing the nectar to overflow and splash.

This proud and alluring female knight commander, under such circumstances, almost without resistance, raised her slender, jade-like neck high, her wine-red, seductive eyes, hidden beneath a vibrant purple lace blindfold, gleaming with intoxicating hearts and unable to resist rolling upwards.

A pair of long, slender legs, lifted high above her head, straightened for a moment before hooking onto a pair of silver-threaded, open-toe high-heeled boots, draped softly over Asmodé's shoulders. Her plump, voluptuous legs trembled like a dam about to burst, spilling a sticky, ripe spring.

"Eek?~~ You?~~ Goo-ooh?~~ A savage male?~~ Goo-ooh?~~"

"Is it going to completely transform into... a savage male form?... Oh my god?!"

"Eek?~~ To be violated until you lose yourself?~~~ To become?~~ A completely useless female slave knight, pinned down by a wild beast?~~~ Eek ooh ooh ooh?~~~"

The sultry cries of spring proclaimed that this proud and alluring knight had completely degenerated into a female slave that Asmodie could freely breed with from now on.

When they first met at Dorne Castle, she was still that proud and beautiful knight, only allowing this man to disrespectfully fondle her two smooth, plump breasts in black stockings and her ripe, oily hair under the Duchess's orders.

Even in front of the Duchess, it was only by order of the Duchess that she held up two mounds of soft, plump breasts wrapped in glossy black stockings and wrapped them around this male, burly, and ferocious beast who had just violated the noblewoman and was still dripping with sticky nectar.

In front of Asmodé, she was not one of those female knights who, after being violated and filled by wild beasts, would become slaves to this man, letting him fondle their plump breasts and press their ripe vulva against their bodies, allowing him to violate and play with them at will.

Even with the Duchess, this male, with his thick, beastly member that had just violated the Duchess, squeezed into her ripe, plump lips and the Duchess's alluring, seductive lips, violating and defiled her, even stacking her juicy, plump breasts and the Duchess's soft, ripe peaches together and taking turns violating them.

That was nothing more than the Duchess's order.

Before this, she was merely following the Duchess's orders, preparing to join forces with Elena and Ellie to trample this savage beast—that man who had just violated the walls of the knight's cave—under their noble, mature, oil-silk-clad feet, and contemptuously squeeze him dry.

However, right now, the only difference between this proud and alluring female knight commander, under Asmodian's relentless, frontal assault, and those female knights who were defeated and became breeding grounds for centaurs is that the latter were bound beneath the centaurs, subjected to continuous violation as the centaurs galloped.

And this mature, curvaceous knight will likely be hoisted high by this man, her beautiful, fleshy hands dangling in front of his tall, strong body. This voluptuous, mature, and seductive knight's body is only allowed to be covered by glossy, sheer pantyhose and a seductive, revealing prostitute-style knight outfit.

Supported only by this thick, ferocious beast, two plump, juicy breasts swayed up and down in front of him as he rampaged and ravaged. With each sway, the two mounds of oily, ripe flesh bumped against his hard waist, their fleshy, juicy flesh and moist, sweet-smelling vulva wantonly violated.

"Ugh?! Again?! Lost it?!"

"Is she going to become a female slave/dog? Oh dear? Lost? Lost? Oh dear? Oh dear?"

The high-pitched, melodious chirping of spring echoed continuously in the sweet, honey-scented maid quarters.

Asmodian's tall, strong body pressed the noble and mature female knight, whose fleshy, voluptuous, and alluring figure, clad in glossy bodysuit stockings, was pinned beneath him.

In front of those beautiful, mature maids in white stockings who were bustling about in the maid area, under their heart-filled, pink-hued eyes full of tender desire, he used a staking position to squeeze the nectar from her plump, ripe vulva hidden under her pantyhose.

Asmodie had already removed one of Daisanna's elegant and mature silk stockings and exposed toe high heels, and put the silk stockings and fragrant feet, which exuded a charming and mature feminine fragrance, into her mouth to taste at will. The other silk stockings and fragrant feet were softly hooked on the only remaining high heel of silver stockings, hanging softly on both sides of Asmodie's waist, sometimes straight, sometimes swaying.

Surrounding him were beautiful maids in white stockings, their bodies ripe and alluring. Among them, Asmody, without any restraint, under the gaze of their intoxicating, peach-colored eyes, performed penetration, first from the front, then from the side, and finally from behind.

With that thick, ferocious, savage beast, it took turns completely violating and filling the plump vulva and honeyed bud of this mature and beautiful knight.

The maids, with their plump, creamy white silk legs that resembled pillars of honey, and their fragrant, soft white silk feet hooked onto their pure white crystal maid high heels, appeared to be busy with their own affairs. However, beneath their aprons and white gauze curtains, their tender, creamy white silk vulvas, exuding a sweet and cloying feminine fragrance, were already overflowing with sticky, fragrant nectar.

After all, after Asmody violated this mature and alluring knight, what that thick, ferocious beast would next violate were their soft, white vulvas, like creamy honey cakes, that would easily ooze nectar with a gentle touch, and their soft, plump, white silk stamens, hidden beneath sheer, glossy white pantyhose.

But whenever they stepped past the defeated knight princess, whose seductive moans echoed, their soft, plump, white-stockinged legs swaying, these beautiful, alluring maids in white stockings would, almost imperceptibly, bend their slender waists, clad in white bodysuits, under Asmodian's savage gaze.

This exposed Asmodie's burning gaze to the two mounds of soft, creamy white breasts, the plump, soft, and moist buttocks in white stockings, and even the sweet, honey-scented, soft, plump vulva and soft, honey-scented clitoris, all of which were now fully exposed to her.

It was as if this arrogant and savage male centaur was luring them to pounce on them, pressing their plump breasts and buttocks, their soft, white silk-clad flesh, beneath him, using them as a breeding ground for mature, fragrant maids, brutally violating their already sticky, overflowing white silk-clad vulvas and plump, honeyed clitoris, planting and fertilizing them?

It is obvious that Daisanna, the proud and beautiful leader of the Platinum Rose Knights, has been reduced to a female dog knight whom Asmodie can use at will.

Compared to the noble and beautiful knight captain, Daisanna, her two lieutenants, the elegant and graceful twin sisters, Elena and Ellie, were far more desirable than Daisanna.

Their bodies, plump, firm, and alluring like honey-melon gourds, were captivating. Their round, snow-white breasts, as full as soft, creamy peaches, were accentuated by their slender waists, which were outlined by their sexy abs, and their plump, perky, heart-shaped buttocks, as juicy as fragrant peaches.