Blood Emperor Throne

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However, as they excitedly discussed their upcoming lives as sheriffs, they were completely unaware of the blushing hearts that had welled up in their wives' usually gentle, limpid eyes, and the thick, warm, viscous fluid overflowing from their soft, white silk-clad feet in their white-painted, red-soled platform heels.

Inside the maid comfort courtyard, Asmodeus, led by the two blonde maid sisters, Isa and Ina, arrived at a room that was comparable to the erotic hotel in his previous life.

A high-hanging peach-pink crystal chandelier casts a soft, hazy peach-pink glow over the room, revealing a heart-shaped Gothic-style bright purple bed, a restraint table for bondage, and wardrobes and shoe cabinets filled with various sexy silk dresses and high-heeled stockings, as well as a counter displaying punishment tools.

It's completely in the style of my previous life; Kasrina did a pretty good job.

Asmodeus rested his chin on his hand and scanned the room, only to be interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Master? You ordered the mother-daughter style maids in white stockings?"

Outside the door, Isa and Ina, a pair of blonde beauties, were dressed only in hazy, semi-transparent white maid bridal gowns, their mature and plump legs in white stockings and elegant, exquisite transparent crystal wedding stilettos.

Leading them were pure and lovely girls, their little faces full of shyness, wearing only light and transparent white gauze short skirts, their soft and tender buttocks wrapped in sheer white stockings, their sweet and soft white silk ice cream feet stepping on transparent white open-toe crystal high-heeled sandals.

The mother and daughter, both radiating tender, wifely love, knocked on the door of the sanatorium.

Chapter 166 White Silk Mare

Inside a cheap tavern in Castella.

"Boss, two glasses of ale, a stew, and a pork chop, please."

Two gaunt men dressed as sheriffs dusted themselves off, wiped the sweat from their brows, took off their sheriff hats that adorned the area, fanned themselves, sat on the counter, and muttered curses under their breath.

Isa's husband, Red, who was a bit older, took the glass of murky ale, gulped it down, and frowned as he cursed, "I wonder when this daily routine of patrolling the city to maintain order will ever end."

“Exactly, the job of this sheriff is just—” Ina’s husband, Dennis, who was slightly younger but also more cowardly, swallowed back the angry curse that was on the tip of his tongue and could only drink a mouthful of wine in silence.

"You know we used to be knights! Knights, you know that!"

“In the past, this lowly sheriff was no match for us brothers!”

Emboldened by alcohol, the two brothers muttered curses about the injustice of fate. But being cowardly by nature, they dared not vent their anger on the knight commander who had given them the job as sheriffs, for fear of losing this job that, despite their angry curses, was one they had never even dared to dream of before.

As for the knights they mentioned, they were obviously made up.

The tavern owner, watching the two sheriffs cursing at each other with indifference, wiped his glasses and paid little attention to the brothers.

After the Countess and Asmodeus implemented a comprehensive reform, the petty officials who used to bully them and extort protection money no longer had the right to carry out vigilante justice.

If they are discovered by patrolling female knights and patrolling noblewomen, being dismissed from their posts and kicked out of their territories is the least of their worries.

This is also why the brothers Red and Dennis were so dissatisfied, because they found that no one in the city was willing to bribe them, and their power was limited to driving away thugs who disturbed the peace.

The generous treatment made their hard work these days seem insignificant, with a sky-high price of five gold coins a month!

Compared to their previous salary of ten silver coins a month after working themselves to the bone, this was several times more, and they didn't even need to work so hard, but they had no power whatsoever.

However, the lack of power did not stop the two brothers from exaggerating their abilities.

They attributed Asmodian's selection of them as sheriffs to their past as knights, their meticulousness, and their strong sense of justice.

Even now, they are completely unaware that their gentle and beautiful white-haired, mature wife and their pure and lovely white-haired daughter have been staying in Asmodal's castle since they entered the city.

While the two brothers bragged to the guests in the cheap tavern, the maid comforted those in the courtyard.

"Eee-ee~~ In front of Mommy?~ If I get violated?~~ Waaah?~~ I'm going to break?~ Eee-ya?"

"Eeya ooh?~~ Eek?~~ I love big brother so much~~ Ee-hmm?~~ Are you going to become weird?~~~"

Elsa and Aina, these two pure and lovely girls in white stockings, also inherited the characteristics of their gentle and beautiful white stockings. Not only are their petite and delicate bodies charming and soft, but as half-sisters, they are like twins, with the same soft and tender body and pure and lovely face.

The only difference was that when faced with Asmody's staking assault, the more petite and beautiful Elsa was more easily assaulted by that thick, savage, and fierce beast until her almond-shaped eyes welled up with tears.

Meanwhile, the more petite and delicate younger sister, Aina, would always change under Asmodeus's rough and brutal thrusts, initially blushing with shy tears, but later her slender, snow-white hands would tightly encircle Asmodeus's neck, and her delicate, ice-white feet, adorned with crystal-embellished white tulle high-heeled sandals, would always wrap around his waist.

Although when Elsa was impregnated, her white silk feet, adorned with transparent crystal round-toed stilettos, would wrap around Asmodie's waist with a hint of shyness, they wouldn't form a delicate knot like Aina's.

However, on ordinary days, aside from their beauty, it is still a little difficult to tell the two sisters apart.

But right now, these two pure and lovely sisters in white stockings are restrained in the yoke originally used to restrain horses. Their slender and soft white stockings are hooked on transparent crystal open-toe suspender high heels and spread apart, while the little mare's soft and tender white stockings and white ice cream-shaped buttocks are raised high.

Beneath the sheer white pantyhose, her soft, creamy white labia, resembling a tender peach, were exposed to a beast as savage and ferocious as a bull, in a state befitting the identities of this mother and daughter maids and prostitutes.

With such a mare that Asmodeus could easily mate with from behind, it was extremely easy to distinguish the two sisters.

"Eee-woo-woo?~ This~ this position?~~ Hmm?~~ It'll be easy?~~ to feel comfortable?~ Mmm~~"

Asmodie grasped two soft, sweet, and tender white silk ice cream feet, holding up those two cool and lovely white gauze crystal strappy high heels as if they were crystal ice creams exclusively for these two pure and lovely white silk stocking-clad teenage sisters.

Elsa, who was originally restrained like a little mare, was presented with a portable cup by Asmody. Asmody played with the large hands of her delicate feet, which were covered in ice cream crystal high heels. Amidst the girl's sweet and slightly tearful moans, Asmody brought her two soft and tender white silk ice cream feet to her lips and freely put them into her mouth to taste the sweet and tender white silk ice cream.

The girl's soft, snow-white feet, covered in sheer white stockings, were sweet, tender, and fragrant. They could almost be completely contained in one bite, and her delicate, snow-white skin was as smooth as cream.

This sweet and creamy white silk ice cream made Asmodie feel like a raging bull, relentlessly pounding into her, causing the two soft, tender white silk buttocks beneath him to tremble uncontrollably amidst the girl's delicate, tearful moans.

The smooth, tender vulva, under the ravages and rampages of the savage and ferocious bull, even the originally pure and translucent white silk stockings of the young girl were violated and wrinkled. With each plowing and ravaging by the savage bull, the crystal sweet nectar would splash like the juice of a tender peach.

Asmody could see the girl's delicate, tearful moans, her soft, trembling body as she was being pounded, and her sweet, tender, white silk-clad feet. Even when his large tongue swept over her glistening toes wrapped in translucent white silk, she would only shyly shrink back and tremble.

The girl beneath him was Elsa, the elder of the twin sisters.

"Waaah?~~ Eeya?~~ In front of Mommy?~~ Ugh?~ By Master?~~ Ee?~~"

"Eek? ~~Again? ~~It's changed? ~~"

Although it has been confirmed that the first victim was Aisha, Asmody will still choose to confirm the identity of the other girl in white stockings just to be on the safe side.

His large hand, holding a sword, grasped the girl's delicate feet, which were adorned with white silk stockings and high heels, and used them as a substitute for top-quality white silk stockings, pressing them onto the yoke. This caused the girl's soft, tender flesh to be positioned almost folded and thrust into him from the front.

The tender, white abalone, exuding a sweet, honey-like fragrance, along with its soft, juicy buds wrapped in sheer white pantyhose, were completely exposed to the savage bull radiating a wild aura.

The ferocious bull, its drool dripping, pressed against the girl's smooth, moist, and delicate breasts through her pure white pantyhose.

The girl in white silk, bound in shackles and pinned beneath Asmoda, had almond-shaped eyes, veiled by a white lace blindfold and brimming with hearts, filled with tears. Her tender cherry lips uttered a soft, tearful moan.

Asmodeus, that savage and ferocious bull, slowly pried open her two tender, smooth mounds of flesh encased in white stockings, before finally crashing down heavily onto her hard, firm waist.

"Eee-woo-woo?~~Woo-ha?~~Hmm?~~~"

Amidst the girl's tender, tearful cries, Asmodeus, the savage and enraged bull, with extreme brutality, trampled upon the girl's soft, supple, white-silk-like buttocks.

Driven into a savage rage, the bull, clad in pure white pantyhose as white as cream, penetrated her completely with an extremely forceful thrusting position, turning this pure and lovely girl in white stockings into a portable white cream-colored girl hanging on his body, exclusively his own!

The pure and lovely girl in white stockings was blindfolded under a white lace veil. Her watery, hazy peach-pink almond eyes rolled upwards. Her delicate white stockings, adorned with round crystal stilettos, hung helplessly on his shoulders, swaying slightly with the increasingly violent and savage onslaught.

Clearly, the girl in white stockings who, instead of shrinking back in shame under the frenzied pile driving, draped her soft legs over his shoulders and swayed wildly with the pile driving, was none other than Aina, a girl with slightly lewd tastes.

Chapter 167 Elsa and Aina

My parents are truly amazing! Their battles are so exhilarating, bro! One wrong look and they're in full-on verbal sparring and throwing things around!

There's not much to say, let's just fill the numbers for now, since the main text has already been replaced.

Inside a cheap tavern in Castella.

"Boss, two glasses of ale, a stew, and a pork chop, please."

Two gaunt men dressed as sheriffs dusted themselves off, wiped the sweat from their brows, took off their sheriff hats that adorned the area, fanned themselves, sat on the counter, and muttered curses under their breath.

Isa's husband, Red, who was a bit older, took the glass of murky ale, gulped it down, and frowned as he cursed, "I wonder when this daily routine of patrolling the city to maintain order will ever end."

“Exactly, the job of this sheriff is just—” Ina’s husband, Dennis, who was slightly younger but also more cowardly, swallowed back the angry curse that was on the tip of his tongue and could only drink a mouthful of wine in silence.

"You know we used to be knights! Knights, you know that!"

“In the past, this lowly sheriff was no match for us brothers!”

Emboldened by alcohol, the two brothers muttered curses about the injustice of fate. But being cowardly by nature, they dared not vent their anger on the knight commander who had given them the job as sheriffs, for fear of losing this job that, despite their angry curses, was one they had never even dared to dream of before.

As for the knights they mentioned, they were obviously made up.

The tavern owner, watching the two sheriffs cursing at each other with indifference, wiped his glasses and paid little attention to the brothers.

After the Countess and Asmodeus implemented a comprehensive reform, the petty officials who used to bully them and extort protection money no longer had the right to carry out vigilante justice.

If they are discovered by patrolling female knights and patrolling noblewomen, being dismissed from their posts and kicked out of their territories is the least of their worries.

This is also why the brothers Red and Dennis were so dissatisfied, because they found that no one in the city was willing to bribe them, and their power was limited to driving away thugs who disturbed the peace.

The generous treatment made their hard work these days seem insignificant, with a sky-high price of five gold coins a month!

Compared to their previous salary of ten silver coins a month after working themselves to the bone, this was several times more, and they didn't even need to work so hard, but they had no power whatsoever.

However, the lack of power did not stop the two brothers from exaggerating their abilities.

They attributed Asmodian's selection of them as sheriffs to their past as knights, their meticulousness, and their strong sense of justice.

Even now, they are completely unaware that their gentle and beautiful white-haired, mature wife and their pure and lovely white-haired daughter have been staying in Asmodal's castle since they entered the city.

While the two brothers bragged to the guests in the cheap tavern, the maid comforted those in the courtyard.

"Eee-ee~~ In front of Mommy?~ If I get violated?~~ Waaah?~~ I'm going to break?~ Eee-ya?"

"Eeya ooh?~~ Elsa?~~ I like big brother so much~~ Ee-hmm?~~ Is Elsa going to become strange?~~~"

Elsa and Aina, these two pure and lovely girls in white stockings, also inherited the characteristics of their gentle and beautiful white stockings. Not only are their petite and delicate bodies charming and soft, but as half-sisters, they are like twins, with the same soft and tender body and pure and lovely face.

The only difference was that when faced with Asmody's staking assault, the more petite and beautiful Elsa was more easily assaulted by that thick, savage, and fierce beast until her almond-shaped eyes welled up with tears.

Meanwhile, Asmodeus's younger sister, Aina, who was even more petite and delicate, would always go from shyly holding glistening tears at the beginning to tightly wrapping her slender, snow-white hands around the back of Asmodeus's neck after his various rough and savage beatings. Her delicate feet, adorned with crystal-clear, open-toed white gauze high-heeled sandals, would also always wrap around his waist.

Although when Elsa was impregnated, her white silk feet, adorned with transparent crystal round-toed stilettos, would wrap around Asmodie's waist with a hint of shyness, they wouldn't form a delicate knot like Aina's.

However, on ordinary days, aside from their beauty, it is still a little difficult to tell the two sisters apart.

But right now, these two pure and lovely sisters in white stockings are restrained in the yoke originally used to restrain horses. Their slender and soft white stockings are hooked on transparent crystal open-toe suspender high heels and spread apart, while the little mare's soft and tender white stockings and white ice cream-shaped buttocks are raised high.

Beneath the sheer white pantyhose, her soft, creamy white labia, resembling a tender peach, were exposed to a beast as savage and ferocious as a bull, in a state befitting the identities of this mother and daughter maids and prostitutes.

With such a mare that Asmodeus could easily mate with from behind, it was extremely easy to distinguish the two sisters.

"Eee-woo-woo?~ This~ this position?~~ Hmm?~~ It'll be easy?~~ to feel comfortable?~ Mmm~~"

Asmodie grasped two soft, sweet, and tender white silk ice cream feet, holding up those two cool and lovely white gauze crystal strappy high heels as if they were crystal ice creams exclusively for these two pure and lovely white silk stocking-clad teenage sisters.

Elsa, who was originally restrained like a little mare, was presented with a portable cup by Asmodie. Asmodie played with the large hands of her delicate feet, which were covered in ice cream crystal high heels. Amidst the sweet and slightly tearful moans of the young girl, Asmodie brought her two soft and tender white silk milk cake feet to her lips and leisurely tasted them.

Like a raging bull, he began to pound into her with a relentless, rampaging pace, causing the two soft, tender, white-silk-clad buttocks beneath him to tremble uncontrollably amidst the girl's delicate, tearful moans.

The smooth, tender vulva, under the ravages and rampages of the savage and ferocious bull, even the originally pure and translucent white silk stockings of the young girl were violated and wrinkled. With each plowing and ravaging by the savage bull, the crystal sweet nectar would splash like the juice of a tender peach.

Asmody could see the girl's delicate, tearful moans, her soft, trembling body as she was being pounded, and her sweet, tender, white silk-clad feet. Even when his large tongue swept over her glistening toes wrapped in translucent white silk, she would only shyly shrink back and tremble.

The girl beneath him was Elsa, the elder of the twin sisters.

"Waaah?~~ Eeya?~~ In front of Mommy?~~ Ugh?~ By Master?~~ Ee?~~"

"Eek? ~~Again? ~~It's changed? ~~"

Although it has been confirmed that the first victim was Aisha, Asmody will still choose to confirm the identity of the other girl in white stockings just to be on the safe side.

His large hand, holding a sword, grasped the girl's delicate feet, which were adorned with white silk stockings and high heels, and used them as a substitute for top-quality white silk stockings, pressing them onto the yoke. This caused the girl's soft, tender flesh to be positioned almost folded and thrust into him from the front.

The tender, white abalone, exuding a sweet, honey-like fragrance, along with its soft, juicy buds wrapped in sheer white pantyhose, were completely exposed to the savage bull radiating a wild aura.

The ferocious bull, its drool dripping, pressed against the girl's smooth, moist, and delicate breasts through her pure white pantyhose.

The girl in white silk, bound in shackles and pinned beneath Asmoda, had almond-shaped eyes, veiled by a white lace blindfold and brimming with hearts, filled with tears. Her tender cherry lips uttered a soft, tearful moan.

Asmodeus, that savage and ferocious bull, slowly pried open her two tender, smooth mounds of flesh encased in white stockings, before finally crashing down heavily onto her hard, firm waist.

"Eee-woo-woo?~~Woo-ha?~~Hmm?~~~"

Amidst the girl's tender, tearful cries, Asmodeus, the savage and enraged bull, with extreme brutality, trampled upon the girl's soft, supple, white-silk-like buttocks.

Driven into a savage rage, the bull, clad in pure white pantyhose as white as cream, penetrated her completely with an extremely forceful thrusting position, turning this pure and lovely girl in white stockings into a portable white cream-colored girl hanging on his body, exclusively his own!

The pure and lovely girl in white stockings was blindfolded under a white lace veil. Her watery, hazy peach-pink almond eyes rolled upwards. Her delicate white stockings, adorned with round crystal stilettos, hung helplessly on his shoulders, swaying slightly with the increasingly violent and savage onslaught.

Clearly, the girl in white stockings who, instead of shrinking back in shame under the frenzied pile driving, draped her soft legs over his shoulders and swayed wildly with the pile driving, was none other than Aina, a girl with slightly lewd tastes.

Chapter 168 White-stockinged Mother and Daughter's Sacrifice

[Still just filling space, I feel like not many people are reading this, I'll just update sporadically, and write it for my own enjoyment.]

Inside a cheap tavern in Castella.

"Boss, two glasses of ale, a stew, and a pork chop, please."

Two gaunt men dressed as sheriffs dusted themselves off, wiped the sweat from their brows, took off their sheriff hats that adorned the area, fanned themselves, sat on the counter, and muttered curses under their breath.

Isa's husband, Red, who was a bit older, took the glass of murky ale, gulped it down, and frowned as he cursed, "I wonder when this daily routine of patrolling the city to maintain order will ever end."

“Exactly, the job of this sheriff is just—” Ina’s husband, Dennis, who was slightly younger but also more cowardly, swallowed back the angry curse that was on the tip of his tongue and could only drink a mouthful of wine in silence.

"You know we used to be knights! Knights, you know that!"