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On the surface, she, the elegant and intellectual white-veiled head maid, was being violated by the man behind her, but her soft, white-silk-clad buttocks, rising and falling in response, were anything but convincing.

"What? You, the head maid, aren't as arrogant as you say." Asmodeus chuckled softly in her ear, kneading the two soft, creamy mounds of milk in his hands.

"As the head maid of the castle, you are so slow even in something as simple as making tea. It seems you should be given a little punishment."

Having said that, Asmody grabbed the head maid's smooth, soft, white-silk-clad hands from behind and pinned them above her head, forcing her to change from her original posture of leaning against the tea table with her slender waist half-collapsed to a position where she was completely at his mercy with her buttocks raised. Her slender waist was half-bent, and her pair of white-silk-clad legs involuntarily stretched straight back. Her plump, soft, white-silk-clad buttocks were transformed into a white-silk holster that Asmody could use at will.

His large hands wantonly defiled the head maid's two high, white-stockinged, soft buttocks, and his attack suddenly became violent.

"Eee-ee?~~You~~lowly?~~Eee-hmm-hmm?~~Where?~~Where isn't it?~~Eee-ee?~~~"

The sudden shift to a ferocious and brutal offensive transformed Rowling, who had already become a submissive slave due to passion, from her previous aloof and disdainful demeanor, allowing Asmodian to violate her at will, into a maidservant in white silk, captured by centaur lancers, her soft breasts and buttocks being used at will by men.

"Ee-hmm?~~No~No?~~Ugh?~~You...you lowly beast...you've violated me and made me lose something?~~~No~No?~"

Under the formula of the man transforming into a ferocious and savage centaur lancer, Rowling's mature, white-stockinged body, violated by Asmodian, was completely transformed into a male centaur capturing her and using her at will, as if she were a holster for a lance.

Asmodie had one arm around her slender waist and the other hand kneading her two soft, plump, peach-silk buttocks soaked in nectar. It was as if he were using the once proud and elegant white-silk maid's honeyed, soft, and ripe body as a harpoon sheath at will.

Her plump, soft, white silk legs had changed from their originally taut and elegant posture to a semi-suspended state. Her pair of white silk crystal high-heeled feet, as soft and delicate as creamy ice cream, were dangling between Asmodie's legs, swaying slightly with the man's violent riding.

Those two mounds of soft, smooth, and fragrant white milk, like spring peaches, transformed into two hanging white jade bells. Under Asmodie's brutal invasion and ravaging, they swayed back and forth, creating waves of soft, creamy milk, with drops of milk splashing everywhere.

"Gurgle?~~Stop?~Stop~Are you going to throw me away?~~Are you going to be...by you lowly...savage...brutal...beast?~~~Ugh...uh ...

With a soft, tender cry devoid of any arrogance or contempt, the elegant and intellectual white-stockinged maid's two soft, peach-like buttocks, like spring honey, were finally breached by the man's rough handling. Her white jade-like vulva, wrapped in white pantyhose, completely transformed into a spring of unstoppable nectar, scattering flower-like fluids.

A pair of plump, soft, white silk legs, after a slight sway, regained their languid elegance, and two fragrant white silk feet finally touched the ground amidst the head maid's seductive and soft moan.

After a while...

"Is that really a beast? A vile and savage creature?"

Just a moment ago, Asmodeus was using her like a lance sheath at will, but now she has reverted to her previous arrogant and disdainful demeanor.

She cradled two soft, honey-scented breasts that peeked out from her lace apron, her two soft, peach-like buttocks pressed against the stone table in front of Asmodie, her plump, smooth, white-silk-clad legs, as if sculpted from milk and honey, elegantly crossed and joined together.

Those two exquisite and elegant white silk-clad feet, as soft and fragrant as milk cake, hooked onto a pair of pure white, low-cut, open-toe, delicately strapped maid crystal high heels adorned with glistening nectar, pressing the man's erect and ferocious beast, still dripping with nectar, under the soles of her warm and delicate white crystal high heels.

Her fragrant, smooth feet, soaked in glistening nectar and sweet foot sweat, revealed a hint of translucence. As her warm, smooth toes touched the transparent crystal shoe, her soft, white silk feet created a hazy, misty outline on the transparent crystal surface, before stepping onto the ferocious, savage beast.

"I'm not going to end up like those defeated princess knights, becoming your docile female slave, you big wolfhound!"

The massive, ferocious, and scorching touch of the beast, visible through the transparent crystal toe of the shoe, caused a hint of intoxicating passion to well up in the head maid's emerald-green almond-shaped eyes. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Just moments ago, this ferocious and savage beast was using her as a harpoon, pressing her soft, white-stockinged maid-like flesh beneath it to vent its desires.

And now, this proud and burly beast is being trampled under her proud and elegant white silk crystal maid heels, with her fragrant and soft white silk feet.

"Someone like you? A lowly, savage beast? Only fit to be trampled underfoot? Punished and squeezed for juice?~~~"

Under Asmodeus's amused gaze, this elegant and beautiful head maid in white silk, with an arrogant and disdainful allure, crossed her white silk arms, cradling her two soft, fragrant breasts, before Asmodeus.

The white silk milk cake-scented foot that stepped on the beast hooked up a pure white, low-cut, open-toe, crystal-strap suspender heel tinged with a hazy white mist, and hung the delicate white veil with a ferocious beast head.

"Until we fulfill our promises and agreements, you lowly, savage beast, is this all you can do with these crystal high heels?"

"However, as a reward for your recent assistance to the Countess in unifying Castellania?"

Like a haughty and aloof queen in white silk bestowing a gift upon her knight commander, this elegant and beautiful chief servant arrogantly parted her crossed white silk legs, exposing her soft, smooth vulva, encased in white silk pantyhose, to Asmodian's burning gaze.

"So you're allowed to be squeezed dry like a savage beast in this state? You think you can just be drained of juice by my silken feet?"

The head maid's beautiful white hands, adorned with pristine white lace maid gloves, slid down arrogantly, parting the soft, creamy peach-shaped slits through the thin, sheer cream-colored pantyhose, as if she were a haughty and aloof white-stockinged queen, allowing her knight commander to use her as a side dish.

Then she raised her two fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk milk cake feet, and the creamy white silk toes with their delicate orchid fragrance, and from the left and right, she encircled Asmodie's ferocious, raised-headed savage beast into her soft, smooth, juice-squeezed silk feet composed of her white silk toes and toes.

This fierce and savage beast took her soft, peach-like vulva as its target, aiming to defile, stain, and fill her pure white crystal maid heels. Its white silk-clad feet moved rhythmically up and down, and with the lubrication of her nectar, its soft, fragrant white silk-clad toes stepped on the beast. Each soft, smooth, and translucent white silk-clad toe wrapped around the beast's massive body, arrogantly extracting its juice.

Chapter 118 The Knight Princess and Her Daughter at the Banquet (5k) has been updated.

As night fell, the hazy darkness, mingled with the soft glow of the moon, gently bathed the castle of Castellía.

However, the castle is rather quiet tonight.

There was no melodious silk zither music, only the crisp and graceful patter of high heels landing on the stone brick floor.

Tonight's decadent banquet is slightly different from last night's dissolute and decadent banquet.

Asmodeus, the mistress of the noblewomen, knights, maids, and dancers at this bewitching banquet, was completely unaware of the banquet's contents.

Or to be more precise, in most cases, the content of the banquets inside the castle was not determined by him.

Despite having the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure, he mostly used it as a means to control his territory and increase his power, rather than falling into the abyss and becoming corrupt.

Therefore, apart from some banquets for female slaves to plant slave marks, the content of many banquets was determined by those noblewoman female slaves.

Cassandra and Osalia, the two beauties, usually do not participate in the planning. The former, as a proud and charming knight, and the latter, as an elegant and mature countess, do not plan these dissolute and decadent banquets and pleasures.

As for Katharina and Sera, these two women are extremely prone to jealousy, so they certainly wouldn't host such a frivolous dinner.

The person who commissioned the dinner party was, in many cases, the haughty noblewoman he had captured in the Earldom of Dorne, Defiant.

Since this elegant and beautiful noblewoman was taken in as a female slave by Asmodie, this outwardly dignified and noble lady has transformed into a charming and elegant succubus, taking on the role of managing and coordinating these female slaves for Asmodie.

When dealing with external affairs, Deffie served as Asmoder's personal secretary, coordinating and managing his daily political affairs.

Internally, this elegant and graceful noblewoman not only assigned female slave noblewomen and princess knights to Asmod, but also organized and collected each newly acquired female slave for him, and assigned them to manage his territory or expand the princess knight order, or arranged for them to serve as guards for the noblewomen.

At the same time, if Asmodée needs it, she will plan the details of each dinner party and show him as much pleasure as possible.

"The banquet hall is just ahead... Hmm? You savage, lowly wolfhound! How dare you attempt to assault me, your head maid, in front of other noble ladies?!"

The beautiful head maid, exuding a sweet and mellow feminine fragrance, led Asmodie to the banquet hall with her elegant steps, her two jade feet, stained with sticky, thick white fluid, hooked up to her delicate and elegant low-cut, open-toed white tulle maid crystal high heels.

However, the usually gentle and intellectual white-silk-clad head maid, Lorraine, now had two soft, creamy peach-like breasts tremblingly jumping out of her already cool lace apron. Asmodie's large hands were kneading and grasping one of them as if it were a soft, creamy cake, the soft, smooth flesh filling his fingertips.

Those two soft, tender, and fragrant peach shortbreads, along with the smooth milk filling, overflowed from between the man's fingers, and as he casually kneaded and played with them, drops of milk seeped out.

Rowling's haughty, beautiful eyes, filled with soft, peach-like lips, swept over Asmodeus's large hands kneading her two mounds of milky, honey-like breasts. Despite the sweet, mature feminine fragrance emanating from her, which made one's mouth dry, her tone remained cold and arrogant.

"Gurgle? ~~What a savage beast that only knows how to fight?~~"

However, the head maid who said these words, with her ripe and tender flesh, was completely at odds with the arrogance in her tone.

Her originally lace apron, which was just waist-length and resembled a honey curtain, was now being squeezed between her plump, smooth, white-stockinged thighs by the man's ferocious, massive beast, lifting up the lace hem of the apron.

This left her already slippery, moist, creamy peach-shaped vulva, soaked in sticky, glistening nectar, covered only by a thin, creamy, sheer white pantyhose, exposed to the air filled with the sweet, mature fragrance of a woman. This thick, ferocious beast repeatedly forced open her soft, fragrant peach-shaped vulva from behind, violating it amidst the gurgling, sticky sounds of its member.

The white silk pantyhose outlined the plump contours of her vulva, and the two white, soft clams were repeatedly squeezed open by the beast, squeezing out drops of sticky nectar, soaking the white silk pantyhose into a sticky mess.

The elegant and dignified white-stockinged head maid, at the moment, appeared to be being violated by Asmodie from behind, her breasts being fondled and groped. She tried her best to maintain her graceful and beautiful demeanor as she led him to this seductive banquet hall.

Those two mounds of soft, white silk buttocks, as smooth and ripe as creamy peaches, were only covered by a few light ribbons hanging down. With each step Asmodie took forward, these two mounds of soft, ripe silk buttocks would fall like soft, ripe peaches and bump against the man's hard and solid waist, creating soft, slick waves of flesh with each impact.

This seemingly gentle, elegant, and intellectually proud head servant, despite having been violated to the point that her two plump, smooth, white silk legs were covered in nectar and dripped with drops of spring nectar, still maintained her haughty and aloof demeanor.

Upon closer inspection, one can actually see that Rowling's pair of white, open-toed crystal maid suspender heels, stained with sticky white fluid, did not touch the ground, but rather trembled slightly as they hung between Asmodie's legs.

On the surface, she was leading Asmodeus to the banquet hall, but in reality, this elegant and proud white-stockinged head maid was hanging in front of Asmodeus like a maid's flesh armor. Her pair of white-stockinged jade hands softly hooked his shoulders, and with each step he took, the head maid's two soft and ripe buttocks would grind against his hard waist.

That ferocious, thick, and fiery beast also advanced, repeatedly pushing aside the head maid's soft, smooth, and plump white silk thighs, and after pushing apart the two soft, moist clam-like labia soaked in nectar, it lifted the hem of the lace apron from behind, wantonly desecrating the head maid's ripe, soft, and tender white silk flesh.

"Our elegant and noble head maid seems to be quite looking forward to being violated in public," Asmodeus replied playfully, feeling the smooth and soft touch in his hand.

He looked at the quiet, seductive banquet hall before him, where only the faint sound of high heels could be heard, and became somewhat interested in the seductive banquet that Defiant had prepared for that evening.

Guided by the head maid, Asmodeus arrived at the entrance of the hall, but unexpectedly, he was stopped at the entrance and forbidden to enter.

"Halt! This is the Countess's Enchanting Banquet Hall. You savage and vile beast are not allowed to enter."

A haughty and seductive voice, and a noble and clear female knight's seductive voice, came simultaneously from directly in front of Asmodé.

At the entrance to the banquet hall in front of Asmodée, a noble and alluring mature woman in black stockings, with a voluptuous figure, and a noble and beautiful older woman in black stockings, with a voluptuous figure and a voluptuous figure, both wearing pure white, high-heeled, knee-high leather boots, arrogantly blocked Asmodée's path.

Within the entire Castelia Castle, including the beautiful knight commander Dolores, there were nearly three hundred female knights who had been taken in as female slaves by Asmodeus. These female knights were all marked with slave marks and blessed by the Lord of Pleasure, becoming Asmodeus's exclusive female slave female knights.

No matter where they are, these female slave knights will not resist Asmodeus, let alone stop him or disobey his orders. Even if Asmodeus treats them like female slave dogs, leading them in dark alleys in pantyhose and high-heeled boots with chains, and raping and penetrating them at will like female knight prostitutes, they will not resist in the slightest.

But the sight of the female knight and her daughter, whom Asmoda had forbidden from entering, stirred a hint of amusement in Asmoda's heart.

The pair of knight princesses before us were none other than the noble and alluring Queen Princess Cassandra, and her elegant and beautiful pure white knight princess daughter, Sera.

After being taken in as female slaves, the mother and daughter made a deal with Asmodie to prevent each other from being violated.

Cassandra's deal with Asmodie was that as long as he didn't lay a finger on her noble and beautiful pure white knight daughter, and Sera didn't find out, he could violate her beautiful knight's body, which was a natural birth type of knight, at will.

Even in the open forest surrounded by beastmen, this proud and alluring knight was forced to lean against a tree trunk. Behind her and her daughter, separated only by a clump of trees, a man thrust his spear into her high, plump, soft, glossy black silk from behind, driving the ferocious and burly beast to invade her butterfly-shaped black silk-clad vulva, which should have belonged only to her deceased husband, for his use.

Sera's deal with Asmodie was that as long as he protected her noble and alluring knight, he could freely enjoy the plump, honey-shaped flesh of this mature knight with her fragrant breasts and beautiful buttocks, without her discovering it.

Even in the dead of night, this pure white knight, with her plump and sexy white flesh, wearing only lace-trimmed long black stockings and tight-fitting rubber high-heeled leather boots, came to her sleeping knight's bedside. This man lifted her long and alluring black stockings and high-heeled boots from behind and violated her above the sleeping knight in a train bento-style rear-entry, until her nectar was splashing everywhere.

At first, neither mother nor daughter was aware of the sacrifice the other was making to protect them; they simply bit their lips and yielded to Asmodie's repeated assaults.

However, as a perceptive knight, whenever Cassandra, that alluring and mature woman, with her proud and charming face flushed with a rosy glow and her alluring eyes filled with pink hearts, walked out of the grove with Asmody in a languid and seductive manner.

Whenever Sera, the noble and beautiful knight, walked out of the training ground and bath with Asmody in the dead of night, her body covered in a cool, thin, sheer shirt and delicate crystal high-heeled sandals, exuding a languid and intoxicating charm, her breasts and buttocks swaying in the breeze.

The seemingly cold relationship between the female knight and her daughter gradually revealed each other's hidden tenderness, maternal instincts, and affection.

However, what they had in common was the possessiveness that both mother and daughter shared towards Asmodé.

“The Countess has decreed that a savage beast like you must first be verified as to whether you are qualified to enter the banquet.”

A noble and alluring female knight and a beautiful and elegant older female knight stepped forward together with graceful steps, their voices cold and haughty, displaying the demeanor of duke's personal guard knights who were dutifully fulfilling their duties.

However, the sexy knightly attire worn by these nude, alluring figures—their breasts, buttocks—was only adorned with a thin, form-fitting, glossy, high-cut black pantyhose that, combined with their revealing outfits that resembled those of prostitute knights, made their dutiful guard knightly demeanor appear extremely erotic.

The two mounds of the beautiful knight, as plump and soft as if filled with fragrant, ripe milk fat, and the two plump, rounded breasts of the pure white knight, as smooth and plump as washed white peaches, were completely covered only by a strip of glossy black, side-cut, one-piece lace that hung down around her jade-like neck.

However, the side-cutout design of this one-piece, glossy black silk bodysuit not only exposed the mother and daughter's plump, fair backs and their full, graceful backs, but also...

Even the sweet, milky fragrance of the breasts, like two mounds of rich, creamy milk, overflowed from the openwork openings on both sides. As for the daughter's soft, smooth, and fragrant breasts, they stretched the openwork black bodysuit to an extremely bulging state, with large patches of snowy, creamy flesh spilling out. It was as if Asmodie was tempting Asmodie to slip his hands into them from both sides and freely knead and play with the mother and daughter's soft, milky, peach-like breasts.

Beneath those black pantyhose, Mei's soft, tender breasts and her daughter's fragrant, delicate nipples were only covered by two silver ribbons hanging from the bright silver shoulder armor, which held up a purple oriole badge. These two milky-scented breasts were not even concealed; a few light shakes would cause the purple oriole badge to shake open, revealing the breasts, which were aroused by exposure, to Asmodie's burning gaze.

The sheer, translucent black pantyhose accentuated the woman's full, firm waist and her daughter's lithe, supple waist. Two shimmering pink nipples, like slave marks, were subtly revealed on the woman's plump, black-stockinged abdomen and her daughter's taut, black-stockinged lower abdomen, highlighting that both mother and daughter were female slaves of Asmodian knights.

The black stockings worn by the beautiful woman, which were clad in glossy black pantyhose, and her daughter's plump, heart-shaped buttocks outlined by the black pantyhose, were even more erotic and revealing than the chainmail and buttock curtains worn by those female knights and prostitutes.

A bright silver belt, reaching to the waist, wrapped around the voluptuous waists and slender, slender waists of the mother and daughter. Several bright silver chains dangled down, passing between the mother's fragrant, voluptuous breasts and the daughter's moist, plump, heart-shaped buttocks.

Deeply embedded in the plump, soft, and moist butterfly-shaped black silk vulva and the daughter's honey-smooth vulva, the two plump, soft, and moist butterfly lips and the smooth, moist honey lips are slightly stretched apart by this exquisite and holy bright silver chain, symbolizing that the holy bright silver is now stained with crystal-clear female honey.

A holy, bright silver knight's longsword badge, suspended by a silver chain, hangs in front of the mother and daughter's black-stockinged plump and soft vulvas, seemingly serving as a honey curtain. In reality, all it takes is for that ferocious beast to brutally violate the mother and daughter's already overflowing black-stockinged soft vulvas, causing the ripe nectar to stain this holy silver badge.

"Verify qualifications?"

Asmodée's lips curled slightly. In front of the mother and daughter, he hooked up the soft, smooth, white-stockinged legs of the beautiful maid, Lorraine, in his arms, arranging them in an extremely shameful train bento position, revealing the maid's extremely slippery white-stockinged vulva, soaked in the nectar of her mature flower, and the ferocious beast that was slightly spreading open the white-stockinged vulva, to the mother and daughter.

"What are the requirements for being invited to the banquet?"

As the words fell, the head maid's soft, white-silk-clad buttocks, like two mounds of creamy cake that had fallen to the ground, landed heavily on Asmodie's firm waist, crushing it into a soft, honey-smooth cake, splashing nectar everywhere.

"Ee-hmm?~~~" A soft, sweet moan escaped from the fragrant lips of the white-stockinged maid, who had been proud and elegant just a moment ago, but whose eyes now sparkled with hearts the next.

That ferocious, thick beast, once again clad in a thin, sheer cream-white pantyhose, stretched open her already Asmodal-shaped white silk buds in front of the knight mother and daughter, and began its invasion once more.

"Eeeee?~~ You...~~ vile beast?~~ Mmm...~~ No~ don't?~~ It's going to fill you up?~~ Eeeeeee?~~"

A sweet, intoxicating moan escaped from the head maid's soft, fragrant lips, mingling with the sweet scent of ripe virginity. This usually gentle and dignified head maid, clad in white silk, was transformed into a white-silk maid slave at Asmodie's mercy in front of the knight mother and daughter. As the man lifted her plump, soft white silk legs, thrusting his hips forward, she lowered her fragrant, silky buttocks.

The man's strong and solid waist could make her soft, white-silk-clad buttocks ripple like creamy peaches. Even though her soft, plump white-silk-clad vulva was not violated, it still splashed out mature nectar in the man's rounds of rough violation.

At this moment, Asmodie was like a wild beast charging forward, treating this gentle and dignified beauty as a white silken bed with soft, honey-skinned buttocks, freely roaming and violating her.

Those plump, soft, white silk legs, after being lifted up by Asmodie, were completely draped over her waist. With each violent and savage attack, they could only softly cling to those white, exposed-toe crystal maid heels stained with sticky white fluid, swaying up and down incessantly.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle?~ Milk?~~ Milk juice?~~ Ee-ee??~~~"

Two soft, creamy mounds of milk, freed from restraint and leaping out of the lace apron during Asmodé's savage ride, swayed up and down like two suspended soft peaches with the savage onslaught. As they were moved, they exuded sweet, creamy milk, and drops of milk splashed everywhere as the two soft, creamy mounds of milk swayed.

The mother and daughter, gazing upon this alluring scene that could seduce any female, both possessed captivating hearts in their haughty and seductive eyes. Even their voluptuous labia, concealed beneath black pantyhose, oozed a few drops of sticky nectar.

But, as the knights in charge of guiding this alluring banquet, wouldn't it be necessary for the mother and daughter to personally test the ferocity of this beast with their own black-stockinged, honey-scented vulvas dripping with ripe nectar?

Chapter 119 The Black-Silk-Clad Knight's Beautiful Mother and the Pure-White-Clad Knight's Daughter

Tonight's allure dinner is quite different from last night's.

As the main planner of the Allure Dinner, Deffie did not reveal many details about the specifics.

All I know is that this banquet is a seductive banquet attended by those proud and beautiful female knights, elegant and graceful maids, and noble and charming ladies.

Asmodie, the host of this seductive banquet, was the only male present.

Logically speaking, let alone him freely entering and leaving the banquet hall of this dinner.