Blood Emperor Throne

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This is why Asmodian often releases these eight bloodletting demons to wreak havoc. These eight bloodletting demons can be considered his familiar demons, and the more skulls they slaughter, the stronger they become.

Once the third stage is reached, these eight bloodletting demons can be summoned at any time.

The demoralized beastmen, driven only by their animal instincts, fled desperately toward the gap, failing to escape even one of the only exits.

The castle, which was originally their hunting ground, has now been transformed into their slaughterhouse.

The civilians, caught in extreme fear and panic, could only see the beastmen fleeing desperately toward the gap, turning into shredded pieces of flesh and blood as they reached it. They could not see what kind of being was slaughtering these beastmen.

But one thing they were certain of was that they had survived, for the time being.

One after another, turbid and inferior horned beast blood souls, mixed with the shimmering crimson blood souls of enraged horned beasts surging with frenzied lust, transformed into bloody waves that continuously built new foundations for the skull throne deep within Asmodian's soul.

The blood souls of these hundreds of beastmen were naturally mixed with their frenzied bestial desires.

That most primal, savage, dark lust transformed into a raging, unrestrained desire, causing the six peach-purple crescent moons deep within Asmodie's soul to shimmer with a soft, decadent, and alluring peach-colored halo, like a sensual abyss.

Especially the blood and soul of that minotaur, mixed with desires as rampant as a raging bull.

This caused Asmodeus's dark, deep eyes to gleam with a wild, greedy heat, and he turned his gaze to the elegant and mature Countess Castellane and the noble and alluring knight.

A savage battlefield filled with decadent bestiality, and elegant, mature, and alluringly beautiful mother and daughter counts with gourd-shaped, seductive bodies, full breasts and plump buttocks.

The defeated, beautiful female knight's disheveled and helpless alluring appearance, her voluptuous breasts and plump buttocks, and her soft, oily silk feet that fell helplessly, exuding the fragrance of a mature female knight, all emanated a bone-deep lust that constantly stimulated his restless, bestial desires.

He closed his dark eyes to suppress the raging lust in his heart, casually discarded the black chains in his hand, and when he opened them again, a trace of fiery, beastly greed remained in his deep black eyes. He casually beheaded several fleeing horned beasts with his longsword held at an angle, and stepped forward with his blood-stained boots.

"Countess Castella, Osalia Desara?"

His dark eyes, gleaming with a wild, predatory greed, stared at the beautiful, mature woman before him, who wore a cool, sexy, low-cut, halter-neck silk dress that reached her hips.

The elegant and mature beauty of the countess, which would make any male's blood boil at a glance, further stimulated his frenzied lust, causing him to frown slightly.

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

Osalia shyly gathered her revealing, thin-strapped, bright purple silk dress, and smoothed the loose chestnut hair that fell across her forehead, trying her best to maintain the dignity and noble grace of a countess.

However, her mature and fair complexion was now radiating an intoxicating spring charm and a bewitching, alluring blush, and her gentle, watery eyes were filled with a captivating, honey-like spring-like allure.

Asmodian's gaze, filled with a wild, greedy intensity, caused her breasts and buttocks, which, having been deprived of lubrication for so long, to feel a soft, sticky, and sweet spring tide rising within her.

Beneath that thin, form-fitting shirt lay sculpted, solid, and strong muscles; a tall, robust physique like a marble sculpture; a handsome, aloof face; and deep, indifferent black eyes.

All of this made the beautiful, mature countess, who hadn't experienced any pleasure in over a decade since her husband's death, feel her flesh burning with desire. She couldn't help but hug her jade-like, white, and slender arms, her spring-like eyes shyly looking away.

As for the man's presumptuous and aggressive gaze lingering on her plump, soft, and ripe breasts and her fleshy buttocks, which were barely covered by a silk skirt that reached her hips, she could only suppress her shame and let the man enjoy her as he pleased.

The man before her had just saved her, a beautiful and mature countess who was about to become a breeding ground for beastmen, like a valiant knight. She naturally wouldn't care about such a presumptuous act.

Moreover... this man single-handedly killed a minotaur... his personal combat strength alone could easily crush all the armies that she, the countess, could currently control.

Let alone this unbridled gaze, even if this man stepped forward the next second and pinned her elegant, mature, and beautiful noble countess with her gourd-shaped, alluring breasts and plump buttocks to the ground, embracing her fragrant, plump buttocks like a mad beast and wantonly violating her.

She could only writhe and submit to this man's pleasure, utterly powerless to resist.

"My name is Asmodé, and I am a mercenary hired by your daughter, Catherine, to rescue you."

Asmodie wiped the blood from his longsword and quietly examined the elegant and mature countess in a purple dress before him.

It seems that the hasty escape was due to the intrusion of the Beastmen after nightfall.

Before me stood an elegant, mature, and beautiful countess, her breasts and buttocks, her white, plump, gourd-shaped flesh, barely covered by a few wisps of cool, alluring purple spaghetti straps, low-cut, hip-length silk dress that was clearly a nightgown.

This thin, form-fitting, and minimally woven spaghetti-strap silk dress accentuated her plump, soft, and fragrant breasts and her large, fleshy buttocks, making them appear incredibly sensual.

The silk fabric was extremely light and clingy, outlining her plump, soft, and mature waist in a graceful and voluptuous way. However, due to its excessive coolness,

Her two white, soft breasts, as plump and firm as ripe melons coated with sweet milk, almost trembled as they revealed most of their snowy whiteness.

As she lowered her silk-clad feet, the fabric swayed and vibrated, nearly tearing the collar of her dress, which was held together by only a thin strap.

The skirt, adorned with pure white lace, should have just reached her knees, but because of her large, plump, and voluptuous breasts, the skirt was pushed high up.

So much so that her plump, soft, and creamy buttocks, which were as ripe and tender as two soft, creamy balls, could only be barely covered by the flowing silk gauze skirt, which was blowing and clinging to her plump, white thighs in the hot night wind, outlining a voluptuous and mature silhouette that was both voluptuous and showed off her moist curves.

What truly aroused Asmodeus's lust was that this already light and semi-transparent bright purple halter-neck silk dress had large, extremely cool and sexy openwork openings at her plump and soft waist and on both sides of her plump, soft, and oily white buttocks, barely held together by a single ribbon.

Her plump, mature legs, with their exquisitely fleshy and smooth white skin, gleamed with a rich, oily sheen in the firelight. The entire length of her shapely waist was completely exposed, leaving most of her large, soft, white, oily, and fragrant buttocks almost trembling in the air.

Every time she gently steps onto her plump, rounded, mature legs, her vibrant purple ankle-strap stiletto sandals, adorned with her fair, fragrant feet and vibrant purple nail polish, touch the ground with each step.

Those plump, round, white, and creamy buttocks, like two large, ripe honey cakes filled with sweet, thick, white cream, would be wrapped in a bright purple halter-neck silk skirt that barely reached their buttocks, constantly squeezing, colliding, and swaying, creating waves of mature, alluring buttocks.

At this moment, the elegant and mature countess before me had lost much of her noble and graceful demeanor. Her original elegance and grace had been replaced by a seductive and alluring charm, leaving only the seductive and alluring charm of a mature mother.

“Kathelina?” Osalia was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something, and her spring-like eyes filled with shyness.

She knew very well that the man in front of her, whose combat strength was comparable to that of a knight commander, was not someone that Catherine, or even she herself, could afford to hire.

If that's the case, then there's only one reason why this man accepted the job to rescue them...

A captivating allure flickered in the Countess's alluring eyes, and she couldn't help but picture her noble and aloof daughter, who always maintained an elegant and detached demeanor in front of any man, now writhing and submitting to the savage, beast-like man before her...

She lifted her fair, delicate arms, turned her shy eyes slightly to the side, and a hint of mature, sweet fragrance wafted from her full, soft lips. Her elegant and charming voice trembled slightly.

"Kathrina, where are you? And... what... what reward do you want? Kindel... or something else?"

"She and Sera are outside the city."

Asmodian sheathed his longsword and was about to step forward when a panicked, fleeing horned beast flashed past him, causing Osalia to cry out in surprise and stumble backward.

Asmodai frowned slightly, casually drew his sword and beheaded the rampaging inferior horned beast. He quickly stepped forward, reached out and embraced her plump and soft waist, pulling her voluptuous breasts and buttocks into his arms.

His strong, broad chest pressed tightly against the mature countess's plump, soft breasts, which trembled beneath her silk suspender dress, creating an extremely soft, fragrant, and ripe honey cake. The action was utterly profane.

After Osalia recovered from her panic, Asmody's masculine aura so close to her, and his broad, reassuring chest, made this mature and alluring countess, whose flesh was already burning from lack of lubrication, let out a sticky, seductive fragrance from her honeyed lips.

As for Asmodeus's large hand, which was wrapped around her slender waist, it was now, through the thin silk dress, climbing up her ripe, plump, and white buttocks in an extremely profane manner, even roughly kneading them, causing some wrinkles to appear on her luxurious silk dress.

She merely bit her full, soft lips slightly, her alluring face flushed with a captivating shyness and a dreamy blush.

After all, this man had just saved her from the beastmen, and this was an unintentional act, so she couldn't bring herself to feel ashamed or angry.

"We can discuss the compensation later."

Asmodeus casually released the beautiful, mature countess from his arms. However, as they parted, his large hand aggressively kneaded her plump, soft buttocks, eliciting a soft moan from the mature beauty's full lips. His indifferent, deep dark eyes then swept over the group of injured female knights.

"They seem to be in trouble?"

Asmodé asked calmly.

"Mmm..." Asmodeus's extremely rough and profane act caused a shy moan to escape from the Countess's full, honeyed lips. Her elegant and beautiful face was filled with intoxicating spring charm, but that was all. There was no anger in her eyes, only shyness.

She looked at Asmodie with shy yet hopeful eyes: "Could you... save Cassandra and the others?"

At this moment, Osalia was unaware that she had already developed a dependence on the man she was meeting for the first time.

Asmo stepped forward, sheathed his sword, and knelt down to examine Cassandra's injuries. He pondered, "I can save her, but it depends on whether you comply."

"You... yielded?"

Cassandra clutched her injured waist and abdomen, looking puzzled, but Asmodie's next move caused a blush to rise on her noble and alluring face.

Asmody ripped off her tattered armor, leaving her two plump, ripe breasts, like two large, creamy, fleshy mounds covered in glistening strips of flesh, exposed to the air with his rough movements, trembling like two large, fragrant, fleshy cakes coated in flesh-colored cream.

The beastmen here have been almost completely wiped out, leaving only Asmodie as a man, which makes the elegant and mature countess Osalia blush.

"You! Stop—uh~~"

The scolding from Cassandra's honeyed lips turned into a seductive moan that made Osalia and the other knights blush as Asmodie's warm fingertips caressed her soft, plump waist and then gently lifted one of her large, soft, fragrant, and glistening breasts.

Even Asmodeus's large hands, which held swords and spears, were as distinct as pine trees and mountains when faced with these two plump, soft, and glistening breasts, his fingertips sinking deep into their softness.

“Your injuries are too severe, and so are the other female knights.” Asmodie glanced around at the female knights, then leaned down to Cassandra’s fair and delicate ear, her clear voice possessing a magnetic quality that could make any woman’s heart flutter.

"Submit to me, become my follower, and I can save your life and the lives of the other female knights."

"You!" Cassandra was initially extremely embarrassed and angry, but after glancing at the other dying knights, she finally bit her full, soft lips, shyly looked away, and conceded: "No, don't let the Countess see..."

Asmodée nodded and looked at the Countess.

“Well…” Osalia looked at the alluring spring scenery before her and shyly looked away.

"I'll go back to the castle first to prepare for the follow-up work of appeasing them."

A moment later, Cassandra, the beautiful female knight with her ample breasts and plump buttocks, along with twelve defeated female knights, were led by Asmody, full of shame, into the shattered inner hall of the castle...

After a fierce battle where he fought thirteen opponents alone...

The twelve defeated female knights lay sprawled on the ground, their tall, graceful bodies covered in rough marks of love. Their fair faces, whether noble and beautiful, elegant and refined, or delicate and graceful, were flushed with an intoxicating blush and a mesmerizing spring charm.

On her shapely and firm lower abdomen, a slave mark radiating a hazy peach-like blush was surrounded by an alluring pinkish-purple soft halo.

The twelve female knights have fully recovered from their injuries, and compared to before, they are not only more graceful and sexy, but also more alluring and seductive, and more charming and beautiful, exuding the full vitality of spring.

"Do you... really have to use such an embarrassing position?"

Cassandra, embarrassed and annoyed, leaned against the wall, her plump, soft breasts, wrapped in glistening, ripe flesh, trembling and drooping precariously.

With shame and humiliation, she raised her plump, soft, and moist buttocks, glistening with oil and like a large, creamy dough ball, high before Asmodie, letting him roughly press down on her from behind. She was a noble, mature, and alluring knight-errant with large breasts, plump buttocks, and a naturally endowed, honey-like flesh.

Faced with this man whose strength was enough to crush the minotaur, the twelve princess knights were extremely shy but very obedient. Even though three of the princess knights were a beautiful mother princess knight with big breasts and big buttocks, accompanied by two tall and beautiful twin daughters, they shyly leaned against the wall and raised their big buttocks.

Only Cassandra, the beautiful knight, had shy, alluring eyes filled with both intoxicating passion and embarrassment, and she tightly bit her full, sweet lips, refusing to allow Asmodie to violate her.

"You don't want... the countess you've been protecting to be brutally ravaged by me later, do you?"

"And if you want to survive this serious injury, then just obey."

Asmodeus bit her soft, glistening earlobe from behind, his large hand slid up her smooth, snowy armpit and grasped her trembling, drooping breasts, a gesture tinged with a hint of mockery.

The beautiful female knight finally yielded with a seductive moan, shyly opening her soft, sweet lips for him to enjoy.

When Asmody once again pinned Cassandra, the noble and alluring knight with voluptuous breasts and a plump bottom, beneath him, and lifted her long, firm, and voluptuous legs, she was filled with a sense of sensuality.

Her legs, clad in high-heeled silver boots, were soft, plump, and glistening with the scent of oil, and she obediently allowed Asmodeus to carry her on his shoulders, swaying back and forth with his fierce thrusts.

Then it transformed into a posture that wrapped around his hard and solid waist.

Those soft, glistening, tender white toes unconsciously scratched his back, until finally they draped softly over Asmod's waist like a baby being held, their flesh already filled to the point of being soft and yielding to his every whim.

With his extremely rough, beast-like movements, those fragrant, smooth, and alluring feet in those glossy, fleshy stockings swayed lazily in tempting arcs, allowing him to savor their plump, soft, and sweet lips.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, in the lord's room, the elegant and mature countess Osalia was so disturbed by the soft, seductive moans in her ears that she could only clench her plump, white legs together and focus on the task of soothing the woman before her.

Author's note: Originally, it was written that the protagonist, due to his bestial rampage, raped the beautiful mature countess mother and daughter, the beautiful female knight, and the twelve female knights.

But that was too wild, and it turned into a complete bulldozer, so we changed it to this.

The original plot involving forced group sex was incorporated into the "if" side story.

Chapter 9 Mother and Daughter United

After the war subsided, the tasks included rebuilding the castle, pacifying the civilians, and maintaining order.

They extinguished the fire, cleared the rubble, and disposed of the bodies.

The capital city, built around the lord's castle, was now deathly silent in the sweltering summer night, with only helpless sobs and wailing groans echoing through the air.

Castella was extremely weak after the beast invasion.

Before the invasion by the beast horde, the city surrounding the lord's castle had a permanent population of about a thousand, and with the civilians moving around the castle in several surrounding villages, the population once reached nearly two thousand.

However, after this ravages by the beast horde, including those who fled and those who scattered, the castle's population is now less than a thousand, and the surrounding villages have been completely looted by the roaming beastmen.

Osalia's only available force consists of fourteen female knights, including Cassandra and Sera, a mother and daughter knight pair.

With such limited manpower, maintaining the stability of the castle and suppressing riots was already extremely difficult, not to mention that Castellania also had to send troops to clear out the beastmen roaming outside the castle and face the rebels entrenched in the north.

If the rebels were to attack now, or if another horde of beasts were to invade, the fall of this last remaining lord's castle would be imminent.

Therefore, what lies before Osalia is a broken castle that has been breached and ravaged by the beasts and is in need of reconstruction, as well as a military force that is stretched thin and weak.

And a deficit in financial reserves, the loss of most of the territory and the depletion of the army, and only a few villages next to the castle remaining, with a population of less than a thousand after being slaughtered by the Beastmen.

The current situation has become a complete dead end.

Osalia sat upright in her study, looking at the various reports before her, and sighed softly, stroking her tired brows.

Some consolation is that although the lord's castle was attacked by the beastmen, it was repelled by the royal guards when they broke through the gates, and it did not suffer much damage. Most of the rooms, studies, and even the bathrooms and kitchens were intact.

The maids inside the castle were spared because they were among the first to evacuate, so they were spared from being homeless.

"Mom, it's okay. With Asmodel here, everything will be alright."

Kasrina hooked her arms around her mother's swan-like, fair neck from behind and soothed her gently.

Unaware that she had already subconsciously begun to rely on Asmodeus, she was now taking it upon herself to depend on him.