Blood Emperor Throne

The equally shy but even more lustful girl, Aina, resembled a young bride about to be married. She shyly hooked her arms around Asmodie's neck, her lustful peach-pink almond eyes shimmering with a dreamy peach hue, with tears welling up in them.

Those snow-white, soft, creamy legs, clad in peach-pink crystal strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals, were held by Asmody, who grabbed their ice cream-stockinged feet and pressed them onto her slender shoulders, arranging her in an even more shameful, leg-resisting position.

In this position, she could clearly see the ferocious beast, still glistening with drops of peach juice, that had just been withdrawn from Elsa's creamy peach, exuding a savage masculine aura, pressing against her soft, peach-like white silk vulva, rubbing against the moist, slippery crevice of the creamy peach, soaked in the juicy peach juice.

Wrapped in those sheer, creamy-white stockings, pressing against the sliver of tender peach beneath the white stockings, Asmody didn't roughly lower his waist this time. Instead, he yielded to the shy but lustful blonde girl, Aina, whose almond-shaped eyes were filled with pink hearts.

Watching the savage beast's head slowly pry open her smooth, tender vulva, as if enjoying a newly captured white rabbit, while making her soft body feel weak, and squeezing out the sweet peach juice accumulated in the white flesh, before pressing down heavily on her waist!

"Eee-ooh-ooh-ooh~~" The girl hooked her arms around Asmodie's neck, her sweet, tender tongue half-protruding as she breathed softly, sweet saliva dripping down her tongue in a glistening line, her peach-pink almond eyes almost completely turning into hearts.

Compared to the shy Aina who let Asmody do whatever he wanted, the slightly lustful Aina simply stuck out her sweet and tender tongue, her white silk stockings hooking onto Asmody's shoulder with her slightly loose and half-undone peach-pink strappy crystal high heels, swaying seductively in mid-air with his savage pounding attack.

Inside the casino, the brothers Red and Dennis clutched their chips tightly, their eyes bloodshot as they stared intently at the gambling table, growing increasingly agitated by their repeated losses.

The maid comforted Asmodeus, whose tall and strong waist pressed the two brothers' pure and lovely white-stockinged daughters down on his ox-like body with an extremely powerful staking position.

His strong, firm waist, almost like a swung battering ram, violently slammed into the sisters' soft, sweet, and creamy white silk ice cream-colored buttocks, which were already soaked with a layer of creamy color from the splashed peach juice. With each thrust, peach juice would splash out between his hard, solid waist and the girls' tender, soft white silk ice cream-colored buttocks.

As the brothers Red and Dennis repeatedly placed bets with their chips in hand.

Asmodie, with his strong waist, parted their daughter's slender, soft, creamy white silk legs, grabbed their daughter's soft, snow-white, delicate feet, which were hooked with peach-pink crystal high heels, and roughly thrust his waist down.

When the two brothers were so excited about winning money that their faces were flushed.

Their pure and lovely daughter in white silk was being violated by Asmodie's savage offensive until her innocent face was filled with a hazy pink, her pink eyes turned into heart shapes and rolled upwards in a daze, her soft and tender tongue was half-protruding, and sweet white mist and sweet fragrance mixed with delicate moans with a dazed crying voice overflowed.

Author's note: This is too erotic, the contrast is...

Chapter 171 Strappy White Silk

　The saying "Gamblers lose nine out of ten times" is not just an empty phrase.

Even if they've lost everything in the previous nine games, and even if the only time the house lets them win only brings them back half of their initial investment, it's enough to make these gamblers ecstatic.

Inside the noisy casino, fueled by alcohol, the brothers Red and Dennis stared intently at the gambling table with bloodshot eyes. After winning a few times, they had completely lost the concept of stopping.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, bathed in the soft glow of peach-pink lighting, a maid comforted the two brothers who were engrossed in gambling, completely unaware of their pure and lovely daughter in white silk.

Right now, it is precisely because of their incorrigible gambling mentality that they have personally sent them to this maid brothel that serves only Asmodie, along with their gentle and beautiful white-stockinged wives, to be used as private, exclusive white-stockinged mother and daughter prostitutes.

"Waaah~~ Waaah~ Elsa~ Elsa~ Lost~~ Eee~~~ Guaah~ It's broken~~ Eeeee~"

"Big brother's~ oh~ okay~~ be more~ rougher with Aina~~ ugh~~ I'm going to be broken by big brother~ oh oh oh oh~~"

A soft, sweet moan, tinged with a hint of shy sobs, echoed and rippled through the maid's boudoir.

Beneath the man's tall and strong body, two pure and lovely girls in white silk stockings, with delicate and soft figures, were almost like a savage bull, wantonly enjoying his newly captured tender white rabbits.

That thick, fierce lance was practically used as a thin, utterly useless holster for the pure, translucent white pantyhose soaked in glistening peach juice.

The soft, tender, white silk-clad abalone was repeatedly pounded by this savage lance, wrapped in slippery, translucent white silk pantyhose, like a rough pestle used to extract sweet peach juice. It was pounded from top to bottom with an extremely savage frequency and amplitude on the girl's moist, snow-white, tender buttocks, which were already soaked in peach juice, under the white silk pantyhose.

A young girl's soft, creamy peach is nothing like the plump, ripe peaches and abalone of a mature woman, which often accumulate mellow, sweet nectar.

The juicy, ripe vaginas of those mature women and voluptuous mothers often didn't even require him to thrust his hips in such a savage position; sometimes, just having this rough stone pestle pressed against their ripe, sweet lips would cause them to drip with nectar.

If he were to use such a forceful driving position, every time he lowered his waist and slammed down the stone pestle, roughly breaking open the two oily, plump lips and thrusting into the honey-filled cavity, it would cause the ripe female nectar to splash everywhere.

However, this does not mean that the girls he admires will not splatter honey when he thrusts into them.

Or rather, the girl's splashed peach juice was no less than that of the mature women. In fact, often when Asmodie roughly lowered himself, his rough stone pestle, wrapped in a layer of sheer white stockings, savagely and brutally pounded into the creamy peach.

This soft, tender peach, unable to withstand the massive size of this savage beast, will be more easily shaped into its own unique form, and the sweet peach juice accumulated within will be squeezed out, splashing everywhere, staining the heart-shaped, peach-pink mattress with glistening honey stains.

The contrast between the grotesque, ferocious, and monstrous beast and the sweet, soft, and tender white-haired peach that almost always splashes with glistening peach juice with each thrust is extremely lewd.

Two mounds of tender, snow-white breasts, like inverted jade bowls, or small milk cakes adorned with cream, with pink cherry blossoms and pink crystal milk pendants, were being pounded back and forth like cream puddings in an earthquake under the almost relentless, savage onslaught, the milk pendants shaking wildly.

As the brothers Red and Dennis, panting heavily, repeatedly threw their chips onto the gambling table.

The maid comforted the courtyard as Asmodie, amidst rounds of savage attacks, launched a final, frenzied assault, akin to a wild beast marking its territory.

The final, savage charge forced the savage, massive, and ferocious beast, its white stockings already wrinkled from the impact, to retreat to the very back. Then, with an extremely fast frequency, it swung down heavily, mercilessly pounding the tender, creamy peach to its deepest point!

"Waaaaah~~ Big brother~~ filled me up again~~ Ee-hmm~"

"Eek~~ Ooh~ Ha~ I want~ to be with big brother~~~ Eek~"

As the scalding mountain torrent poured down, the two sisters, completely overwhelmed and in a daze, arched their slender waists upwards, raised their delicate pink necks high, and between their tender cherry lips, only a sweet, tearful moan remained, which could only be described as a dream.

"Okay! Okay!"

Inside the casino, brothers Red and Dennis clutched their chips tightly, jumping up and down in excitement, almost frantic, after winning a single sum of money.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, the maid was comforting Asmodeus, who was lifting his tall, strong body from the soft, white, silky flesh of Aisha and Aina, who had been violated and were now dazed. His thick, ferocious beast was glistening with drops of thick, white semen.

With two crisp popping sounds, the girl's completely soft, tender white flesh trembled slightly as she slowly withdrew from the tender white flesh that had been completely filled into ice cream puffs.

"Eek ha~ Haa~"

"Ooh~~ Hah~~ Eek~"

The two sisters, already dazed and confused, their peach-colored eyes rolled back, their innocent faces soaked with fragrant sweat, and drops of sweet saliva dripping from their tender cherry lips. Their soft, white silk-clad legs, which had been wrapped around their waists, now hung limply on either side of Asmodie's waist, and their pink crystal high heels were half off.

The two sisters' soft, moaning breaths were slightly different.

The shy Elsa covered her bashful peach-blossom eyes with her soft, delicate hands, and her tender cherry lips parted slightly, uttering a shy and absent-minded soft moan.

Shy but lustful Aina parted her soft, pink lips slightly, letting out a sweet mist of white liquid. Dewdrops trickled down her half-open lips as she drifted off in a daze, her snow-white breasts heaving.

The two brothers were ecstatic to the point of near madness after winning big in a high-stakes gamble.

Elsa and Aina, these innocent daughters whom they had never cherished or touched, had not only been violated and driven to madness by Asmodie, but had also been dressed in new cream-colored white bodysuits and had begun a new round of service.

At this moment, countless pairs of white pantyhose, soaked in sticky white fluid, were scattered throughout the maid's comfort courtyard.

Compared to mature women, delicate young girls like Elsa and Aina have a greater need for pantyhose.

Whenever Asmodeus used these girls, many soaked pantyhose would be scattered everywhere.

The two sisters' delicate, tender, and pure flesh was only covered by sheer, creamy white stockings. Their slender, soft, white-stockinged legs, in a shy duck-sitting position, rode on the tall, strong male's muscular waist. Their soft, white-stockinged, ice cream-like feet were replaced with transparent crystal platform stilettos, which shyly rested on either side of his waist.

The sheer white stockings, or the high-cut ones that barely covered the sisters' soft, snow-white breasts, with openings on both sides, were just like the white stockings and dead water swimsuits Asmodie had experienced in her previous life.

The soft, tender, white silk abalone, like the shy, soft lips of a young girl, is wrapped in translucent, creamy white silk, dripping with sweet floral juice. Amidst the girl's shy, soft moans, it kisses that thick, savage beast.

This tall, thick lance stood erect between the soft, fleshy thighs of the Aisha and Aina sisters, pressed against their soft, fleshy bellies adorned with pink erotic patterns. The contrast between the thick, menacing lance and the soft, fleshy legs created an extremely erotic and impactful effect.

"Aww~ Big brother~~"

"Woo~ Ha~~"

Like a shy white rabbit serving a savage and furious bull, the two sisters held hands, their soft and tender lips forming a pair of sisterly lilies. They shyly kissed each other in front of Asmodie, their sweet and tender tongues intertwining and occasionally escaping wisps of sweet and fragrant white mist.

Their shy, peach-blossom eyes remained fixed on Asmodie the entire time.

Using each other for support, the two sisters slowly lifted their soft, snow-white, silky buttocks, shyly pressing their bouncy, snow-white silk-clad buttocks against that erect beast.

The first to eat was naturally Elsa, who was the older sister but was especially shy.

However, when the shy Elsa let her younger sister's soft, delicate hands part her already greasy, peach-juice-soaked high-slit white bodysuit, it was a different story.

This ferocious and savage beast, its massive head dripping with white fluid, was not aimed at the soft, creamy peach that had been filled countless times, but rather at the pink, moist peach-like bud between the snowy, soft buttocks, which was wriggling slightly with shyness.

Author's note: Um... should I continue writing the second half? Because the story of these two sisters has dragged on for too long, it's time to move on to the next part.

Chapter 172 White Silk Peach and Ice Cream

The ten gold coins that the brothers Red and Dennis brought in were eventually lost completely in their repeated, almost frantic betting.

When the last chip they had exchanged for with the gold was ruthlessly taken away by the dealer, the two brothers, jolted awake from their alcohol-induced stupor, collapsed to the ground, trembling and pale, their bloodshot pupils, like those of a dying beast, trembling and contracting.

The two brothers, extremely frustrated, pulled at their sweat-dampened hair, filled with remorse.

But soon, the two brothers, still determined to gamble, fixed their bloodshot eyes on the loan office in the casino that had previously left them heavily indebted.

Driven by the idea of ​​taking a gamble to recoup their losses, the two incorrigible brothers gritted their teeth, their eyes bloodshot like dying wild beasts, and borrowed another sum of money from the casino.

Last time, the two brothers borrowed a full thirty gold dirhams at this very place to pay off gambling debts, which resulted in their gentle and beautiful white-haired wife and daughter having to go to the castle to serve as maids for a year. It was only then that Asmodian stepped in to settle the debt for them.

They hadn't even considered their gentle, beautiful, mature wives in white silk stockings, or their pure and lovely daughters.

Why would Asmod, the knight commander who controls the entire Castella and the outer territories, step forward to resolve this insignificant gambling debt for the two of them who are no better than lowly ants?

Just as the two brothers, panting and clutching the borrowed chips, returned to the gambling table once again...

Inside a soothing brothel bathed in a soft, peach-pink glow, their innocent and charming daughters in white silk stockings—a pair of prostitutes whose pure appearances belie their own—begin a new round of service to their sole patron.

"Aww~~ Elsa~ I'll eat it all~~"

"Ee-ha~~ Big brother~ Aina will also~ be a good girl~ and let big brother violate her~~"

The two sisters held each other's soft, white hands, riding on the man's strong, bull-like body in the intimate posture of young girls and lilies. Their sweet, tender tongues were half-protruding as their white silk-clad, snow-white buttocks rose and fell amidst their soft, sweet moans.

They wore crystal-platform round-toed stilettos, their soft, white-stockinged feet hanging gently on the sides of the man's waist, allowing him to hold them in his hands and play with them at will.

The sisters, Aisha and Aina, possessed delicate and exquisite bodies, as soft and sweet as cream cakes. Although they were petite and gentle young girls, they were still beautiful and charming.

Elsa, the older sister, has snow-white, tender, and plump breasts that resemble snow-white peaches, with a sweet and refreshing milky aroma. Her soft, snowy buttocks are wrapped in sheer white stockings, making her look like two juicy, bouncy, and soft milk cakes.

As the younger sister, Aina's soft, round, snowy breasts resembled creamy, soft, and sweet white peaches. Compared to her older sister's soft, creamy breasts, her snowy, moist buttocks were more perky and fragrant. Wrapped in creamy white stockings, they looked exactly like two soft, ripe milk cakes.

However, their delicate and beautiful bodies, wrapped in sheer white pantyhose, were a stark contrast to Asmodée's tall, strong, and muscular physique, which resembled a savage bull and a tender little rabbit.

As for that thick, ferocious savage lance, just by standing erect, it was enough to rise high between the sisters' tightly pressed, smooth, white-stockinged thighs, its grotesque beast head pressing directly against their erotic lower abdomens covered by white pantyhose.

Such a thick and ferocious size, on the soft and delicate white silk-clad bodies of the two sisters, is often enough for Asmodie to violate them with just one heavy thrust of his waist, causing their peach eyes to roll back in a daze and their flower juices to overflow and splash.

Right now, this savage and ferocious beast is not targeting their already cultivated, delicate, white-silk-cream-shaped little buns.

Rather, it was the soft, smooth, white silk peach blossom hidden between the snow-white, tender buttocks beneath two mounds of white stockings.

The ferocious, savage beast and the soft, smooth, snow-white buttocks of a young girl create a strikingly erotic and sexually impactful contrast.

This burly, massive, and fiery beast, the mere touch of its head on the sisters' soft, snowy buttocks, was like a thick, savage spear, moving from their white-stockinged buttocks to their delicate, snowy-white cleft.

“Eee-ha~ Eee-woo-mm…”

The first to eat was naturally Aina, the older sister.

This shy girl in white stockings arched her slender, snow-white back like a little white kitten in heat, her two soft, white-stockinged buttocks raised high above the ferocious beast, her two soft, delicate white-stockinged feet shyly curled up slightly in her platform crystal heels.

The ferocious, massive beast head, like a savage lance poised to fire, stretched the sheer, creamy white stockings, causing them to sag slightly. It roughly pushed open the girl's soft, snow-white buttocks and pressed against her pink, smooth, creamy peach-shaped nipple.

The savage and fierce aura, the sticky, white fluid seeping out—enough to make any female submit—and its monstrous, coarse size made the girl's soft body go weak with shame, her two snow-white, silky buttocks falling down in compliant instinct.

"Eee-ooh~~ Ee-ee-ee-ee~~"

Completely different from the strange, tingling sensation of being violated by a pile driver, Aisha was so embarrassed that tears welled up in her eyes. Her cherry lips kept opening and closing, oozing out sweet moans. Amidst the sweet fragrance and white mist, her sweet and tender tongue also uncontrollably protruded from her moist cherry lips, dripping with glistening saliva.

"Eek~ Elsa~ Uh-huh~ It's gotten~ so weird~~"

The girl, whose peach blossoms were being cultivated for the first time, had her tongue half-protruding, her fair face covered in intoxicating peach blossoms, and her heart-shaped pink eyes were slightly dazed and rolled upwards.

"But~~ Elsa~~ likes~~ Ee-mmm~~~"

The girl raised her long, fair neck, her sweet, sticky tongue dripping with saliva. Her thick, savage member, wrapped in sheer white silk, then, moistened by the sticky fluid and the previously glistening peach juice, pushed open the soft, pink pistil.

After traversing a path entirely different from the smooth, tender peach orchard, the winding path opens up to reveal all the smooth, delicate flesh along the way, and amidst the gurgling sounds of peach juice, it leads all the way to the bottom.

Until the girl's two soft, sweet, creamy ice cream-like buttocks gently slammed against Asmodie's hard, solid waist amidst her shy, tearful moans, trembling like two little cream puddings.

"Aww~~ Big brother's~~ is full again~~ Aww~"

The shy girl was clearly so embarrassed that her body went limp. It was her first time being deflowered, and her first time was with such a savage lance, comparable to that of a strong bull.

Instead, she deliberately brought her soft, smooth, white-stockinged legs together, her slender, delicate upper body arching back, and her soft, creamy white-stockinged buttocks rose and fell automatically, allowing that savage beast to enter and exit her smooth, delicate white-stockinged peach blossoms under her proactive posture of service.

The smooth, tender peach blossoms, so different from the plump, soft, and juicy peach blossoms of a mature woman, aroused Asmodie's bestial instincts. The savage beast that was penetrating the soft, white, silky little milk cake was even more enraged.

The girl was so shy that her body went limp, and she could only stick out her tender tongue and lean back softly, supporting herself on his chest with her jade hands.

Asmody suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl's slender, snow-white waist, turning Aisha, this shy and delicate girl in white silk stockings, into a portable white silk cup and launching a ferocious and savage attack!

"Eeya~~ Ooh~ Like this~ Use Elsa~~ Ee-ee~~"

"Elisa is going to break~~ Waaah~ She's going to be used by her master in front of Aina~~"

The girl, already blushing and weak with embarrassment, was completely ravaged and violated by Asmodie's violent and savage methods, until her heart-shaped pink eyes rolled back, her tender tongue was half-protruding out in a daze, and sweet saliva dripped down.

"Eee~ Elsa~~ It's~~ broken~~ Eeeoooooo~~"

After just a few rounds of rough and brutal use, the shy girl in white stockings rolled her peach-colored eyes upward, her delicate cries tinged with a hint of sobbing. Her creamy white stockings, which had been pressed together, were now loosened by the rough use, and her soft, white stockings and delicate feet were now resting between Asmodie's legs.

That soft, tender, white-silk-clad buttocks had completely become Asmodie's white-silk-clad girl-style holster for his use. Under repeated, ferocious attacks, as if using a portable cup, and as savage attacks, as if preparing a lump of creamy honey cake, they crashed into his hard, solid chest, with continuous splashing sounds of peach juice.

Two soft, sweet, and tender breasts, resembling inverted jade peaches, were adorned with heart-shaped milk pendants that rose and fell. Amidst the girl's dazed and delicate cries, drops of sweet milk spilled from their ups and downs. The heart-shaped milk pendants swayed and rustled, appearing to Asmodie like creamy snow peaches hanging high on a tree, adorned with pinkish-white milk pastries, swaying and trembling.