Blood Emperor Throne

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Veranica bit her full, luscious red lips in humiliation, letting Asmody wantonly violate and defile this proud and beautiful widow.

"Hmm~ I think you should need someone, hmm~ to control your territory."

It was clearly a humiliating transaction, yet this widow, recently widowed, found her sensual, alluring, white flesh becoming incredibly soft and languid under the defilement of a man other than her husband. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Moreover, despite the extreme shame, it was undeniable that the handsome and upright man before her was cold, domineering, and extremely ambitious. He possessed exceptional strength, intelligence, and strategic acumen, far surpassing her cowardly husband who only knew how to indulge in greed and luxury.

She was panting, trying her best to maintain the noble and elegant demeanor of a lady, suppressing the shameful soft moans that were about to escape her lips. Her expression remained gentle and dignified, but it had already taken on a touch of alluring and seductive charm.

“I can, uh... become, this person, to manage the territory for you, as long as you don’t plunder Bolot.”

"Furthermore, I can assist you, using Bolot as a fulcrum, hmm... attacking the very lifeblood of Earl Dorn... hmm~"

"I'm curious why you, the wife of Viscount Bolot, would care so much about this Viscount Bolot territory?" Asmod asked playfully in the ear of the widowed noblewoman in black silk.

"Because this is the territory that has been passed down through my family for generations."

Veranica bit her fiery red lips and said humiliatingly, "If it weren't for Count Dorn's invasion, our family wouldn't have fallen to such a desolate state, and I wouldn't have had to compromise and marry that man."

“So that’s how it is.” Asmodeus’s lips curled slightly.

"I can refrain from plundering the Viscount Bolot territory, but I will require you, the noble and beautiful Viscountess, to pay a small price."

Asmodée took out a down pen and handed it to the hot, black-stockinged widow's hand, which was adorned with alluring black lace gloves.

"How many treaties to sign depends on how much you, Viscountess, are willing to pay."

As he spoke, Asmodé's large hand slowly moved forward, caressing the Viscountess's snow-white, moist buttocks, then moving towards her long, vibrant red lace-trimmed black stockings, and finally probing deeper into her overlapping, fair thighs adorned with bright red lace...

Veranica stared at the blank treaty before her, her breathing hot and rapid.

She bit her full, sensual lower lip in humiliation, her black-stockinged hands trembling slightly as she wrote an agreement not to plunder, and slowly parted the overlapping black stockings, allowing Asmodie to violate her...

And when it came time to write the second point, she became Asmodie's docile slave.

This noble and beautiful widow in black stockings, with her alluring and elegant hands, caressed her smooth and rounded jade shoulders, and parted the two straps of her dress.

A light, form-fitting black and red lace dress slid slowly down her smooth, delicate skin...

The third task requires her to assist Asmodeus in managing the affairs of the noblewomen and their territories.

Without Asmodée needing to say more, this noble and beautiful woman, who had just become a widow, lightly bit her fiery red lips, leaned on the desk in front of her where the treaty was laid out, bent her voluptuous and graceful waist in black gauze, and her beautiful hands in black stockings trembled as she lifted up her gorgeous black and red lace bodycon stockings...

Her widowed buttocks, barely larger than a palm, adorned with thin black lace straps and bright red openwork lace, were completely exposed to men other than her husband, and she was doing so under duress.

Just as she was about to sign this humiliating contract, this noble and beautiful widow in black stockings was forcefully lifted up by the man behind her, who was carrying her sexy and glossy black stockings and red high heels.

The ferocious beast parted the already aroused crimson lace, and amidst her soft, seductive moan, brutally possessed this proud and alluring widow in black silk.

A touch of delicate fallen petals spreads across this humiliating contract, transforming into a seal.

The slave pattern, shimmering with a soft, peach-colored glow, slowly emerged on her fair and slender lower abdomen.

This also meant that she, this noble, beautiful, and charming widow in black stockings, had completely become Asmodie's property.

Chapter 33 You can't only learn to defend yourself when you're being robbed.

The following day, as the thin veil of morning mist, tinged with the scent of blood, was pierced by the brilliant golden dawn, it gently spilled into Viscount Bolot's manor, which had been transformed into a purgatory.

When a monk, sensing something was wrong, endured the stench of the morning mist and the sticky blood seeping from under the manor gate, he shakily pushed open the gate. The sight of the carnage, chopped and mashed by the beastmen, horrified him so much that he vomited on the spot and fled in terror.

Soon, news spread that the Viscount Bolot Manor had been attacked, the Viscount and a group of noble knights had died, and only the Viscount's wife, the noble and beautiful Veranica in black silk, had escaped with the protection of eighteen female knights.

This loss, the greatest since the horde of calamities began raiding the Earl of Dorne's territory, finally alerted the Earl of Dorne and the Knights of Dorne.

The entire Viscount's manor was looted, and all the manor's maids and noblewomen who had attended the banquet that day were kidnapped by the Beastmen. All that remained was a pile of chopped and mangled corpses.

And in Viscount Bolot's study, there was a chaotic scene of vibrant spring: a noblewoman's sexy lace camisole and a maid's pure white lace-trimmed panties, along with torn stockings scattered everywhere.

Looking at this vibrant yet erotic spring scene, one can easily guess that the missing noblewomen and maids, before being abducted into the lair by the beastmen, must have been brought here and collectively violated and humiliated by those savage and filthy beastmen before being dragged away.

The elegant and beautiful noblewomen had their luxurious silk dresses torn off, and the savage and dirty beastmen grabbed their beautiful, sexy, silk-clad high-heeled feet and pressed their graceful and proud flesh beneath them, wantonly violating and ravaging these beautiful noblewomen who were proud and unapproachable in front of commoners.

The pure and beautiful maid, tears streaming down her face, had her cool, pure white lace maid dress torn apart by those burly, beast-like men. Their innocent, delicate legs, encased in snow-white, sheer, thin-strapped stockings, were forcibly separated.

Grasping their soft, snowy, white-stockinged feet, he pressed their delicate, fragrant bodies beneath his rough and savage form, wantonly ravaging them with his seed.

In fact, their imagination was not far off; the ladies and maids did indeed encounter a situation similar to what they had envisioned.

However, the filthy and savage beastmen they imagined were actually Asmodeus alone, and it was the noblewomen and maids who voluntarily separated their long, sexy, white stockings and maids' suspender stockings, allowing Asmodeus to violate and possess them at will.

As for their belief that these noblewomen and maids were dragged into the lair by those savage and filthy beastmen to be used as breeding grounds, that is somewhat inaccurate. They were indeed reduced to sex toys, but only to Asmodie's sex toys, and the beastmen did not get any pleasure from them.

Although the details are still unknown, the loss was enough to shock Count Dorn and the nobles.

This raid by the beastmen began ten days ago. At first, many border nobles did suffer, their manors, territories and properties were looted, and even the wives, noblewomen and maids of those nobles were kidnapped, leaving only a scene of devastation.

But at that time, the nobles, including the Earl of Dorne and many other Dorne nobles, didn't take it seriously.

After all, it is currently the season when beastmen are most rampant, and the neighboring Earldom of Castella has been almost completely ravaged by the beast tide. It is only natural that a few groups of wandering beastmen would break into the territory and wreak havoc.

Besides, even if there were a beastman invasion, could these filthy, savage beastmen, driven entirely by their animal instincts, possibly defeat a fully armed noble knight and noble private army?

Even though they thought that these beastmen could be wiped out with a simple siege by the knights, no one had suggested this idea or even considered it.

Who will pay? Who will provide the knights? Who will recruit civilians to form soldiers? These are all things that require money.

Spending hundreds of gold to organize a dedicated army to hunt down a group of roaming beastmen that could be easily wiped out seems like a bad deal.

In the minds of Dorne and most of the Empire's people, once these beastmen have plundered enough, they will obediently return to the forest and stay there. As long as they don't plunder their own people, nobody cares about them.

But this time, after Viscount Bolot's manor was attacked, the Earl of Dorne and the nobles of the Earl of Dorne could no longer pretend to be dead and bark like dogs.

The Viscount of Bolot is located right next to the Rue River. This area is very wealthy in terms of arable land, assets, and population within the entire Earldom of Dorne. It is home to twenty plate-armored knights and eighteen princess knights who are dedicated to protecting the noble and beautiful Viscountess Veranica.

Such a powerful force was completely annihilated by a single, silent night raid by the Beastmen?!

Now the other nobles of the Earl of Dorne began to panic. Even Viscount Bolot had been wiped out in a night raid, so what about those of them who were far inferior to Viscount Bolot in strength and wealth?

Therefore, on the third day after the looting of Viscount Bolot's manor, Earl Dorne immediately organized the Knights of Dorne under the pretext of suppressing the Beastmen, and mobilized knights and soldiers from other noble families in accordance with the contract, preparing to march into Viscount Bolot's territory to suppress the roaming Beastmen.

However, this move was vehemently rejected by Viscount Bolot's widow, the black-haired widow Veranica, who had taken over her late husband's lands, infuriating the Earl of Dorn.

It wasn't that Veranica didn't accept Count Dorne's good intentions; in fact, any nobleman at this point would know what Count Dorne was planning.

After news spread that Viscount Bolot had died, the manor had been attacked, the noblewomen and maids had been plundered by the Beastmen, and all the noble knights had been wiped out, the first reaction of many nobles and Earl of Dorne himself was not to gather troops to besiege the Beastmen, nor to strengthen the defenses of their territories.

Instead, they seized the opportunity to take over the Viscountry of Bolot.

The Viscount Bolot alone has a population of four thousand and six thousand acres of fertile farmland. Located by the Ruva River, it boasts abundant fishery resources and river trade, making it as wealthy as, or even more prosperous than, the whole of Castellia.

Furthermore, Viscount Bolot's abilities have always been extremely reckless and foolish. If it weren't for his noble, beautiful, and charming wife Veranica managing his territory on his behalf, this wealthy viscountry would probably have been given away by this foolish viscount long ago.

With Viscount Bolot dead, all that remained was this large, wealthy estate that had been plundered by the Beastmen, and even a charming widow. No nobleman could remain unmoved by such a situation.

In addition, Count Dorn, that lecherous, fat pig, had long coveted this noble, beautiful, and charming lady in black stockings, but had only refrained from making a move due to the strength of the Viscount Bolot.

With the Bolot Viscountry now severely damaged, his first thought was to devour this alluring, black-stockinged widow along with the entire Bolot Viscountry.

But he clearly underestimated Veranica's methods and abilities.

After succeeding her deceased husband to the title of viscount according to the church's regulations for noble wives, Veranica quickly stabilized the territory by virtue of her prestige in governing the Viscount Bolot over the years. She also invoked the noble contract, making it impossible for the Earl of Dorn to interfere with the succession of this noble and beautiful black-stockinged widow.

Moreover, just as he was preparing to intervene forcefully, the roaming Beastmen began to plunder extensively, and strange creatures gradually emerged within the Earl of Dorne's territory.

The first time I encountered this eerie and malevolent creature was in a baron's noble manor. However, this elegant and tranquil manor had been stained with a chilling and grotesque scarlet by blood and rotting, torn flesh.

A bloodhound as large and powerful as a lion, with one head and two fleshy bumps, and seven or eight smaller bloodhounds with only one head, were quietly lying on the mountain of corpses made up of the bodies of the Baron and his dozen or so guards, devouring and crushing the scattered skulls.

These bloodhounds, like packs of roaming lions, launched a bloody hunt against the nobles of the Earl of Dorne and lone knights of the Order of Dorne.

A lone knight who is not a regular knight of the Order equipped with full plate armor is basically destined to be torn to pieces by this pack of bloodhounds. Moreover, their sense of smell and danger are extremely keen, and they often quickly retreat from the area before the Dorne Knights' reinforcements arrive, making it extremely difficult for the Dorne Knights to deal with.

The Beastmen's raids also evolved from large-scale, wanton plundering into roving herds of horned beastmen and centaurs that ran rampant throughout the Earl of Dorne, plundering and harassing noble caravans and manors. Although the losses were not significant, the Knights of Dorne were never able to completely eradicate these roving Beastmen.

Therefore, despite his intense desire for Viscount Bolot and the noble, beautiful, and fiery black-stockinged widow, Earl Dorn suppressed his lust and focused his attention on the Beastmen and the Bloodhounds.

This finally gave Veranica time to formally hold a noble funeral for her deceased husband while consolidating her territory.

Apart from Veranika, who was dressed in a black, low-cut, bodycon lace dress with side cutouts, a black lace fishnet veil, and elegant black lace gloves covering her hands, only the bishop and nun priest attended the funeral of the Bolot nobleman.

Of course, it wasn't that no one else was there. At least Asmodeus, as the Countess of Castellane's representative to offer condolences, still attended the funeral of Viscount Bolot.

Chapter 34 The Widow in Black Veils at the Funeral

In fact, despite being called a nobleman's funeral, very few people attended the funeral of this Viscount Bolot.

The reason is simple: this viscount is incompetent, reckless, and occupies the best and richest area in the Earldom of Dorne, which is the envy of many. In addition, he has a noble and beautiful wife in black stockings, which is a complete waste of his talents.

Inside the vast, solemn church, there was only the beautiful bishop in white stockings reciting a eulogy, the noble and gorgeous widow Veranica in a black lace bodycon dress, and Asmodie sitting beside the widow in black stockings. Apart from them, there were extremely pure and beautiful nuns in white stockings and a few scattered wealthy merchants.

However, what is ambiguous is that, as a widowed noblewoman who has just lost her husband, Veranica's gorgeous and charming style has not diminished in the slightest. On the contrary, she exudes a captivating and alluring charm, like that of a newlywed wife, making one's mouth dry.

Her already charming and noble aristocratic style was further enhanced by a touch of fiery sexiness and beauty. The fitted, side-opening, hollowed-out lace bodycon dress accentuated her already voluptuous and fiery figure, highlighting her full and proud breasts and her juicy, fragrant black silk-stockinged buttocks, making her even more alluring and captivating.

If Veronica in the past was merely a noble, beautiful, and alluring woman in black stockings, exuding a captivating and fiery charm...

Veronica nowadays is like a glamorous, sexy, and alluring lady in black stockings who has become even more beautiful and fiery after being pampered. Even just a glance at her charming and alluring figure is enough to make people's mouths dry and leave them unable to recover for a long time.

In particular, this alluring and glamorous lady in black stockings is currently attending her late husband's funeral dressed as a widow in a black, see-through, bodycon silk dress, adding an extremely ambiguous and erotic touch to what should have been a solemn and dignified church funeral.

If, at Viscount Bolot's funeral, this stunning and noble widow in black stockings were to be coerced... (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

Of course, after seeing the female knights stationed inside the church, they only thought about it.

After the noble and holy bishop in white silk finished reading the solemn eulogy and led the pure and beautiful nuns in white silk out of the church, the wealthy merchants and the commoners who had come to watch also dispersed. The solemn funeral church was left with only Viscount Bolot's coffin, Veranica, and Asmodée.

Just after everyone in the church had left, Asmody's previously well-behaved large hand naturally landed on Veranika's beautiful buttocks, which were outlined by a thin, openwork black lace bodycon skirt.

After a slight tremor, Veronica's delicate body blushed slightly, revealing a hint of spring in her beautiful face beneath the black lace veil.

She tried to break free from Asmodel's large hand; after all, this was her husband's funeral, and a cathedral at that.

But when Asmodie had no intention of being gentle, his warm fingertips traced over her buttocks, which were covered by a thin, form-fitting lace dress, and reached that soft, intoxicating paradise, her slight resistance and struggle quickly crumbled.

Asmodée pressed the beautiful and hot widow against the cold coffin in front of her, her jade hands, wrapped in elegant black lace gloves, were twisted above her head, and her pair of plump and round buttocks, outlined by the thin lace bodycon dress, were raised high.

The sheer, side-opening, black lace bodycon skirt accentuated her already slender and sexy figure, highlighting her alluring curves. Her elegant feet, clad in exquisite black pointed-toe stilettos with light red soles, were subtly revealed through a sliver of light, high-end, glossy black stockings.

The soft sound of tearing lace, accompanied by a suppressed, seductive moan, echoed in the solemn cathedral.

Before that solemn and dignified coffin, beside the remains of Viscount Bolot,

His hot and beautiful wife was pinned to his coffin by a strange man, who held her alluring buttocks and tore open her thin, form-fitting lace dress, launching a ferocious attack.

The chirping of spring birds and their soft, alluring breaths, accompanied by the incredibly sensual sounds of splashing water and crisp, rhythmic slapping, echoed throughout the cathedral.

The female knights guarding outside the church, hearing the suppressed, seductive moans coming from inside, couldn't help but blush with a hint of eroticism on their noble and beautiful faces, and their long, shapely legs couldn't help but sway slightly.

During the day-and-night vigil that followed, the nuns who participated in the outer vigil noticed a rather ambiguous phenomenon.

During the day, these noble, beautiful, and sexy female knights, who guarded outside the church, wore silver chainmail and high-heeled knee-high silver boots, and dutifully performed their duties.

In the evening... these female knights would change into extremely cool and tight white shirts, their long, smooth and sexy legs clad in various cool and delicate strappy high-heeled sandals or semi-transparent crystal high heels, wrapped in alluring lace-trimmed stockings or bodycon pantyhose, as they entered the solemn and majestic church.

It wasn't until late at night that these female knights would emerge from the church with languid, gentle steps. By then, their pristine white, tight-fitting, sheer shirts were soaked with fragrant sweat, appearing half-transparent and wrinkled as if crumpled, and their lace lingerie underneath would have disappeared.

The stockings on those long, sexy, fair legs would also disappear without a trace, and sometimes even the elegant and sexy strappy high-heeled sandals would vanish, leaving only a pair of knee-high silver boots as they walked out of the church.

The maids who entered were dressed in revealing, backless lace maid dresses that made the pure and beautiful white-stockinged nuns blush. Their smooth, shapely legs were clad in pure, sheer white stockings and light, alluring black stockings.

After the day-and-night vigil ended, Veranica, the noble and beautiful widow in black stockings, finally emerged from the church, her languid and alluring pink hue and her captivatingly seductive charm radiating from her.

After she walked out of the church, the nuns and the bishop in white stockings who were waiting outside the church couldn't help but breathe slightly faster.

At this moment, the already beautiful and noble widow in black stockings, with her elegant and beautiful fair face, and the melancholy and arrogance in her charming and mature wine-red eyes, all transformed into a charming and alluring beauty, her eyes full of seductive charm.

Her alluring and seductive charm became even more captivating, and her voluptuous and fiery figure exuded a captivating springtime allure that could make any male creature's mouth dry.

In particular, the crisp, melodious sound of her silk-clad feet in elegant black stilettos as they touched the blue brick pavement was incredibly alluring.

While the bishops and nuns were all focused on the increasingly beautiful and alluring widowed noblewoman in black stockings, they were completely unaware of what was happening.

Her thin, form-fitting black lace bodycon dress was slightly wrinkled, and no one noticed that the black stockings on top of her long, sexy, glossy black stockings had been changed from the elegant and sophisticated bodycon stockings to the noble and gorgeous lace-trimmed long black suspender stockings.

At this moment, her alluring and sexy black stockings were no longer adorned with the delicate and sexy pointed-toe, low-cut, thin-strapped black high heels with red soles. Instead, she wore a pair of cool and elegant black semi-transparent crystal-strap pointed-toe stilettos.

And in these black and red semi-transparent strappy crystal stilettos, perhaps due to the heat, a viscous white substance was faintly visible.

However, the Earl of Dorn had little energy to pay attention to the ambiguity and the widow's alluring charm at the moment.

At this moment, the Earldom of Dorne was in turmoil, with the plundered centaur herds and the pack of bloodthirsty hounds causing widespread panic throughout the territory.

Chapter 35 Declaration of War

The Lord's Castle in the Earldom of Dorne.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"