Dungeon of Niflheim

" Khione dear I've thought about you in that way more times than I can count." Frost's bold and direct admission sent a shiver through Khione's entire body; her heart thumped a mile a minute and her smile stretched from ear to ear. Pleasure, pure pleasure was what she felt from his words.

To hear him admit that he shared in these fantasies, these carnal delusions eroded the shame and embarrassment she had initially felt, leaving a strong desire and a growing bravery.

Frost's face was centimetres from her own, his natural aroma flooding her nostrils, his breath dancing on her lips and the strong thumping of his heart still beating against her palm. A fire grew in her heart, one that demanded satisfaction, satisfaction from the beautiful hunk of a man now sitting next to her.

With a healthy red hue on her cheeks and her luscious lips becoming plump and inviting she gazed deep into his eyes, revealing her own lust. She instinctively moved in closer, wanting to take on the role of aggressor, a position that suited her outward personality but internally she wanted to be ravaged, for Frost to sweep her off her feet and dominate her. to push her against the back of her chair and boldly claim her lips before she had the chance to take his.

In response Frost felt his instincts take over, the timing and place was not necessarily the best but sometimes you needed to throw all that out the window and go with the flow.

He allowed his lust to spread throughout his body as he moved closer towards the muscular bombshell, immediately picking up on her truest desires. From the moment he felt her shiver from having her ass spanked he knew exactly what kind of woman she was. One who liked to be dominated, for her lover to be in full control of the situation, a role he naturally invoked and personally preferred.

Catching a glimpse of her eyeing his lips and then seeing the subtle opening and closing of her own he knew his target.

With smooth skill he placed a hand under her chin, holding it firmly but not painfully, a movement that made those beautiful eyes of hers morph into hearts, her pleasure and joy obvious and so innocent. In a second the young lamb would be attacked by the big bad wolf. Her innocence taking its first assault, her corruption into the den of sin taking its first step.

He would welcome her into the pit where he, Maya and Daki were waiting with open arms.

Not wanting to be completely passive in her actions Khione's hands moved towards his neck, wrapping around it possessively for support. While Frost used his other hand to caress her thigh, starting nearer the knee before moving closer to the forbidden zone.

This transition only last a couple seconds from the moment Khione looked deep into his eyes but it felt much longer for the two of them. Something very important was about to happen and their minds were doing their best to drag it out for as long as possible, to savour not just the main dish but also the important prelude.

Alas nothing can be dragged on forever.

Frost made his move, he pulled her chin towards him and leaned in, his lips puckered and ready to take a bite out of the succulent peach that was freely offered to him.

Both their hearts were beating so loudly that they couldn't hear any of the distant hustle and bustle from the other guests, they were completely and fully in this moment, nothing but one another in each other's mind. A world of their own, perfect and beautiful….

"ATTENTION PASSENGERS…The SS Gwienfieldal will now be departing from the docks momentarily. We wish you a pleasant stay as we travel across the Modanya current to our first destination the Adolan seaport."

Just when Frost's lips were about to make first contact with Khione's a booming voice originating from the SS Gwienfieldal's captain reverberated throughout the entire ship, leaving no place uninformed. A voice that thoroughly doused the romantic atmosphere and brutally ruined the moment the two of them had work so hard to build.

An intense hatred formed in Frost's heart towards the Captain, but it was nothing compared to fire in Khione's.

'That damn fucking bastard! I'll have his head on a pike.' For the first time in her life she wanted to personally sentence one of the realm's citizens to capital punishment. The moment was perfect; she could practically taste the sweetness hidden within those red lips and that damn Captain. Oh she was absolutely livid, seething, moments from embarking on the war path.

Seeing the level of anger and disappointment in her expression Frost felt his heart lurch, he really wanted to give her a special moment but unfortunately outside forces interfered. If he continued now it wouldn't be the same, so he didn't.

To soothe the Raging Valkyrie's growing bloodlust and misdirected anger he gently caressed her cheek and held her close. "Don't worry we'll get another opportunity." He gently whispered before pulling his lips away, signalling the true end of their moment and allowing the pent up lust to somewhat fizzle away.

Blue balls again.

"..." Khione wasn't as experienced as her paramour; her emotions were raw and consuming. The fire that had been stoked was not so easily dismissed. She seethed silently, her hands that were previously wrapped around Frost's neck like a pair of aggressive snakes were now curled and clenched. Her entire body became taught, expanding greatly in size so much so that Frost was pushed back by her frame and the sofa they sat on creaked in protest.

Her face morphed into that of a demon's, the healthy, captivating blush that donned her cheeks when Frost held her close and was moving in for the kill now marred her entire face and neck as her blood boiled with rage. Bloodlust seeped out, biting and terrifying to the point that Frost felt a despairing chill run down his spine.

The muscular Goddess he was courting looked far larger than she normally did, imposing and very intimidating.

He was reminded of the time when Maya first lost her cool. The day he first asked about the Church of light and their Holy White Empire.

That day he faced death for the first time, stood in front of a foe, a predator far beyond his own capabilities and his instincts took over forcing him to submit and ask for forgiveness in order to protect his life.

That same chill, that same feeling of powerlessness filled his heart once again despite the many improvements he'd made over the past 18 months.

The Artic Zu was a foe greater than himself, an enemy he could not beat but he still raised his glaive and charged at it without fear.

Khione however, the Khione sitting next to him right now was completely different, the oppression he felt from her was impossible to resist.

A subtle yet imposing wave of threat billowed over him and spread to the surrounding area quickly alerting the cruise ship's security.

Within moments half a dozen large guards showed themselves, their bodies taught and primed for a serious fight. They were all late stage A-rank at the very least and their gazes immediately locked onto Khione and Frost in their private platinum gazebo.

With their sudden appearance and readiness for battle Khione practically snapped. She had finally found someone to unleash her anger on….perfect.

Her eyes tore themselves from Frost and glared at the six powerful individuals, exuding a bloodlust that would make even the most experienced soldiers freeze in fear.

"Death." She uttered only a single word, but it was more than enough to give these men and women pause.

They recognised her face immediately and were already willing to let bygones be bygones on account of her status but apparently the Princess or rather the young woman known as the Raging Valkyrie was out for blood.

The four women and two men who were in charge of guarding the ship's upper decks looked at one another with confusion and fear in their eyes. Khione was famously strong but even if they could defeat her as a group would they dare to lay their hands on royalty, especially on the most cherished and youngest Princess….a big fat no.

Such a fish was far too big for them to handle.

With lightning surging between the two sides and Frost being stuck in the middle the brave young Dungeon core decided to make a move.

Without any care for his own safety and ignoring those internal screams stemming from his instincts he placed himself directly in the path of the Raging Valkyrie, forcing her to look at him and only him.

He cradled her face with his left hand while using his right to signal the six guards to quickly leave behind his back. As long as the target for her anger still remained she'd never back down, like a bull and their matador.

"Relax Khione, just look at me and forget about everything else." He said in a calm soothing manner, his right hand moving to intimately caress her body the moment the six guard vanished from the scene with gratitude in their hearts.

A great deal of Khione's anger was siphoned away after the targets of her aggression vanished but what remained was still difficult for Frost to handle given his pitiful B-rank strength.

If he didn't handle this well he'd be the first crushed by her anger, an unexpected casualty of war.