Dungeon of Niflheim

Frost sat directly in front of Khione, blocking her path towards the six guards who suddenly appeared and disappeared. He forced this woman who's frame, and strength massively exceeded his own to look at him and only him in the moment that her anger was about to erupt like a volcano.

Their magical moment had been ruined by the Captain's sudden announcement, and she wanted nothing more than to draw blood from the first group of staff that crossed her path. Her feelings were so primal that she didn't care about right or wrong just that violence needed to enacted.

Frost given his experience with restraint and his very recent case of blue balls was able to repress his urges, focusing his desire for their next opportunity and work towards manifesting it.

Khione….not so much.

Her disappointment from the denial of pleasure was so earthshattering that logic went out the window and only rage and aggression was left. She was literally red in the face with steam threatening to spew out of her ears.

She was a bomb that was in the midst of exploding, dangerous and destructive. Someone you'd instinctively avoid so as to preserve your own life but Frost instead of keeping silent or retreating from the threat bravely intercepted her with a gentle and loving smile on his lips.

Though his instincts screamed danger his mind and even his heart said otherwise. Where someone else saw a dangerous demon who threatened to slaughter their way to appeasement all he saw was the woman he had come to adore.

Her ravishing figure that became even sexier as she grew in size and tensed those imposing muscles of hers. Her beautiful face that could never be marred by rage and those luscious lips that screamed to have a bite taken out of them. All he saw was her beauty and her cuteness.

The fear and trepidation was all instinctual, born from her power and bloodlust. But towards her as a person there was nothing but affection thus those instincts were tossed to the deepest pit of his heart as he placed his hands on her and told her to relax and look at him, only him.

This Raging Valkyrie that caused even six late to peak stage A-ranks to shiver in fright was now being caressed by a young man much smaller than herself.

His left hand cradled her face, forcing her to look into his eyes while his right first landed on her shoulder before slowly making its way down, groping each and every inch of her intimately, slowly turning the bundle of rage into chilled putty.

At first she tried to fight against his skilled hands preferring to go on a murderous rampage until her anger dissipated naturally – a method she was more accustomed to- but the longer Frost's skilled hands groped her and the longer she stared at that bewitching face of his and into those deep blue eyes the weaker her attempts to resist became.

With the chosen targets of her aggression disappearing from her senses and with her being forced to stare at the one who epitomises her desires Khione was powerless to stop the transition.

With every touch and with every whisper from his lips that promised and indulged her she slowly deflated. Her hulking frame diminishing to more normal levels -for Khione at least. The chilling bloodlust dissipating like smoke in the wind and her pressuring aura returning from whence it came. The Raging Valkyrie vanished leaving in its place Khione, a young girl who was smitten with her first crush.

"Better?" Frost asked with that gentle smile still on his lips as his right hand got progressively more daring, threatening to reignite Khione's and his own urges.

"…..Umm…." Khione shyly nodded her head, the situation that just transpired unfolding through a much a calmer mind. She was embarrassed, shocked at her behaviour and lack of control.

'Only around this bastard do I lose control of myself.' She bemoaned how much her life had changed since Frost entered her heart.

"..." As she thought this, Frost's right hand continued to work its magic, this time going as far as to brush up and even lightly cup her left breast. Before she even realised what was happening her breathing had quickened, her skin turned hot and sensitive. Her nipples even became erect as a tingling sensation formed down below.

"Are you seriously ahn! Feeling me up right now?" A small moan escaped her lips as she called Frost out on his perverted actions.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, the gentle smile being replaced with something more lustful.

"..Ut un…just… don't go too far." She barely hesitated before shaking her head, giving Frost permission to continue his perversions. She liked the feeling his touch invoked and since she'd already accepted him in her heart she was willing to let him explore her body that had until this point had only been mapped by herself.

Frost leaned in close, his breath touching her ears as he used his left hand to rub her earlobe while his right fell to those magnificent thighs of hers. Her body was unbelievably addictive, every time his hand touched her skin and felt the softness followed by the rigidity of her muscles he couldn't help but touch it again.

Since the moment he first brought his hand down on those supple cheeks of hers he was hooked, his heart determined to have as his partner.

He continued to caress the beauty by his side, getting her used to his touches and allowing a little bit of her inner nature break through.

Of course given where they were Frost didn't go too far, his hands never touched her garden or her boundless cheeks, nor did they do more than a brief brushing against her gravity defying breasts. Yet despite his restraint Khione was struggling to hold back her moans. She bit her lower lip to the point that a small trickle of blood flowed down her neck and constantly fidgeted. Her hands eventually falling onto Frost's shoulders for support as she willingly allowed him to touch and grope her body.

She was embarrassed yes but her desire and horniness were stronger, allowing her to overcome her restraint, the private setting of the gazebo also helped. No one was watching the two of them in their little moment, they were isolated, bereft of prying eyes. If that wasn't the case then no matter how strong her urges were Khione would never allow Frost to attack her like this, she still understood the meaning of shame albeit the longer she interacted with her young paramour the less weight the word held.

After receiving Frost's signal to leave the six high strength guards returned to their posts to report to their boss, a woman who stood over 10 metres tall, burly and donning countless scars across her arms and face.

When her subordinates rushed in in a panic she was leaning back in her chair lighting up a cigar, a routine she repeated every time the SS. Gwienfieldal set sail upon the Modanya current. A catharsis that eased her nerves as no matter how docile the Xianwu Behemoth was it was still a behemoth, a monster who reigned at the top of the food chain.

If things went south the duty would fall before her feet as the strongest guard, a mid-stage S-rank ancient ice giant whose grandparents emigrated to the realm of Niflheim hundreds of years ago. Her A-rank subordinates and even the two S-rank lieutenants who only intervened on special occasions wouldn't last more than a few seconds against such a creature.

"Commander!" The leader of the six, a woman with scaled skin and long limb like whiskers bellowed in a panic.

"Calm yourselves, so unprofessional."

"But commander Princess….."

"I know about it already or do you take my ears and senses to be false." There wasn't a single area on this entire ship that she couldn't sense, the whole place was within her domain.

Though she didn't deign to intrude upon the private cabins nor loom in and listen to the conversations of the passengers she was aware of any threats and dangers towards them.

The moment Khione entered the ship she noticed her and kept a mark on her every move, standard protocol for someone with both her strength and background. Plus unlike the A-rank guards she had been informed beforehand by the Cruise ship Captain that they'd be entertaining a very special guest.

'That little girl's grown into quite the warrior.' The commander noticed her bloodlust even faster than her subordinates and could immediately tell that the six of them were absolutely no match.

"You'll have to thank her date when you get the chance, that handsome devil saved you from getting your asses kicked and me from having to get involved in something so mundane." The commander chided the six guards; her eyes filled with disappointment and no small amount of contempt.

'They stopped growing long ago, late-stage and a couple peak stage but still the bottom of the barrel amongst them haaaaaa damn budget cuts.' The commander lamented her lack of quality personnel, feeling that her budget needed to be doubled no tripled considering the level of clientele that boarded this ship.

The six guards bowed their heads in a submissive manner, knowing full well that if their commander actually had to intervene they'd be punished for it in the end.

"Go easy on them Sharon, if it was anyone else they wouldn't have frozen like they did." Suddenly from a corner of the office a shadow materialised into two men donned in royal guard garb.

"Alestris, so the king's got you on babysitting duty now."