Dungeon of Niflheim

Frost eventually ended up crossing the line and paid for it with a swift punch to the sternum which nearly broke the brand new heart shield Khione bought him. Hundreds of ice bolts, four large ice golems and an advanced one with strength almost equal to his own and nary more than a bruise- from the initial ambush- yet one strike from the dark skinned muscle goddess he was trying to woo, and he found himself deeply implanted into the wall, his entire torse aching and his ribs screaming in pain.

A violent but effective countermeasure to shut his evil mouth, one Khione was more than happy to repeat if he dared to continue.

Her face was beet red, her massive and alluring chest heaving up and down as her rage built up to the point of explosion. How did she manage to get involved with such a shameless and disrespectful beast of a man, his good looks be damned he needed to be corrected.

Crack!

Her knuckles cracked so loudly that the very air trembled. She took several steps forward and lifted the wounded man high into the air, looking straight into his eyes like a predator making her presence well known before she ended the prey's pitiful little life.

Her large and powerful hands gripped firmly atop his shoulders, causing them to creak and groan making Frost a normally bold and powerful young man feel like a mere doll to be played with. A single thought, a passing notion and she could easily rip his arms from their sockets or crush his bones into dust, and he'd be powerless to resist.

Khione was going to drill the difference in their positions into his head one way or another. See if he dares to mistreat her when he's beaten into complete and utter submission. As long as the wounds weren't crippling she could simply have one of the palace's doctors heal him with magic or with a health potion they had brewed, both were viable options.

Alas her young paramour was quite resilient and beholden to a stubbornness that rivalled her own, if she was to use such forceful methods they may need to be repeated a few times before the lessons sunk in, but she was a patient woman, she could wait. Anything was better than continuing to be at his mercy.

With his wounded body dangling in the air, held up by a woman over 1 metre taller and far larger than himself and with a face that threatened to spew out flames at any moment Frost felt his body shiver from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Khione overwhelmed him with everything she had, supreme physical might, a larger stature, invasive and constraining aura and a sense of bloodlust all aiming to inspire fear and servitude in his soul, to put him in his natural place.

Unfortunately for Khione fear was the last thing the young man felt. Instead of being afraid he was excited, his blood boiled with desire, a certain mighty dragon that had been sternly put to rest had begun to stir.

'Just when I thought she couldn't get any more alluring.' Frost opened his eyes as wide as he could just so he could imprint every detail of Khione's current appearance into his heart.

He ignored the pain and the obvious threat dwelling within her actions, seeing her not as an enemy that could end his pitiful life in a second but as Khione, the woman he was determined to have by his side.

To him she was no longer scary, only beautiful and if he was being completely honest cute. Unaffected by the pressure he raised his left hand and smoothly caressed the face that was glaring at him.

"You really are beautiful when you're mad you know that." He said while smiling warmly. If he could physically move closer and if he wasn't playing the long game he would have leaned in to plant a kiss on those luscious lips of hers, a move he often used against Maya whenever she got riled up.

Just a brief connection between their lips, a dancing of the tongue and whatever she was mad about would vanish from her mind like a puff of smoke.

But he wasn't quite there with Khione, so he had to make do with a gentle and intimate caress as well as a charming smile.

"..." In response the Raging Valkyrie was motionless, every fibre of her being stunned in the face of this bold attack.

She was caught completely by surprise, her mind unable to process the situation for several seconds.

Her understanding was gradual and in phases. First she opened and closed her lips, unable to get even a single word out. Then her entire body shivered, her head titling to the side in confusion as a hot red hue steadily rose from her gut to her chest, to her neck before finally reaching her face, turning it dark crimson.

"AHHHHHH!!!!" Eventually when all the cards had fallen she screamed like a banshee, her iron grip releasing Frost as she quickly backed away in fear. Retreating to the edge of the room and hiding her face deep between her legs and behind her arms.

Boof!

Frost was dropped so suddenly, his body crashing against the hard the floor before he had the chance to prepare, sending an electric shock up his spine. His tailbone suffering the majority of the force.

He glanced at the hot mess that was Khione in the distance and smirked. 'Works every time.' He knew the game well thanks to the dedicated teachings of his lover Daki and the many women who attempted to flirt with him whenever he left home. What made his actions even more devasting however was the fact that he meant every word.

Khione's anger, her aggressiveness stoked a fire in him. He was drawn to her feisty nature finding her even more beautiful and desirable when she was breathing down his throat, using her rippling muscles to dominate him, to try and force him beneath her.

A worthy battle that he looked forward to engaging in for real sometime in the near future. A battle that he was confident in winning.

Even the mighty Daki had fallen to him, his skills were not to be underestimated.

However going further at this point in time would be counterintuitive, so Frost left Khione alone in her little world, letting her gradually collect herself before reengaging with her.

"I've never met someone so…." Several minutes later the two of them left the training room together.

"Handsome, charming, talented." Frost attempted to boldly finish her statement.

"Shameless and infuriating!" Khione 'lightly' punched his shoulder, even after some time she still couldn't wrap her head or rather her heart around what just happened. How could he be so unafraid and so shameless in his actions, did he not know the meaning of fear. Even the most storied soldiers serving in the Niflheim army would tremble before her whenever she got as angry as she just did.

"Heheheh." Frost simply laughed in reply, his eyes acting as she put it without shame as they roamed over her tantalising figure.

Khione felt torn as she felt the immense heat in his gaze. Her mind wanted him to stop, the desire being too much for her to handle in her current state, but her body and heart yearned for it. Her skin grew hot, and heart thumped with joy, exhilarated by the fact that he desired her so strongly.

Everything before could be attributed to playful flirting, a toe in the shallow part of the pool but now things were starting to feel a little bit too real, the water was reaching beyond her hips, and she was afraid, afraid that she'd be consumed or drowned in these exciting yet foreign emotions.

Frost quickly caught onto her strange state, he saw the slight trembling in her shoulders, the confusion and even fear in the corners of her eyes. His heart leaped into his throat as a strong desire to protect this woman pulsed and reverberated throughout his body. He instinctively wanted to pull her into a hug, to let her rest against his chest and calm herself by listening to his heartbeat but he stopped at the last second, realising that doing something so intimate would only worsen her fears and make her feel as though she was being forced down a road of his choosing rather than hers.

He didn't want to force her to be his no he wanted her to make the choice herself, to understand his appeal and the joy that he could bring her and willingly step onto the path with confident and bold footing.

So instead of hugging her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, smiled warmly and erased the lust from his gaze, replacing it with care and soft affection before changing the subject. "So what's next Khione, more shopping, food or is it time for the museum and gallery?"

The moment Frost placed his hand on her shoulder Khione shuddered and very nearly jumped in fright, but she calmed down quickly, the expression on Frost's face doing wonders to allay her worries even though he was the cause of them in the first place.

She smiled and shook her head, tossing her fears into the back of her mind. "Some food sounds good; you could probably use it after that work out." The meat feast pizza was certainly filling but that was hours ago and both of them were growing individuals, they needed sustenance.

"Gurgle!" As if agreeing to Khione words Frost's stomach made its presence known and not a moment later Khione's did the same only much, much louder. Something that made the Raging Valkyrie embarrassed but once Frost started laughing she found herself joining him.