Dungeon of Niflheim

Frost and Khione sat opposed to one another in their own little world. The hustle and bustle of their surroundings being completely ignored as Frost held up his cup of Dark Molasses, encouraging Khione to take a sip. The area being urged being the exact spot that he had drank from earlier.

He lightly smiled in a warm and innocent manner as though completely unaware of the implications behind his actions that had Khione's face pinking up and her heart beating like a drum. The word 'indirect kiss' ringing in her mind over and over.

She was embarrassed and felt as though she had been taken advantage of, her innocence attacked by a big bad wolf, yet she was both moved and annoyed by it. A confusing situation but with Frost now presenting an opportunity to get back at him, to perhaps take advantage of him in return she felt a strange sense of excitement bubbling away. Desires that she was starting to become afraid of and confused by made their presence known urging her to take action, to not only get revenge but relish in the pleasure of sharing something intimate with the young man who's face, voice and even smell had wormed their way into her delicate heart, refusing to leave.

Khione glanced at Frost and saw 'innocence' in his expression, his head was even titled slightly to the side in an endearing manner.

'Maybe he didn't mean anything by it, an accident yeah, maybe it was just an accident.' She internally nodded, her embarrassment and blushing receding somewhat before once again rising to the peak as she thought about taking a sip from his cup.

'I'm just taking a sip of his drink as payback nothing more….yeah there's nothing special about it.' With a shake of her head she pushed away her misgivings and tentatively took hold of Frost's cup with both hands, her eyes occasionally looking into Frost's as though searching for any signs of malevolence or mischief in his gaze. Her checks returned nothing suspicious, so she carried on. Her hands trembling ever so slightly as the rim of the cup neared her luscious lips.

"Gulp" Nervous at the last hurdle Khione loudly gulped before those desires that she had kept at bay took over. The look in her eyes belayed a fiery passion as she placed her lips on the cup, savoured the remnants of Frost's touch before taking a small sip, an action that served only to hide the fact that her tongue was aggressively licking the cup as though she was some kind of closet pervert.

Though Frost couldn't see the fervent actions of her tongue he could see the pride of accomplishment and briefly released desire in Khione's expression. Clearly she was thinking about an indirect kiss rather than getting even for losing some of her juice. A fact that made Frost internally smile; his efforts were bearing fruit after all. Though afraid and confused she really was beginning to see him as someone of the opposite sex, an object of her growing desires.

Feeling triumphant Khione did an exaggerated 'ahh' as she handed Frost his cup back. "Dark Molasses is good…rather sweet b…but definitely not a match for my Sapphire Explosion." She made it seem as though the trade wasn't quite worth it but that she wouldn't hold it against him.

"Really it looked like you really enjoyed it though." Still wearing his expression of fake innocence Frost teased causing Khione's face to twitch and the pink hue in her cheeks to grow more prominent.

"Shut up!" Covering her embarrassment with anger Khione raised her voice and looked at Frost in an intimidating manner, daring him to say another word.

Of course such behaviour only made Frost smile from ear to ear, she was so adorable when she got mad because of being nervous.

"Hehehehe alright, alright." He lightly laughed and shook his hands promising to abide by her orders before saying. "Sweet huh, I'm pretty yours tasted a lot sweeter than mine though." Frost licked his lips in a flirtatious manner as his gaze danced across Khione's far plumper lips.

"But I guess we can't really tell when it's just indirect contact." His words were like a clarion bell, his once innocent expression fracturing to reveal the appearance of a daring and triumphant thief.

"Y…You!" Khione felt her mind briefly shatter, she pointed at the dastardly thief, her finger trembling in rage and anger as she repeatedly addressed him as 'you'. He had tricked her, there was no innocence in him but a perverted dog, an evil pervert that stole something precious from her.

"Calm down my dear Khione you don't want to cause a scene in front of all these people do you?" When her aura and bloodlust started to radiate outwards and she powerfully rose to her massive 3 metre height, her bountiful chest rising and falling in an exaggerated manner the people nearby couldn't help but turn their heads in curiosity despite the din of their surroundings.

Frost's words served to put a quick cork in Khione's outburst. She glanced at the curious looky-loos and did her best to restrain herself, but their gazes only seemed to give fuel to her anger, anger which was caused by the frustrating young man sitting across from her. Even now his face was asking to be broken and smashed apart by her massive fists.

Frost felt his spine shiver under her glare, his lips stretching even closer to his ears as a weird sense of pleasure bloomed in his heart. Messing with her and facing her intimidation was so satisfying and… hot. He really wanted to redirect this aggression to a nighttime battle and turn that anger and rage into rapture, to turn the tables and have her be the one begging for mercy.

"Cough cough." He had to audibly cough in order to restrain his perverted thoughts and stop the dragon from rising from its slumber in a public place.

"You're mad that much is obvious, but do you really have a leg to stand on Princess. Didn't you return the favour?" Bold in his approach Frost leaned closer to the Raging Valkyrie, using the chance to take in the divine smell of her perfume that seemed to attack his senses, encouraging him to be even more proactive that normal.

"Ugh!" The moment Frost leaned in Khione wanted smack that face of his, but his words stumped her. She did after all willingly drink from his cup in retaliation and even licked the rim with her tongue, she still couldn't believe that she actually did that, how much of a closet pervert was she. Frost had a point, he had lost just as much as she did or rather both of them gained something.

Though she was loathe to admit it she enjoyed the fact that they shared an indirect kiss, she would never regret the result but the means.

She looked at the handsome man whose face was only several inches from her own, his devilish and seductive smile felt like it was mocking her but strangely she had the urge to let it, to willingly follow it into the abyss. He was so infuriating but at the same time brought her such joy and excitement. She found herself staring at those inviting lips of his, having to resist the desire to taste them directly.

Her anger and rage seemed to slowly evaporate the longer she gazed at him, smelled his masculine scent and felt his presence. She felt herself getting drunk on Frost, her expression that was scrunched up in rage softened, her lips parted, and she started to laugh to the point that tears fell from her eyes.

Frost didn't expect her to react quite like this, but his instincts told him it wasn't a bad thing. In fact if he had remained as close as he did any longer he may have lost control and made a mistake.

That perfume of hers seemed to have a biological effect on him and her, reducing the misgivings between the two of them when they entered close proximity. An intoxicating sensation that promised pleasure and likely very beneficial for a couple that were in the dating stage or deeper, but he and Khione were still in very precarious positions. Too much force and he could ruin everything, not enough and she wouldn't see him as a man, just a friend.

Khione continued to laugh as her heart came to accept something. She looked at Frost who had started to eat his food and showed a smile that was both ravenous and warm. A switch seemed to be partially flipped. The thought of sharing an indirect kiss didn't feel all that embarrassing anymore nor did her own perverted actions of licking the cup's rim rather she suddenly felt that it wasn't enough. For the first time in her life she was curious about kissing, keen to taste just how sweet those lips of his were.

From young she'd seen her sisters, brothers, mothers and her father kiss their partners on the lips and each time she felt awkward, cringy even but she could never erase the expressions she saw on their faces. Such looks of adoration, love and sometimes even pleasure.

'Is kissing really that good?' A question that until right now held no bearing in her heart.