Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 798: Khione’s punishment (3)

"Here comes the first blow Khione, are you ready?" Said Frost failing to hide his excitement, he may have just found a new kink.

"Fucking get it over with!" Uncomfortable with the situation Khione bellowed back in a rage before biting her lower lip, preparing herself for what was about to happen.

She didn't expect to feel much pain given the disparity in their strengths, but she couldn't trust her own reactions. How would she actually react the moment Frost's hand made contact with her ass? Would she flip out? Would she be unresponsive or worse would she actually enjoy it?

Her current position leaning over Frost's knees with her ass raised made her feel something, a pleasant tingle in her cave and a growing her urge to curl her toes. She dreaded losing control, to let out her dark desires thus she didn't stop at biting her lower lip, she used her hands to cover her mouth, making damn sure that no embarrassing sounds would leak beyond her lips.

With his warning given Frost let loose the repressed anger and frustration that dwelled within his heart. His eyes flashed red as they honed in on the targeted areas, his lips curling into a smile filled with malevolence while his right hand, raised high above his head thundered down as if aiming to shatter the bountiful puckered cheeks placed before him. There was no mercy in his first strike.

SLAP!!

The moment Frost's hand slapped against Khione's cheeks a sound akin to a sonic boom reverberated throughout the training room. Her massive, defined cheeks warped inwards for a brief second before fiercely rebuffing Frost's hand, sending his arm and almost his entire body reeling back from whence they came.

Frost's right hand was trembling, numb to the touch and a pain stretched down his arm all the way to his shoulder but he barely noticed, his entire attention was on the initial feeling, the soft plumpness that wrapped around his palm and seeped in between his fingers before inevitably repelling him away like an uninvited guest.

Such a sensation, especially when given by a personality like Khione's was quite addictive. A heat flowed into his gaze, he wanted to do it again, to make those cheeks raw from his tender touch, to see her squeal powerlessly from his domination.

A proud dragon that was recently put to bed even started to rise once again from its slumber, but he wasn't the only one affected by the situation.

Khione's face was a deep shade of pink; her feelings of embarrassment and humiliation were at the peak. She had been spanked by Frost, her supposed fiancé as a form of punishment. The Raging Valkyrie, a hallmark for pride, strength and a dominating attitude was subjected to the same treatment as misbehaving child.

That alone was enough to make her heart twist in shame but what sunk the knife in deep was the fact that she enjoyed it, far more than she expected or even dared to imagine.

Her first instinct was to moan like a girl in heat, the moment she felt Frost's large hand slapping her ass her cave quivered, and a pleasurable jolt ran up her spine. She managed to conceal her mouth enough so that not even a slight whimper escaped but she could not conceal the rest of her body.

A wetness, warm and filled with a carnal scent drippled through her underwear and her entire body quivered in pleasure, as though trying to drag out the sensation.

Frost albeit being quite focused on his own excitement didn't forget to take notice of the woman that was splayed across his knees.

'Hoh she's more into this than I thought, a closet M, a pure one too.' From his interactions with Maya and Daki, Daki especially he had learned much in regards to the battles of the night.

And according to her, she and Frost were strongly aligned with the aspect of domination, tops if you will in the bedroom-though Daki has found it quite enjoyable letting Frost take the lead on several occasions, finding pretty much all sides of the spectrum pleasurable. Whereas Maya was more on the submissive side but again not completely. The more she experienced, the more she wanted to try, quite adventurous despite her cute demeanour.

If her partner wasn't Frost then it's quite likely that she'd take on a more controlling role in the relationship, a role that she had attempted to portray in the early stages of their bond and failed miserably.

Khione however, from just a single slap on her ass revealed something spectacular about herself. The woman that was strong and domineering on the outside was actually a closet masochist. Someone who got off on being subdued, controlled and perhaps even inflicted with a degree of pain.

The way she squirmed and rubbed her legs together awoke Frost's sadistic tendencies, he wanted to tease her, corrupt her so she could reveal her true self.

With an evil smile still plastered on his lips Frost 'gently' placed his right hand on Khione's slightly reddened cheeks, groping them firmly.

"Did that hurt Khione?" He leaned over and whispered into her ear making her squirm even more, her voice threatening to leak out. All she could do was glare at him with her eyes, warning him of oblivion but was he deterred, no far from it.

"There's no need to answer, the way your entire body is shivering proves that it did… the mighty and powerful Princess of Niflheim trembling under my palm, pathetic don't you think." The threat in her eyes grew.

He stopped groping her rear and met her fierce gaze before raising his right hand over his head, readying it for another thunderous judgement. He relished in the changes in her eyes, the anger, hatred and killing intent swiftly losing their foundation, changing into expectation, delight and…fear as they watched his hand rise.

"Pain is good Khione; you've been bad girl after all and bad girls…SLAP! Need to be punished." Halfway through his words he brought down his hand for a second spanking with even greater strength and flourish.

"Ahnnn!" This time Khione couldn't stop herself from moaning, a brief reveal of her inner nature before she quickly donned a look of anger and fury. She couldn't believe that such a sound came out her mouth, she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out or better yet kill the one who caused her to react in such an embarrassing manner.

Bloodlust and unmitigated killing intent radiated out from her body making Frost shiver in primal fear, like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a tiger.

He was almost convinced by her threatening eyes and fierce expression but unfortunately for Khione the rest of her body wasn't on the same page.

Her muscular thighs rubbed against each other in an erotic manner and a clear liquid filled with the scent of a woman stained her underwear, but the most obvious reaction was the raising of her ass, two large cheeks marred with bright red handprints rising up and lightly swaying from side to side as though begging for more.

Frost couldn't help but audibly gulp as his desires to dominate such a willing subject threatened to take over. At this moment the woman lying across his knees was practically irresistible, sexy, adorable and primed for corruption. All it would take was a little push and she'd be nothing more than putty in his hands.

Such desires manifested in the rising of his manhood, a protrusion that started to grow and harden at an extreme rate. Just a little more and Khione would feel it poking her lower abdomen.

"Was that a moan I heard Khione?" With a shit eating grin plastered across his lips Frost leaned over and asked, his words causing Khione's face to turn several shades darker. He noticed and even had the balls to call her out on it, such an evil man. If looks could kill, Frost would be dead a hundred times over.

And despite the fire present in her eyes he leaned in closer and spoke in a very teasing voice "It couldn't be that you're enjoying this kind of punishment… Princess." He asked emphasising the word Princess as his right hand appeared atop her raised, quivering cheeks, lightly massaging them before evolving into a full on groping session. freewёbnoνel.com

Her face screamed hatred, but her body squirmed under his touch, her hips rising to meet his palms as though afraid they'd leave.

"Such a naughty girl you are Khione, here I am doling out a serious punishment for your actions and instead of reflecting you're enjoying yourself, finding pleasure in the pain and humiliation." His right hand then spread apart her cheeks, revealing the effects his two strikes had had on her underwear.

Her shame was brutally exposed and as a result Frost sensed a looming danger, like a sudden flash of lightning his spine tingled and his body visibly shivered. That paper tiger, that false threat suddenly became very, very real.

If he didn't end this little dalliance soon he may end up losing his life, Khione had reached her limit.

As though a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head Frost regained his clarity, pushed down his desires and stopped his manhood from extending, mere millimetres from making contact with Khione's exposed skin and likely being the last nail in the coffin.