Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 799: Khione’s punishment (4)

Khione was splayed across Frost's knees, her facial expression akin to a raging demon while her body continued to visibly tremble and seek out his tantalising touch, the wet patch staining her underwear showing no signs of stopping.

Frost's previous teasing words had gotten her really excited, far more than she'd ever care to admit but he'd gone too far. His spreading of her cheeks, exposing her shame to the world was the final straw. Her rage took over, the fire in her eyes turning white hot as she merely waited for the opportune moment to rip Frost to shreds.

Thankfully Frost's listened to his instincts, sensing that the threat this time was very, very real. He pulled back from her ear, lost the irritating smile and stopped groping her cheeks-much to her ass's natural reluctance.

He had overplayed his hand, overestimating the amount of humiliation Khione could bear in her current state. She may be a natural M, but she was also a warrior recognised for her strength, status and dominating personality. Expecting her to give up all that she had come to represent especially to someone she'd just met was foolish -though he did come quite close.

The two exchanged silent glances, Khione eyeing him up like a fat sheep just waiting for her chance to pounce while Frost questioned how he should proceed.

He'd only spanked her twice, but the agreement was for three. The problem was Khione was a literal powder keg at the moment, a beast that had lost her sense of rational. Her body no longer listened to her mind. If she moaned again or worse outright came from his touch then it's entirely possible that she'd kill him out of shame.

Alas Frost wasn't willing to back down from their deal, he was owed so even if it posed a risk to his life he was going to dole out the third spanking. He just wouldn't allow himself to enjoy it quite so much.

With his mind set and his resolve steeled Frost looked directly at Khione's demon like expression. "You agreed to three strikes and so far I've only doled out two." He said in a serious manner, no longer acting playful.

Khione held his gaze for a few seconds, never letting her displeasure slip before eventually turning away, silently acquiescing to his demands. She was a woman of honour, Frost would get his third spanking but anything more, any unnecessary teasing or daring to cop a feel then he'd suffer her wrath.

Frost let out a repressed breath before once again eyeing his target. Even now her cheeks still quivered and danced, eagerly inviting him to strike down with his palm. It was like he was facing two different personalities, one that wanted to kill him and end this humiliating situation while the other desired for it continue and become something more.

By this point his right hand was shaking, the pain stretching from the tip of his fingers all the way to his shoulder. Khione's ass though soft for the first few millimetres was rock solid underneath -hell a rock would actually shatter if struck by it- but he had ignored it until now, his desires and joy allowing him to forget about the pain.

Even now with his arousal forcibly quashed and his pleasure being restricted for his own safety he aimed to strike those rock hard cheeks with his full strength, determined to make Khione feel at least some degree of his pain…and not because he liked the idea of leaving an imprint of his palm on her ass, definitely not.

With both cheeks already bearing his mark he aimed for the centre hoping to strike both with his final blow. He raised his right hand above his head, tensed his arm to its maximum limit, injected his muscles with aura and even used ice chakra to protect his palm with thin yet dense scales.

The previous two strikes he wanted to feel the point of contact but this time he was all in on making her feel some pain. Whether or not she'd enjoy this more he didn't care, all that mattered was his own satisfaction and personal safety. Khione would struggle to find fault with his actions if he took it this seriously.

Awaiting the third and final blow Khione bit her lower lip until blood leaked down her chin. Her mind was a complete mess; she wanted to rip Frost to shreds but at the same time she was looking forward to getting spanked again. She couldn't remember the last time she felt such pure pleasure, it just felt so right, tempting and addictive. She wanted more at least her instincts did, her pride however fought against such whims fiercely, denying such feelings outright. How could she the Raging Valkyrie enjoy being treated as such, especially by someone like Frost, a man, a weak albeit handsome man.

'This never happened. I'll enjoy the final spanking then forget about everything and make sure that damn bastard never brings it up in the future.' She made an internal compromise, allowing herself to give in to her dark desires just this once before locking them away forever. Such a part of her could never again see the light of day.

Readying herself for Frost's judgement she stopped rubbing her thighs together, raised her ass as high as she could comfortably go and closed her eyes, preparing for the pleasure that was sure to come, set to carve the sensation deep within her heart never to be felt again.

Such actions strained at Frost's mind, tempting him to wreck this little girl here and now but he knew it was nothing more than a trap. A moment's satisfaction to be paid for with his life, hardly a worthwhile trade given that he already had two beautiful lovers waiting for him at home, lovers who didn't pose a threat to his safety….at least normally.

He therefore shook his head, remaining stalwart in the face of such delightful temptation. He focused his gaze on her ass, seeing it as nothing more than a target to strike rather than a gift from the heavens.

His right hand thundered down with a vengeance, parting the air standing in its way before crashing down against Khione's cheeks with an audible boom and a not so subtle crack.

"AHHHHN~" The final spank carried a great deal more force, enough for Khione to finally feel a moderate level of pain but instead of hurting she felt only pleasure, extreme pleasure. All her attempts to restrain herself dissolved in an instant. She moaned or rather groaned erotically, her eyes seemingly turning pink and morphing into the shape of hearts – Merely illusions brought about by her voice and the perverted atmosphere of course.

Her tall, strong and voluptuous body spasmed in response to the bliss radiating out from her lower regions. That small wet stain on her underwear grew and grew until it completely drenched the delicate cloth with her pheromone rich liquid.

Frost's sturdy right hand gifted her an orgasm far greater than any she'd ever had before.

Khione may have been ignorant to the whims of romance and love, but she was still a healthy 22 year old thus she was no stranger to self-love, but this was magnitudes different.

Her toes no her entire feet curled inwards; her thighs clenched and rubbed against each other with such force that a piece coal would have been turned into a diamond if placed in between.

Then there was her ass, her beautiful, reddened ass sporting a solid handprint on each cheek and a third even more prominent one right in the middle. It violently quivered, continually rising as though searching for Frost's magnificent palm. Even Daki if she saw this sight would have to admit defeat, Khione was just too erotic.

Frost not only had to see such a glorious sight but also hear and feel it all while keeping as straight a face as possible, not daring to enjoy the dish placed before him in the slightest under the threat of death.

His manhood that had been recalled under his orders started to rise once more, threatening to cause a bloodbath and this time he really couldn't stop it. Khione was just too alluring and seductive.

He didn't even notice that the bones in his right hand had fractured, the solid strike zone and powerful bounce inevitably being too much from them to handle. The pain was extreme, but he felt nothing the only thing in his mind right now was Khione, her quivering ass and that stench that he had come to know so well through his nightly battles with Maya and Daki.

With a mere three strikes he had turned a woman so filled with arrogance, pride and strength into an utter mess.

An achievement worthy of pride but one he could not relish in.

Khione's amorous state lasted several seconds perhaps even tens of seconds before her mind managed to regain its faculties she then instantly vanished from atop Frost's knees, used her ice chakra to freeze and eradicate her shame before vanishing to one side of the training room.

With a touch of her hand a door appeared on the wall leading to a secret room and without even looking back once she dashed into this room and sealed herself in, leaving Frost in the lurch not knowing how to proceed.

"….At least she didn't kill me."