Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 800: Khione’s punishment (5)

Frost waited with bated breath, silently left alone in the training room after their steamy confrontation.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't erase the sight nor the sound of Khione's erotic moaning from the forefront of his mind and to be honest he didn't want to. His expression rapidly switched between calm and collected to lustful and mischievous as his restraint continued to falter.

His heart thumped like a loud drum, his blood heating up to the point of boiling as his baser emotions screamed out his true desires. He wanted to see her like that again, no matter the cost.

Frost was forced to admit to himself that he could no longer see Khione in the same manner as before. Their bond of friendship and their relationship as teacher and student was no longer enough to satisfy him. With greed growing rampant in his heart a voice that only he could hear made its presence known.

'Make her yours.' It repeated, urging Frost to act on his desires. To corrupt the innocent Khione and let her express her true nature. To drag her down into the mud and let her experience the bliss that he'd come to enjoy with Maya and Daki.

The voice only grew louder as the minutes passed, his desires growing more and more volatile despite the isolation and silence.

His manhood was no longer listening to him, standing ramrod straight in defiance to the effects of gravity. His earlier efforts to quell the beast proving ineffective in the face of such powerful temptation. His longing for Maya and Daki certainly didn't help things, it'd been too long since he last managed to thoroughly drain the proverbial eel.

"Fuck!" Unable to silence the growing voices Frost loudly cursed, using his right hand to punch himself in the thigh. "OW!" Only now did he notice the immense pain radiating from his hand, two of his fingers were evening dangling loosely at one side, the supporting bones completely shattered.

He stared at the pathetic condition of his right hand and instantly remembered what caused the injury. Khione's muscular cheeks, those perfect, inviting yet deadly cheeks. The allure and lust was strong but so was the fear. He attacked them with his full strength, used his aura and even chakra in the last strike yet all he managed to leave was a superficial red handprint. Khione didn't even use any form of defence, she simply lay there and took it, yet he was the one that ended up injured.

A result that once again echoed the painful truth, Frost was pathetically weak, so weak that with just a mere flourish of her hand Khione could swat him like a fly.

His dark desires may be screaming at him to subdue the beautiful Princess, to have her join the family and engage in carnal activities with her divine physique but he also wanted to live.

Faced with such a stark difference in strength and Khione's naturally fiery temper, it was far too risky for him to be the aggressor in such a relationship, as a single step over the line or even just on the line could see his life cut short.

Frost pictured such scenarios in his mind, his inability to stop when needed resulting in a large fist shattering his skull, or a burst of aura crushing every bone in his body. Such images stoked his survival instincts, granting him the strength needed to push back those dark desires.

His breathing grew less turbulent, and his defiant dragon finally started to calm itself, he was regaining control. Alas those dark desires, that intense craving he now had for Khione refused to leave his mind completely, merely being pushed back to the fringes waiting for an opportunity to break free.

"….Well shit." Frost pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed in frustration realising that he now had to either play the long game or find some way to surpass Khione in strength if he was to ever safely have her as his own.

Patience wasn't exactly his strong suit, but from what he'd see so far and given how intense his craving had become Khione seemed to be worth it.

"Haaaaaa." He then sighed lamenting the difficulties he'd have in the future but eventually started to smile, seeing these things not as problems but rather as challenges.

"I should talk with Daki; she probably has experience with this sort of thing." Unlike Maya, Daki was very experienced before she chose to partner up with him thus she could likely give him some advice on how to bag such a temperamental cat.

'Ugh…crap.' thinking about Daki and Maya, Frost realised that they might have their own opinions when it came to inviting another sister into the relationship. Daki would probably be more understanding given her nature, but Maya could pose a problem.

However before he could start tumbling down that rabbit hole there was a sound in the distance. The room that Khione had entered earlier opened up, revealing the winter Princess in all her grandeur.

In the twenty odd minutes that she was away she'd taken a quick shower, (erasing all traces of her shame) changed her outfit including her underwear (choosing the exact same colour and style to make it seem like no change took place) and took the time to calm her erratic emotions.

Her expression was ice cold, and she walked with a great deal of unnecessary force, but she wasn't radiating killing intent nor was she blushing at the mere sight of Frost, all good signs.

She silently walked towards the centre of the training room where Frost stood nervously, glared at him for a couple of seconds before letting out a repressed breath.

"Now that we've arrived in the training room we should get started with practising the spear." She said calmly while retrieving two training spears from the soldier barracks.

"….Huh?" Frost was confused by her words, failing to catch her meaning. They'd already been here for more than thirty minutes, a fight and something even more substantial took place in that time.

"Spear training." Khione emphasized with a chilling smile as she forced one of the spears against Frost's chest.

Frost took hold of the spear with his left hand -his right still damaged thanks to the earlier incident- and looked up at Khione with a questioning gaze.

"We aren't going to talk about it?" He asked, keen to know where Khione stood on the incident.

"Talk about W.H.A.T? we've only just got here." She tilted her head in a somewhat psychotic manner, sending chills down Frost's spine.

"Well you know the spa…." Before he could finish his words a killing intent so intense that he could smell literal blood enveloped his body, making him feel as though razor sharp knifes were pressed against his skin.

With a instinctual urge to release his bowels Frost gazed up to see an expression on Khione's face that would make even a demon born in the darkest reaches of hell tremble in fear.

"We've only just got here, how could anything have happened?" She sternly said again, pushing such a truth down Frost's throat, forcing him to accept it as gospel.

"….So you're going to pretend that nothing happened." Replied Frost after loudly gulping.

"Pretend? What could I be pretending about Frost." She asked with a mixture of innocence and insanity, her eyes portraying almost genuine confusion, only revealing understanding when Frost dared to try and talk about what happened.

Frost looked into these strange eyes and felt the presence of death looming over his shoulder, its icy cold grasp wrapped around his heart, ready to crush it the moment he said something he shouldn't.

'Fuck she's really going down that route.' He knew that broaching the subject would be difficult and that it'd likely result in him being threatened to keep his mouth shut but her trying to convince herself that nothing actually happened felt a little extreme to be honest. Plus her not subtle threats were far more terrifying than he expected. There was no promise of pain or punishment simply oblivion.

Frost thanked his lucky stars that he restrained his lust with the final spanking otherwise given her current state Khione would have likely killed him outright.

"…..nothing." Terrified by the look in her eyes Frost submitted to Khione's intimidation.

"Right answer." She replied with a malevolent smile on her lips that promised death if he responded with anything but.

With an accord forcefully agreed to Frost had no choice but to play along. He quickly downed a healing potion to repair his hand before getting a feel for the spear Khione handed him. His gaze however occasionally eyed her up warily, afraid she'd suddenly snap or that her strong demeanour would falter but unfortunately it seemed as though her self-hypnosis was quite strong.

He couldn't help but feel disappointed by her choice, he wanted to talk about the incident, to somehow paint it as a good thing, to slowly use it to corrupt her and draw her out of her shell since he could no longer see her as just a friend or teacher anymore.

Alas Khione stubbornly held to the truth she had forcefully concocted, acting in a manner that he had gotten used to albeit a little stiffer than normal.