Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 869: Khione’s first kiss

Frost’s right hand comfortably hugged Khione’s neck while his left cradled her lower back, both pulling her in close as he pursed his lips and inched forward towards his target, her plump succulent lips.

The young Princess despite demanding this had butterflies in her stomach, her anticipation keeping her on tenterhooks. The closer Frost got and the longer he stared deeply into her eyes the more numb her body became, her legs gradually turning to jelly.

When he was but a few millimetres from making his assault, close enough that she could feel the heat from his breath she buckled under the pressure. She closed her eyes and readied her lips for his attack, her heart quivering as it prepared for the waves of pleasure she was hoping to feel.

Khione had seen her parents as well as many of her siblings kiss their partners. Sometimes it was a light peck, a simple greeting whereas at others it was filled with an intense love, a burning passion and yes often lust, but each and every one of them brought a smile to the recipient therefore she associated the act with good feelings and noticed that the more intense the exchange the wider the smile.

This was going to be her first kiss and given her partner and the current mood between them it certainly wasn’t going to be on the level of a mere greeting.

Frost could feel the intensity of emotion rushing through Khione’s body. With his hands clasped tightly against her skin he could feel her every shiver, every tensing of her muscles and ultimately when she completely relaxed allowing her body to shift downward and rely more on him for support. And Frost being the man that he was, was more than happy to hold her up regardless of how heavy she felt. In fact it seemed to spur him on, hastening his attack and enticing him to lower his left hand -in the name of a more viable holding position of course. Something Khione in her current state mind had no problems with and even encouraged as her own hands left his shoulders and wrapped around his neck.

The time was nigh, enough postering and enough teasing, Frost moved in to claim what had been eagerly offered on a silver platter, he’d finally taste the sweetness hidden in those plump red lips of hers.

However before he could seal the deal the heavens deigned to play one last trick. With a paper thin distance before their lips made contact there was suddenly a deafening sound that was impossible to ignore from the horizon followed by a contingent of yells, cheers and screams by the other passengers.

Despite the advanced machinery and magic fuelled systems housed on the SS. Gwienfieldal no barrier could protect them from this momentous sound, nor could it fully mitigate the intimidating presence that originated from the one that caused it.

The romantic mood between the two lovers suddenly shattered, cold water dropping on their heads as a primal fear burst out from the depths of their hearts warning them of impending danger. Even Khione with her half step S-rank strength couldn’t help but feel small and weak.

Her eyes flashed open and completely ignored the handsome man readying to kiss her as she turned her head to look across the portside of the ship.

There in all its glory was the Xuanwu behemoth, a monster who’s size was closer to that a sky piercing mountain than a living breathing creature. Even with the SS. Gwienfieldal’s tall, fifteen plus decks and being several kilometres away from where its head breached the ocean’s surface had to quickly fire its engines to their maximum output and hightail it to a safe distance. A manoeuvre that the Captain and his capable subordinates made in no time at all, moving practically the instant the mighty behemoth made its presence known.

The further away they got from the beast and after Sharon the head of security unleashed her domain across the ship to protect the passengers from its influence the weaker the effects became.

And Frost who was moments away from taking a bite out of his well-earned prize was able to regain control of his body. The primal fear he felt towards such a mighty beast turning him into a deer in headlights, stunned, incapable of even thoughts let alone movements.

His experience with Maya’s S-rank pressure and even the sudden explosive outburst of his father and Shivali’s attempt at intimidation all felt somewhat weaker in the face of this behemoth. Maya could be understood since for all intents and purposes she was weaker than the behemoth but that wasn’t the case for the two Gods especially ones as high ranking as Dark and Shivali. Logically the weight behind his father and uncle should have be far more imposing but that wasn’t the case....or at least it wasn’t that black and white. There was something about the nature of the behemoth that filled him with intense dread, it felt more primal, instinctual, a fear towards a natural predator rather than a being that was simply more powerful than himself.

Several seconds passed before he opened his eyes and saw that his charming date was no longer looking in his direction, something that filled him with no small degree of anger. He initially had high hopes in regards to meeting this legendary creature but now his belly was full of rising hatred. Not only did it make him freeze in fear, but it ruined his romantic moment with Khione, a moment that had already been spoiled several times already....and in leu of that he decided he’d enough of things getting in the way.

If he was holding onto the deck’s rails then his anger would have resulted in them being bent and crushed but his grip was still on Khione’s neck and lower back so instead he pulled, forcing his new bombshell of a lover to look his way once again before continuing his advance the mood be damned.

Khione certainly wasn’t expecting him to continue in such a manner. She didn’t even get the chance to react before Frost’s lips met her own and his tongue started to play around inside her mouth.

The stimulus from his tender yet at the same time aggressive invasion and the arrival of the Xuanwu behemoth caused her brain to briefly short circuit. She opened her eyes as wide as they could go as she felt her tongue being enveloped and stroked. She tensed up and tried to naturally push away the invader but was powerless in response. The tugging behind her neck and lower back felt as though she was being pulled in by an immovable mountain.

Her vaunted strength that could see her lift tens of tonnes without blinking an eye had been siphoned away by Frost’s skilful movements, swiftly turning this Raging Valkyrie, this bombshell of a muscle goddess into nothing more than a defenceless young girl.

Electricity jolted through her entire body turning every inch of it into jelly and she fell deep into Frost’s embrace, putty for him to play with at will.

While everyone else was looking in the distance at the giant beast that was the Xuanwu behemoth Frost managed to forcibly recreate the earlier mood. The cold water had been boiled the fear expunged and his technique draining all rational thought from his lucky victim.

The moment she fell from grace and entered his embrace his heart thumped with triumph, and he stepped up his game, making damn sure his adorable Princess would never forget her first kiss. He methodically hit all the spots he learned to hit, trying to find her most sensitive areas. His kiss was deep and overwhelming, as though their lips were melding as one. His tongue darted, enveloped, pressed and subdued its counterpart, leading the dance in a dominating yet for Khione a somewhat comforting manner.

The hand behind her neck supported her head and played with her hair while his right descended onto those glorious cheeks of hers, tightly groping them in a possessive manner and eliciting an erotic albeit muffled moan through her tightly covered lips.

It didn’t take long for her shock and paralysis to turn into hot, electrifying pleasure, Frost made damn sure of that.

Within moments the youngest Princess of the Niflheim royal family felt as though her entire body was enveloped in flames and those urges and desires that she had been keeping on a leash burst forth with a vengeance. The victim started to go on the offensive, her innate love for battle preventing her from taking a one sided beating. She started with the tongue, catching Frost’s when it attempted to retreat, coiling around it like a vice as strength started to return to those chiselled limbs of hers.

’Oh she’s feisty but clearly lacking experience in these kinds of battles.’ Frost was moved by her initiative but that merely gave him the all clear to step up his offensive. His wolflike hands quickly finding succour on some of Khione’s most sensitive areas, quickly reminding her who was in charge when it came to this side of their relationship.

The left hand that was cradling her neck dropped down to meet his right as he picked her up off the ground and supported her entire weight and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist. He then pressed her against the railings of the deck and continued to kiss her without mercy while his hands groped, pinched, twisted and even occasionally slapped those muscular cheeks of hers.