Chapter 1041: Telling the wives (2)

Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041: Telling the wives (2)

"Ahn~" She began with a mild but still sultry moan, luring her prey into a sense of comfort before lashing out with her fangs. "It depends on who you’re fighting my dear, dear Frost." There was a coldness hidden within her voice and a dagger in her eyes.

"Urgh." At her words Frost froze, a lump catching in his throat as a horrifying chill ran down his spine. The alluring beauty in his arms was a rose, an elegant deceptive rose that used its appearance and voice to hide its thorns. Now close enough and held within her grasp she revealed her true intentions, and he was caught like a deer in headlights.

"C-can I tell you after?" He loosed what sounded like a pathetic whimper, as if the woman before him had his balls in a vice, making him at her complete and utter mercy. An analogy that wasn’t all that far from the truth. Maya was stronger than him and their current position was anything but uncompromised. If he refused to answer her or responded incorrectly then he would be in for a world of hurt.

"....What do you think my love?" Gone was the loving, supportive beauty that allowed his approach. Her expression was now ice cold, and her gaze laden with sadistic promise. She even tilted her head to the side and smiled at him with a false warmth so eery the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The mighty dragon that was in the process of rising from its deep rest was immediately doused in cold water and swiftly put back to bed....he would be receiving no attention this day.

"Hoh~." Of course Maya’s shift in demeanour didn’t escape Daki’s watchful eyes.

’So that was your angle...how devious of you sister.’ While she initially felt betrayed by Maya’s behaviour, viewing her as nothing more than a horny hussy that couldn’t restrain her own desires in leu of the bigger picture she now knew better. Everything was a ploy, a lure to enhance the impact of her rejection.

Upon realising this Daki’s plump lips formed into an evil grin and her eyes danced in delight, the perfect representation of a schadenfreudian expression....all she needed now was a bowl of popcorn to munch on as the drama unfolded.

Frost aware of the change in the air couldn’t stop his upper lip from twitching. He was assaulted from his flanks, his back pressed up against a wall with no sign of reinforcements....ergo fucked.

’All I wanted was a little loving before I sortie into a perilous battlefield, is that really too much to ask?’ He silently cried, hoping that in the future he’d have at least one partner who’d be willing to coddle him, to hold him in her arms and stroke the back of his head, whispering nothing but good things in his ear.

’Khione! Please I’m begging you get here soon!’ His heart called out to the ether but of course he received no reply.

Across space, within an enclosed dimension known far and wide as the Realm of Niflheim, Khione with her spear in hand sent the last of her sparring partners flying. None of them could hold a candle to her, crushed within a dozen or so exchanges.

"You lot should be ashamed of yourselves! For members of the royal guard to lose their weapons and fall to their knees after just a few exchanges is pathetic!" Khione with her tall stature and muscular physique bellowed at the men and women lying on the floor, her face red from anger rather than exertion.

""Apologies Princess"" The six figures all bowed their heads, meekly accepting her criticisms but internally they were complaining to the high heavens.

’It’s not our fault, you’re just too damn strong.’

’We may be royal guards but you’re the friggin Raging Valkyrie!’

’Just because you’re thirsty for that lover of yours doesn’t mean you should vent your frustrations on us.’

’May the Gods have mercy on that poor man.’

If Khione could hear their inner voices exhaustion and a few bruises would be the least of their worries but thankfully they were used to putting up a front.

Despite being beaten black and blue the six royal guards forced themselves to their feet, smiled and politely bowed to Khione as they thanked her for her generous teachings.

"Go and train by yourselves, you’re useless to me as you are!" Steam billowed from her nostrils as Khione watched the six figures hobble out of her training room.

"It’s like punching cotton, so fucking disappointing!" The moment she was alone in her training room she roared and vigorously punched the nearest wall making the entire room shake.

"Even if I lower my strength it makes no difference.....haaaaa they’re a far cry from you Frost that’s for sure."

Back when they trained together Frost always pushed her, surpassing her expectations by punching far above his own weight....her family’s royal guards however....pathetic, test their limits even a little and they collapse, bemoaning the intensity.

’They may outclass him when it comes to power and experience, but they can’t hold a candle to his wit, his grit and his vigour....’ The moment the word vigour entered her mind Khione couldn’t help but fall into a trance, images of a certain part of Frost rushed to the forefront of her mind followed by his dashing good looks, charming smile and....chiselled body.

As a young woman in the throes of love and desire her thoughts obviously had a startling effect on her body.

"Dammit again! I only need to say his name or think about him for a second and you start leaking!" She harshly reprimanded her little sister, glaring for a few seconds as if attempting to threatened it into compliance....which of course failed.

"Haaaaa there’s no way I’ll be able to train properly in this state." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders before eyeing the door to her private chambers, unless she took care of her festering desire in some way she’d only grow more and more frustrated.

Before Frost’s arrival into her life she maybe had to take care of such a build-up maybe once a week and it’d be a quick rub, perhaps a cheeky insert and she’d be done but now....she had to take care of this unruly sister of hers multiple times a day and a mere rub was nowhere near enough. No after learning what could be, how intense such releases can become it demanded proper attention yet despite her ardent efforts she could never quite match what Frost was so easily able to invoke.

Regardless however she had to try, otherwise far more than just six of the royal guard would have to endure her torment.

"Umm?" Suddenly like a bolt of lightning crashing down in clear skies Khione felt a stirring in her heart, an emotion that was not formed by her own lust or longing but rather something external. "Is he....is he thinking about me too?" This was her first thought, and it brought a smile to her lips, lips that had rarely turned upwards since his departure.

’Don’t worry my love, I won’t keep you waiting much longer.’ She quietly vowed before closing the door to her private chambers.

Back at the Dungeon, in the private space’s living room Frost was still cornered by Maya, completely oblivious to the fact that his heartfelt plea somehow managed reach Khione...not that it’d help his current situation, but it was still proof that love wasn’t bound by the laws of space.

"I’m waiting Frost~" Frost’s lack of an answer was not a good response in Maya’s book so the hands tightly holding onto his arms suddenly increased their pressure making him wince in pain all while shuffling closer, her left knee subtly invading the space in between his thighs to lock down his fierce dragon and the precious jewels it guarded beneath.

Frost wanted nothing more than to scream like a little girl that expression on her face and the subtle yet not so subtle approach against his manhood was just too damn scary.

"Ok, ok just stop with the scary face, please." He pleaded with sincerity. "I’d rather see that face of yours in my dreams not my nightmares Maya." Her spartan training had already earned her a place in his nightmares but that was as his instructor not his lover so he could accept it.

"...." His honesty and smooth words caused Maya to momentarily blank, the grip on his arms loosened and that wayward knee was pulled back giving him some breathing room. She was still scary but not nightmare level.

’Good enough I suppose.’ Of course he still wasn’t off the hook, his pinning still very much apparent.

"Before I tell you who it is just know that Izuna already flipped it about it."

"I-Izuna flipped?" That did not bode well, an enemy that would give Izuna a woman in a similar position to herself reason to flip had to be extremely dangerous. Her eyes narrowed to the point they were not much wider than slits as her mind ran through some possibilities, each being worse than the last.

"Daki you might want to shuffle yourself to the far end of the sofa." Before telling Maya the answer, Frost prepared for the fallout.

"Huh? Why?" The large orc woman asked, her expression showing confusion, having no idea why Frost would suggest such a thing.

"Just do it ok." Not bothering to explain himself Frost lightly ordered in a firm tone which got Daki to comply though with an exaggerated hmph and click of the tongue.

"Fine...there happy." She sat down at the end of the sofa several metres away from both Frost and Maya.

If she was still the same S-rank fenrir she used to be he would have had Daki leave the room entirely but since her strength was restricted to entry level B-rank, several metres of distance and with him acting as a shield it should be enough.

Once Daki was in position Frost used his strength to break free of his restraints, releasing himself from Maya’s iron grip to place his hands firmly on her shoulders and look straight into her eyes. His actions only serving to increase her anxiety, the list of possible enemies rattling in her mind dwindling down to just a few, each one more than enough to make her skin crawl and foster the desire to lock Frost away until the storm in Agar’s Dungeon had passed.

Yet despite her many thoughts the moment Frost spoke, everything seemed to shatter and all she could do in response was scream.

"It’s the Church of Light."

"THE CHURCH OF FUCKING LIGHT!!!!!!"