"Haaaaaa….idiot." Khione sighed, her lips arching into a gentle smile as she pushed aside the loose, blood stained hairs dangling atop Frost's face.
His unguarded and relaxed state revealed a level of trust and comfort that made her heart flutter. He looked so peaceful despite being covered in wounds, wounds that she caused.
Seeing several imprints of her fist along his ribs and chest Khione couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She was only teaching the basics of the spear, was it really necessary for her to be so brutal?
Despite her savage methods however Frost never complained, always rising back to his feet with his spear in hand after being sent flying across the room. Determination and wild joy prevalent in his eyes whenever he took his stance and awaited her judgement. A training madman who found joy in punishment as long as it provided results….someone so similar to herself.
With Frost lying peacefully on her lap, his breathing slowly becoming less and less laboured as his body started to recover from the stress and strain Khione found herself staring down at his handsome face -An area which she instinctively avoided damaging for some reason- finding it more and more pleasing to her eyes.
Aesthetically Frost was perfect, his face was both beautiful and handsome, his skin smooth and without blemish. His stature both tall and well defined, a warrior's body, free from excess. In many ways he even managed to surpass her father, the man she had come to believe as the most perfect man in existence, even Dark failed to measure up to the beauty of the Primordial Ice King.
For all intents and purposes Frost was exactly what she looked for in a partner. He was bold, brave, talented and determined. A madman when it came to training, proud in his strengths but also humble when it came to his weaknesses. Not afraid to ask for aid or to be taught by others if it meant achieving his goals.
He may be weak right now, but he certainly wouldn't stay that way. A year maybe two and he'd reach A-rank, three to five he could be equal to where she stood now and within ten S-rank was likely on the table. The gap between them would gradually shrink over time and perhaps after a decade he would come to surpass her, standing above her, superior.
Thinking about such a possible future Khione felt an array of emotions bloom in her heart, the desire to train, to deny Frost the opportunity to ever catch her. A joy stemming from the fact that her friend would be her equal, someone she could fight against with all her strength without fear or trepidation. But most of all there was a lust, a fierce and dark desire to be forced into submission, for Frost to conquer her with his unmatched strength. To make her kneel perhaps even bow before him as he played with her to his heart's content.
The third and final emotion seemed to be the strongest as it quickly overwhelmed the others, filling her mind with provocative images and the memory of being spanked so fiercely by him earlier. She remembered the feeling he gave her, the orgasm of all orgasms, a feeling she wanted to relive again and again.
If Frost surpassed her in strength then there'd be nothing wrong with her submitting to him right? And if he wanted to do such things to her body -among other things- then who was she to say no, might made right after all.
A prominent pink blush adorned her cheeks, and a pleasurable tingle radiated out from her lower garden as she imagined such scenarios, losing herself in the fantasy.
When she pictured herself disrobed, the same way she came into the world and then Frost in the same manner she remembered the tantalising and somewhat frightening sight that was his morning glory.
'Can something like that really fit in there?' She thought fearfully, remembering how much it stretched the fabric of his underwear, something like a forearm breaking down her gates and thrusting itself deep inside her. She shivered in response her eyes drifting towards Frost's lower half.
His robes were torn apart revealing much of his legs and abdomen, but the focus of her gaze was unfortunately completely covered, and it didn't show any signs of moving.
"Gulp." Khione audibly gulped as the need to peek festered in her heart and refused to leave.
Instinctually she looked from side to side, making sure they were alone. "…I'm just making sure he doesn't have any injuries there, nothing wrong with that." She tried to rationalise her motives, nodding to herself confidently before working up the necessary courage, keen to see the monster that currently slept under that thin piece of cloth in its full glory.
Tentatively her right hand brushed across Frost's abdomen as if innocently inspecting his injuries before moving further down. When her fingers made contact with the cloth that protected his dignity they trembled and froze in place, the first hurdle causing her to have some second thoughts. But with the blush on her cheeks heating up Khione continued on unabated, her curiosity triumphing over her minor misgivings. She was simply inspecting the area for injuries, nothing to feel guilty about.
Gently she lifted up the fabric, moving slowly and softly so as to not alert the sleeping beauty beneath her. With a parched throat and a growing sensation radiating from her lower half she pulled down his underwear until it started to catch on something, a response that only fuelled her dark desires.
"Gulp." Another audible gulp escaped her lips as she was forced to put in a little bit of strength to overcome the resistance, her pinkie finger even making brief contact with the obstacle.
Eventually however Frost's pride and glory was on full display, lying limply to one side while a smooth bag holding egg sized spheres was sheltered underneath. Despite roughing it through the glacial mountains for days the young dungeon core was as smooth as a baby down there. This was not an aesthetic choice made by the young man but a gift of his genetics, one which his lovers had come to not only appreciate but greatly envy.
Khione however didn't notice this peculiarity as her gaze was firmly locked on the meat python that gently pulsed with the rise and fall of his chest. Like a mesmerising dance that urged her to come closer, to investigate it clearly and perhaps even deign to touch it.
"So that's what they look like it." This was her first time ever seeing the male appendage and given her complete disregard towards such things in the past she didn't really know what to expect.
However in seeing Frost's cock lying peacefully atop his left leg in its flaccid state she no longer felt quite so fearful and intimidated by it, in fact she may even go as far as to say it looked cute. A stark contrast to the feelings she had earlier when she barged into his bedroom and saw the beast threatening to tear apart his underwear.
Khione didn't retain much from the talks of love that her mothers and sisters loved to engage in but there was something that did stick, an issue that seemed to hold true for all of them regardless of their shape, form or individual strength….the pain that accompanied their first time.
She remembered once several years ago her elder sister Eira spoke about her first night with her boyfriend. She confided in her sisters because she thought she might have done something wrong. The pain that she experienced was so bad that she actually cried, a powerful A-rank ice spirit who was no stranger to pushing the limits of her body was in tears when she welcomed the embrace of her lover.
The fear and dread in Eira eyes as she spoke of her anguish and the strange unilateral acceptance of the situation amongst her other sisters stuck with the young Khione giving her yet another reason to avoid the topic of romance.
Unconsciously she even developed a small fear towards men, seeing them as dangerous thus she never shied away from relying on her fists to protect herself.
But now that she was face to face with the large appendage in its docile state and the fact that it was attached to Frost, a man who she had been starting to see in a new light Khione felt her fear vanish, replaced with carnal curiosity and a growing possessiveness.
Her fingers thus dared to plunge deeper into the mire of corruption, inching closer to grasp the sleeping tool.
"When relaxed it's not that scary, in fact it's quite cute." She said in a bubbly tone as her right hand hovered over the appendage unable to obscure it from her heated gaze. "It's still pretty big though." Even in its current state Frost eclipsed most men, Khione was right to instinctually fear it. Even Daki a woman with a plethora of experience struggled to handle him when he got really revved up to say nothing of Maya who bravely lost her V-card to such a monster.
"Mmm." Just when Khione's fingers were about to wrap themselves around his mighty member Frost let out a mild groan, his sleep becoming disturbed.
Khione never moved so quickly in her 22 years of life, her hand that was mere millimetres away from finally touching his tool was wrenched back faster than lightning and before she could even blink she pulled up his underwear, once again covering his dignity, obscuring any evidence of her immodest behaviour. The only remnants being the pink hue adorning her cheeks and the mixture of guilt and disappointment hidden in her eyes.
'Why did he have to make a move now!' She internally cursed, blaming Frost for bringing an end to her 'innocent' exploration.