NOVPUBAn hour later Frost left Shivali's office with a smile on his lips. After a lengthy internal battle the Primordial Ice King relented, accepting both of his requests.
The first would take some time to accomplish given the stringent conditions attached to it but the second would be granted when Khione left Niflheim and headed to his territory.
She would be accompanied by a high ranking spirit chef from the realm's culinary branch. The exact person would be decided on later, but Shivali promised that they'd be experienced in teaching and that their rank would be at the very least 4 stars, a level that was equivalent to Borris the 4 star blacksmith.
Nanna would finally have a proper teacher, someone who could help further her passion therefore Frost couldn't help but be filled with joy.
'Now all I need is a doctor.' Though Loki wasn't a single minded as his sister he too had a passion, medicine. Thankfully he could learn the basics and shore up his foundations under the tutelage of the Dungeon's ice troll witchdoctors and frost dwarf priests. The more advanced skills however would need to be taught by a professional. A goal for the future.
"Please follow me young Prince I'll guide you to your room." After walking past the 100 metre mark a servant donned in an azure uniform presented themselves to Frost, bowing at the waist as they spoke.
"Mm lead the way." He'd somewhat gotten used to being called Prince by this point though he still preferred the title of Master or Lord.
The servant silently guided him into the southern section of the palace, where most of the bedrooms, rec rooms and parlours were situated.
"This is your room Prince Frost, please let me know if there's anything lacking or if you'd prefer it to be decorated in a different style."
Upon opening the large double doors Frost was presented with a room that was beyond parallel, his uncle was obviously incredibly affluent, stupidly so. Everything from the cushions to the lights were fashioned of materials that were no less than 4 star in quality. His glaive [Wolf howling at the moon] even if it was in pristine condition would pale in comparison to even a mere candlestick from this room.
The servant asking if anything was lacking or if the style was not appropriate felt almost mocking to his ears.
'I don't think I've ever felt so poor.' Frost lamented his lack of wealth and strength, desperate to reach a point where he could dine and live in luxury like this on the regular.
"It's fine, there's no need to change anything." Frost waved the servant off as calmly as he could, holding back his growing spite and jealously.
"Very well then, I wish you a pleasant night young Prince." With that the servant departed, returning to his regular duties, leaving Frost to bask in the grandeur of the room or rather the fully enclosed suite.
He wasn't just given a bedroom but a lounge, an oversized bathroom and even a personal rec room that was filled with a plethora of books and games for his enjoyment.
"Purrr!" Oh there was also a separate room to the side for Kiba who'd already made himself at home there, lying atop a massive cushion with a content smile on his lips and a slightly protruding belly. Clearly his earlier warning went unheard. The lazy cat stuffed himself silly with snacks and high quality foods that he'd never have the opportunity to taste back in the Dungeon.
Frost couldn't even get angry at him given how peaceful and content he looked. "I'll let it slide for now but the moment we leave you're going on a diet and a harsh training regime."
Though he was deep in dreamland Kiba's entire body shivered in warning as Frost spoke. His future fate was set.
Early next morning after having the most blissful sleep of his life Frost was awoken by several loud knocks on his door.
"Frost get your ass up we've got training to do!" Khione's booming voice reverberated throughout the suite making sleeping all but impossible.
"Grrr!" Kiba instinctively groaned in protest before burying his head under several cushions, he wasn't ready to get up yet.
Frost however merely blinked a few times before stretching his body, he'd never pass on an opportunity to train and grow stronger unlike a certain tiger.
Unfortunately this wasn't quick enough for the temperamental woman banging on the door. Without caring for any possible complaints from her family's guest Khione kicked open the doors with a loud bang, her standard entrance.
"Come on weakling you'll never get any stronger sleeping this late in the d…..Kyaaahhh why the hell are you naked!" Khione stomped through the bedroom ready to literally drag Frost to the training room as a way to release the anger that had pent up due to her Mother's incessant pestering last night. What she didn't expect however was to be met with such a tantalising sight.
Frost was disrobed, his bare chest, arms, abs and even the majority of his legs were on full display. He never slept in his robes, too constricting, in fact back in the Dungeon's private space he tended to sleep completely in the nude but thankfully for Khione's sake when travelling he'd retain some modesty and use underwear.
"I'm not, see." He pulled over the silk like bedsheets and gestured towards the underwear that partially covered his lower half. His words drawing Khione's gaze to that specific area.
"Gulp." The young maiden loudly gulped, a vivid pink blush growing on her cheeks as she saw a massive protrusion straining against the cloth.
"Oh….well it is morning, and I haven't been able to let loose in over a week so that's natural." Seeing a strange heat in Khione's gaze Frost looked down to see his dragon rock hard and threatening to pierce through his underwear.
He felt a little embarrassed by the situation, if he was back home in the Dungeon either Daki or Maya would have already taken the opportunity to relieve him of his discomfort.
Being left hanging like this was a rarity he therefore awkwardly covered himself back up with the bedsheet and calmly explained the situation from a logical and natural standpoint. He spoke well and with an even tone but there was a slight pink hue on his cheeks and he struggled to look directly at Khione whose gaze refused to shift even slightly from his personal weapon.
"….."
"….." A silence lingered in the air for about ten seconds before.
"AHHHHH!!!!" Khione screamed in a high pitch, her face a flushed mess as she tore her gaze away from Frost and ran out the room, slamming the door loudly behind her as she passed.
"….Well that could have gone better." Frost shook his head, peering downwards with accusation. "You're lucky she didn't beat us black and blue." He said, obviously not expecting a reply, at least not a verbal one.
His cock despite the threat of danger and the lack of a woman lying by his side refused to soften, he needed to take care of it the old fashioned way.
Uncomfortably he made his way to the bathroom and allowed it to breathe before conjuring up memories of his sexy lovers. Daki's voracious appetite, bountiful figure and lustrous green skin. Maya's tightness, her lovely lips and her soft, fluffy wolf tail.
Such provocative images made him even harder and even bigger, but they'd be enough for his little session at least that's what he thought. Halfway through he started to see Khione's body and face flash by, even Avira made the occasional appearance. Seems that deep down he already started seeing the two of them as desirable, Khione in particular.
Outside the suite Khione sat on the floor, her back against the wall and her head buried between her legs as she mumbled incoherently.
"T…That was….I…I…didn't know…..so big." Even with her eyes closed all she could see in her mind was the image of Frost's mighty weapon straining against his underwear, thick, long and as hard as steel. 𝚗𝚘v𝚙𝚞b.𝚌𝚘m
At some point she even felt disappointed that such a sight was covered by a piece of cloth but the moment such thinking cropped up she violently shook her head and did her best to erase the memory….failing miserably, however. That image, that carnal desire that she'd never felt before refused to leave her heart.
She was gradually beginning to see Frost as a man, an object of her desire. The words of her mother and elder sisters suddenly finding meaning.
As if wanting to avoid talking to Khione for as long as possible Frost took twenty minutes to leave his suite. This time he was fully dressed, looking prim and proper and ready for a bout of harsh training. Training that will no doubt be much more brutal than planned due to the earlier incident.
When he came out he saw Khione leaning against the wall, waiting for him patiently with an unfocused look in her eyes. She was no longer a flushed mess, but she still couldn't look directly at him without her gaze instinctually wandering downstairs.
"T…Training. Spear. Let's go." Khione spoke in a robotic manner before slowly walking towards her training room with Frost following closely behind her.
'Guess such a scene was a little too much for the winter Princess.'
