Dungeon of Niflheim

"Alright everything seems to be in order Sir, please follow me into the bathing area to meet the forewoman. She will be in charge of managing both your safety and enjoyment during this time." The attendant nodded his head after giving Frost a thorough once over.

"Lead on." Frost was keen to get started, both to dip his body in the chilling waters and glimpse at the muscle bound beauty that was his companion in this little event.

Since his protection was a bigger deal than Khione's Frost took a little longer to get ready. By the time he was lead into the private bathing area Khione was already waiting next to a beautiful azure skinned woman with white crystals dotted across her skin and through her hair. Her silver snake-like eyes locked in on Frost as he entered the room that even without getting into the bath was far below freezing.

"So this is your young paramour Khione, you certainly have fine taste." The bath forewoman lightly teased causing the nearby Khione to blush and punch her shoulder out of embarrassment.

"Shut up Blanche!" Khione was like a cat who had their tail stepped on, moments away from starting a fight. Her reaction revealing some truth to the accusation, making Blanche boldly smile from ear to ear. She had the urge to tease the young Princess, something she hadn't had the opportunity to do for quite some time.

"Oh is that not the case such a shame, well if he's not taken mind if I take a crack." With her eyes narrowed into slits Blanche stealthily sashayed herself from Khione's side to stand directly in front of Frost.

Unlike his companion Blanche didn't tower over him, nor did she have muscles that would put even giant's to shame. Her form was similar to that of Maya's, shorter than him by a head or so, lithe and soft but lacking her level of devasting curves. She was still beautiful and sexy mind you just not at the same level of woman he had gotten so used to.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance young man, you can call me Blanche, I'll be the one in charge of your bathing experience." Blanche moved in close, her right hand gently touching Frost's shoulder as her body threatened to press against his chest, allowing him to get a could feel of her generous assets.

"I'll make it my priority to ensure you have a blissful hands on experience, don't be afraid to let me know what you like as for the next hour I'm at your beck and call." She lightly blew in his ear and flirtatiously giggled before enjoying the visual feast that was Frost, the simple silk cloth unable to hide his raw masculinity.

Not one to be outdone when it came to charm Frost boldly smiled and took hold of her right hand. "The pleasure is all mine Lady Blanche, you can call me Frost, and I very much look forward to leaving my body in your capable hands." He brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it.

Blanche didn't expect him to be so smooth, so skilled in the art of flirtatious war. With those gorgeous, good looks, that dreamy voice and those well trained skills even she who had a wealth of experience behind her was temporarily stunned, a brief heat rising up as her heart forgot to thump.

'They're serving up a lamb for slaughter.' Blanche internally concluded that Khione was no match for this young man, silently praying for her fate.

While Frost and Blanche were getting pleasantly acquainted with one another, their bodies mere centimetres from touching a storm was brewing behind them.

Khione who was already brokering on being incensed by Blanche's paramour comment felt something crack inside her when she saw the vixen sashaying her hips and leaning close to her companion. And when Frost responded in kind, kissing her hand and smiling at her that crack turned into an explosion.

Unbeknownst to her Khione was starting to radiate a fierce killing intent, her gaze frigid like ice as her muscles became taught, readying for battle.

Of course Frost and Blanche weren't foolish enough to not sense this building bloodlust but to the two of them Khione appeared rather cute.

'I see the feelings have developed a strong foundation but she's not quite aware of their meaning.' Khione's reaction was instinctive, a desire to monopolise something that she saw as hers, refusing even the notion to share or have others enjoy it.

'She's so damn cute.' Frost simply replied to her death glare with a warm smile, loving the possessiveness that was growing inside the Raging Valkyrie. Though it couldn't be seen as something romantic as of, yet it was clear that he was quickly becoming someone important in her heart.

"Is that death glare for you or me?" Blanche innocently asked while intelligently taking a step away from Frost. She didn't fear someone of Khione strength, but it wouldn't be proper for her to engage in a fight with a child, especially one she had quite a close relationship with.

"I think it's for both of us but with slightly different meanings. Mine is probably 'shut my mouth if I ever want to talk again' and yours is more of a simple 'back off or it's time to throw down'." Frost placed his right high under his chin as he analysed the situation in depth, feeling not even the slightest bit of danger from the musclebound goddess who could squash him like a bug.

"That makes sense but since when has little Khione gotten so bold as to threaten me." Blanche nodded her head in agreement before unleashing a little of her own S-rank strength. A fierce overwhelming power that made Frost's entire body quiver and fear rise in his heart.

Everywhere he went in this damn realm there was someone who could destroy him with a flick of their wrist. Kinda makes it hard to retain confidence in his potential and his usual dominion in the strength department.

Being blasted with a warning from an S-rank powerhouse Khione's killing intent was immediately doused but she still continued to glare at the two of them, showing her displeasure despite her earlier rudeness.

"My my so possessive little Khione, if you don't want someone else to make a move you need to be a little more proactive and bold in your declarations otherwise…." Blanche suddenly teleported next to Khione and whispered in her ear. "….He'll be taken away from you."

Khione's mind conjured images of other women just like Blanche attracting Frost's attention, causing him to look away from her, to ignore her words and even abandon her for them.

Such images filled her heart with denial and hate; no she wouldn't allow such a thing. He was her friend, and she didn't want to share him during the short time they had left together.

Surprisingly Khione did something she would have never dreamed of doing in the right state of mind and before Frost had entered the picture. She ignored Blanche, walking directly through her, her large frame pushing the much smaller woman to the side as she moved next to Frost and wrapped her arm around his and fiercely declared 'mine' with both her eyes and actions, the only thing lacking was the words.

Such a move left both Frost and Blanche baffled, bold would be an understatement to describe what just happened.

Frost who was being gripped so tightly that his arm was completely locked in place to the point that he was in actual pain couldn't help but feel riled up, his wolfly intentions threatening to boil over as Khione willingly clung to him. Her intoxicating perfume assailing his sinuses and the sensation of her skin below her thin silk gown rubbing against his own.

Only at this point did he finally notice her current attire. Unlike him Khione didn't need the cloth protectors for her knees, elbows, hands, feet nor did she need to wear a silk mask. All she wore was a rather risqué bikini and a semi-transparent gown.

With their current position Frost was able to get a clear view of the deep valley that rested between her giant breasts. A valley that was made even more provocative by the bright red bikini top that forced them closer together. Her dark chocolate bunnies were held up by nothing but a small piece of fabric that hid her nipples and a couple thin straps that were tied around her neck.

His eyes were completely enamoured by the tantalising sight and a powerful beckoning called from below, the dragon was set to rise from his slumber, to roar in fury before demanding a delicious offering.

Thankfully he wasn't able to see behind her with her current position otherwise he may have very well burst out then and there, caring very little for the company of Blanche gawking at the side. If her choice in bikini top was alluring then the bottoms were sinful.

Just like her underwear she went with the unexpected G-string allowing her muscular cheeks to present themselves in their full glory to the world.

"Gulp" Frost audibly gulped as his throat quickly became parched. The heat in his gaze rising exponentially to the point that Khione could feel it searing into her flesh, waking her up from her current stupor.