Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 865: Private meal (6)
Solana brought each course one after another, each being more delicious than the last.
Frost experienced a range of flavours he couldn’t even produce words for. His palette was enlightened, his lips never drooping as he smiled from ear to ear with every mouthful.
His body burst with energy, the life force held within the depths of the food threatening to make him rip at the seams, aggressively strengthening his body through and through. A painful experience but at the same time electrifying and....exhilarating.
His mood was as high as the heavens as he chatted and laughed alongside his beautiful date. Great food, great drinks and great company, an outright bullseye and an experience that couldn’t be any better.
By the time the award winning dessert came out Khione was red in the face, those two bottles of Andurial red and even a third had long been drained of their contents. She hadn’t drank in such excess for quite some time thus the effects went straight to her head.
Drunkenness an affliction brought on by the willing imbibement of alcohol, a poison to the body that lowered ones inhibitions, reduced their reflexes and motor functions, numbed sensations of pain, emboldened desires and often led to making reckless decisions all in the name of fun and excitement.
For most this was an affliction they had no choice but endure, a consequence for drinking poison but for those with high level strength like Khione and even Frost to a degree such detriments could be easily expunged with an internal cycle of their aura -of course the quality of the ’poison’ still played a part, allowing even those at the top of the food chain to suffer like normal individuals for a change.
Andurial red was a high class beverage that focused on flavour rather than intensity therefore Khione was more than capable of removing its effects within her body, but she didn’t, instead allowing it roam without restriction.
She thus appeared rather dishevelled, her cropped jumper hanging low against her shoulders and revealing an extra inch or so of enticing cleavage. Her cheeks donned a thick red blush that threatened to creep down her highly developed yet still elegant neck. Swollen lips that were begging to have a bite taken out of them, opening and closing in an inviting manner. Her innate charm, her base desires radiating from her every inch of her sexy figure.
Khione’s gaze was fixated on Frost, her eyes practically forming little hearts as she watched his every move and relished in whatever words left those desirable lips of his.
She could barely think straight, the alcohol forming a thick smog in her mind, dulling most of her senses while amplifying others.
In this romantic haze she barely registered when Solana brought out the final dish. She spared not even a single glance at her or the plate, Frost being the only thing in her eyes.
As the recipient of such an intense gaze and not exactly being in the perfect state of mind himself Frost was struggling to hold back his own desires. The alcoholic haze making it almost impossible to not conjure provocative delights involving the muscle bound beauty sitting across from him and practically offering herself on a silver platter.
His dragon repeatedly threatening to rise from its slumber, his promise to Maya and Daki alongside the potent distraction that was a vibrant feast the only things keeping him seated on his chair and not dragging this innocent bombshell to the private cabin registered under their name.
A self-promise to completely and utterly wreck both Maya’s and Daki’s contraceptive crests when he finally returned to the Dungeon also helped. Those unfortunate or fortunate women would be at his mercy, unable to escape until he was satisfied, truly satisfied this time.
"So this is the head chef’s pride Solana." Given their more frequent interactions Frost requested to know the young waitress’ name which she was both conflicted and happy to provide.
"Yes, despite his rough appearance and aggressive personality the SS. Gwienfieldal’s head chef specialises in desserts and confectionary." Arranged on the plate was the dark chocolate cylinder with smoked hazelnut praline and salted minotaur milk ice cream. The arrangement alone was a work of art, the subtle smell and oozing chocolate sauce had Frost salivating, his already filled to the brim stomach and somewhat over juiced mana veins demanding that he dive straight in and not raise his head until that plate was licked clean.
"If it tastes even a fraction as good as it looks then I’m sure this will be a meal I’ll not soon forget." First the meet and greet dinner with Khione’s parents, that delectable pizza this morning, the street food in the afternoon and now this, a six course meal prepared by a highly vaunted chef and eaten on a luxurious cruiser atop Niflheim’s Modanya current. All memorable experiences that Frost sequestered into the depths of his heart, to be remembered fondly in the years to come.
"I’ve actually had the pleasure of eating this dish myself and all I can say is that no matter how high your expectations may be, you’ll still fall short." Solana said with no small amount of pride in her tone, fully confident in the head chef’s skills.
What the vast majority of the ship’s staff didn’t know was that she and the head chef had been intimate for a few years, a fun, exciting fling that surprisingly ended on very good terms. No hard feelings and their friendship being stronger than ever.
But Solana and the head chef weren’t the focus of tonight, Frost and Khione were therefore she once again disappeared from their side like a phantom, letting the young couple enjoy their private moment.
"Khione the food’s here."
"I know but it can wait." Khione continued to stare at her newfound crush, hinting for him to go ahead without her. She wasn’t as blown away by the food as Frost was, it was nice, delicious even but not mind blowing, the curse of being blessed with the best since birth. Instead she stretched out to grab hold of the fourth bottle of Andurial red and filled her glass to the brim.
"Fair enough." Frost didn’t put up any more fuss, grabbing his fork he took a generous helping of the fantastic dessert laid out before him, his mouth salivating to the point that drool dripped down his chin. The closer it got to his nose the more ravenous his expression and the more primal and beastlike his behaviour became. The exact same response he had when biting into that high quality dragon steak prepared by Shivali’s personal chefs.
The moment that succulent piece of confectionary touched his tastebuds his mind and vision went blank. He froze in place, overwhelmed by the sensation before letting out an instinctive growl and eviscerating every last morsel of the head chef’s pride and joy.
Khione watched this in rapture, excited by the beast that lay beneath that handsome, scholarly demeanour. His unbridled and raw voracity sent jolts up and down her spine and sparked a tingling sensation downstairs.
’How can someone be so damn sexy?’ She failed to understand the logic behind the fact, barely managing to force down her growing needs by taking a large, audible gulp and internally repeating a mantra that was becoming less and less reliable.
She shook her head and delved into her dessert. ’Oh not bad, Struugos certainly lives up to his reputation....I should let father know.’ She was actually impressed by the food, beyond expectations, a difficult feat given what she dined on, on a regular basis.
She ate in a methodical and ladylike manner a stark contrast to her companion who could barely control himself. Yet despite her slightly better composure she failed to notice the effect the dish was having on her mind. Chocolate even the base kind was well known amongst doctors and alchemists as a natural aphrodisiac. And chocolate of this calibre was no different, those intrusive and provocative thoughts invoked an even stronger sense of pleasure. With the level of alcohol in her system, the hidden effects of the perfume she was wearing, the nigh irresistible charm of the man sitting across from her and now this natural aphrodisiac Khione was practically drugged. If Frost decided to make even the slightest aggressive move she’d be unable to resist, putty in his skilled hands.
Sensing the dangerous mood Frost pulled himself from his madness and stared at his lovely date. ’Damn a silver platter doesn’t do this justice.’ She was practically begging to be ravished, and his instincts knew it. ’I swear to the high heavens if you don’t calm the fuck down I’ll endure blue balls until the day we return to the Dungeon.’ He had to resort to threatening his cock so as to keep it in check.
"Khione." He whispered in a flirtatious manner.
"Hmm." She cooed incoherently in response, moving closer to her man as if to inhale his heady scent.
"Are you finished?" Frost then asked, gesturing towards the practically empty plate.
"....I guess I am." It took her a couple seconds to pull herself together but eventually Khione responded with a proper answer, but the desire and blatant lust never left those bright eyes of hers, nearly searing a hole through Frost’s body.
Her level of natural seduction exploded in that moment causing Frost to almost lose himself, his ass lifting from the chair as though readying to pounce on the young woman but once again he managed to restrain himself at the last second.
A narrow stream of blood dripped down his chin as his teeth deeply pierced his lower lip. The intense pain clearing the fog in his mind.
"Then let’s get out of here."
