Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 889: Broken and beaten....again

"I know the timing isn’t great, but I should probably tell you, I’m leaving Niflheim tomorrow afternoon." Frost suddenly delivered some hard hitting news.

"So soon." Khione felt her heart tighten in response; they’d only just started their relationship yet already separation was within sight.

"I know but there’s things I need to do, even if it wasn’t helping out uncle it’d be something else, my life as a Dungeon core is never peaceful." Even when resting in the safety of the private space there was always work to be done.

His answer didn’t make Khione feel any better in fact it did the exact opposite, she scrunched up her nose and pouted in a huff to show her dissatisfaction, a behaviour that Frost found darn right adorable. He leaned over and placed another kiss on her forehead before whispering in her ear. "I may be the one leaving but when we next meet is entirely dependent on you my love." He then nibbled her earlobe in a teasing manner.

"Moh don’t remind me." The idea of leaving home was still a daunting prospect even with Frost’s alluring enticement. It wasn’t something to be rushed.

"Hehehe I’m just saying, no pressure."

"Saying no pressure kinda puts pressure on it." Khione snapped back, annoyed by the growing smirk on her man’s lips, his tasty, plump, delectable lips. Enthralled by their allure she attacked, blocking any words that dared to seep past them.

Thus another session of heavy kissing began, this time filled with longing and a strong desire to memorise each other’s unique tastes.

"Did you drag me here because it’s your safe place or were you planning to train?" Eventually and somewhat reluctantly Frost pulled away from his new lover’s embrace and asked her a question.

"Both, before I heard about your kidnapping I planned to do some exercise, a method to clear my head before facing the music." When she separated from Tengliu her thoughts were still chaotic and training always helped her focus but now after crying her heart out and talking with Frost she wasn’t feeling quite so confused.

"Kidnapping’s a bit of a str....no actually that’s pretty much exactly what happened." Looking back he didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, that royal guardsmen was more than prepared to drag his ass to Shivali if needed, if that wasn’t a form of kidnapping then Frost didn’t know what was, Khione hit the nail on the head.

Rumble! As he looked back on the situation with clear eyes Frost’s stomach started rumbling, he was unexpectedly hungry.

"Do you want to get some food before training?" Khione cutely asked.

"So training’s definitely on the schedule even with our limited time together."

"Of course, tell me one thing we can do together that’s better than training." They were both training fanatics, monsters with an insane passion to grow stronger. Training their skills and sparring until their blood littered the floor, was like high quality entertainment for people like them.

"....Just one." Frost’s smirk grew as he spoke, a very intimate activity forming in the forefront of his mind.

"Ahhh damn pervert." It only took Khione a couple seconds to understand the meaning behind his lustful expression. She blushed and roughly pushed him away, her heart starting to thump a mile a minute as those dark temptations started to once again rise to the surface. She wasn’t a stranger to being horny but before Frost it never felt so extreme and never came on so suddenly, he was corrupting her innocence and to be honest she was loving it, but everything had its time. Their relationship couldn’t progress until certain goals had been achieved, they both understood that but sometimes temptation was hard to resist.

"I’ll have a servant bring you something to eat, something with a lot of carbs and meat so you can keep up with the training and not get distracted by this dynamite body of mine." Khione’s progress in teasing allowed her to occasionally respond with her own jabs. Adding emphasis to her words she pressed her gargantuan breasts together, forming a bottomless ravine.

Frost felt the urge howl like a wolf and dive straight into that tight yet soft chasm of bliss, but he managed to control himself, this morning’s earlier sessions curbing some of his blue balled lust.

"Yes teacher." When training he wasn’t a boyfriend and Khione wasn’t a girlfriend or a fiancé but a teacher and her student, a relationship hierarchy that needed to be respected.

Khione left for a minute or two ordering a servant to bring some food to the training room while she outlined their schedule.

Frost had learned the first three stances of the Lunar eyes, the first two being barely battle ready but the third and most important he was still lacking, only able to achieve it 20 or 30% of the time.

Khione planned to get this number above 50% before moving onto the style’s basic movements, movements that would work in conjunction with the Lunar eyes and help deepen one’s spear mastery. By following these movements Frost would be able to better understand the advantages and disadvantages of the spear and in turn use them for his benefit in battle.

Weapon styles allowed their users to summon more strength from their weapons, to better utilise their level of mastery. For example Frost with his basic mastery of the spear could perhaps unleash about 70% of that knowledge whereas someone versed in a weapon style could summon 75, 80 or even a 100% of it depending on the rank of their weapon style and how far they’d progressed in it.

The Niflheim royal family spear arts could be considered top of line, allowing one -if their understanding and progress was sufficient- to pull out 100% of their spear mastery knowledge even at the peak grade. But to be able to summon 100% in the perfect and origin grade required one to adapt their weapon style into something that was uniquely theirs. Following a form developed by someone else no matter how advanced and or perfected was incapable of taking you to the absolute limit. It was similar to how the children of Shivali who followed the path he tread would never be able to ascend to Godhood.

However that topic was still quite far removed from Frost’s current capabilities.

"Food, warm up, practise Lunar eyes then the basic movements and whole lot of sparring....12 hours should do it." Khione counted the hours and nodded her head, half a day of training how fun.

"I’m going to get hurt a lot during these 12 hours aren’t I?" Frost had a strong premonition; his new lover was starting to look a lot like Maya when she was in drill sergeant mode.

"Hehehe of course you are but that’s half the fun no?" As if leaning into his fears Khione smiled maliciously from ear to ear, sending shivers down his spine.

’I really do have a type don’t I.’ He had no choice but to resign himself to his fate, he could only blame his heart and that lower brain of his for his current circumstances.

It didn’t take long for a servant to appear with way too generous helpings of food, food specifically designed to support an intense workout. It wasn’t quite as appetising as the pizza Khione ordered yesterday morning nor the lavish meal they had aboard the SS. Gwienfieldal but still delicious, nonetheless.

They rested for about 20 minutes after eating, talking about future plans, places Khione might want to see, hobbies Frost wanted to try his hand and of course the upcoming training. Despite the promise of pain and turmoil he was genuinely looking forward to it. Any chance to improve his strength he’d desperately grab it and hold it tight against chest, the two of them were two peas in a pod.

"Let’s warm up with some light stretching DON!!!" Khione suddenly summoned her own training spear but for some reason it sounded a lot heavier than his when it made contact with the floor. Getting hit by that would really put his bones through the ringer. Glimpsing into that future Frost covered himself in several dense layers of chakra armour....not like that would stop her.

"I think you and I have very different understandings of the word ’light’." First there was the immensely powerful Maya who held a dark sadistic side whenever they trained and now Khione, a giant of a woman with enough physical strength to snap every bone in his body.

"You can stop acting afraid it really doesn’t suit you Frost honey." And there it was the trademark demon drill instructor persona that gave him nightmares.

’No one’s acting here.’ He internally complained, cursing his own heart.

For the next 12 hours as planned -except for a brief break for another energy packed meal- Khione beat Frost senseless, keeping him on tenterhooks the entire time. She didn’t go easy in the slightest, feeling that the harder she pushed, the better Frost would be prepared for the journey ahead. He was so miserably weak how could he possibly survive until their reunion. Thus as he had many times before Frost experienced true hell, every muscle, organ and every bone in his body felt like they went through the ringer.

By the end of the session he was laid out on the floor perspiring enough to fill several buckets, a miracle he was even conscious. He wanted to complain or at least tease his sexy lover who despite their intensity was still bouncing up and down, drawing his gaze to those bountiful and beautiful assets of hers but he didn’t have the energy. Breathing was hard enough let alone forming words.