Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 895: Burdensome bust (2)

"....What do you mean?" Asked Khione while instilling her partner with both pain and pleasure, the former becoming more prominent as the conversation progressed.

Frost’s chest and even his shoulders were in a world of bliss as she pressed her large breasts against him, such softness yet at the same time such immense weight. The smell of her hair and her natural aroma flowed up his nose, stoking the fire within. His lust and desire evident in the depths of his eye and in the temperature of his blood. The dragon that had been so dedicatedly put to rest, startled by Tengliu’s earlier touch started to rise from its slumber. Khione was tempting even at a distance but up close to the point where he could feel her skin and bask in the tantalising weight of her towering breasts, he’d be a saint if he let this invitation pass.

Alas it wasn’t just pleasure that he was experiencing. While his upper body was enthralled lower down his wrists were locked firmly in place by her vicelike grip, the pressure gradually building until to the point that his bones loudly creaked and even cracked.

He was granted leniency after practically begging for mercy but as the old adage goes once you mount a tiger it’s very difficult to get off. Bravely, recklessly or perhaps foolishly he not only continued the ride but attempted to curb the beast’s aggression, to tame it.

His efforts proved effective at least initially, Khione was intrigued by his statement and was willing to give him a chance to evade her crosshairs....her vicelike grip however remained in place, a constant dull pain that all but eliminated his ability to enjoy the pleasure radiating from higher up.

"You say that they are a burden, a detriment to even the simplest of martial movements, useless pieces of fat that impede your ability to fight." Being held hostage even when by a beautiful woman like Khione wasn’t exactly how he envisioned the end of this dinner going but who could he blame other than his own flippant tongue. Perhaps by braving through the danger he could earn a mighty reward.

"Correct on all accounts...what’s your point?" She found his steady tone and the accuracy of his words annoying. It clearly showed his understanding of the problem yet still he had the gall to try and suggest otherwise. Her grip reflected this mood, tightening a little more causing Frost to wince from the pain.

’Ow ow ow, damn woman do you have to be so barbaric.’ The pain she doled out far surpassed the pleasure. If this was her attempt at punishment play then she was doing it all wrong, too much stick and not enough carrot.

"Then why don’t you try and find a use for them? If you ignore biased perception then can’t they simply be seen as additional weight, a weight that can alter your centre of gravity and or lend additional strength to your swings....I haven’t trained in the Niflheim royal family spear arts for long but from I can understand its foundational movements were created with a specific body type in mind." This thought wasn’t something he pulled out at random but something he’d been pondering for a while.

Khione was strong, fast and immensely powerful in her movements but there was a slight inconsistency especially when he fought against the ice golem that resembled her younger self. It was slight and easily ignored in the face of her overall strength but given that he observed her closer than most it failed to escape his sight.

Her muscular stature probably wasn’t built just because of her personal aesthetics but likely because the Niflheim royal family spear arts demanded a bigger frame, one with greater physical strength to bring out its true potential.

Men at least amongst the majority of the Sapient and humanoid monster races were usually stronger physically than their female counterparts. Their frames were also different, better suited to different styles of movement.

Shivali even at his smallest size was a large man with a fairly muscular frame, the same held true for most of his royal guardsmen including the women. Like Khione -albeit not quite so pronounced- the female royal guards who trained specifically in the Niflheim royal family spear arts or its lesser derivatives had large muscular frames.

There may have been some alterations made to the spear arts over the centuries, but the basis still favoured a particular body type, at least that’s what Frost believed.

"....." Khione didn’t say a word in response but from the movements of her eyes and the slacking in her grip it was undeniable that his words had her thinking.

"Does my shallow understanding of the art have merit?" Frost asked after slipping his wrists from her iron grip. He was quite confident in his discovery but then again it was a little presumptuous of him to speak on its foundations when he’d only just started learning.

"....Haaaaa no you’re right Frost, the Niflheim royal family spear arts do favour a male body. My father has made several alterations to it over the years so as to accommodate those with different physiques but there’s no such thing as a perfect weapon style." The art was made by Shivali and primarily for Shivali himself, ideal/perfect for him and him alone.

Khione knew her natural figure went against much of the original and the most perfect forms of the Niflheim royal family spear arts, but she adamantly refused to learn anything else. Her father’s weapon style was the strongest, so she was determined to learn no matter the cost.

In the beginning it wasn’t all that difficult, if she lacked muscle definition she simply trained them until they could take the load. Her size grew, her muscles developing to sizes larger than even her male counterparts all so she could best utilise the art’s movements.

Alas muscle strength was not the only hurdle she faced, as her chest, hips and ass grew she found it more and more difficult to follow the standard form. Her balance was off and the strength she could summon reduced or at the very least more taxing to accomplish. Her current strength was due to her immense talent and her brute force approach with her father’s spear arts. But she had reached the limit of such things, her path to S-rank barred by a seemingly impassible wall.

Khione was reminded of a conversation she had with her mother years ago.

"Mother why don’t you train in the Niflheim royal family spear arts?" Her mother the youngest God in Niflheim and her role model had worked her way up through the Niflheim military, fighting alongside the soldiers, leading them in incursions, defences and even trained alongside them.

"Me..." Freyja pointed to herself and smiled in playful manner. "Well I did train in it for a while but eventually I hit a wall, that art wasn’t ideal for someone like me. It couldn’t take me to where I wanted to go so I abandoned it." Her mother was talented in the spear, partisan and even the halberd but she used a weapon style different from the royal guardsmen.

Khione remembered being confused, surprised by the fact that her mother encountered a wall with her bottomless talent but also that after seeing her mother display her own weapon style that it looked unfinished and a hell of a lot weaker in comparison.

Seeing that she chose to stick with her father’s spear arts, believing she had enough talent to do what her mother could not.

Now however she was beginning to understand why Freyja abandoned something that was already complete and substantially proven to be effective.

She wasn’t a fool she knew she was just being stubborn, but what she didn’t expect was to be called out by Frost, someone who only had B-rank strength and superficial knowledge of her family’s spear arts.

"Maybe you should try and develop something yourself, something that’s more suited to your divine physique." Even if the journey was arduous it was better than having her continuing to view those glorious assets of hers as burdens.

"What something like the giant boob style." Khione snapped back with a fiery glare and her razor sharp canines on full display.

"A little on the nose but..."

"I’ll give you on the nose!" Before he could finish that sentence, Khione leaped up smacking his chin and nose with her breasts.

Frost fell off his chair; his nose bent at an awkward angle by the sudden blow but strangely the pain didn’t bother him in the slightest.

’Yep definitely a reward.’ He smiled lustfully.

"Damn pervert." Khione shook her head in dismay before donning an expression of intense thought. "I’m heading to the training room there’s something I want to try but you should have an early night." Frost’s suggestion though a little crass made her think.

She looked down at those substantial assets of hers, those burdens that obscured her feet and put a constant strain on her back.

’Use their weight to my advantage huh?’ A few options ran through her head, but this wasn’t the place for it.

"Goodnight Frost, I’ll see you in the morning." Khione glanced briefly at her downed lover, blew him a kiss and then left the dining room with a passionate flame raging in the depths of her eyes. She was going to try something different, something other than her usual drills, a prospect that inspired no small amount of excitement in her heart.

"Goodnight Khione." He would have loved to be sent off with a proper kiss, but a boob attack was an acceptable compromise.