Dungeon of Niflheim

Crackle Crackle

The firepit soothingly crackled as Frost held his hands over the flames, enjoying the feeling of warmth against his palms.

Borris and Avira were already in the tents and likely sleeping, Borris certainly was given the sound of snoring coming out of his tent. But he was still wide awake and wasn't bothered by the cold temperature like they were.

He sat in silence, his mind conjuring up images of home, his two sexy lovers, the two children who looked up to him for protection, his loyal monsters as well as the city and dungeon that he ruled. It'd only been a few days, but he was already missing it and not by a small margin.

"Half a night really wasn't long enough." Frost muttered after letting out a sigh and shaking his head. Though that half night was certainly enjoyable and likely enough for Maya and Daki he was far from satisfied. He'd only been away for a few days, yet he was already pining for their flesh, his desires rising whenever his mind drifted to Maya and Daki.

"Half a night of wasn't enough for what?" Just as he was regretting not taking an extra day to satisfy his lust he heard a woman's voice from his side.

"Eh?" He was caught off guard, his eyes blinking rapidly as his neck craned towards where it came from. There he spotted Avira in her nightly attire; she was still bundled up quite thick, but her figure was no longer quite so hidden.

"I thought you were asleep." He said attempting to gloss over his earlier statement but unfortunately Avira seemed rather fixated on it.

"Nightmare, now answer the question." Despite having her body wrapped in Kiba's thick fur she was still unable to have a pleasant night sleep. The ghosts of her parents haunted her, asking her why she hadn't avenged them yet. She thus woke up with reddened eyes and heard Frost still awake sitting by the fire.

Frost glanced at Avira and saw the strange determination in her eyes and sighed.

'Is this a situation where I should respond honestly or lie?' He wondered which option was best.

"How old are you?"

"18 why?"

"Guess that counts as an adult." Avira felt proud, her chest arching forward as she heard Frost refer to her as an adult. To her it was a direct confirmation that she wasn't being viewed like a child, completely disregarding the hidden connotations.

Frost smiled mischievously, the urge to tease blossoming in his heart as he looked at her.

"Sex." He said but a single word, a word that was like a bomb to Avira's ears.

"Eh?"

"Sex V, after a gruelling 2 weeks of working on my city's new wall, I fucked my girlfriends for a half a night, hoping that it'd be enough to satisfy me for the entire length of my journey into the Glacial mountains… and unfortunately, it wasn't thus you heard me lamenting that half night wasn't enough my dear Princess." His smile stretched from ear to ear as he watched Avira's mind gradually comprehend his words.

Avira was initially stunned but quickly a fierce tinge of red donned her cheeks. She huffed and puffed, her body trembling in rage, jealously, shame, embarrassment she didn't know which, but she certainly wasn't comfortable.

"You, you, you."

"Yes V what am I?" Frost scooted close to her making her instinctively scoot backwards.

"You deplorable beast!" She loudly screamed.

In response to her name calling Frost placed a finger a top his lips and said, "Inside voice, Borris is still sleeping." Luckily his snoring continued unabated, a heavy sleeper.

Avira quickly looked towards Borris' tent, eyeing up any signs of movement before glaring back at Frost and hitting his shoulder, her cheeks still as red as a tomato.

"Oi what was that for, you asked what I meant, and I answered, why the violence?" Frost pretended to be hurt, holding the shoulder that was so viciously assaulted.

"Pervert, bastard, asshole." The aggrieved young woman slapped him after every insult causing him to laugh.

After a few minutes Avira eventually ran out of gas, her embarrassment receding.

"You're a jerk you know that."

"Why? I asked your age. Confirmed you were an adult and then spoke to you like one, simple as that."

"Haaaaa how can you look like that yet be so crass." She had never met such a person before in her life.

"Crass no you've just been surrounded by people with sticks up their asses."

"Sticks up their asses?" Avira parroted Frost's words back, images of such a condition appearing at the forefront of her mind. "Pfft." She couldn't help but laugh and smile.

"A genuine unfiltered expression is far better than one restrained by pointless traditions. Smile if you're happy, cry if you're sad, laugh without restraint and always if you can, be honest." Frost delivered a bit of wisdom that he gained from his many interactions with adventurers.

Avira's regular mannerism were far too rigid for his liking, she should be more like Leo and Luna, who do not restrain their inner personalities yet still command respect from their citizens.

Avira mulled over his words in silence, finding serenity in them. She looked around and saw their tents, the fire, the walls of the cave and it dawned on her that she wasn't in the capital. There was no one here she needed to be prim and proper with, to wear the veil of a sheltered princess.

Memories of her mother and father floated in his mind, especially those of her mother. Amellia's true personality that was only shown behind closed doors was a stark contrast to what the public saw. She was blunt, bold, enjoyed cooking and rather violent when her temper flared, very unbecoming of a traditional Empress.

'Maybe I should stop restraining myself.' She gently smiled and looked at Frost, her mind going down a dark path as her cheeks started to redden.

"So you're saying you're pent up." Avira boldly said with a slight quiver on her lips.

"…..Now who's being crass hehehehe." Frost found her sudden and rather smooth transition unexpected, but he still smiled and even laughed. This look and attitude was more in line with her true personality he thought, the V in Avira.

The two laughed freely before, the air around them started to heat up a few degrees.

Avira shuffled close to Frost and smelled his scent; her eyes becoming glassy and the redness along her cheeks swiftly turning pure crimson. Her hands nervously grasped the edge of her nightly garments as she steeled her resolve, a mixture of anxiety, desire and determination forming in her eyes as she looked, truly looked at the handsome man before her.

If he was pent up then couldn't she alleviate his burden, a fair exchange considering how attentive he'd been in protecting her and even training her for the battles she'd most certainly be faced with in the future.

The more she thought about it the more she wanted it, she inched even closer and stared deep into Frost's eyes. Her lips naturally puckering as they grew close to his, dying to taste him.

"V, you should stop." Frost who for a brief few seconds was dazed by the young woman advancing towards him spoke in a solemn tone. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

"But why, am I not attractive enough? Do you find me ugly?" Tears threatened to pour from her eyes as the young woman was strongly rejected, her feelings laid bare before him.

Frost had to admit he was moved by her actions and felt a little guilty, but he couldn't cross that line.

"No not at all V, you're very pretty, cute and charming but we can't."

"Why!" Avira yelled completely forgetting about the sleeping Borris. It was at this point that the tears started to flow, and Frost lost his composure, he really hated seeing a crying woman.

He pulled her into his chest and stroked the back of her head in a soothing manner. "V I'll be straight with you, there's several reasons." Frost thought 'fuck it might as well lay all the cards on the table.'

"First though you are pretty and cute you're too underdeveloped and before you get mad I'm not simply referring to the curves on your body but your literal size." Avira who was leaning on his chest looked up at him, instantly becoming angry when she heard the word 'underdeveloped' but was then confused when he mentioned her size. What did he mean by that.

"Here." Going all in Frost took hold of Avira's right hand and placed it upon his thigh at least she thought it was his thigh.

"Do you really think you'd be able to handle something like this V? Maya's at the S-rank while Daki's part succubus yet even with the two of them working together they struggle to compete with me." He whispered into her ear as his manhood started to grow, stretching below his undergarments, filling and even pushing apart Avira's thin feminine fingers.

The young woman had steam flowing out her ears as she realised exactly what she held. Her breathing quickened and a twisting sensation gripped her stomach as her thoughts ran wild. Her hand however that was still grasped around the outline of Frost's still growing bulge started to instinctively stroke, rub and caress the object making Frost shiver.

Seems the danger and fear aspect wasn't strong enough to deter the young woman, a strong part of her was still very, very interested.

"Second I'm currently spoken for, only if Daki and Maya give their blessings would I be willing to take another lover." Frost tried to gently remove Avira's right hand, but she stubbornly held on as though entranced by it.

"Third you're a Princess, Northrend's Princess and by the will of your father the true heir to the throne. Your ambition requires your entire focus, if you wish to avenge your parents and bring order to Northrend then you can't be tied down by romance." Plus he had no intentions in becoming Emperor of Northrend.

Frost's third reason seemed to hit home, her hand stopped stroking and a frown grew on her face as she thought deeply about how such a relationship would play out in the long run and unfortunately Frost was correct. A romance with him would distract her from her ambition and though the distraction was incredibly tempting it was still a distraction, nonetheless.