'Why did he have to make a move now!' Khione internally cursed, blaming Frost for ending her tantalising discovery.
She was so close to touching it, to feeling up the beast, a beast that was so intimidating when erect but deliciously inviting and cute when it rested. The perfect opportunity to overco her unconscious fears and risk her curiosity.
Alas Frost made a sound, bringing her out of her reverie and replacing it with guilt and regret, regret being the more prominent.
"….." Frost continued to breath calmly, still sleeping in a peaceful manner as he recovered from his exhaustion and wounds. It was just a twitch nothing more but just the possibility of being discovered turned her face red with sha.
She glared down at his perfect face with accusation before once again roaming down his body, stopping at his lower half, an area that she'd worked so hard to uncover was now thanks to her own efforts once again covered.
Should she risk going for a second attempt, she'd gotten so close after all, her desires only growing more demanding in the face of failure.
"Gulp." She loudly gulped again, wetting her throat that had beco as parched as an arid desert. Her hands once again on the move down south, this ti she wouldn't waste any ti delaying, she would get her hands on it and see what she could possibly, maybe, soday work with.
Khione completely forgot that she was supposed to be inspecting the area for injuries instead allowing her dark desires and love starved body to take over.
The mont she was about to pull up the cloth however she had a sudden mont of clarity. Guilt ran rampant, her actions were borderline assault, taking advantage of Frost's unguarded state to not just observe his family jewels but to even try and touch them. If it was the other way round she'd kill him no questions asked, and she'd be right to do so. But more than that an internal voice, an avatar that represented all that she usually stood for berated her in disgust, accusing her of betraying everything that she was and reminding her of the oath she made earlier after the spanking incident.
Slap!
Suddenly Khione slapped her face with a great deal of force, so much so that the entire right side of her face beca red and slightly swollen.
She recalled her wayward fingers, placing them firmly back by her side as she relied on the stinging sensation plaguing her cheek to quash down her dark desires.
In a mont of intrigue she almost lost herself. She had avoided such topics for so long, never giving them a second thought, seeing them as pointless wastes of ti yet the first ti she allowed herself to embrace one she devolved into a long starved pervert, hell she even ca after being spanked, spanked for crying out loud.
Dreading becoming what her dark desires wanted her to beco Khione gathered what little remained of her pride and dignity, donned a calm stone like expression and rembered the oath that she had sworn to herself, determined to not lose who she was.
A little over five hours ago, shortly after the spanking 'incident' Khione who had escaped into the secret room adjoining her training space had her hands pressed against opaque ice, her head hanging low as frigid cold water pelted her dark skin, rinsing away her sha.
The rush of the water and the stinging chill doing their best to fight against the remnant sensations that she re-lived over and over and over. Her hands stubbornly trying to pry themselves away from the glass equivalent ice so they could grope and rub her frisky body. Her ass that still bore Frost's handprints, reddened, swollen and more sensitive than it'd ever been.
"Hannn fuck!" Every ti she rembered his hand striking her cheeks for the third ti, the very mont her entire body was rocked by a jolt of lightning she couldn't help but shiver, her garden leaking another sliver of sha, crying out for repeated treatnt.
Khione was unbelievably horny, and the cold shower was doing little to curb her hunger, the oh so fresh mory refusing to leave her mind.
The only solution was to satisfy her cravings, dealing with the problem the old fashioned way, just like how Frost had done with his problem.
Unfortunately she failed to feel the sa degree of rush, that overwhelming bliss that made her entire body squirm in an erotic manner. She needed sothing more, sothing vigorous, destructive and foreign.
With an almost crazy glint in her eyes she had the sudden desire to drag Frost in here with her and have her way with him, only then would she be able to feel that irresistible sensation again.
Alas the mont such thoughts were about to turn into actions a sliver of sanity pierced through the darkness.
"NOOOO!!!!' Her inner conscious scread refusing to let her go down such a path. It took control of her right hand, balled it into a tight fist and swung at the opaque ice that shielded her naked body from view, shattering it into a million pieces and carving several painful cuts across her flesh.
"Ouch!" The sharp and unexpected pain allowed that inner clarity to regain full control, stopping her from going down a very shaful path.
"What the actual fuck was I just doing!" Khione sunk to the wet floor of the shower and ignoring the fact that a couple shards of ice pierced her ample rear she sat down and pulled her legs close to her chin.
She looked at what just happened with fresh, clear and unclouded eyes. She the Raging Valkyrie a symbol for strength, honour, pride and dominance was placed over the knees of a man weaker than herself and spanked until she ca like a firehose. And if that wasn't shaful enough after running away from him she now wanted to drag that sa man into her private abode just so he could finish the job and let her feel that bliss for a second ti. Was she so starved for physical love that she was willing to throw away everything she embodied just for the sake of pleasure.
Upon realising this fact and noticing that despite her clarity returning that downstairs craving continued to gnaw at her, whispering for her to let loose, to shatter her restraints and the confines of the box that she had forced herself into. A whisper that was full of temptation and almost impossible to silence. She violently trembled feeling genuinely afraid of her own dark, hidden desires that until this mont had eluded her entirely.
"No! No! No! this can't be real it can't be!" Khione struggled to accept what her own body was screaming at her. She wanted to be spanked, dominated, literally turned into a bitch in heat who would do nothing but serve a powerful master as an outlet for his carnal needs. Just thinking about being in such a submissive and shaful position made her mind cringe with disgust and rejection but in her heart she felt joy, expectation and imnsely horny.
Two sides in conflict, a conflict that was never realised or started until Frost walked into her life. This damn annoying gnat of a man with his pretty face, muscular physique, hardworking attitude, talent and oh that glorious co….
Slap!
Khione had to slap herself a second ti as she felt her mind tumbling down the gutter again.
"This isn't ! I am the FUCKING RAGING VALKYRIE!" She loudly scread, shaking all the fixtures in the room -luckily it was completely soundproof otherwise Frost would have been aware of her desperate fight against her inner self.
With her hands balled into fists she started punching anything that entered her sights, relying on her natural rage and violent nature to subdue a part of herself that was finally making its demands known.
By the ti she managed to calm down the abode she had designed for relaxing and resting was in tatters, dents were in the floors and walls, furnishings were broken, and the bed sheets and pillows were torn apart. The place was a catastrophic ss with very little of her possessions surviving the battle.
A tall mirror that usually allowed Khione to view her whole body from head to toe with ease was fractured. Splinters lay on the floor and those that remained attached to the fra revealed a young woman in a state of rage and tornt, as if she had just finished a life or death battle with a battalion of demons.
Eventually she collapsed onto the dilapidated bed her laboured breathing causing her chest to sharply rise and fall as sweat dripped down her skin. It took far more than she'd care to admit to defeat her presumptuous desires, showing up for the first ti in 22 years yet managing to entrench themselves deep, determined to never again be shut behind a door of denial and conformity.
Alas Khione the strong brave woman she had co to know, and love prevailed over the evil clone, banishing it to farthest reaches of her mind.
"This 'incident' never happened, I never lost my composure, and I feel nothing and desire nothing from him. Never again will I let these false desires take hold, on this I swear." She raised her right hand high into the air as though decreeing a fact to the heavens.
She made an oath to forever banish this side of her, to ignore and forget the so called spanking incident but keeping that oath was proving to be far harder than she envisioned.
Sparring with Frost was fine, she was able to redirect her thoughts into sothing pure, sothing she knew…training.
The problem was after, seeing him lying there so at peace, his robes ripped to shreds, revealing his dynamite figure and of course who could forget the thin, inviting piece of cloth that was begging to be pulled down. She allowed herself to drop her guard, her heart moved by his trust and tempted by the tantalising feast that lay before her eyes.
Not even a day after making her solemn oath she was already finding it difficult to resist the darkness.
The allure of his brutal touch making her -what she believed to be firm- resolve falter.
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