With bruises marring her greyish blue skin Karolina glared at her abuser, demanding sufficient reason for her being forced out of her comfort zone.
Her upcoming employnt with the forge of Artemis had been stressing her out big ti. For the first ti in her career she was chasing after sothing she had chosen personally, her own path that was forged through nothing but her own determination, passion and rit.
No nepotism from family, teachers or friends, it was a position she sought and gained because of her skill and her skill alone. A step in her career that fell solely on her own head and because of that she had been a little on edge recently.
To keep the headhunt under wraps until the forge was ready to unveil their intent she had been strictly residing within her ho not daring to et anyone lest she spilled the beans. Her fondness for getting drunk unfortunately ca with very loose lips.
But now despite her arduous restraint her connection with a mber of the royal family had been revealed thus placing her dream of career independence in jeopardy. Would she get the position and all the trimmings because of her talent and skill or would they give her extra consideration because of Khione, the infamous Raging Valkyrie and the youngest daughter of the Niflheim royal family.
Khione better have a decent reason for her interference.
Hearing the nervous quiver in Karolina’s voice Khione couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt. She knew how important this venture was for her friend but at the sa ti she also knew just how skilled she was as a blacksmith.
’She still lacks confidence in her talent despite her many accomplishnts.’ Khione internally sighed, her friend despite her bluster, temper and fondness for violence was at her core anxious.
A young woman who like herself had grown up in the shadow of soone who scaled the highest peaks yet instead of believing in her own capabilities she constantly questioned whether she was truly talented or if everything she had achieved was because of familial support. Resources, training, knowledge, experienced masters and an unlimited budget to foster creativity, support that could likely produce a diamond out of a common rock.
"I’m sorry Lina, I didn’t an to out you I just needed a blacksmith that I could trust." She apologised first, using her friend’s nickna before delving into her reasons.
The use of her nickna and the fact that Khione was apologising to her so directly practically halved the level of frustration Karolina was feeling. She thus lightly grunted in response as a small notion of pride ford in her heart, she was a sucker for genuine praise.
Regardless of the displeasure she felt from being outed and dragged from her place of comfort Karolina was also quite intrigued as to why she had to forge a piece of under armour with specifications that completely opposed Khione’s figure, specifications that strongly suggested that it was ant for a man. She believed that after so many years of friendship she knew her well. Khione had zero interest in the opposite sex and if the armour was to be a gift for one of her brothers or nephews then the tiline wouldn’t have been so short nor would the quality be simply set to 5 stars thus begged the question who was it for?
Unfortunately her anger and frustrations had taken precedent, placing her curiosity on the backburner but finally after slaving away to make the best set of equipnt she possibly could with the ti she had been given Karolina was about to get her answer, a prospect that had butterflies growing in her stomach.
’Could it really be because of a man?’ The idea of Khione finally seeing the wonders of love had been a hot topic of conversation amongst her friends, each and every one of them postulating how it could possibly go down.
"Where should I start?" Still struggling to co to terms with her corruption herself Khione released a deep sigh before explaining everything from beginning to end. She left out a few of the more intimate details but still clearly demonstrated her longing for Frost.
"So because your man is leaving Niflheim tomorrow you requested a rush job on a piece of 5 star under armour to ensure his safety." Struggling to hold back an ear spanning grin Karolina tried to sum up the reason behind her forced conscription.
"Un." Khione nodded her head, revealing not even the slightest hint of sha.
"And given the complexity of the armour and the ti required you brought up my na effectively forcing to take the job because you wanted it done to the highest of standards...correct?"
"Correct." Khione nodded again.
"....For a man who you are now in a relationship with...your fiancé....soone with B-rank strength?" Just hearing these words escape her lips had Karolina feeling delirious.
"Yeeesss....what’s your point Lina?" Innocent or oblivious to the tone in her Karolina’s voice Khione tilted her head to the side and showed a confused expression.
"..."
"..." The two stared at one another silently for a couple seconds before Karolina suddenly stretched out her hands to feel Khione’s face.
"Mmn mmn definitely Khione’s face, your button nose, thick lips and strong jaw." The face was familiar, so she quickly moved onto the body and without any warning her hands grasped those gigantic lons that were Khione’s breasts and started fondling them in a trance. "Oh those are definitely the tits of my sister from another mother." Karolina despite being stockier than Khione had a similarly sized chest...at least they were roughly the sa size a year ago "Shit have they gotten even bigger!" She was always proud of her own assets so being surpassed by soone younger than herself imdiately pissed her off.
"What the fuck are you doing Lina." How many tis had her breasts been fondled in just the last 24 hours. Khione imdiately rebuffed her friend and covered her chest protectively.
Karolina briefly continued to fondle the air still in disbelief of her findings but eventually she was brought back to reality. "Huh isn’t it obvious I’m making sure you’re Khione and not so imposter."
"Imposter? Who would dare to pretend to be ? And in the palace no less."
"That’s what I thought but then you started talking about a boy with a love filled look in your eyes." Karolina shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, her words seemingly justifying her actions.
"What?" Khione seed to still be ignorant, was she really this dense?
"Haaaaaa co on you have understand this from my point of view, the Raging Valkyrie, a woman who disdained even the slightest notion of romance is now acting like a puppy dog, fawning over a man who she just t and is even outfitting him with armour so as to ensure his safety." Being struck by a random bolt of lighting in clear skies sounded more probable.
"Urgh." Khione couldn’t deny her statent as even she found her change rather sudden and strange. Whenever she tried to look back on her corruption with a clear mind she’d end up getting lost in her feelings. Images of Frost’s handso face and the sensation of his delectable touch against her skin overriding her original purpose.
’Fuck I really am head over heels for him aren’t I.’ Again as she starting thinking about him her face warped into that of a young maiden in love.
"Damn you got it bad Nene. You haven’t looked that adorable and cute since you were just a kid barely reaching my hip." Karolina threw her hands in the air and shook her head, blown away by the degree of Khione’s corruption.
"...Yeah I do." Khione acknowledged her situation with an accepting smile, willingly embracing the corruption Frost brought her....she was happy and that’s all that mattered.
"To turn the woman I knew into this....I really need to et this Frost." Never in her wildest dreams nor any of their friend’s did she imagine such a rapid and stark transformation. She may look the sa on the outside but internally Khione was completely different....even love should have it limits, right?
"As long as the under armour you forged is up to par then I’ll happily introduce you to him tomorrow." While it may be necessary to keep her guard up around her family Karolina posed no danger whatsoever. Yes she had a pretty face, a good figure and impressive muscles that Frost was apparently drawn to, but the attraction would be completely one sided. Karolina was gay and utterly devoted to her wife Rebecca. Even the appearance of the imposing Primordial Ice King had no effect on her, the queens however...well let’s just say Karolina’s first crush was a certain Empress who helped her boldly co out of her shell, making it abundantly clear where her interests lay.
"Oi! What do you an ’As long as’ it’s up to par." She put her blood, sweat and tears into producing that piece of armour, it was even so of her best work despite the ti constraints. She may find herself lacking when standing next to the true giants of the world but making sothing that was of 5 star quality and with an unlimited budget was definitely within her skillset even more so when it was sothing requested by her close friend.
With her pride as a craftsn being challenged Karolina slamd her abundant chest with her arm, faced Khione with a fiery gaze and expressed a willingness to fight.
The wayward jiggling of Karolina’s chest drew Khione’s gaze, reminding her of the reason she was here in the training room in the first place.
"Lina can I ask you sothing personal?" She asked after looking down at her own breasts and frowning.
"Huh? Of course you can Nene but if it’s about n I’m utterly useless." Karolina responded with a bright, confident smile, proud of her ignorance in regards to the opposite sex.
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