DNA Valkyrie: Saint-Patrick's Day Special (2024)

Happy Saint-Patrick's Day! 

I did something similar as last year and went ahead and wrote another Saint-Patrick's Day Special for DNAV. I feel like it fits with Cynthia so much that I couldn't resist.

I hope you will enjoy this. This is only a beginning chapter, so if you like this one, I wouldn't writing more that follows this! 

DNA Valkyrie: Saint-Patrick’s Day Special (2024). By Camille Juteau.

“Should I dye my hair green?”

This was a thought that traversed her mind time and time again. Once a year, at least, and it was always during Saint-Patrick’s Day time.

“Nah, blue is your color. Always was,” it was Quentin who recommended to her what was better for her to wear. He was right. Cynthia knew it in her heart. No matter how much she desperately wanted to dye her hair green for Saint-Patrick’s Day, which was today, Quentin was right. She decided against it and instead went back to partying with him. The two of them had partied with a bunch of people at the bar, however, it was late into the night, way past midnight, and the party had died down a lot. It had slowed down enough that Cynthia and Quentin were able to find themselves all by themselves in the pool section of the bar, which was a separate room that was completely dedicated to playing pool, with many pool tables displayed all over the place. There was still another bar in that room, but it was much smaller. In general, this was a much more elegant and private portion of Richard’s establishment, and they were all by themselves except for the bartender, who was a Saurius woman. Her name was Emily. She had blonde hair and her dino species was a diplodocus. Since there was no one around save for Cynthia and Quentin, that meant that she was mostly cleaning glasses and the counter and not much else. Once again, it was past midnight, so there were not a lot of people around.

As they did hang around this dark, but elegant and cozy room all by themselves, they moved much closer to one another. They were in the middle of a pool game. Cynthia was losing. This was not to say that she was bad at it, it was Quentin, who was pretty good, all things considered. Not amazing, but decent. Cynthia was losing, and she didn’t care because she was spending time with one of the men she enjoyed hanging around the most.

“Do you want to give up now?” He asked her when she was up.

“Not a chance,” she was having too much to stop playing pool with him now.

The two of them were having beers while playing. Loads of them. They were taking one beer stein after another. Describing them as drunk would have been a complete understatement. They were both pretty drunk, but not to the point of stopping them to play or stand around, but it was getting there.

“So… What did you say I was going to get if you lost?”

“I’m not going to… There’s no point in even considering that idea any further…” Cynthia admitted to him, shrugging.

“A date. That’s it. It’s a date with the two of us, right?” Quentin smiled, remembering.

“Isn’t this a date? What we are doing right now, I mean. A Saint-Patrick’s Day date,” the blue-haired girl went on to explain.

“Kind of, but I have something else in mind for that other day… Anyway… Your up. Do your turn, and then I should be able to win the next turn,” he told her.

Cynthia took a big and generous sip of her beer stein, finishing it in a pinch.

“Sure…”

Cynthia exhaled and then a step closer to the pool table, her pool stick in her hands. She was looking even more drunk than she was a second ago.

“I cannot wait to win…”

THUMP!

The private detective hit the white ball with the tip of her pool stick!

That hit was a lot more precise and powerful than anything else she had done before this moment in the game. The white ball went rolling across the table, and it hit all of her balls and…

All of them were pushed into holes.

Cynthia won.

Quentin couldn’t believe it.

His eyes came wide open.

“So! Looks like I won, and I’m sure you remember what would happen when I won, right?” She turned to him, slurring her words just a little and smirking at him.

“No. You didn’t say what you wanted if you won.”

“Come over here…” She smirked even more if that was possible.

Less than a minute later, the private with the long blue hair, jumped on the edge of the pool table they recently played on. She spread her legs wide open, and Quentin knew what he was supposed to do now. Cynthia just explained to him what she desired. Cynthia seductively pulled on her purple thong and he started licking her pussy.

Cynthia’s back jerked backward as his tongue first entered in contact with her clitoris.

“Yes…”

She had been hoping for this all night long. The private eye had been feeling this horny since this morning, but she waited to either satisfy herself or to have someone do so to her because she knew that it was going to be much better if she patiently waited for tonight and she was right. It was much better now that she had Quentin to herself and that he was eating her.

“Mhmh…”

She finally began moaning, which was something that she had been holding back for an entire minute at this point…

It was hard for her, but it was understandable, since she didn’t want to come across as an easy girl.

Who would have thought that, right?

Her thick thighs were roughly pressed against the sides of his head.

He could probably feel the power and strength that her legs were.

They were so strong that she could easily crack a nut open using them. The same was true for her ass-cheeks. Cynthia was that resourceful.

“Anh! Yes! Quentin!”

At this point, Cynthia had had five full giant steins of beer.

One more that it was the case for Quentin.

One more.

His tongue was going so deep into her pussy that it reached her back of it, coming to a dead end.

This was when Cynthia began coming.