DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 4 - Chapter 27: Meet Trix

Vol. 4 - Chapter 27: Meet Trix

The Tyrannosaurus woman was absolutely gorgeous.

She was much older and more mature than Cynthia, Nene, and Slice all were. She was more ancient than all of them. Still, she somehow managed to look ridiculously good and youthful despite her maturity than all of them. She had it all. Experience and beauty.

Trix was a bountiful blonde MILF. A bimbo with brown eyes and this long mane of sunflower blonde hair, which reached down to to her wide hips. Her body was succulent, and voluptuous, to say the least. Her breasts were even larger than what Cynthia had to offer. Making it so, Trix had the largest tits among the group consisting of Cynthia, Nene and Slice. Her ass was also pretty big. Impressive. Simply impressive. She was also much taller than Cynthia was, as well. About a head or two taller than her, at the very least. Not only was her physicality and aura was quite commanding, the clothes that she wore also went along with the same feeling. Trix wore a business suit. Making her look even more dominating. The suit was of an apple green color. It came with a vest with buttons, which was not properly buttoned-up all the way up, leaving a ton of bountiful and sexy cleavage to be seen. She had an ultra-mini skirt, which left little to the imagination. She also wore a pair of black sexy high-heeled shoes. Helping, making her even taller. As if she needed that in the first place. No. She clearly didn’t, but everyone loved high-heeled shoes.

“So, this entire operation is your little secret project, and you’re both counting on playing cops,” Cynthia told them.

“We aren’t cops. We are shadow forces, and we’re going to make this city a better place,” Trix explained to the lone wolf also known as Cynthia, the solo detective. She didn’t like this idea.

“This is a bunch of bullshit…” Cynthia folded her arms.

“What did I just hear…?” Trix did not enjoy this.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Cyn…” Quentin told her.

“Do you think I even care in the first place? The two of you abducted me. I don’t care about your cause. Like, at all. Sure, I don’t want any humans to be enslaved, but that’s not up to me to stop this, so you better tell me where Nene and Slice are, and then I’m going back home…” Cynthia was more than determine to get out of here. Nothing could stop her. She wasn’t interested in spending anymore time in here. This place was… Quite depressing to her, to be honest. And without her friend Nene and this new girl Slice, this felt even weirder. Where were they? What had they done to them? Why couldn’t she see them? She wanted them back. As soon as possible.

“Now. for the last time: Where are Nene and Slice!”

“Right here…” All of a sudden, the blue-haired detective heard a familiar voice. Cynthia spun around… It was Nene!

But she was accompanied by a young, charming boy. The two of them were holding hands. They were so adorable, together.

“Nene!” Cynthia rushed up to her and hugged her! Embraced! Their big and soft racks colliding and rubbing with one another. The little boy was caught between the two of both. How fortunate he was. His head was right between their huge pillows.

“Cyn! I’m so happy to see you again!” She smiled.

“Who is this cute young boy with you?” She asked.

“I don’t really know his name… But he brought me here…”

“What’s your name, little boy?” Cynthia asked him.

“That doesn’t matter, now…” The boy looked away.

“I can’t believe he did this!” Quentin was just about to rush to the boy and punish him for freeing Nene without the permission to do it. It was true. He had no right to do something like this. Yet, he did it, and he decided to bring the white-haired hybrid to the people in charge of this mysterious place? The boy definitely had something quite specific in mind when he decided to bring her to Trix and Quentin. He was young, but not stupid. He knew what was going to happen. The truth was that he wished for her to granted her freedom again. The boy didn’t like seeing Nene in her cell. It was horrible.

“It’s okay…” All of a sudden, Trix, stopped Quentin. She held him in place with her arm and prevented him from going to see the boy and punishing him. This took Quentin by surprise.

“Huh?” The ceratops was left scratching his head.

“He took the decision to bring her out of her cell. I’m glad it was his idea. The three girls we brought here need to be reunited at some point, anyway. We didn’t bring them here to isolate them.”

“I guess…” Quentin didn’t like how things were unfolding. Instead of going to reprimand the young boy, the ceratops went to see the blue-haired detective. The one he always had a crush on.

“Cynthia. You shouldn’t do this. We brought you here for a reason. We want you to join us. We want to work with you. Can’t you see it? We were always meant to work together, you and I.”

“Quentin. I believe I preferred you when you were a good guy,” Cynthia didn’t shy away from confronting him.

“What?” This was like a bullet to his heart.

“Alright. Tell us where Slice is, and then we get the hell out of here…” Cynthia wasn’t messing around on this one. Well, she was never messing around to begin with but this time, it was serious.

“I will make that happen for you, but I’d simply like to show you one thing first,” Trix beautifully stepped up to Cynthia and kindly demanded for a bit more time from them.

There was a long silence…

… Then…

… The detective nodded.

“Thank you,” The Tyrannosaurus Rex woman nodded back to her.

“Who are you, anyway?” Nene asked her, as she still had no idea who she was.

“I am the matron of our little group, and we have been meaning to add good girls to our group for a long, long time…” Trix explained to Nene.