DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 31: The Joys Of Finishing A Case

Greetings everyone and happy Friday! 

Let's celebrate today as this new DNAV chapter marks the conclusion of volume 3. 

This is not meant to be the final ending for DNAV, of course, but this is a good stopping point for now.

Now, would be a good time for you to tell me if I should continue DNAV or not.

Should there be a volume 4? 

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Volume 3 - Chapter 31: The Joys Of Finishing A Case

Cynthia hadn’t been home in a long time.

Home for her was La Jouissance. Gerald’s mansion. When Cynthia came back home later that night, she felt like she hadn’t seen this big house in so long time. Ever since she came out of the tower and nearly immediately came looking for Protea, she had been away from home all this time. Without mentioning the two days she recently spent in a cell in jail, everything was being worked on, and the cops were still figuring out who was the real culprit here. Cynthia or Protea. Eventually, they looked at all the evidence and the house where they found the two sluts, and everything was square by the end of it. Nobody was where Cynthia was. Gerald, Nene, and Sebastian had absolutely no idea where she was. She was allowed one phone call during her time in two days in jail, but she didn’t take one. She didn’t want to know where she was because she didn’t know to want anyone to come to see her in her cell at the police station. She didn’t want anyone to come to try to free her by signing some paper or giving a bunch of cash to the sheriff. She wasn’t interested in anything like that. She simply wished to free herself, on her own terms, based on all the evidence the police had. It worked. As soon as she was let out, she was allowed to have a one-on-one chat with Protea before she left. She met with her in the interrogation room, and then it was all over. Cynthia was out of there. She was finally freed again. How many times was she going to have to do something like that? First, the tower, and then this? She hadn’t done anything wrong. She busted a criminal. That was it. Cynthia was quite proud that she had been able to achieve that.

Cynthia turned the doorknob off the front door of the mansion. It was unlocked. The blue-haired detective made her way inside. It was so calm in here. There was no sound. Her heels made a bunch of loud, sexy, clicking noises, which echoed through the many rooms of the mansion as she penetrated deeper into it.

“Home, sweet home,” she looked around. More silence. “Hey, where is everybody?” She asked out loud. Then, through a few more seconds of silence, she finally heard something. Footsteps. They were getting louder. Then, above the stairs in front of her, she saw someone who rushed to see her. It was a man. He was out of breath. He held on to the railing of the second floor above her. He saw her. The man in question was Sebastian. He currently wore a white t-shirt and a pair of gentleman’s black pants with good-looking, leather shoes. It felt like he wasn’t expecting anyone here tonight. The man was dripping with sweat. Did he run from one side of the mansion to another? It was a strong possibility. There were a few movement detectors all over the place. If someone were to enter through the front door, Sebastian would know right away without any problem. Cameras most likely showed him that it was her who just came home.

“Sebastian,” Cynthia said his name. She was glad to see him. She wasn’t exactly certain what happened to him following the confrontation against Protea, and after she fell off the rooftop. She originally theorized that the plant Saurius might have done something to him, but it looked like he was alright based on first impression.

“Cynthia. You’re alright?” He immediately asked her.

“I’m just fine. How about you?” She demanded him.

“I’m alright. I thought Protea captured you or something. I look everywhere for you. I couldn’t find you,” he explained to her.

“It’s okay. She did capture me, but I showed her who’s boss!” She proudly announced to him. “I got here. Her ass is in jail right now. We did it!” She said to him as she gave him a thumbs up.

“That’s…” He smiled, reassured. “... A great news…”

“Where are the others?” She asked him as she moved forward.

“Gerald and Nene are out there. Looking for you.”

“How charming? Wait! And you are not?” She asked him.

“I was. But someone has to stay here in case you came back. And you did, so… It turned out to be a decent idea in the end,” the sophisticated man said, his elegant voice echoing throughout the entire room and reaching Cynthia’s ears. The blue-haired detective felt her nipples hardening as she continued listening to him. Cynthia had been molesting a bit during her time in the cell at the police station, but not much since her confrontation with Protea. Stating that she was horny wouldn’t have been an understatement at best.

“So, are you telling me that we got the whole house for ourselves in the meantime?” Cynthia asked him, getting a lot more excited now. She placed her palms on her wide hips and smirked.

“Yes, I suppose so, but what does it change really? I am going to alert Gerald and Nene and tell them to come back home. I’ll tell you that you are safe and well,” he turned around as he told her.

“No! No. No. No. Not yet! Don’t do that, Sebastian!”

“But why?” He turned back around and stared at her.

***

The family room of La Jouissance.

Where the fireplace was.

Cynthia and Sebastian were having on a rug. It was a saber-toothed tiger rub. Cynthia’s clothes, her trench coat, her top, her DNA device, her skirt, her thong, including her high-heels, as well, had all been removed from her and thrown around all over the beautiful and warm room. Sebastian was on top of her, his large human dick deep inside her pink pussy. Cynthia’s long hair was resting on the rug. The wood was cracking in the fireplace. There was no one at La Jouissance save for them. After such a long journey, this simply felt perfect to her.

“Saw you do quite a number on Protea on that rooftop. Figured you’d be a nice fuck for when all of this was over. I was right.”

“I have something for you.”

“I hope it’s a big and generous load.”

He showed her instead of telling her.

It was a chest. He handed it to her as he continued fucking her.

She opened it.

It was her fedora hat.

She blushed.

“I recovered it in the street after you disappeared.”

“Sebastian… Ahn!”

He made her moan with ease.