DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 26: The Dilophosaurus Woman

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Volume 3 - Chapter 26: The Dilophosaurus Woman

Bing!

Cynthia broke the other chain, the one, which held her left arm. She was freed. She was marching toward Protea. Nothing and no one was stopping her now. She cornered Protea in this dark room, which revealed itself to be a basement, as Cynthia moved from one side of the room to the other. From a certain distance, she saw the staircase. She could leave. But she chose not to. Not that she was making a lot of decisions. She wasn’t taking any. Instead, she allowed her pure and deep dinosaur instinct to do whatever the fuck it wished to do. It was how she ended up freeing herself from these chains and cornering her in the basement. Protea was still confused, distracted by the cum that had suddenly been spit right in her face. Cynthia immobilized her on the ground and lied on top of her. She couldn’t get up. Her vines were surrounding them, but their movements were slow. They weren’t in a hurry to defend their master. Something had definitely changed. They weren’t acting like normal. Even though they were a part of Protea, or used to be anyway, they didn’t see rush in helping her. Cynthia’s big tits were rubbing against Protea’s udders. Their respective nipples collided against one another. Cynthia was finally about to have a revenge on her when she attempted to lick some of the cum that had been spit on her Protea’s pretty face by her.

“Quit moving! Let me lick some of it! Share! Share!”

“Move away from me! What do you think you are doing, detective bitch? Vines! Take her! Defend your mother and ensnare her right this second!” Protea commanded her vines to come help her.

Her vines? Damn! I fucking forget about them… Cynthia thought, still remaining on top of the dangerous criminal, but taking the time to turn her head around and to check on the vines. As soon as she spun her head around and saw them again, she noticed that they were sitting there on the ground, not moving, remaining still.

“Your vines… They are not moving… They are not…”

“What? What are you talking about, blue-haired bimbo?” Protea then managed to look up and check by herself. She saw them. Cynthia wasn’t lying. Her vines weren’t moving at all. They were looking at their master with their tip, which could have been considered as their head, but they were not doing anything for their master, who they once adored and fully supported. “You… What are you all doing? Seize her right now! Don’t you see that your mother is in danger?” She commanded to help her again. They stared at her. She stared at them. They never moved to help her. “Vines…? Vines? Why are you not doing anything?” She questioned them, slowly beginning to understand that it was perhaps the end of her control over them. She never saw this coming. The vines kept staring at her. Protea’s facial expression soon changed. She didn’t believe it at first, but everything was making sense to her now. Cynthia’s recent transformation. Protea felt like she could blame everything on that.

“As you can see: It’s over. I wonder… if you are going to try to make this more difficult. The cops will be here soon. You can’t run away from this. Now, then, let’s make the most of it while they are still on their way here,” they could already hear the police sirens as Cynthia said this to her and moved her mouth closer to hers. She kissed her. First, right on the lips. And then, she inserted her long, Urzax tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue truly had changed since the recent transformation. The kiss soon ended, leaving a long trail of thick saliva between their mouths as she pulled her tongue out of there. Protea was no longer as concerned with her vines as she used to, two seconds ago. She blushed. Cynthia began playing with her green breasts. She touched her nipples, and they suddenly became more erect and thicker than they were before. A lot thicker than they were.

“Interesting! They are quite sensitive!” Cynthia mentioned.

“Shut up! This is supposed to be the other way around!”

“What do you mean? Oh! I know! You were supposed to be the one in charge, right? That’s why you chained me up to the wall of your basement. Too bad for you. I’m the one on top right now. It’s all your fault at the end of the day. You not have pushed me and cause this transformation!” Cynthia explained to her as she moved from pinching her erect nipples to opening her legs and rubbing her ultra-sensitive clitoris. She moved between that and sliding her fingers on her wet, pussy lips. Eventually, Cynthia shoved one of her fingers, the middle finger of her right hand, right inside of her sloppy Saurius vagina. This was only a prelude for something else to come, though.

“Let’s have a taste of your plant pussy!” She announced.

“I was supposed to lick your pussy! You’re so mean!” The bestial Cynthia could sense with her dilophosaurus instinct that she was starting to enjoy being dominated. Quite a lot. She inserted her long and sharp tongue inside of her vagina and began eating her out.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Barely fifteen seconds later, Protea already had an orgasm. This was premature to say the least.

“Relax. It’s not over just yet,” Cynthia explained to her as she kept her long tongue inside her vagina and re-inserted a few fingers in there as well. Three fingers total. To her, it felt as if she was being penetrated by three of her vines, which she often used them in that manner in her private times. Speaking of which, the vines finally acted. The took Cynthia’s side as they all decided to wrap themselves around her limbs. Around her arms. Around her legs. Seizing their master. Helping Cynthia in dominating her. They switched side and there was no going back. With her eyes wide open, Protea saw her own vines seizing her and going after her commands. It was over for her. She knew it was as her vines held her tighter and that the police sirens outside intensified and got louder and louder…

“I’m coming again!”