DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 23: Her Wild Side

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Volume 3 - Chapter 23: Her Wild Side

Cynthia was then able to free herself.

The green vines couldn’t hold her anymore. She had changed. She had turned back into the wild and primal side of her. The lustier persona, if that was even possible in the first place, which had been given to her when she accidentally acquired the DNA Valkyrie prototype, grew even stronger inside of her. The longer she wore in her lifetime, and the more it was taking over her biology and her altogether. There was only one, minor problem. As Cynthia fiercely freed herself from the considerably strong vines and that she stood there, on the rooftop, she suddenly wondered…

Wait… Hold up. This isn’t possible. I am still the fucking thing… The DNA Valkyrie. How I am turning into this thing? Cynthia thought. However, she then, she looked down at her chest, checking on the device. Oh! It wasn’t there anymore. Sometime, during the struggle, as she fought against Protea and her terribly powerful forces, her vines, her nipples grew erected, and it popped the device out of their sockets. The device rolled on the ground as she looked down. She was no longer protected by the DNA Valkyrie. Or seen on a slightly different point of view, she was no longer slowed down by it. She was freed. And not only be the vines. She had dinosaur eyes now. Her nails turned sharper. They turned into claws. Dangerously claws. The very same for her teeth. She grew dinosaur fangs. During the transformation, the remaining clothes she wore that weren’t already ripped apart by the colossally powerful vines, ended up bursting open as the thickness of the dinosaur detective involved. Her body expanded during the vile and sensual transformation. Her big tits grew bigger. Her nipples became much thicker and wide. Her hips turned wider. Her thick thighs transformed into a more pronounced state. What was left of her trench coat came apart in many pieces. Her tank top was no more, as well. Her skirt exploded in tiny fragments of fabric of what it used to be. Her minuscule thong didn’t even stand a chance. It was the first thing that came apart and was shredded at the hands of the remarkable thickness of the enhanced woman. Her  high-heeled shoes remained intact. No changes done to them. Her black fedora hat with the magenta stripes on it flew in the air and disappeared in the air as it floated away and was escorted by the wind.

Cynthia’s transformation had finally come to a halt. She was no longer changing. Sebastian and Protea observed in awe. Fearing her. Fearing what she was turning into. However, at the end of it all, near the conclusion of her transformation, Sebastian realized that it was more turned on by Cynthia and her new form that fearing her. He smiled as he saw her like this. He didn’t know what to think other than deeply knowing that he wished to bang her, sooner rather than later. Meanwhile, Protea was intimated. Certainly intimated by her.

“Cynthia? Are you still yourself?” Sebastian asked her.

“What are you, really?” Protea desperately wished to know.

“I’ve never been more myself, Sebastian,” she replied to him with a deep and profoundly seducing voice. Charming him.

“Are you sure about that?‒” The butler was then interrupted by his own coughs. He wasn’t doing well at all. He tried to step away from the sexy, plant, saurius. He succeeded, but it was too late. He coughed some more and came down to his knees. He collapsed not too long after. Diving into unconsciousness. He was gone. At least for now. This triggered Cynthia’s attention. She turned her head to him.

“Sebastian?‒” Seizing this perfect opportunity to strike her down, Protea focused on one big attack against. She commanded her vines to hit her, which she was able to do. The attack was so sudden and powerful that the vines hitting her big tits was more than enough to, unfortunately, send her flying off the rooftop. In a lot of ways, causing her to follow her fedora hat, which flew with the wind no too long earlier during the transformation. Cynthia was in mid-fall when she was able to hold on to one of Protea’s vines, pulling on it, holding on to it before it was officially too late and that she came down, crashing in the street to her death. She hung on to that one vine and was able to drag Protea with her in her fall. This wasn’t exactly Cynthia’s original attention, as she only wished to hold on to something not to fall, but she ultimately drug Protea with her to share a similar fate as her. Protea grunted as the two fell together. It felt as if they were falling for the longest time. Eventually, the fall ended. It had to. They couldn’t be falling like this until the end of time…

Blackness. Pure darkness. Unintentionally copying Sebastian’s path, Cynthia had been unconscious for quite some time. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a room. A room almost as dark as how it was when she had her eyes shut and that she wasn’t conscious. Cynthia coughed. She felt like there was something in her throat. She didn’t know what exactly. She looked around. She couldn’t see a thing. She should be dead by now. Falling down from such a big height. She thought she’d have a headache at least after taking such a hit by Protea’s vines, but it wasn’t the case. She felt… Arousal when she woke up. As strange and twisted as it was. Instead of feeling hurt, she felt great. As the detective tried moving, she realized that she was chained to a wall. She chains around her arms and her legs. She was completely naked, save for her high-heels, as it was the case when she finished her transformation. She was still in that dinosaur, Urzax mode. Savage. Horny. Aroused. She was panting. Grunting. Groaning. Her memories started to come back to her. Protea. Where was she? Sebastian. No. Was Sebastian gone? She saw him collapsed earlier on the rooftop. She had to save him. She had to do everything she could to rescue him from her and from this toxin… This poison she trapped and infected him with.

Cynthia heard footsteps.

Some joined her.

Protea.