DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 17: Deformed

Volume 3 - Chapter 17: Deformed

Those clinical surgeries The Count had appeared to have augmented his strength. The mutated-looking saurius man could easily pull Cynthia in the air, three feet off the ground only using its cock-wings to hold her butt.

“You have been waiting for me here?” Cynthia asked the bandaged up creature as he inserted his dick inside of her wet pussy.

“Bitch, I had no intention in seeing you ever again. I was sent to a different prison to rot before the Queens summoned me,” he said with a calm, but evilly twisted voice.

He called me ‘bitch’. Oh, that’s so nice. Does that mean I’m his bitch? Or does that  mean I’m just a regular bitch on the street? I don’t know, but I’ve never had sex with someone with a mutant dick like this. It’s as if the new wings he’s got are swallowing me and constantly pushing me toward him. I can’t get away. But since I reached floor five, does that mean I can finally let my guard down and enjoy the ride for what it is? Cynthia asked herself way too many questions as it was.

“I don’t have to be a detective to figure out that it’s pretty fishy that I was sent to prison as well, a different one that yours and that we randomly meet again here,” she pointed out.

“No one told me we would meet. No one. They simply said they were going to send someone else, someone more skilled in helping for the recovery process following what they did to me.”

“Well, your shit out of luck because as you already know, I don’t know jack shit in helping monsters feel better about themselves, both physically and mentally,” she shouted at him between two sessions of intense moaning. The cock-wings pressed tighter against her butt. She could feel edgy, sharp claws in the wings digging into her skin. It didn’t hurt that much, but it totally reinforced the feeling she had of not being able to get away from him.

“Don’t call me a monster. Don’t call me a monster, you slut,” this only triggered him to fuck her harder. In a much more brutal way.

“That’s it. Harder, honey.”

“What? What did you just call me?”

“Hey, I had a shitty few days, okay? I went through a lot. Can you at least keep fucking me with  your weird new cock?”

“You’re actually enjoying this?”

“Yes. And that’s why I’ll keep calling you, a monster.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“No. It’s a good thing. You now have a fucking awesome monster cock. Look at this thing! You are literally swallowing me with your wings. I love it. Since they sew additional pieces of flesh on your member, does it hurt much?” She asked, curious.

“As of now, only when I’m flaccid and not using it for sexual purposes.”

“How do you know that? Didn’t they just finish the operation on you?”

“No. It has been a few days. They did a couple of tests on me with different types of female partners. If I’m not fucking something, it actually hurt like hell,” he went on to reveal and explain.

“Oh! Poor you! Well please fucking me then. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only, last remaining champion left for me to go through, then I will be free.”

“You think it’s going to be that easy?”

“Yes,” she said with the most naive and playful voice she could pull off. Right now, Cynthia was only thinking about one thing and one thing only, having The Count’s cock all for herself.

“I will fuck you until you can no longer walk. You’ll be forced to crawl out of her if you want to get out. I still can’t believe all the bad you did to me. You took everything from me.”

“Come. Give it to me. Punish me for what I’ve done to you. The way I’ve ruined  your career and your life,” the more the rage built up into The Count’s veins, the more his desire of fucking her until her body broke became a real thing. As he kept banging her pussy with prowess, he started moving his last remaining real wing. Continuously moving it, The Count soon ascended in the air, flying, howerving above the ground, taking Cynthia even higher with him in the air. He may only have one real wing left, he was still more than enough for him to take flight and do what he always did best, ascending toward new horizons as ex-ruler of Ecstasy.

Ultimately, the saurius kept getting higher and higher in the room until he reached the ceiling with the blue-haired prisoner. Anchoring himself to the ceiling like a bat, he pushed Cynthia’s back against the surface as he kept rampaging her pussy which was at this point completely oozing with pre-cum from The Count.

Having a good view on the medical room and the floor, she realized that her little world had turned just as much upside down as his physical situation at the moment. Nothing worked the same way as it used to. She had to get out of here and to continue all her on-going investigations. People were dying. Animals were dying. Cynthia had so much to do. But perhaps she could finish with The Count.

I’m gonna be honest here. It truly feels as if he hadn’t had a woman he actually found attractive ever since he was sent to prison. That would explain why he’s fucking me such like a freaking savage beast like this. Well, in addition to being a saurius beast himself and having had that monstrous operation, Cynthia couldn’t avoid thinking about how horny and sexually limited The Count appeared to her. Intentionally ramming her against the surface of the ceiling, the pteranodon saurius hit her womb so badly and so strongly that she finally made her cum. It was the best time she had had during all those days inside the prison tower. She had a lovely and long-lasting, pulsating, warm orgasm. It felt so good for her.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” She yelled out.

“Me too! I’m finally coming!” The Count followed as he shot ropes and ropes of dino-semen in her pussy, filling her up. At this point, since she was lying down upside down, Cynthia had most of her beautiful, long hair failing in her face, preventing her from seeing much. Her hair wasn’t the only thing that was falling down, due to the awkward position they were in, The Count’s semen gradually slid off the edges of her pussy as the saurius man pulled out of her. Long, never-ending strings of hot sperm leaked in the air and crashed on the floor of the medical room. When Cynthia showed signs of her orgasm being finished completely as she moaned less and less, The clinically modified Count pulled down from the ceiling, bringing the tired woman with him back on the ground. The Count landed away from the growing puddle of cum, but Cynthia landed right in it with her prisoner’s shoes. The detective was still trying to catch her breath. “I have a bit more reserves for you,” he told her.

“What?” Before giving her any more information than that, he finally removed his cock-wings from her large butt and lowered the young lady up to the height of his member, putting her down on her knees. His creepy, bat-looking cock-wings wrapped on her head, folding on her as if two large monster hands were holding her head. Keeping it in place, he shoved his dick in her mouth, forcing it at first, but then Cynthia understood what he was trying to do and opened wide all by herself. Her head was now basically entirely hidden by the cock-wings as she sucked on his member. A very unusual blow-job, but a blow-job nonetheless. Cynthia had the job of cleaning his dirty, sperm-covered dick before even thinking about emptying his balls from those last reserves he just spoke about. Even though her head was all covered and that her voice was muffled quite a bit, we could still hear her from a distance, moaning as she was sucking on the clinically butchered dick. The Count heard her very well.

Coming down the hallway, the saurius warden from the last floor approached the medical room they were in. He could hear her sexual, slutty, moaning voice, but only barely at first. He heard her better once he stormed the room. The warden was alone. His superior was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

“So, this is what the rumors were all about. This is what they were cooking in the labs,” the warden lowered the nightstick he was carrying in his hands before placing it back on the side of his belt.

“Who are you?” The Count asked him, surprised by the sudden visitor.

“The fallen count went under the scalpel, huh?” The warden had a good laugh right there. “They truly made a monster out of you, huh?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t worry, mate. I don’t mind monsters. I like being one,” the warden came up to Cynthia behind her and grope her exposed ass. Her prisoner’s pants were half-lowered. He shoved his right middle finger up her ass. She jumped when it happened at first. But then, it was pretty much okay. She had one saurius man in her mouth and another behind her fingering her ass. She was receiving love from all sides.

“Leave. She’s mine,” The Count was trying to mark and keep his territory.

“Relax. I’m not here to steal anything from you. She’s all yours. I’m simply having some of it with you.”

“Leave,” he insisted as he shoved his dick deeper and deeper into her throat, getting really close to hitting her gag reflexes. Normally, any other girl would have had her gag reflexes, but Cynthia was so experienced in deep throat at this point that she could handle it. The warden behind her lied down, slightly underneath her, he reached for her butt-hole with his warts covered tongue and licked it. Hungry for breakfast, diner, and supper, all at the same time, the burly man swung his tongue around from her asshole to her pussy, and everything in between.

“Calm down. She loves it,” the warden said while licking her. He was right. Cynthia moaned with The Count’s dick in her mouth.

“She’s all your, then. I’m done with her anyway,” the pteranodon saurius emptied his balls inside of her mouth, filling it up until a major explosion happened, it burst out and a good amount of semen slid off as soon as The Count pulled out. At the same time as falling back, he retracted his cock-wings, freeing her head for the first time since they landed and descended from the ceiling. After swallowing roughly half of the sperm that she was provided with, she gasped for air, catching her breath.

“This is over,” the warden’s superior appeared on the edge of the medical room.

“Oh, you finally caught up to me?” The warden asked while licking Cynthia’s clitoris. He crawled between her legs and was holding her with her big, muscular arms.

“Your traps on your floor slowed me down a bit, but not for too long. Get away from the prisoner.”

“Make me,” but what actually happened wasn’t the outcome he expected.

“No. Not me.”

“What?” He stopped licking Cynthia’s pussy for a moment. The superior’s men stormed the room. All of them were surgeons. Two of them pulled the disobedient warden away from the prisoner. Other surgeons came at the sliced up, winged creature in the room and took care of him, escorting him out of the room. The better, more competent persons to take care of The Count had finally arrived as he said would happen earlier.

***

Even though Cynthia had successfully cleared the five floors she had to complete in order to gain her freedom again, the ex-prisoner was kept an additional two weeks in a safe area of the tower downstairs while she was having her babies, her eggs. The Count’s children.

“Push. Push. Push. Push,” one of the surgeons that brought her back out downstairs two weeks ago was assisting her giving birth.

“I’m pushing,” Cynthia confirmed with a lovely and cute voice.

“It should hurt right now, but I want you to know what you will be fine.”

“Dude. It’s not my first time giving birth. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels kind of great now.”

“It feels great?” The surgeon asked her, confused.

“Yeah. It’s hot,” she successfully pushed one egg out of her pussy. The surgeon grabbed it and placed it away in safety.

“Okay. Three more to go.”