DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 11: Following The Follower

Volume 3 - Chapter 11: Following The Follower

Still a little shaky following the aftermath of the farm trip and of the remains of the venom in the veins of her body, Cynthia took a day off from pursuing any form of investigating. As a matter of fact, she was so done with detecting stuff and working that she wasn’t even wearing her classic outfit with the trench coat and all, instead she was simply wearing a loose light purple t-shirt with a ultra-mini pair of gray jogging shorts. Much like her shirt, her breasts were just as loose underneath it. Mainly because of the fact that she didn’t have any bra or bikini top to properly adjust them. Her tits kept moving all over the place underneath her shirt even when not moving much. Right there, this was the kind of relaxed clothes she could be seen in if someone was to spend a little bit of her time with her as she would be chilling at home… Home meaning La Jouissance mansion, of course, since she didn’t have her own specific place. A good chunk of her money kept sinking into the apartment she was paying for her friend, Pierrot. Arguably, she could live with him in the apartment, but since she was always offered a room in Gerald’s mansion, she prefered leaving the old, crappy place to Pierrot while she crashed in the luxurious home.

Was that selfish?

Maybe. But Cynthia felt like she deserved and won her room in La Jouissance manor. Especially after going through so many different and tough adventures to finally bring the old Saurius man his daughter.

Home.

It wasn’t the place Cynthia was at, at the moment. Despite not being an investigation day, the blue-haired woman could hardly stay in place with her arms crossed. Curious after hearing from mouth-to-mouth that her ancient detective office had been renovated, she decided to pay it a visit. Being the Cynthia that she was, she, of course, made her way into the office space, lock picking the door, crouching and squatting to get down to the lock level. It took her a minute or two, but she made her way inside before anyone saw her acting like a vile intruder.

The place had never smelled better. It smelled fresh and fruity, like raspberries. The entire office space had been renovated from the paint on the wall to the floors. It looked nothing like the dump she rented back in the day to be able to work and to receive clients. All sorts of clients. All sizes and shapes.

Now, this looks like a place I could feel better about working in… She thought, smiling as she walked a little everyone in the multiple rooms of the office space. Searching and comparing the new place with what she remembered of it in her head, she managed to find the exact corner where her desk was before. It slightly brought a nostalgic sentiment to her. She remembered the good times. The bad times also, but generally the better times when she gained her first clients and concluded her first transactions that helped her make a better living combined with her hours at the strip-club.

But then, her eyes turned to another corner in her old office and remembered that it was where the coat-rack was AKA where she was tied one night to it by Richard and his men. Fun times. While it was a little scary at first and she was in a quite dangerous position, ultimately, she made it out okay and she thought it had been sexy to be in captivity like this…

Remembering the old times, Cynthia stood in the middle of this room that had been converted into an entirely different office for a different worker…

“Who are you?” A young woman came into the room with a portfolio in her hands, screaming when she first saw Cynthia. The detective in the relaxed-looking clothes jumped when she was surprised by her.

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“Who the fuck are you?” The new occupant of this office space was losing her shit. Running into the room was the master of this place, the landlord, Cynthia’s past-landlord.

“What is happening?” He yelled. He saw Cynthia, quickly understanding what was happening. He placed the palms of his hands on top the shoulders of his new tenant. “Alright. Everything is fine. This is actually someone I had a meeting with today. Would you mind stepping out for a moment please? He politely asked her. The new tenant left and the landlord closed the door behind her. Slowly and carefully, the man walked up to Cynthia who was partially using the desk in the room as a shield.

“The place has already been taken?”

“Yes.”

“I like what you did here. I have been yelling at you to renovate the place for years now…”

“What are you doing here, Cynthia?” He directly asked her.

“Had a gig a little outside of town. When I came back, I randomly heard about the building getting a nice touch of rebirth. I wanted to see for myself.”

“You are not welcomed here. Especially after you didn’t pay what you owe me with the last month you occupied the ground before leaving. You still owe me,” he said in a demanding and aggressive voice.

“You’re right. Unfortunately, I don’t have any money, you see…” She was lying through her teeth. She had a little bit of money. If she wanted and if she was honest, she could totally pay a little bit of what she still owed him.

“Sounds typical of you,” he placed his hands on top of the desk that was still serving as a shield against him. “I think it’s about time you pay me back. Somehow. I believe we can find a solution to our problem. Don’t you think? We’re adults afterall, right?” He told her. This was when her growing lust for Saurius kicked in. While she had never found her landlord attractive before really, she could totally slip in that role play of the tenant having to naturally pay her long-due rent. Except that it was real.

Dropping her shield as she circled around the desk to get closer to him, Cynthia softly rubbed her big, soft butt against the side of the office furniture, implying that she had an erotic hitch that needed to be scratched. Sooner rather later. At this point, it was bound to happen.

“So, you agree that you should be punished?” He asked her. Reasonating to the question he had for her, Cynthia knelt down and then began to crawl all over the newly refurbished floorm, crawling in the landlord’s direction.

“It’s up to you to decide. Not to me to approve or not,” he could see her body progressively getting warmer and warmer. It was part of the reaction caused by what was currently happening to her ovaries. Since they were on fire, the rest of her body caught just as much on fire, causing her skin to become a little redder. What she just said made the man grin.

“I like that. It’s about time you understand who’s the master around here.”

“If you say so…” she whispered with a soft voice until she crawled up to him and physically begged for him to take her at this point. Upon reaching his position, the landlord grabbed her head and briefly petted her hair before slightly pulling on them, pulling her entire body closer towards him. The Saurius man was taking great pleasure in doing this, turning his phantasies into pure reality. Intruding on her, the landlord slowly pushed the middle finger of his right hand inside of her mouth, directly pushing against her lips until his large finger made its way inside. The disgustingly dirty nail of his middle finger met her tongue as she least expected it. It all happened so fast. One second, he was pulling her hair (he still did, with his left hand), and the next second, he was violating her intimacy, forcing his finger into her mouth. Quite surprised at first, Cynthia eventually accepted the presence of his finger, filling up her mouth. Committed to doing this, paying her debts with her ex-landlord, she curled her tongue all around his middle finger and did what was expected of her at this moment: sucking on his finger and pretending it was something else. Something slightly different.

Her kneecaps were sitting on the floor while her big, soft butt was resting on the back of her snickers. Her thick, naked thighs were on perfect display as she made a mess out of the landlord’s finger, sucking on it with her eyes shut. Simply enjoying what was happening.

“Do you actually enjoy it?” He asked her.

She didn’t answer. She simply kept sucking on his middle finger for a few, additional seconds before moving to another one. At this point, he didn’t have to force another finger in her mouth, she simply picked another and made him join his little friend.

A few minutes later, Cynthia had licked and sucked most of the fingers he had on his right hand. His hand was dripping with her perverted saliva. Needless to say that his fingers weren’t going to satisfy her appetite. Not in the long run. The blue-haired woman slowly undid the belt of her ex-landlord, unzipped the pants that were specifically designed to hold and contain huge Saurius cocks.

Lingering and intentionally making this moment last as long as possible, Cynthia moved her head as close as she could  to his crotch and anticipated the instant in which his member would finally erupt all over her face… Throbbing and growing, becoming bigger through this incoming erection, all by itself, the landlord’s dick naturally throbbed until it came out from inside of his pants. It randomly, accidentally hit Cynthia on the side of her face, his glans harshly hitting her left cheek. Cynthia jumped when it first happened. Slightly shook, she quickly closed her eyes before opening them again, finally seeing the unveiled member of his ex-landlord. She smiled.

This was how it started, Cynthia stuck her tongue out of her facial hole and proceeded to lick the man’s throbbing cock as it dangeled there in front of her face, taunting her. His uncircumcised package constantly flashing and ramming its soft foreskin a little everything all over her face. Cynthia enjoyed the smell. She breathed as much as she could, causing her chest to be pumped. Her chest sticking out in front of her, bouncing right below the Saurius’s low-hanging balls. They looked so heavy. Gradually, Cynthia licked his member until it became all wet and tremendously slippery. With it being all lubricated, it was now time to have it all in her mouth, although it wasn’t her choice…. Entirely… Excited and tired of waiting, the landlord shoved the tip of his reptilian cock down her throat, officializing the beginning of the blow-job.

Knock, knock, knock, knock…

Someone knocked at the door.

“Are you done already?” The lady on the other side grew tired of waiting just as much as the landlord grew tired of waiting for the blow-job. The door was locked and the new tenant didn’t receive her keys just yet so there was no risk of her entering whatsoever. None of the two persons who were inside the office said one word. They remained silent… For the most part… The landlord quietly moaned from times to times while Cynthia was the source for generating so many smooshing, squishing, and distubingly erotic wet noises. There was a great probability that the new tenant on the other side was hearing all of it. Wanting to take some of the attention off the tenant that knocked at the door, Cynthia voluntarily raised the shirt she was wearing until it casually revealed her large breasts that had been hiding underneath it for the better part of her time here in the completely changed office-space she used to work in. Her huge pink areolae stared at the landlord. He smiled.

Out of nowhere, the locked door was suddenly burst open with a thundering noise. Standing at the entrance was the new tenant. Everything turned their heads and watched her. She looked strange. Her eyes were wide open and never blinked. Her eyes had turned completely white as well. Time remained in this suspended  loop for a few seconds before it was made visible that someone else was standing behind the new tenant… Protea. Vine-looking tentacles had been inserted into the new tenant’s body.