DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 9: Duel

Volume 3 - Chapter 9: Duel

The day after, the interviewer and the cameraman that Cynthia had encountered at the motel were discovered, both brutally murdered. Once again, while the blue-haired detective wasn’t accepted or invited to the murder crime scene, she had the intention to find a way to get their nonetheless.

The commissioner was there in the apartment of the reporter, supervising the investigation. When he was momentarily alone in the living room as the forensics left after being done working on the case, the commissioner had two minutes to himself to breathe. He sighed.

Comically, Cynthia slowly appeared behind him, climbing up a window, fortunate enough that window was open. She made no sound as she slipped into the apartment. When the commissioner turned around, he didn’t look surprised she was there. Not one bit.

“Why am I not surprised to see you here…”

“Sup, commissioner?” Cynthia smiled at the man of the police department as she made a big effort to crawl into the living room.

“... Despite me strictly telling you not to come to any crime scene…” He continued.

“I had to come to this one, commissioner.”

“Why?”

“Don’t play innocent. It’s pretty clear.”

“What’s so clear?” He wasn’t seeing her pattern. At all.

“I go on television with that reporter, we discuss Simon and she dies,” she said as she stepped closer to the dead reporter on the floor and kicked her in the ribs.

“Hey! Would you stop kicking her body!” He told her, concerned, but not too alarmed by her kicking the reporter.

“So, what do you think?”

“It is odd… But it doesn’t prove anything really…” Not being able to convince, Cynthia knelt down to check on the dead body of the reporter. For the most part, she was intact. No cuts. No part of the body missing like the other one at the motel.

“...” Cyntia didn’t know what to think at first.

“The state of the body has nothing to do with the one we found half-eaten. This points in the direction of the killer being a different one this time,” the commissioner explained. The reporter’s body was a pale blue colour. She looked like she had been drained of her blood.

“From the perspective of the killer, I believe it would make no sense to kill the same way twice. That would be a dumb, obvious move in addition to being boring.”

“I think you’re overthinking it, Cynthia. And that’s why you are not part of the police and that you are not allowed to come to our crime scenes. Oh! And by the way! Was it difficult to climb up the window in high-heels?” He asked her.

Silent.

There was a comedic pause during which Cynthia stopped talking for a while…

“... Yeah… Kind of…” She answered as she leaned forward and touched her right heels. It hurt her. She probably hurt herself while climbing.

“Next time, use the door. Oh no, I already forgot, I don’t want you here. Get out now,” he told her.

“Um… Where’s the cameraman? I heard he was with her when shit went down and that he was killed as well?” She ignored his direct order. The commissioner sighed again.

“He was found in the bedroom.”

“Thank you, honey,” she blew him kisses as she passed by him in the direction of the bedroom.

Once there, she discovered that the cameraman had been murdered in a similar fashion as the reporter. His body was of a pale blue colour, having been drained of his blood, his vitality sucked away from him. Just like the reporter now looked like an old woman, he looked like an old man.

In the room, she found the camera that he used during the filming at the motel. She took a hold of it, turned it on and played the footage of her interview with the reporter. She noticed that she was being framed with better than her colleague for some reason.

A white coroner sheet covered half of him. Cynthia pulled the sheet off of him and made another discovery… The man’s member, his penis had been pulled away from him, stretched, abnormally extended to the point of turning into a long, skinny trunk.

What if the killer sucked the life away from him through his cock? She started thinking. If vitality was taken away from him that way, could it be possible to give it back to him in some way? She thought some more. She looked around, making sure the commissioner wasn’t close or coming her way. She then sat on the bed with the corpse and proceeded to suck on the long, dried off trunk. She first lubricated it, sticking her tongue out of her mouth and intentionally dropping a great amount of her saliva all over his cock and balls, attempting to fight the dryness of it. She finally introduced his dick into her mouth. Being so dry meant that his member wasn’t flaccid or soft at all. It was rather pretty hard and simulated the sensations of being erect even though it wasn’t the case.

The more she progressed into his blow-job and lubricated his junk, the more she felt the body of the dead cameraman heating up. She kept going for several more minutes and noticed that the man was beginning to have a pulse again. She noticed it by running her fingers along one of his wrists. She had never seen anything like this, it was almost as if the man wasn’t dead yet, but that she was somehow bringing him back to consciousness, bit by bit. Every single action she was doing during the blow-job mattered. She was encouraged to go further and further with it. She used her right hand to massage his balls. Perhaps there was still a little bit of blood in his body. Maybe just enough to keep him alive. Her body was in a suspended state.

“What the hell are you doing to him?” The commissioner shouted as he first came into the room, surprising Cynthia, finding out what she was doing. The detective kept sucking the man at a rapid pace. She showed the commissioner her index finger, meaning to say, give me one minute here, pal. She kept the blow-job going no matter what. “Get away from the dead body at this second!” He ordered her. She didn’t stop so he took out his handgun and pointed it at the private eye. “Stop sucking this dead man right away!”

Something you don’t hear everyday… She thought. Just before the commissioner went too far and pull the trigger of his weapon, the blow-job came to an end as Cynthia was finally able to make the cameraman. He ejaculated and shot his cum into her mouth which she quickly spat all over her breasts, surprised to even see that what she had done worked in the hand. The commissioner lowered his gun.

“What he fuck? Did you just make him cum? How?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you… When I had my mouth full, I believed he was not dead…” She said with a mouth overflowing with thick white semen that was being spilled all over the place.

“I can see that. If a man can cum, that means that there is life,” he said before placing his weapon away and rushing himself to the survivor. His heart was finally beating again. Barely. But it was beating.

At the nearest hospital, the cameraman had spent the last few hours in the ER before being sent to a normal room where he was able to receive visitors. Since Cynthia had stayed at the hospital with him ever since he got here, she was the first one to be able to see him one-on-one and to talk to him.

“How are you feeling?” Cynthia asked him. The survivor had received a great amount of blood transfusion. He was looking a lot better than he used to earlier.

“... Great… Thanks to you… The doctors and the commission told me everything… I owe you everything… Thanks for bringing me back…” He murmured to Cynthia.

“I need you to tell me something important. You have to tell me who did this to you and your college,” she asked him. He looked down.

“I don’t remember much, but we were attacked by this plant person…”

“Plant person? Did she have pink petals?” She asked.

“I believe so… It all happened so quickly… She looked like she was a walking flower…” Interrupting himself, the cameraman suddenly started choking on his own saliva and coughed like someone who had a bad cold. Not too long after he started coughing, many nurses stormed into the room to come take care of him. They placed a respirator mask on his mouth.

“It would maybe be better to give him a little bit of rest, ma’am…” One of the nurses said.

“Of course,” and Cynthia left the room to pursue her work.

At night, Cynthia went to walk in the park after leaving the hospital. She was all alone out there.

“How about we cut to the chase and get it over with?” Cynthia randomly shouted out loud. She looked around. There was no one around her. “I said… Show up or quit following me, killer!” She shouted again.

Silence.

Waiting and looking around for a few seconds until she finally showed up, making her apparition just like a ghost, she ascended from the earth in front of the detective.

“There you are…” Cynthia said.

“I wasn’t expecting to meet you anytime soon, detective…” Protea declared.

“I believe you. I believe you never hoped for us to meet ever since you saw me on TV. You probably simply desired to take my life away from me just like you recently did.”

“It’s nothing personal…” Protea spoke as she lifted her right hand in the air immediately causing the ground to shake around Cynthia. She tried to get away, but it was too late, roots emerged from the ground and surrounded the private eye. The roots looked like soft vines. Two of them quickly grabbed her arms and two others rolled around her legs, squeezing them. Unable to move or get away, she was sexually assaulted by the roots. Two other ones came out of the ground and charged at her. One that lifted up her skirt, allowing her little friend to rip apart her underwear, therefore, gaining access to her precious vagina. Just like she did to the cameraman and the reporter, Protea was meaning to suck the vitality out of Cynthia through sex. If she could take Cynthia out of the battlefield, she would be freed or no one would be after her anymore. The root that ripped apart her underwear made its way into her pussy and ravaged it. “... A girl simply has to eat…” Protea continued speaking. The plant Saurius slowly walked up to the detective, in the middle of all the perverted roots that were coming out of the ground. Using her hand, she ripped Cynthia’s tank top off of her chest, uncovering her naked big boobs. Cynthia hadn’t worn her fossil bra today, she wore it all night as a way to recharge her batteries which was more than enough.

“I get it that you have a pretty large appetite, huh?” The detective commented.

“That’s a pretty big chest for a Human,” Protea admired her breasts as they bounced up and down as she was being fucked in the pussy.

“Thank you… I guess… This underground friend of yours is doing such a good job… It doesn’t feel bad at all for a dirty piece of wood…” Obviously referring to the root that was quickly coming in and out of her.

“It isn’t wood. It’s an extension of myself. Slimy roots of my soul. My real form,” unable to resist, Cynthia moaned very loudly in the park as she was basically getting raped although she didn’t see it as such. She saw it as negative that she couldn’t deliver this killer to the police or even better, Richard himself, but she enjoyed seeing the good side of everything. Which was that she was having sex with an exotic creature that she had never encountered before.

“This… Is… What… You… Really… Are…?” Cynthia annoyingly had to pause between every word in order to moan little by little.

“It’s almost a shame that I’ll have to get rid of you… In another life, you could have made for a decent girlfriend,” Protea complimented her in her own way.

“How about I don’t tell anything to the police and you keep me as your girlfriend's pet?” She proposed, fighting for her life.

“How about you stop lying to me and shut up?” Protea replied before commanding one of her roots to charge inside of Cynthia’s mouth, blocking the entrance of her mouth, preventing her from talking. The roots lifted her even higher than she already was in the air. If someone could see her from a distance, they would see a woman hanging still upside down in the air with a gigantic vine-looking root pushing and thrusting deep in her body through her pussy. She had no control over anything. Protea was the one fully in control. The root in her mouth went really far down her throat.

The situation was a stagnant succession of pure intense fucking which Protea was the one moving the roots in all the ways she desired as if she was pulling the strings of a puppet. Two additional roots birthed from the ground and rushed themselves at Cynthia’s chest, getting in contact with her large udders. They circled around her breasts and squeezed them as if their lives were depending on it. It made the naturally heart-shaped areolae pooped much more that way. It was a real delight for Protea to play with this little, crappy detective who tried foiling her plans.

Cynthia kept getting fucked in this position in the air for much more time until all the roots ultimately ejaculated. The four ones that were holding her body shot their neon-green plant semen all over the exterior of her body while the one in her mouth filled her up. Just like the one in her pussy that filled her up just as much. When Protea and her roots were all finally satisfied, Cynthia was hardly thrown in the grass of the park, abandoned by the serial killer.

The same thing that happened to the other victims happened to Cynthia… The skin of her body turned into a pale blue colour. She looked dehydrated. Her breasts became a little saggier than before.

She spent roughly half an hour in the grass before finally finding the strength to get up again.

Cynthia made her way back to La Jouissance, walking. She crumbled on the doorstep of the residence.