DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 5: The City With The Bright Tomorrow

Volume 3- Chapter 5: The City With The Bright Tomorrow

“Now! Coming back to the big house for the very first time since she got back in town… Gentlemen… Ladies… Please get ready for The… Blue Heart!” The place’s announcer prepped her arrival. The club wasn’t full tonight, far from it. The seats and the establishment were only filled to half of its capacity which was something pretty disappointing for Richard, the big boss. This was when exactly what he was talking about earlier with Cynthia in his office, things were getting harder for his business. The competition was on the rise. That and today was also Thursday. It was Thursday night. Which wasn’t the best night in the world for that type of stuff. Especially not compared to tomorrow which would be a lot better. But the business was business. Work was work. And the place had to be opened most of the time.

The lights in the club shut down for a moment before gradually getting back on… When the pink neon lights turned back on enough and that we could see something, the patrons in the place saw Cynthia AKA The Blue Heart dressed in her classic strip-teaser costume, the frosty blue suit with the winter mood masquerade mask.

“Please welcome here and show your love for her!” The excited and charismatic announcer continued speaking to his microphone. The Blue Heart sensually walked closer to her audience while remaining on stage. She walked up to a metallic pole and softly grabbed it with her right hand. At this point, the men in the room started clapping a bit. Not like crazy, but quite a bit.

“Her… Finally… She’s back…” One of the make Urzax patrons said about her while witnessing the beginning of the show. This client was sitting with his buddy at a somewhat table in the establishment. He was holding a glass beer bottle next to his mouth, occasionally rubbing the tip of it all over the exterior of his lips. Not entirely knowing he was even doing that in the first place, his subconscious imagined that the tip of his bottle was actually one of Cynthia’s mamelon.

“Look like you’re a big fan of hers!” His pal pulled him out of his intense trans he was in right now. The Urzax momentarily lost his erection for a couple of seconds.

“Fuck yes, dude,” he immediately replied.

“Why her specifically? I see you getting super excited about her all the time she’s on stage,” he asked her while sipping on his own beer.

“There’s something so cute about such a busty Human woman and the way she looks so liberated and free…”

“... That and the fact that you would like to bang her every day, right?” His buddy said, laughing, teasing his friend and generally having fun with him. In a short distance, the two closely observed The Blue Heart spinning around her metallic pole, then stopping and showing the clients her big, naked butt as she leaned forward, almost as if she was pretending to fetch something from the surface of the stage. But obviously, there was nothing there on the floor. She slid both of her palms down the pole as she was still holding on to it while directly showing everyone her large ass. She even occasionally bounce it from the right to the left… From the right to the left in an erotic loop. Seeing this made the Urzax patron we were following during the show hard again. More than semi-erect, oozing pre-cum inside of his underwear.

After being done making her butt bounce from right to left, she stood up again and went to grab the microphone from the announcer who was standing nearby off the stage. She leaned forward, ‘accidentally’ showed the announcer her massive, freely juggling in exchange for the microphone which he was surprised to have her take it from him. She took the wireless microphone with her back at the center of the stage.

“Thanks for the warm welcome everyone. I hope you didn’t miss me too much while I was away…” She said to her small fanbase that slowly grew over the months that she had been working for Richard. Under Joss, she had trouble getting popular and to cultivate her own fanbase, but under Richard, things were different. The Ankylosaurus Saurius did a lot of good work promoting her. Promoting her return. “I hope to provide you with a good evening of fun! Oh! And by the way…” She continued and winked at the audience, “... Time to fap! I want to see all of participating and masturbate to me!” She encouraged and nearly ordered the clients to do so. However, no one felt forced or obligated to do anything that night. The Urzax patron we are following at the remote table immediately pulled down his pants as he heard The Blue Heart mentioning this.

“I can get behind that,” the Urzax declared. In the strip-clubs of Ecstasy, viewers never had to ask permission to anyone for masturbating in public. Anyone could do it whenever they wanted to. Both men and women. And anything in between. But when players, dancers encouraged that type of behaviour, it made a lot more engaging and interesting for the many perverted souls that were seeking exciting times. Especially the one who actually didn’t have the correct licenses to have sex with women without asking. The Urzax’s friend pulled down his pants as well. The two buddies started freely rubbing their hard cocks under their tables. Many other viewers in the club were making their genitals sit right on top of their tables, showcasing their members to everybody as they pleasured themselves. Meanwhile, The Blue Heart placed down the wireless microphone next to the metallic pole on the floor. After finishing the little speech which only consisted of a few words, she went back to do what she was here for, erotically dancing. She grabbed the pole with both of her hands, jumped in the air and twirled around it, making her entire body spin around the pole, directly showcasing that she was still in very good shape and physical state long after her trip to Daisy-Road.

“Did you know I knew her personally?” A light, but quite warm voice said to the Urzax patron that was fiercely masturbating while watching The Blue Heart pole dancing, he turned around, it was Quentin, kindly and randomly engaging with a client. Quentin overheard him talking about his friend earlier.

“Who are you?”

“Quentin. Bouncer and bodyguard here. Nice to meet you.”

“Never saw you here before… Are you new?”

“Kind of… You could say that…” He had a tough time agreeing with him. He was new, yes, but not really. But that would have been probably a little too hard to explain on the fly like this.

“So, you know her?”

“Yes. For a long time. I’m friends with her.”

“Dude… I know you work here, but I find that hard to believe…” He was honest with the bouncer. Quentin simply laughed it off. The two quickly turned their attention back to The Blue Heart on stage. She now had the metallic pole stuck between her bombastic juggs. She was using to pole as rock hard dick and rubbed it with her breasts, titty-fucking the thing in an endless loop. Then, she removed one of the blue pasties that covered her nipple. She removed the left one and dropped the pasty in the crowd of viewers. The Urzax patron was fortunate enough to see the pasty land right on top of his table. The truth was that she didn’t throw it at random. She was trying to send it to her friend, Quentin, but destiny made things go a little differently. It was a shame. It would have been a perfect proof for Quentin to validate their already established relationship.

“Guess this is your lucky day…” Quentin told him with a big smile on his face. The Urzax immediately grabbed the pasty and proceeded to masturbate himself some more while rubbing the tiny piece of plastic all over his huge thirteen-inches long cock. It took him only a few more minutes to ejaculate all over the surface of the table and the pasty as The Blue Heart was now getting ready to remove her ultra-mini skirt.

In the shadows of the club, Ophelia was attentively watching the now become star of the show pleasing her viewers. She had her arms crossed together and kept staring at her. She no longer looked like the kind mature lady that we saw of her earlier.

The next morning, Cynthia woke up in La Jouissance mansion, where she came to crash after finishing her shift at the club. This was because she was now living there with Sebastian, Gerald and his daughter. She hadn’t gotten a lot closer to them, but she was allowed to live there as an additional reward for rescuing Néné outside of the considerable amount of credits she received as well. It wasn’t a big deal, especially since the mansion had so many different empty bedrooms that Cynthia could use.

What woke her that somewhat early morning (it was actually eleven, thirty AM), in addition to the strong sunlight coming through the opened windows, was a loud, continuous, hammering noise that kept repeating itself. Over and over… It came from outside and it sounded like someone was continuously hitting a hammer on a wooden surface. Cynthia grabbed her head. It was giving her a headache...

Getting up, she yawned and stretched her arms. As her blanket accidentally slipped down from her body, it was revealed that she was still wearing her strip-dancer outfit, the frosty blue costume. Well, she was still wearing a small portion of it… Including her skirt and her gloves. The rest (the mask, patsies, boots…) were all gone. Probably waiting for her in the dressing room of the club, where the outfit belongs. She also wore her fossil brassiere. It always was a really good idea to wear it while sleeping, resting and recharging her DNA at the same time. At least, she thought about that important detail before hitting the bed last night...

When the blanket slipped some more off of her as she was getting ready to eventually jump out of bed, she realized that there was a big used condom clipped to the side of her skirt. She only noticed and saw it as she had almost placed her feet on the floor. The used condom was well… Used. It was filled with thick dried up semen.

I don’t exactly remember exactly all that happened last night, but it sure was exciting… She thought, clearly referring to the condom that she didn’t remember. She could still smell the various smelly odours of the dried up cum that she personally loved so much. It wasn’t too bad when working up. The hammering noise from outside kept being heard.

Let’s see what those horrible noises are… Her feet finally landed on the floor and she then slowly walked up to one of the windows in her room. She took a look outside. The used condom was still clipped to the side of her skirt, dangling around. That specific window was half-opened which meant that she could press her palms against the glass of it as she leaned forward to see outside, which she did. She also accidentally pressed both of her large naked tits against the same glass, having her huge nipples and heart-shaped areolae squished against it. Outside, she saw Gerald cutting pieces of wood with a sharp axe. He was cutting and making wood for the fireplace of the mansion. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a pair of jeans pants. He was working hard, sweating a lot. Months ago, Cynthia never thought she would ever see the old, dying Saurius performing activities like this. It was as if the old man was reborn. However, while working a little too hard, Gerald missed the piece of wood he meant to slice up in half with his axe and rammed it into the tall grass instead, accidentally jamming the tool in the ground. Because of this, Gerald unfortunately fell and hit his right arm on the side of the tree trunk,

Cynthia gasped. She got scared for the old man. Since the window was half-opened and that Gerald was working very close to the mansion, he managed to hear her. He quickly turned his head and caught a glimpse of the beautiful Cynthia completely leaning against the glass of the window. He saw her buxom naked boobs squished against it. Fearing for the old man, Cynthia quickly moved out of view and rushed herself to go help him.

But just before getting out of her bedroom, she took five seconds to change. She removed her Blue Heart skirt and gloves. She didn’t see her traditional detective outfit anywhere so she then thought it might still be in the dressing room of the club. Instead, she opted for a plain white tank top and a pair of green Summer shorts. The used condom remained clipped to the skirt on the floor of the bedroom.

Outside, she joined Gerald who was no longer cutting wood anymore. She found him inside a garage, the door for vehicles was completely opened. Gerald was trying to take care of his arms, desperately attempting to apply a bandage with one hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Cynthia rushed herself at him.

“Nothing… Don’t worry…” He responded.

“You’re doing it all wrong. Let me help you,” being a gentleman at times (and in pain), he listened to her and let her apply the bandage instead.

“Okay…”

“Ever since I started lending you some of my DNA weeks ago, you’ve kept pushing yourself further and further. It’s not because you’re quickly getting better and stronger that you need to rush things around and to work all the time, you know? It’s still super early anyway…” She explained to him as a Mother would do for a child.

“It’s past eleven right now,” he pointed out.

“That’s a detail!” She rifled back at him.

“No, seriously, stop worrying about me, Cynthia. I simply fell down and that’s about it. Since you shared your DNA with mine, the disease I have has nearly exited my body. I’m doing a million times better. And that’s because of you. I cannot thank you enough…”

“Um… You should thank yourself there, you’re the one who created the Valkyrie project and you’re the reason why I successfully had my DNA fused with the one of a dead Dilophosaurus… It sounds super weird, said out loud… Doesn’t it?”

“I feel younger than ever. I feel like I can do anything.” He claimed.

“Still… Don’t go too fast, okay,” she said as she finished bandaging his arm.

“Sure.”

“Taking your morning fall as an example, it might have been because you didn’t receive any of my DNA since I left for Daisy-Road. I believe you are way overdue for some of it,” she said, teasing him, but telling the truth at the same time. She looked at the now dashing old man with an horny expression on her face.

“You might be right. And I’m not against that at all. Do you have the prototype on you…?” He quickly turned his head around and saw by himself that yes indeed, she was wearing the bra underneath her white tank top, answering his own question by simply looking at her. At the same time, Cynthia also pulled up her tank top, fully revealing to him she was currently wearing it. She moved closer to him as he was sitting on top of the front of an old car he had in his garage. She pushed her left nipple into his mouth as she surrounded him, taking care of him like a baby. Cynthia focused her energy, closing her eyes and the fossil brassiere started glowing of a bronze/orange colour. Electric shocks of the same colour came of the bra. Then, still from the exact same colour, a heart-shaped symbol with wings suddenly appeared on her belly. Not too long after, a thick orange liquid flowed out of her nipples. The one on the left secreted the liquid directly into Gerald’s mouth while her right nipple slightly emptied itself all over the place, wasting itself.