DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 42: La Jouissance

CHAPTER 42: LA JOUISSANCE

Hello! I'm releasing this new chapter a day early because I won't be able to release one tomorrow. Happy and juicy reading! 

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Facing the reality of seeing his precious daughter soon marrying his worst nemesis broke Gerald’s heart. Even worse than that, he was just made aware that she was pregnant as well. And this all appeared to be her choice. She actively seemed to be loving this Saurius man that secretly was a true kingpin in term of sex-traffic in the area of Ecstasy. Sebastian, his trusty butler was almost just as pained to see this happening. He badly wanted to place one hand on his friend’s shoulder but simply couldn’t because he still had his hands handcuffed.

“And do you know what’s the best part about it, Daddy?”

“No, I don’t know. What is it?” His father responded, directly playing her game, almost trying to pretend he was on board with what she was doing with her life.

“I’m due next week!” She happily revealed, shouting it out loud as she kept riding The Count’s fierce member. Jumping up and down.

“Next week?”

“Yes! Are you excited to see your first grandchildren?”

“Of course… Absolutely…” He murmured with a saddened voice. He seemed defeated. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“You’re gonna regret it, Néné,” Sebastian told her.

“What do you mean?”

“He is a monster. Always has been. Will always be,” he insisted.

“My husband isn’t a monster. How can you even say that?” She responded as she maintained her over-aroused expression on her face.

“Trust me. The Count is only using you to get back at your father for dropping him off their project that they started years ago…” The butler explained.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s simply jealous he didn’t get to marry you himself,” The Count told her future wife as he moved her on the couch. She was no longer riding him. Her big breasts were now sitting on the surface of the couch as he stood behind her. He banged her dogie-style as he could now keep somewhat of a better eye on Gerald and his employee.

“What are you even talking about?” Obfuscated, he continued. “Why would I ever want to marry my employer’s daughter? Gerald is my friend. I’m just sick to the bones to see her with such a scumbag as you are,” to the butler’s surprise, The Count didn’t get angry after this. He simply smiled. He appeared to be appreciating this moment to the fullest. Probably some weird cuckold fetish in which he enjoyed fucking his future wife next to her daughter.

“My love… Is any of what they’re saying true?” Néné asked her husband.

“Of course, not. I would never use you. You know that. Right?”

“Yes!” She responded as she accidentally screamed when The Count rammed his Saurius cock a lot deeper into her. “Oh, gosh, I’m about to cum, honey… I’m cumming!” She revealed.

“Me too. Me too!” The Count answered. Both of them came at more or less the same time. The Pterosaur directly ejaculated inside of her creamy pussy, filling her up. “There you go, grandpa. More semen inside of your daughter’s pussy. You know what that means. Right? More and more grandchildren that you’ll have the honour to take care of in about a week from now,” The Count said to the old Saurius with a large smile. He finally pulled his member after keeping it inside of her vagina for ten additional seconds. Creampied. A little bit of jizz slowly flowed out of her pink hole.

“Thanks for filling me up again, honey,” Néné said.

“My pleasure. Alright. We should probably get going now. This strange detective that was apparently supposed to come to meet us here simply didn’t show up at all. She probably was too scared to even come. We’ll head back to the castle, taking your father and his butler with us,” The Count explained.

“Perfect. I want both of them to be at the wedding,” the blonde daughter responded.

“I simply wonder where my men are—”

“—Getting digested down in the lab as we speak,” Cynthia whispered in The Count’s back, right behind his neck. She casually rubbed the tip of the cannon of one of the weapons she had stolen from the eaten soldiers earlier. She silently threatened him. The Saurius definitely knew what was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Who are you?” The Pterosaur quietly asked without moving.

“The detective who didn’t have the guts to come here,” she said as total payback for his comment earlier. “Away from her. Now!” She forced him to step back from Gerald’s daughter and to remain motionless. She always kept him insight of her weapon. Quentin stood behind Cynthia. He stared at The Count with an angry expression on his face.

“So, you came…” He realized.

“You? Again?” Néné asked.

“Stay with your Dad, honey,” Cynthia told her.

“What the hell are you doing to my husband?” She said as she quickly stood up and placed herself in front of The Count. Cynthia never meant to point her gun at her. She never did. Except now as she interfered. The private investigator had no choice to keep her weapon up even though she didn’t want to.

“Néné, what are you doing?” Her father asked.

“I don’t–I don’t really know…” The blonde daughter murmured.

“Please trust me. This man is a bad one. Stay with us on our side and we’ll protect you,” Gerald begged her as he stood from the couch, stood next to Cynthia and Quentin. Sebastian quickly followed him.

“But The Count is good for me...”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to go, honey…” The Count whispered in her ear, visibly uncertain regarding the current situation.

“But… But I don’t want to leave my Dad behind… I wanted to bring him with us… For the ceremony…”

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to make a choice for now… Either them or me…” The Count kept whispering into her ear. After going back and forth for a few seconds, coming really close to stay with her Dad at the mansion, she ultimately decided to leave with her future husband. She silently moved her head from them to him, them to him and ended up going under his arm. The Count pulled both of his wings around, hiding her from the group. A pair of arms grabbed her under the wings just before he took flight. The Count escorted Néné out of the mansion through a large opened window that was installed in the ceiling of the living room.

They were gone.

Gerald watched them leave and then slowly looked down on the floor. All the other members of the group gathered around him, supporting the old man. There were no words. Nothing.

It was silent.

Until…

“Sebastian...”

“Y–Yes, sir?”

“Seal the mansion. It’s time for La Jouissance to take flight…” Gerald quietly announced.”

“Now, sir? Are you sure?”

“Yes. We were fortunate enough to have friends who took care of his men and rescued us. If we stay here on this land any longer, he’ll come back with more forces. We must leave as soon as possible.”

“Very well, sir,” Sebastian finally accepted his demand. The butler left the room for the lab.

“What the fuck is La Jouissance?” Cynthia directly asked Gerald.

“You’ll see in a minute,” the big boss of the mansion briefly responded.

While Sebastian was busy getting to the lab as soon as possible, Cynthia introduced her friend, Quentin to her employer. They shook hands and he ‘welcomed him aboard’ as if his home was a ship about to sail. Quentin offered him his sincere excuses regarding everything that was happening with his daughter. Not too long after, he asked Gerald to permission to sit on the big couch near them. He, of course, granted him the authorization and Quentin laid back on it. About five minutes after he sat down on the couch, everybody in the room suddenly sensed the mansion trembling. Shaking. All the doors and windows were rapidly automatically getting shut down as Gerald ordered them to be a little earlier.

“Hey, what is happening here?” Quentin asked as he was kicked off the couch by the aggressive trembling of the mansion.

“Gerald. What’s going on?” The fierce private investigator asked the old man with a serious tone in her voice.

“La Jouissance. It’s her. It’s our vessel. Our way out,” he calmly responded.

“This is the name of the mansion?” She asked.

“She’s gonna take us somewhere safe,” Cynthia and Quentin looked a little panicked while Gerald remained patiently calmed the whole time. He clearly had seen this before. Quentin looked much more panicked than Cynthia in comparison. She was concerned, to say the least, but deeply knew well that this was an excellent escape. A good way to make sure The Count didn’t come back and find them was to, of course, to take the entire house with them. Using her as a transport method.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Cynthia asked her employer.

“It was last time we flew with her,” he responded.

“When was it?”

“Twelve years ago…” He said, almost ashamed of saying it.

“Wait… Hold on… You have a flying house but last time you made it fly was more than a decade ago? Right?”

“Right…”

“How do you know it won’t… Crash and burn on us…?” She started her first sentence speaking mildly loud but quickly ended up murmuring… Her eyes were slowly closing… A strange and sudden pain came from her belly. She grabbed it with both of her hands, hoping to contain to ever-growing pain.

“Cynthia? What is it? What’s going on?” Quentin noticed that she wasn’t looking so good. He rushed to her and desperately tried to figure out what was wrong with her.

“Cynthia?” Gerald looked just as concerned as Quentin was.

“It’s my belly… It’s my belly…” She was barely able to say before collapsing as La Jouissance flew high in the sky…

***

Darkness.

Cynthia was unconscious for nearly an hour after the initial flight of La Jouissance. When she finally woke up, she lied down on a medical bed down in the basement of the mansion, in the lab. Gerald and Sebastian were all gathering around her. Taking care of her. She could hear and sense Quentin. He wasn’t too far in the lab but obviously couldn’t stand too close to her right now. He had to make space for Gerald and Sebastian who both appeared to be trying to perform some sort of operation on Cynthia. First of all, not too long after opening her eyes, she looked down at her own body and realized that she was naked. Entirely. She also noticed that her pregnant belly had grown a little since she suddenly went unconscious.

“What’s happening?” Cynthia screamed in total panic.

“She’s awake! She’s awake, boss!” Sebastian declared.

“Everything is under control, Cynthia. We are taking care of this,” Gerald tried to reassure her.

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

“You’re about to give birth. You’re gonna have your babies. I’m gonna need you to push. Please push, Cynthia!” And she did. As strong as she possibly could. But it was pretty complicated for her to figure out why she had a weird feeling. She realized that she was no longer feeling any form of pain like earlier before she fell unconscious. Instead, she was feeling great. Maybe even a little too great… She felt pleasure in her womb and her vagina as she fiercely pushed for the babies to come out. It was erotic for her. She was aroused. The more she pushed, the more she felt herself getting closer and closer to a potential orgasm. Cynthia still had that over-aroused expression on her face as she kept her mouth wide open. Her tongue sticking out of her mouth, accidentally drooling a little everywhere on her chest. A naked chest with her big nipples that were currently secreting milk as she was giving birth. Her eyes were also looking up at the ceiling of the lab. She even started moaning a little instead of screaming out loud as most pregnant women when giving birth more or less always did.

It went on for an entire hour.

Cynthia came three times during that hour before she finally gave birth to our babies.

She squirted a grand total of six eggs out of her vagina before passing out again.