DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 41: Family Matters

CHAPTER 41: FAMILY MATTERS

“How many times do I have to tell you, dad?’’ Néné asked. “I went with him because I wanted to,’’ she continued.

“It’s too hard to believe, I won’t believe it,’’ his father responded.

“What is happening in there” Quentin whispered after arriving closer to the window, joining Cynthia in her stealthy excursion.

“I’m not sure yet but it’s bad...” She simply answered.

“What are we gonna do then”

“Wait and see. Keep an eye on them,” she briefly explained. And she went back to peek at the window, secretly scouting on the current view she had of the living room.

“Of course, you still prefer me to think of me as the little princess in distress you always thought your daughter to be. You are so dead wrong. Alright. I don’t even have to introduce you to my new husband because you already know him pretty well. Right? The Count,” almost as soon as she said his name, he stepped closer to her in the back and hugged her.

“This is a real pleasure to be meeting you again, Gerald after all those years,’’ the Pterosaur Saurius spoke to his old friend.

“There is no pleasure here...” Gerald said.

“Oh, well, of course, there is. A lot of it,” The Count responded.

“You are making a big mistake, Néné, don’t do this,” Sebastian begged the young daughter of his boss to cease activities with him.

“How about we show both of them how much pleasure there truly is here?” The Count proposed to his wife.

“I was just about to say...” She responded soon before she quickly moved her head closer to his for a kiss. They started sensually kissing in front of Gerald and Sebastian. She was kissing him in front of her father. While she first kissed him on his pronounced beak, she instantly stuck her tongue out of her mouth in hope to reach deep into his mouth. The Count soon reacted by opening his mouth abundantly wide so the tongue of his wife could enter. He then also stuck his tongue of his mouth and a series of wet spirals followed as they fucked each other’s tongues. It went on for a while as both Gerald and Sebastian watched. They tried keeping their eyes shut but armed men behind them, on the other side of the couch simply forced them to keep them open during the entire time. During all the kisses, it was now Néné’s turn to step closer to her man, she hugged him, held both of his spiky shoulders as the Pterosaur wings spread wider around her. The Count currently wore a dark cloak, an elegant outfit that a prince would wear in the Victorian era. It made him look a little like a vampire, especially because of his fascinating large almost bat-looking wings. His wife wore a thin, skimpy princess dress that covered her large breasts and roughly half of her belly. Her crotch was covered by a flimsy piece of fabric that was connected to the dress itself but her legs were mostly naked. She also wore light gray high-heeled boots.

“I gave you everything a Father could give his daughter. Taught you everything I knew,’’ Gerald told her but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t truly paying attention to him. She simply kissed her husband more and more as he spoke. She intentionally generated a whole bunch of moaning noises as her mouth was wide open and that she The Count sucking on her sweet, long tongue.

As his wings fell around her and appeared to be swallowing her body, the hands of the Saurius reached her big butt. He caressed it in front of Gerald and Sebastian as they kept kissing.

“Do you know why I chose him, daddy?” She managed to ask between two sessions of intense moaning.

“No. Please tell me...”

“It’s because you betrayed him years ago —” she said as she turned around to her Father with a dead-serious expression on her face. She wasn’t smiling at all. “— Do you remember that, huh?” She continued. “He told me everything about what happened.”

“Alright, gentlemen. Please leave us. Go scout the area outside and come back later,” The Count asked the two armed men.

“Understood,” one of them quickly said before the two left the living room for outside.

“Fuck!” Quentin whispered outside near the window.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Cynthia said.

“They’re coming here. Where are we going? We need to hide,” Quentin was in full panic mode.

“Shut up and keep calm. I know a place,” the firm private investigator efficiently responded.

***

Carefully leaving their spot to avoid getting caught by the two armed soldiers that were quickly coming outside as we spoke... Our duo of partners in crime sneaked around the corner of the mansion in order to get in the infinitely large backyard. Knowing the terrain pretty well, Cynthia led the charge with Quentin nervously following her, entirely unsure what to expect regarding what or where they were going in the first place. The private investigator brought him to a remote shed extremely far in the back of the land owned by Gerald. The door of the shed was unlocked. Cynthia silently twisted the doorknob and the two entered inside.

“What are we doing here?” Quentin asked.

“You’ll see...” Cynthia quickly walked up to a tablet that was mounted on one of the walls of the shed. She turned it on and started using it till she eventually opened a screen in which as access code was needed to get further.

“We need a code? Why? Do you even know it?” In addition to being able to enter numbers, she also had the option to enter letters. After thinking for a little while, Cynthia entered the four following letters: ‘N-É-N-É’.

Thud!

A loud noise boomed within the shed and a large square in the middle of the floor suddenly opened it. It was the entrance to a hidden elevator.

The duo entered and used it to travel beneath the mansion.

It only took about two and a half minutes and they already arrived at the destination.

“Where is this thing bringing us?” Quentin asked, even more confused.

“Direct connection to the lab,” she answered.

“The lab? There is a lab here? How did you know about the access code earlier?”

“He told me,” she responded.

“Who told you?”

“Gerald. The man who lives here. Who else?” A light elevator sound interrupted her question. This sound meant the doors were about to open. “Never mind. I simply hope none of his men found the lab just yet...” The doors finally opened and the lab she discovered tonight had nothing to do with the one she saw the first time she entered here when she was originally connected to the fossil brassiere. The lights were nearly all turned off. Flashes of electricity sparkled a little everywhere. The place was trashed. Almost everything has been destroyed. Glasses of the cells mostly shattered. The Count and his men had searched the entire place.

“What the fuck happened here?” Quentin whispered.

“Them. Of course,” the two ventured into what was left of the lab. They normally walked at first but quickly got more discreet once they noticed some of his men were still here, keeping an eye on the place. Cynthia was the first notice one of the guards walking in a corridor of the lab. She grabbed Quentin and threw him against a wall behind her. Hiding him and herself at the same time.

“Hey! What the hell?”

“Silence. They’re still here,” she quietly told him. “I wonder what they are looking for... Alright... I think I have an idea how to get rid of them,” she said as she then noticed a few more guards patrolling the place.

Silently running at times when no one was watching, patiently waiting around a corner of the lab when the guards were too close... Getting to point A to point B was a real challenge. But Cynthia eventually arrived where she meant to go – the Spinosaurus’s zone. The private investigator led Quentin to the big gates of the huge area. The place seemed all good and clear at first, so Cynthia went there running as fast as she could, trying to get inside the living space of the Spino – before she was suddenly caught by one of the guards – she jumped as she was spotted by him. Like all of them, the military-looking guard was in full S.W.A.T. outfit. He appeared to be Human.

“Stop!” He yelled. Cynthia did just as order and stopped moving. Right now, Quentin wasn’t seen by him because Cynthia ran a lot of faster than him. He was able to hide without being seen as she was caught. “Hands in the air!” The solider ordered. She kept doing as asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here... I’m working here, sir... I am not trying to resist... I simply want to know what is going here... Please don’t hurt me...” Cynthia answered.

“You work here? We didn’t get any report on more than two people living or working in this location,” he said.

“I’m new! That might be why...” Cynthia was clearly playing the innocent young woman card. The guard finally lowered his weapon when he realized that she was harmless. He slowly went behind her and proceeded to handcuff her.

“Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t try to escape. I’ll have to bring you upstairs.”

“Why...?”

“Don’t ask questions.”

“Alright... But do you know what was my job here...? I was no scientist... Nope... Nothing like that... I was a lab rat... It was all consenting, of course... I was paid to do the job... But... They used me so much... They inserted so many different things in my orifices... It was crazy... And seeing you handcuffing me like this brings back a ton of memories... Souvenirs from better days when I was having sex not just for money but also for pleasure... You know what I mean...?”

“I’m—totally aware what you mean...” The solider said following a long uncomfortable silence. “... I bet this is exactly what you’re craving for, huh? Getting dominated by a superior force like us?” He was still in the process of handcuffing her, he hadn’t completed his task just yet. He was too distracted by her. She slowly moved her face closer to his and softly kissed him on the mouth. She, of course, wasn’t able to touch his lips since the solider wore a mask at all time but Cynthia thought it was so funny that she proceeded to directly licked his mask. The man felt it on the other side. He physically sensed the enjoyable warm and the arousing saliva that triggered his erotic pulses.

“I sure do...”

“Alright. Let’s get in this corner together you and I. Don’t scream. Don’t make too much noise. I don’t want my buds to find out about this.”

“Hey, that could be kind of fun...” She whispered in his ear. After silently following him in the corner right next to the Spinosaurus’s gate, she knelt down on the floor between his legs. All by herself. She unzipped his fly and grabbed his already erect cock. She pulled it out in the open as she softly stroke it.

“After that, I’ll bring you upstairs to my boss... If you do a remarkable job with his, I’ll suggest him not to execute you. Okay?” But right before she could answer, as she moved her lips and was about to say something – Quentin violently rammed into the solider – and hit him with his strong Ceratops head. He heavily injured the solider’ left shoulder, breaking it. The man fell right on his back on the floor. Quentin then helped Cynthia get up and she immediately ran at the large gates near their position. She used the same access code as earlier and opened the gates.

“Good job, Quentin!” She quickly said as she ran. Her friend followed her, Covered her back. The only mistake they made was to leave the soldier able to operate his communicator.

“We have two intruders at the gate... Backup needed right now... Dangerous situation...” The soldier murmured. Felt like he had a ton of trouble breathing. The big gates finally fully finished opening and Cynthia ran inside. The soldier who was still lying on the floor managed to find a little bit of strength still left in him, grabbed his pistol and shot at the duo of intruders.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The man nearly fired at Cynthia as she was running inside the Spino area but Quentin accidentally received all the gunshots in the back of his extremely hard head.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

He blocked all the shots. He then slowly turned around and gave the injured solider a cold, mean glare. Almost as soon as they locked eyes, he ceased shooting and lowered his weapon. According to the aggressive expression currently showed on his face, Quentin could have definitely stomped on and crushed his face with his impressively strong Ceratops feet but he chose not to. Parts of it because he wouldn’t want to kill a man, parts of it because he also head a major part of his friends coming right here for backup. Quentin ultimately turned around and followed Cynthia.

In the Spinosaurus zone, the private investigator presented the beast to her friend.

“Quentin, I would like to present you to a friend. His name is Russel. Russel, this is my buddy, Quentin,” the Spino grunted as she made the presentations.

“Nice to meet you, Russel, but I’m sorry, I’m afraid we don’t have time for anymore chat, they are coming right for us. Backup. A lot of it,’’ Quentin kept it brief and short.

“This gives me an idea...” Cynthia said.

Roughly a minute after meeting with Russel again, the high number of elite soldiers outside the Spino zone gathered around the semi-open gates. There was sixteen of them. Most of the men were in crouching position. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Sadly for them, they were quickly surprised with a perfectly grown, hungry Spinosaurus suddenly piercing through the gates, violently crushing the heavily-trained squad. Russel was unleashed. He stomped on some of them. He didn’t care at all.

Cynthia was riding Russel as he devoured a bunch of the soldiers. The Spino grabbed one of them in his left hand and held him in hostage. During that time, Quentin was still hiding in Russel’s home behind the gates. He only managed to see glimpses of what was happening outside.

From the squad’s point of view, the worse about their situation was that they all panicked so much that they weren’t able to call for even more backups. And the underground facility of the mansion was constructed in such a way that the loud roars of Russel were absolutely impossible to be heard upstairs. So, risking the alert The Count wasn’t even something to be worried about. Nobody could come to help those poor soldiers now.

“I bet you didn’t have anything to eat today, Russel... It totally shows...” She shouted to the crimson beast as she rode him.

***

In the living room, The Count and his wife had joined the two men on the couch. The butler and the father weren’t too thrilled about having them fucking right next to them. Especially the daddy that had serious issues with his Urzax daughter. There were absolutely no soldiers in the room. The four were alone together. Néné and The Count had been going at it for a while now. The Pterosaur was sitting on his butt on the couch with Néné towering over him.

Her back was facing him.

His Saurius dick was deep into her pussy.

From a certain distance, Néné virtually looked Human despite being a hybrid of the two species. But as she sported that over-excited, over-aroused, over-zealous, over-sexualized expression on her face, her sharp Urzax fangs could easily be seen. Her tongue was also a billion times longer than a Human’s tongue. It reached pretty far outside of her mouth as she rode The Count’s huge cock.

She’d removed her high-heeled boots. Her tall white socks were highly visible as she stepped on the couch with them. She was still fully wearing her thin dress but a great portion of her big tits could be seen in her cleavage. This included her massively large areolae. Finally, her underwear was tucked to the side so The Count had just enough space to push his dick as deep as possible into her.

“Watch me, daddy, watch me... I want you to watch me, daddy!” She said as she loudly moaned. Her tits highly bounced in the air in a loop. “Are you watching me now?”

“I won’t...” He roughly said.

“Aw, come on, pops. Look at your daughter. See how good she looks. Admit it. A blonde Urzax girl like this... This is something you should be proud of, right?” The Count toyed with Gerald.

“Oh, trust me. I will always be proud of her,” he made abundantly clear.

“Good! That’s awesome there is no hard feeling then. Because we would like you to come to the ceremony!” She revealed.

“The ceremony?” Gerald asked. Surprised.

“Yeah, daddy. We are not officially married just yet... Simply engaged... The marriage is coming up pretty fast. I can already smell the beautiful orchids that are gonna decorate the castle!”

“How about that, Gerald? Did you even think when we were still only kids playing in the old sandbox that I would one day get to marry your young daughter? Huh? Remember. Being a good friend is all about sharing. Right?” Gerald shrugged as he looked away.

“But that’s not the only thing, daddy. I’m pregnant as well!”