DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 36: Ritual

CHAPTER 36: RITUAL

They spent hours in the ballroom during the night. Néné and Cynthia were both among two of the most popular cum dumps during the secret event. Most men present there had already shot their loads inside of their juicy pussies. One major thing that was striking to Cynthia was that nearly all of the men she had the opportunity to interact with during the event had severe trouble keeping an erection for a lot more than five minutes. Even the patrons she encountered and had sex with from Joss’s club kind of managed to have longer erections. Ultimately, lasting longer.

Is this just me or those rich guys kind of have trouble lasting more than five seconds…? Cynthia thought after another of them ejaculated inside of her, leaving her not feeling much. Her overall impression wasn’t false. It truly felt like those rich folks present at this secret party didn’t have nearly as much training and built-in resistance compared to normal, poor men Cynthia usually interacted with.

… Could it be because… No… It’s impossible… Could it be because those people in this circle don’t get as much sex as regular people..? Are they somehow above it…? Cynthia kept thinking as the Saurius man who just came inside of her pulled out of her semen drooling pussy. The two women kissed as fresh semen drooled out of their vaginae. Their slutty tongues embraced and rolled all over each other. Everybody who currently stood around them could clearly see both of their tongues moving outside of their mouths during all their sensual kisses.

“What’s wrong?” Néné asked The Blue Heart when the kiss had ended. The white-haired girl could tell she wasn’t okay. She could easily tell she was wondering about something.

“Oh, yeah! Everything is fine. Don’t worry about it…”

“Come on. Tell me. Look like you’re distracted by something.”

“It’s just… I honestly freaking love having people cum in me, but I also enjoy actual sex, you know…”

“They don’t last super long right?” Néné quickly interrupted her and said it at her place.

“Yeah…”

“It’s normal. See… A great amount of men present here tonight can’t have sex outside of this event. Members of the Empire are monitored to have less sex than other higher-ups like my future husband for example. Generals and other people like that can have sex as much as they want. But lower tiers members of the Empire have to wait to be part of those rituals such as tonight in order to move higher in the ranks of the Empire.” Néné explained to her.

“But why? It’s so stupid. I thought the goal of the Empire was to have as many future soldiers produced as possible…”

“It is the case. Regular citizens already do that. In the ranks of the Empire, soldiers have to play by the rules in order to become generals one day. Rumors have it that it’s a perverted cuckolding, restrictive rule that the Queens agreed upon for their own amusement.” Néné explained some more.

“I see…”

While the two sluts respectively had The Count and Titan Oboa as their masked husbands, the men were more than willing to exchange and allow all the other members of the event to try them out. Tonight was all about pregnancy and producing high-quality baby soldiers for the sake of the Empire. This was what the detective managed to gather and understood as the night went on. Five men cummed inside of the private investigator while six emptied themselves into Néné. And this was considering that the two masked husbands only had cummed one time so far inside of them. Despite the huge amount of depravity in the air with all the perverted actions happening all around her, Cynthia had the hardest task to keep track of what Titan was doing. She had to make sure he wouldn’t reveal anything to his friend, The Count. It was even harder during this seemingly eternal kiss with Gerald’s daughter. Their messy and filled with saliva kiss finally ended. Luckily for her, everything appeared to be under control so far. Titan appeared to have nicely behaved.

Even though she didn’t have an orgasm yet tonight, Cynthia was still having a nice time. Having so many different people coming in and out, ejaculating inside of her like this made her produce and release a ton of eggs. Her ovaries were so buzzing with electricity inside of her that it made her entire body shake constantly. No matter how many men would cum inside of her, her womb would tell Cynthia that it would never be enough for it. There was so many different Saurius males around her that it made her wires go all crazy during most of the night. It was like a puppy let lose in a factory of cookies for dogs. There was nothing that could be done. All kind of thoughts went through her head. For a sliver of a moment, Cynthia forgot why she was here in the first place. She momentarily forgot about the mission at hand. Her main goal right now was the idea of making as much babies as possible. Her womb and her maternal side had almost completely replaced her brain.

Cynthia looked around for the first time since the third man came inside of her, she ceased focusing all her attention on Titan for a second or two. Around her, she saw a bunch of tired women with more semen dripping out of their pussies. Most of the women were either lying down on the floor or sitting. The husbands mostly stood as they slowly picked their stuff up, slowly putting back their clothes. This clearly indicated to her that it was soon about to be done. This was when she was finally snapping out of this slutty-maternal-baby-making-machine trans and remembered about why she was here for.

I’ve got to find a solution... I’ve got to find a way to get the hell out of here with her... She thought.

“And for the last part of our ritual…” The Count said as he stepped closer to us once the other random members of the event had all finally finished pouring their sperm on top of their messy pussies. Titan crawled up Néné’s right leg travelling all around it.

“Are you ready, Blue? This is the last wave of the ritual!” Néné told Cynthia, nearly screaming into her ear she was so excited.

“Oh, yeah, right... The last wave of the ritual... How could I even forget about it…” She answered. The Count then moved between the undercover private investigator’s already wide opened legs and directly slid his hard cock in her pussy that had been creampied multiple times at this point.

“Hey! Hold on! What are we doing now?” Cynthia asked.

“We’re switching, silly!” Néné responded to her. Meanwhile, Titan stuck his snake dick inside Gerald’s daughter’s pussy. The two men then started fucking the two women like everyone else around her we’re done already. Some of the guys that had finished came and gather around them to observe the conclusion of the ritual. Cynthia blushed a lot and moaned extremely loud. She was surprised to experience how good and strong The Count to feel. Néné totally enjoyed herself as well with Cynthia’s husband. She absolutely adored the fact that Titan had two members and used both of them on her. Sliding his pair of snake cocks in her what somewhat easy with all the sperm in her pussy, making further penetrations very smooth.

“You’re in luck. Trust me. The Count makes the best babies,” Néné told Cynthia. The two Saurius men fucked them for an additional four minutes before reaching their limits after this long and tiring night. The Count ejaculated inside of Cynthia and Titan inside of Néné. The detective was now debating whether to report this to her Father after she would be rescued or not. This was a tricky thing. Revealing to him that this dirty bar owner had come inside of her could potentially send him on some sort of vendetta.

“The ritual is completed. A perfect blend of different DNA structures has been poured into you. You’ll give me birth to many, healthy, and strong children,” The Count confirmed it to Cynthia.

“Alright... If you say so…” She simply responded as she was still confused and impressed by the last orgasm she had, the one he gave to her. She was still recovering from all this. But then, as she was too busy keeping her cool and to be on guard, The Count slowly moved closer to her. He softly slid his right hand between her huge boobs and made the big discovery.

“Looks like we have a spy,” The Count announced.

“Fuck! I swear to God, Count, this is not what you think. I was forced to bring her here. She barged into the tavern and took me with her. She and her crew said they would let some stupid poison kill me if I told you something,” Titan stressfully said. He was basically telling him everything as fast as he could in the hope he wouldn’t be too mad. He was hoping he would listen to him.

“Interesting…” The Count said while staring the discovered private investigator.

“Blue is a spy?” Néné asked, shocked.

“Fuck…” Cynthia whispered to herself.

“But why spying here? What were you after in the first place?” Néné kept asking, very curious.

“I should have guessed it. This is a dark, classic, murky castle. Of course, it was bound to have some kind of torture dungeon down in the basement,” Cynthia declared as she found herself strapped to an ever-rotating wooden wheel on the wall. She was still fully naked. Her masquerade mask had even been removed from her face. The only things she still had on her body were her high-heeled shoes. A little bit cum still dripped from her pussy as the wheel made her spin on the wall. Since she was constantly spinning, the semen that dripped out of her vagina slowly but directly fell down in her face as she spun fast enough for it to come down on her. The Count and Néné were in the same dungeon room. Titan was there as well but wasn’t feeling so good. He was lying down on the hard, cold floor in a corner, panting, having trouble breathing.

“Tell me how to save him,” The Count questioned Cynthia.

“I told you already, I cannot do anything for him. The only solution is to bring him back at our base so I and my team can give him the antidote he needs,” she answered.

“What kind of antidote? I might have it here…” The Count asked.

“And you think I’m gonna tell you?”

“You’re going to let a man die?”

“I don’t think you correctly understand the current situation, Count. The deal is that you have to let me go alone with Néné if you want me to save him. That’s the only way,” she said.

“Me? Why me?” Néné asked, super curious.

“Néné, I told you to wait outside,” The Count reminded her.

“I don’t want to wait outside! I don’t get it, why would a spy come here? Why were you meant to accomplish here?” Néné turned to Cynthia and kept questioning her.

“I came here for you…” Cynthia started explaining. “... I came to rescue you. Your Dad hired me to investigate on your disappearance…”

“Daddy? He’s still looking for me?” Néné asked, softly.

“Of course,” she answered while still spinning on the wheel, with the dripping cum crashing down in her face. Néné blushed. She didn’t know what to say. The Count deeply inhaled and exhaled. He seemed dead tired of this bullshit. Meanwhile, Titan looked like he was slowly but surely dying. His scales had gotten a little whiter.

“I’m dying here…” The snake said. Rushed and scared by what could possibly happen to his friend, The Count stopped the mechanism that made the wheel spin by clicking on a button, came up to Cynthia and exchanged eye-contact with her. He then placed the claws of his right hand next to her neck, menacing to cut it open.

“I’m not kidding. Stop my friend from dying and I’ll let you live,” he threatened. It seemed like his menaces were almost about to work before something new came up. Cynthia suddenly started feeling some kind of pain coming from her chest. It was happening.

It was happening again.

“Um, what is happening to her?” Néné asked.

“I don’t, I don’t know, I didn’t hurt her... Yet... Perhaps it’s because she spun a little too much on the wheel...?” He suggested. But it wasn’t that at all. Cynthia violently roared like a wild beast before quickly lowering her head, therefore, accidentally hiding her face from the people in the room with her.

A beat.

She remained silent and didn’t move for a little while. The others did the same thing as well. They simply waited for her to calm down. But she didn’t.

After ten seconds, Cynthia finally looked up and revealed her face again. Her visage had partially changed. She now had larger and sharper teeth. Her skin tone had gotten a little darker than what it was a few seconds ago. Her eyes were darker as well. She roared once more. Visibly very angry.

“What... Is... Wrong... With you...?” The Count asked.

“I’m surprised how long I lasted without the prototype…” Cynthia pointed out.

“The prototype? Project Valkyrie?” He asked her. She simply answered nodding her head.

“That means you are saying the truth... You met Gerald. Right?” Fascinated, The Count Cynthia for more information.

“Daddy? Did he wanted to see me again so bad that he hired her to find me?” Néné was in complete confusion.

“He wants you back so bad…” Cynthia said as the evolution towards the Urzax species was now certain. She used her new Urzax strength to free herself from the tight straps that held her on the wooden wheel. In only a few seconds, the wild private investigator was free. She aggressively landed on the ground of the dungeon before quickly placing herself between The Count and Néné, acting as a shield for her.

“... Don’t worry. We’re leaving. Come on, Néné!” Cynthia told her as her big boobs jiggled while she placed herself in a defensive stance.

“But... I’m not going anywhere…” The white-haired daughter murmured behind her.

“What...?” Cynthia asked while partially looking behind her, getting a very confused vibe all of a sudden.

A beat.

After not getting an immediate response from her, Cynthia turned around to Néné to discover that she was smiling all along. She eventually grinned.

“What... What’s wrong with you...?” Cynthia kept asking. Her silence and her grin both confirmed that something odd was up with her. Those developments could potentially be confirming all the fears Cynthia and the rest of the group had in the past.

“I was never abducted. I always wanted to live here. I have no intention in spending any more time in the company of my Father,” Néné revealed to the hard-boiled detective.

Cynthia then slowly started walking backward, completely backtracking on everything she originally meant to do. She eventually backtracked into a corner of the room of the dungeon, the same corner where Titan crawled to die.

“But don’t worry Blue. I don’t mind that you’re a spy. I had a ton of fun with you tonight. I would love to hang some more with you if possible. Would you be interested in sticking around?” Néné kindly said to Cynthia with a legit smile on her face, not the fake, scary, weird grin she had earlier. She even handed her her hand. Offered it to her. She once again partially turned her head to Titan. She noticed how tired and pitiful he looked.

“Sorry. Not interested,” Cynthia responded as she fully spun her body around, ran up to Titan and picked him up. Titan was semi-conscious at this point. He still held Cynthia’s masquerade mask in his hands. He was the one who removed it from her face. The private investigator ran out of the room and escaped.