DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 35: Bubblegum & Fetishes

CHAPTER 35: BUBBLEGUM & FETISHES

Getting the attention off of her wasn’t very simple. She basically had to force Titan Oboa to make up a story involving Cynthia, his new masked bride not having anything else to wear for tonight. This place and those people were like a total polar opposite to what normal people looked like in the real world outside of this castle. It was strange for her to see so many people here dressing this formal. But eventually, just like they slowly and progressively got used to seeing her in the slutty stripper outfit she wore, she also got used to them, dressing like they were.

The masked ball had already begun before they got there. They started dancing with the crowd not too long after arriving. Since Titan was a Humanoid snake Saurius with arms, he had his very flexible body wrapped around Cynthia’s body. Not in a dangerous or menacing way but in a certain manner that it would actually help their cause. Wrapping himself around and all over her allowed them to directly hide a little better the discreet microphone she had on her body. Sebastian had done a pretty decent job at hiding it on her body earlier, he did so right in her cleavage, between her huge breasts. So when she had to communicate with the two guys at the mansion, she simply had to whisper to her own chest and it was good. Other than that, she had one earphone discreetly hidden in her right ear. Her long blue hair also did a pretty good job at hiding her ear. In the end, Titan hugging Cynthia during the masked dance was the final cover for the plan to work well. He totally didn’t mind hugging and caressing her big titties.

Titan wore a jade green masquerade mask, a yellow bow-tie and a classic, black and white suit specifically designed for his snake species.

The two danced together in the crowd of filthy rich people for half an hour. They occasionally went to the bar together to get stuff to drink. While Titan drank a lot of alcohol, Cynthia simply drank water or fake drank alcohol so she would keep her senses sharp. Despite having to be part of the night event for a while now, there was still no sign of Néné, Gerald’s daughter. She was nowhere to be seen, just like The Count himself. Cynthia was still amazed by this place. The bright pink walls recalled her the colour of bubble-gums. Even the ball-room smelled like it at times. If this wasn’t the home of the man who abducted her employer’s daughter, she could almost see herself enjoying spending time here. Cynthia slowly and sensually ate one olive that served as the decoration for one drink she, in the end, faked to drink. She simply contented herself of eating the olive and then placed the glass back on the bar where she originally took it.

“Papa to Blue Heart. Are you reading me?” Gerald tried to communicate with her.

“I am. What’s up?’’ she murmured to her constantly jiggling, unsupported breasts as she walked in the ball-room.

“Routine checkup on the situation. Did you see my daughter thus far?”

“Negative. Not yet, sir,” she told him.

“I see... Is Mister Oboa behaving for the moment?”

“He is, Papa. He is,” she confirmed as she closely observed the snake Saurius enjoying his beverage.

“Alright. Good. Please update when you’ll see my daughter.”

“No problem.’’ When Titan was done drinking his drink as he stood a few feet away from Cynthia, she came up to him and grabbed his right hand.

“Ready for another dance, honey?” She cutely asked him with a sexy, playful smile on her face.

“I guess... Honey…” He said as he didn’t seem to keen on the idea of dancing with her again. He still accepted to grab her hand and followed her back in the crowd of dancers in the room.

Not too long after starting to dance again, two large doors slowly and loudly opened up at the top of a mountain of dark pink stars at the end of the room. The romantic music that currently played suddenly stopped. Everybody looked up. A Saurius man came out of those two big doors. The Pterosaur Count slowly appeared out of the darkness behind the doors. He was finally there. He wore a beautiful late Victorian era brown, red, and beige suit with a top hat and a silver chain. His wings were both tucked in his back. He held a female hand in his left one. This person slowly came out of the same darkness than he did a second ago. Just like Cynthia expected it, this person was a woman Urzax.

It was Néné.

But she looked absolutely nothing like the Néné she saw on the photos her Father handed to her. Instead of looking like a nice, rich brat kind of young woman, she now looked like a sexy imperialist captain. Captain was a big word here, she wasn’t really. It was only a titular ghost rank for her. She wasn’t a solider in the Empire. She was much more like mascot. A voluptuous, immensely sexy Mascot for the troops to be excited and motivated by. She wore a crimson red large Victorian-looking hat with a Dinosaur skull on it, a silver Tyrannosaurus Rex skull. She also wore red latex gloves, a tight leotard suit, skirt, and long boots that were basically glorified stockings. Everything was mostly of the same dark crimson red colour. Different silver Angelic-like motifs garnered the leotard suit, giving her nice fluffy, wing-like emblems to her uniform. Light silver accents made the edges of the hat, the suit, the gloves, the skirt, and the stockings pop against the dark red. Her big tits and her cleavage were heavily showcased. She was absolutely the only masked bride that night except for Cynthia that looked this sexualize. Almost as if she was the only one allowed to do so which was made very curious since indeed was The Count’s masked bride of this year. Her beautiful dark skin was shining as she stood under the bright lights on the ceiling as she followed her new partner. Her white hair jiggled in her back as she moved. The participants of the event all looked amazed by her presence.

The Count moved forward and addressed his loyal band of friends.

“Members of our society. Thank you for coming to this year’s masked ball. It’s such a great opportunity to be seeing each other and to dance together once more. I’m glad to be seeing and meeting this year’s masked brides and husbands. Let’s all do business together!” He kindly demanded to his friends. Almost two seconds after he said the word: ‘demanded’, music was back in the room. A totally different kind of music than earlier. This time, it was more aggressive, more electric, a different tone than before.

“Papa! Papa! She is here! I repeat! She’s here!” Cynthia loudly said to her breasts in agitation and excitement, communicating with Gerald.

And suddenly. Just before Gerald could respond to her, the lights in the ball-room quickly shut off for a few seconds, then, flashes, and then came back. When the lights were fully back in the room, all the people present at the event had shifted their main occupation from classic, romantic dancing to hardcore fucking. Cynthia stood at the center of the room, looking extremely surprised as she discovered that she was basically right all along. This secret event was indeed meant to be served for kinky, perverted things. Some of the masked husbands were currently getting fucked by their own masked wives with dildos and strap-ons. Others simply enjoyed getting dominated in every BDSM ways. Other pockets of the group were simply getting into gang-bangs. This was a pure and disgusting orgy. And Cynthia was already slowly starting to enjoy it.

The Count and his bride observed the orgy from this above point of view.

Néné was the first one among the couple to notice Cynthia who was still standing in the middle of this, not fucking just yet. The white-haired daughter noticed how sexualize her outfit was, clearly competing with her which no longer truly mattered since most women in the room were now entirely naked anyway.

“Honey, do you know who she is? Who invited her?” Néné said while pointing Cynthia with her index finger. She noticed that she was suddenly getting pointed by the person she was hired to find and rescue.

“Are you sure? Is this truly her?” Gerald said to her.

“I’m... Pretty... Sure…” She slowly answered out loud.

“What do you mean by pretty sure” He sought clarifications.

“She is... With... Titan... This is his new masked bride I guess. Nothing to worry about my dear,” The Count told his new wife.

“You told me I was supposed to be the only one to dress slutty,” she argued.

“Does it still truly matters now? Everyone except her is naked at this point.”

“Exactly! I want to see her naked, as well,” Néné said.

“Let’s go see her, then,” The count said as he grabbed Néné in his arms and jumped off the bright pink balcony they were previously standing on. The Pterosaur Saurius stretched his wings in big motion, batted them and flew up to her while carrying Néné.

“Repeat! Is this really my daughter?” Gerald yelled through the hidden microphone.

“Sorry, Papa. I’ll have to cease communication for a little while and to call you back,” Cynthia informed him as observed The Count flying closer and closer to them dangerously fast.

“What? What do you mean?” He said before she turned off the communication with him, not wanting to run the risk for the two to hear the voice. Especially since Néné could maybe hear and recognize her Father’s voice. Cynthia quickly dove one of her hands down her cleavage and shut off the communicator that was linked to the earphone in her ear.

The Count reached their position and gracefully landed on the floor next to them like an Angel. He delicately deposited Néné on her feet before coming up to his old friend, Titan.

“Titan! Old mate! It has been a while!”

“It has. How are you?” Titan answered.

“Pretty good. Glad you could make it tonight this year as well.”

“I would never miss such an event.”

“You already met my new masked bride, Néné here. But I do not think I ever met your new wife. She truly doesn’t ring a bell” To be honest, I thought you selected Anna, the Utahraptor lady for this year’s masked ball,” The Count asked.

“Things changed…” Titan simply said. Not getting into too many details. Getting to the point, not revealing too much information, being very careful so the gang wouldn’t let him die later on.

“Very well…”

“Oh! Pardon me! Her name is Cyn…” Titan was about to slip before she discreetly but hardly pulled his tail to remind him not to reveal her true name.

“...Ouch! Um... The name of my new bride is The Blue Heart…” He quickly corrected himself under the pressure. She violently pulled on his tail, which meant that she pulled on his dick. No wonder why it hurt him so much. Not too long after he retracted his comment and switched from ‘Cynthia’ to ‘The Blue Heart’, she rewarded him by softly stroking his tail. She offered him this not so discreet hand-job which clearly calmed him down.

“Um... A masked name for a masked face. I adore it. I see that you too are pretty close already. Are you ready to debut the ritual impregnation?” The Count said with a wry but comforting smile on his face.

What? ‘Ritual Impregnation’? What is that all about? Titan never said anything about this...

“Entirely…” Titan said with apparent confidence.

“Good…” The Count said. He seemed reassured.

“I should lend her to you one of those days, pal…” Titan told his old friend.

“How come?”

“She is a real slut that one…” Titan had the balls to say that out loud as his life was on the line. Cynthia was surprised at first. Happily surprised to hear this. First off, it was a really good way to make their relationship feel more real, calling each other names like this, but also… It honestly turned her on. Under her mask, she blushed a little a few seconds after she heard Titan call her a slut.

“I see. I can easily imagine that…” The Count confirmed as he turned his head at The Blue Heart and smiled to her.

“Oh! A total whore. I can’t believe she’s now sucking someone’s dick right now already. Slutty-babe here keeps asking me about making her babies, but here’s the thing, I fuck a lot of different girls, I don’t only fuck my wife, you know…” Titan double-dipped. Cynthia blushed even more.

“And it’s not only a fake story for our cover, Miss… I’m truly going to get you pregnant. You can’t escape my wrath…” Titan directly whispered to her in her ear.

Right there, Cynthia started releasing much more eggs in her womb. Her ovaries couldn’t resist any longer. Her body felt like she somehow needed to get the hell out of here and to have this now infamous impregnation happen for real. Why not after all? That could be a lot of fun. Having snake Saurius babies. Cynthia was now being led by her feelings and her ovaries. But maybe it was a pretty good thing for the core of this undercover mission.

“Is this right?” The Count asked The Blue Heart.

“Only partially… Titan is pretty wild as well. He kept wanting to stop on the side of the road on our way here…” The Blue Heart spoke.

“Stopping on the side of the road? What for?” The Count was very intrigue. Titan was as well. He was surprised she even said something in the same vein as his recent lies. Keeping up with him.

The Blue Heart slowly stepped closer to The Count.

“He, of course, had to fuck me over and over again on our way here. Daddy couldn’t leave me and my holes alone for a minute.” She whispered to The Count. Titan easily managed to overhear this. Cynthia kind of wanted him to hear anyway. If the blood of a snake could turn hot, Titan’s blood would be boiling hot right now. His body hardened and his rings constricted a little after hearing what she just said. Simply hearing her calling him ‘Daddy’, was true music to his ears.

“Okay! I’m sold! Mind if I borrow her for a little while?” Néné asked Titan’s permission, totally felt like what The Blue Heart said got her horn just as much.

“No problem.” The snake Saurius answered. In a flash, Néné stepped closer to Cynthia as Titan fully disconnected himself from her. The white-haired daughter made a wall between her and her husband. Without asking Cynthia any form of permission, she sensually grabbed her head and proceeded to kiss her. This kiss on her lips quickly became a lusty session of making out as nearly everybody around them was already banging in this vast orgy as if there was no tomorrow. This was how Cynthia found herself in a situation where she was french kissed with the tongue by the ‘innocent’ person she was supposed to rescue in the first place. She didn’t truly know what to do except to accept what was going on so it wouldn’t blow up her cover. She even slowly started enjoying the fact that she was basically moving love with Gerald’s daughter’s tongue. The making outlasted for about two minutes before it stopped.

“The moon is rising into the dark sky. This is time,” The Count reminded Titan.

“Let’s do it, then,” his friend said. Not too long after the meeting with The Count, the four quickly started to join the ritualistic orgy. The Count was fucking his white-haired wife and Titan banging his bride. The four all remained together, very close to each other at the center of the ball-room, at the center of the orgy. With his two snake dicks, Titan currently had the opportunity to penetrate both of her holes at the same time, her pussy and her butt-hole. The two couples shared the same exact sex pose in which the two women were sitting on the floor on their four, receiving their partners, dogie-style. They all fucked in this position for a while, fifteen minutes straight of pure, intense fucking. Cynthia had to do it in order to keep her cover intact and give her an opportunity to rescue Néné as soon as possible. But this time, there was no condom that was going to stop Titan to impregnate Cynthia tonight. The snake Saurius was fully taking advantage of the situation. Yes, he wasn’t revealing anything or blowing up Cynthia’s cover but he was totally getting what he wanted from her two weeks ago back at his tavern.

Oh, gosh... It has been at least twenty minutes now since we started taking part in this orgy. When is this gonna end? When is he going to impregnate me so it is all over?

“That’s okay! You no longer have to hold it, honey. You can cum into me. You can impregnate me now if you want to,” Cynthia insisted.

“Oh! You’re so silly, Blue Heart. This is far from being over. This is only the very beginning of the night. He is not going to cum inside of you just once. And he won’t be the only one to do so as well! This is the scared reproductive night, baby! This is the night we are making perfectly and organically engineered soldiers for the great Empire! I have a feeling that we’re gonna be such big, best friends forever. I knew it when I first saw you in the room. I knew we would be good friends simply telling from the way you dressed slutty!”

The perverted Néné told Cynthia.

While the undercover detective directly preferred men rather than women, discovering that Néné was such a slutty whore turned her on. Her steaming body released a lot of different pressuring tensions, as if a little bit of the heavy weights on her shoulders were being removed. Since Néné revealed herself to be such a dirty whore, it could potentially be a lot easier for the investigator to play this game and to get to become friendly with her. Despite the fact that Néné couldn’t get Cynthia pregnant, the young girl still turned her on very much. While she didn’t completely knew it herself, her body was sending her signals. Her body knew that she was developing a thing for the girl that she was tasked to rescue. She could totally see herself in a threesome with her or even one-on-one sometimes after all this.