DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 31: The Return

CHAPTER 31: THE RETURN

Cynthia knocked at the main, front door of the mansion but sadly got no response. She knocked a few more times but didn’t change anything. The door was locked so she decided to do just like last time and to climb up a window. It didn’t take her too long to get back to the phantom thief persona or roots she sported once before the first time she came back here.

She made a spider out of herself as she climbed up one of the sides of the mansion, opened a window and slid her voluptuous body through it.

Shoomp!

She successfully managed to land on a nearby couch once she came inside.

However, something a tiny bit different occurred this time.

While no one suspected her to infiltrate herself into Gerald’s home recently in the past, Cynthia was very surprised to be greeted by the butler of the place.

“Welcome back, detective,” Sebastian told her as he poured fresh and warm chamomile tea into a cute porcelain cup with a vast amount of beautiful pastel orange flowers all over it.

Almost immediately after hearing Sebastian welcoming her, she accidentally fell backward on her butt on the couch, her feet slipping off from the furniture as she was suddenly surprised. She was alright, of course. She was mostly simply scared at first. She jumped.

“Sebastian?”

“Yes?” He calmly replied.

“I don’t get it, how did you knew I was going to come from the window?” She said as she stood up from the couch and ran towards the tall, intimidating but ultimately very friendly butler.

“Again, you mean? If I count correctly, this is your second time doing such a thing. Since your first ninja entry, I’ve been making sure to keep that window unlocked at all time so you could always get in,” he explained her.

“Um... Thank you... I guess…” She said, unsure what to think, what to say...

“You’re welcome. But it begs the question, detective. Why not use the front door?”

“Well, maybe because it brings up another question in the first place, butler. Why not leave it unlocked as well if you would prefer me to use it instead?” She declared.

“What are you talking about? The front door is always unlocked,” he told her while handing her the cute cup of tea he filled up when he first heard her come through the window.

“Oh? Really? Would like to go take a look with me?” She asked him as she accepted the cup of tea, she grabbed it.

And the butler opened the front door of the mansion. Fully demonstrated to her that it was indeed not locked.

“I swear to the ancient Dinosaur Gods, Sebastian... That door was locked two minutes ago,” she almost begged him to believe her.

“Sure it was…”

“What? What do you mean? Did you unlock it while I was climbing up the window or something?” She questioned him.

“No. That’s not what I meant. Perhaps you thought it was locked.” They kept direct eye-contact for a few seconds while Sebastian slowly moved the teapot he had in his hands closer to his chest almost as if he was somehow using it to protect himself from. Using it a shield. After all, without taking his constant serious facial expression and overall aura into consideration, he was just another guy. And Cynthia was the kind of woman that could involuntarily intimidate a person unprepared for her temperament.

“Do you truly want me to get mad...?” She slowly and quietly asked him.

“Enough!” A loud, alerting voice broke up the two in their conflict. They both turned around and saw the wise Gerald walking towards them with the help of his cane.

“Master…” Sebastian said while looking down at the ground.

“Enough?” Cynthia asked, confused.

“Enough,” Gerald repeated.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you find out something about your daughter?” Obviously expecting a direct and concrete answer from the private investigator he recently hired.

Gerald sat down on one of the two couches that surrounded a nice coffee table with a beautiful granite top. Cynthia sat in front of her employer on a different couch while the butler served a chamomile tea to his master. She gave him a quick but detailed report as they were having tea time together. Gerald kept his eyes closed for the most part while listening to her. He nodded at multiple occasions. Steam partially constructed a wall between the two, a steamy filter that almost gave the impression that there was some kind of disconnect between the two persons.

“So, does that mean you are close?” Gerald asked.

“That’s... That’s not what I just said... At all…”

“Find her!”

“This is exactly what I’m trying to do. But now at least we have something more concrete. We have a lead.”

“But she’s not here... You didn’t find her. Go back. Find my daughter,” pressured and rushed, she started feeling a little bad about even sitting here on the couch, enjoying the tea that was handed to her. She felt like she was wasting time. Drinking tea instead of looking for the lost young woman. She finished her sip of tea. She inhaled and exhaled just before putting the cup of tea back on the table in front of her.

“I just got here. I wanted to update you about what I had uncovered,” she explained.

“A phone call would have sufficed. We are wasting time here. You are wasting my time, you, dumb bitch,” he declared.

“Master!” Sebastian yelled, visibly surprised. Without showing it too much, Cynthia internally felt great about being called a: ‘dumb bitch’ by her employer. Well not the ‘dumb’ part of it, but the other part for sure.

“Um?” Gerald wondered.

“This is not okay. You can’t talk to her that way.” It was almost an internal conflict for her. She liked being called a bitch by Gerald, but she also loved being defended by Sebastian. She thought it was hot.

“Yes I can.”

“Perhaps your ex-wife was right... Perhaps she was right when she said that you’ve grown into a nagging old man with the years,” Sebastian said to his own employer.

“How dare you bring my wife up. Seems like you are forgetting your place, butler,” he said as she stood up, getting ready to confront his own employee that ultimately was much more than only a simple employee, but also a real friend that could be honest with him whether he liked it or not.

“You’re not my boss. We’re friends,” he explained.

“That… We are…”

“Listen to me, now. Listen to her. Cynthia is helping you find her. Make sure you don’t misbehave with her.”

“Sure. Whatever. I’ll maybe behave better with her when she finds my daughter…”

“Thank you, Sebastian, but it’s fine. He’s right. I need to get back to work now. Thank you for receiving me and for the tea,” she said as she stood up from the couch and handed the cup of tea back to the butler.

Fucking asshole... I better get paid what he promised me for this. I don’t mind the abuse and the tantrum from time to time, but this old crackpot better make all of this worth it. I still can’t believe I’m his last chance to figure out what happened. This is so strange that they are exclusively counting on me to do this... She thought.

“No. Don’t go. As you said, you just got here,” Sebastian insisted for her to stay for a little while. “You should rest here before heading back,” he kept telling her.

She slowly turned back to the butler with her eyes closed and with a nice, but quite faint smile on her face.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Anyway, I don’t think your employer would appreciate it if I stayed any longer. And I totally get it. It’s all fine. If I had a big, luxurious castle like this, I wouldn’t want a dirty, little girl like to me to stick around too long. Crashing the place.”

“Crashing the place? Don’t listen to him. He’s really sick. He’s not all there in his head. He doesn’t know what he’s saying—”

“—I’m still here, you know?” Gerald said as he stood behind one of the couches in the living room.

“Don’t mind him too much,” Sebastian said.

“Okay. Everything good. Bye,” Cynthia was soon about to run out of the room and then also out of the mansion before she was stopped once more by the tall butler.

“Hold on!” She sighed. She was getting bored of this.

“What is it?” Truly bored of this.

“Just one sec. You can leave but I would like to do something for you first before you go.”

“Okay. What is it?” Sebastian quickly walked behind her as she stood motionless for a moment, her back facing him. He lifted the bottom part of the beige trench coat, revealing what she was wearing under it, the ultra-mini skirt that had sadly been ruined earlier during her investigation. Cynthia was currently wearing it but she had a very poor job at putting the piece of clothing back together. Simply moving it a little bit could potentially make it fall again.

“Hey, what are you doing? You’re not usually the type of guys that would do such a thing... Not that I mind if you know what I mean…” Cynthia kept talking as she felt Sebastian lifting her trench coat to look underneath it. She obviously thought Sebastian wanted to get a closer look at her and her beautiful body.

“I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it after noticing it…”

“Noticing what?” The private investigator smoothly and sensually replied, directly still thinking the man was interested in her charms.

“Your skirt! It is all messed up! Again! What happened to it?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, I totally forgot about that… The new skirt you got for me… Something happened to it…”

A beat.

A few seconds passed as she was processing what had just happened. He wasn’t directly interested in her. He was much more interested in what she was wearing and the accident that happened to it today. Cynthia grew disappointed in a weird way. She quickly lowered her head and closed her eyes. Lots of her beautiful blue hair covered her face as she moved.

“Cynthia? Are you okay?” Sebastian seemed a little worried.

“Yeah... Yeah... I’m fine…”

“So, what happened to your skirt? Were you attacked or something like that?”

“I was! Actually. Yes. By fast-moving predators that appeared to be nesting in the woods all around the mansion. They stalked me not too long after hitting the road following our meeting. I was fortunate enough to escape thanks to the DNA Valkyrie prototype. Something weird happened with it. I forgot about it until now. But I need to tell you what happened. As for the skirt, it wasn’t even that. It was an accident that happened at the park afterward…”

“Hold on… Hold on… Too much information at once. The Deinonychus are back?” He asked her, worried.

“The what?”

“The fast-moving creatures you saw?”

“Yes… It’s what they’re called?”

“Yes. I’m surprised you managed to escape them. They’re deadly. I spent years trying to get rid of them. I thought I exterminated all of them, but it seems like some of them survived and even started populating again…”

“Deadly? You can say that again, buddy. They almost killed me. I didn’t even took the chance to walk outside when I just came back…”

“You didn’t walk? What did you do then?” Gerald, now visibly concerned, approached and questioned her.

“Oh! I had to offer a blow-job to the bus driver, so he would make a detour and drop me right in front of the mansion. The least I could say is that it was well worth it…”

A short beat.

Silence as the two men stared at her.

“I should have thought of it. I am not surprised this is what you did. But you did the right thing. Glad you’re alive.” Sebastian commented.

“We will have to take care of this…” Gerald said, clearly meaning that Sebastian will have to exterminate a lot more of them. Soon.

“So, what did you say happened exactly with the prototype?” Gerald continued talking.

“I don’t really know. As one of the creatures jumped at me, it entered in contact with it. Touched it. Then, a strong, blinding light came out of it and the creature was suddenly projected away from me. As if…”

“... It protected you?” Gerald proposed.

“Yes… Exactly…”

“That’s really good.”

“How come?”

“It means the soul in the prototype is comfortable in your body. Comfortable and happy enough it is ready to protect you.” Gerald explained.

“That’s… Crazy… It’s really what happened?” She asked as she touched the rocky brassiere.

“It is.” Gerald confirmed.

“You said they were chasing after you and then they were stopped by the prototype. I have a feeling they might have been after the device in the first place in a way…” Sebastian suggested.

“What do you mean?” Cynthia asked.

“Well, roughly four times a year, Deinonychus tend to gather together to mate. Perhaps they were attracted to the prototype for some territorial reason, thinking the soul of the Dilophosaurus in the brassiere was trespassing on their territory as soon as you left the mansion.”

“That would make sense actually…” Cynthia agreed.

“I wonder why they’re back here in general tough…” Gerald said.

“But you said something about mating… You meant them trying to mate with the soul of the…?” Cynthia asked.

“Oh, no, no, no… That’s not what I meant. I meant trying to mate with you.” Sebastian spelled out for her.

“With me? Um… Glad that little buddy here had my back then,” Cynthia smiled.

“Yes. That is all good news! But just to come back to your skirt for a short moment…” Sebastian interrupted them. He seemed to be obsessed with her skirt. “See... Are you truly sure the Deinonychus aren’t responsible for this? Because it seems like your skirt has been torn apart and divided into two pieces. And that the two pieces are only hanging together with a minuscule string... It doesn’t look like an accident as you mentioned earlier. Looks like a simple, delicate touch could…” Sebastian continued. He bent forward and delicately touched the skirt as he was trying to find out how could this torn skirt could still be wearable. When his index finger entered in contact with her skirt, the whole thing automatically fell apart like a fragile house of cards. The skirt completely got separated into two different pieces as it fell at her feet. “... Make the whole thing fall apart…” He only finished his sentence a few seconds after she had been undressed.

At that point, Gerald had left them and the room for at least a good minute...

Later on, Sebastian sat on one of the couches of the living room with Cynthia’s legs lying down all over his crotch. The butler was currently working very hard, fixing her skirt for her. He made it his mission. Just like he did with her trench coat. He took out his sewing kit and started sewing her skirt. Cynthia didn’t have to be there nor to having her beautiful, sex, thick legs all over the butler, but she still did it because she felt like it was pretty comforting to be in Sebastian’s presence. Resting as he originally instructed her to. It almost seemed as if fixing her skirt was a vehicle, an excuse to stay here a bit longer and to rest. To relax.

“You know?” This is just a stupid skirt. I could have got another one instead of getting through the troubles of fixing this old one…”

“Yeah. I know. But you wouldn’t get the opportunity to sit on me if you simply got a new one.”

“Ha-ha... I guess so…”

“So, what’s next for the investigation? What are you going do following what you learned today?”

“I think I have an idea…”

And in no time.

The useful Sebastian was done sewing Cynthia’s skirt. It now looked brand new again.

“I know you can do this. I fully believe in you. Simply tell me if I can do anything to assist you in your investigation. There you go! I’m all done. Your skirt is fixed. You can put it back on now.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Cynthia suggested with the most sensual and erotic voice she could pull off. Incredibly soft and light.

Ultimately, Cynthia spent the rest of the night at the mansion before continuing her investigation the next day.