DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 22: Valkyrie + New Cynthia Illustration

Hello everyone! 

Today, a new DNA Valkyrie chapter. I hope you are going to enjoy it. Not only that, today, we also have a brand new illustration for Cynthia, our main character. For me, being able to commission an artist to have Cynthia brought to life again in an artwork was only made possible because of you, your support and your donation. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Let me know what future illustrations you would like to see next. 

The artist who made today's illustration and its two variants is Byakkun8181. Please check him out and tell him I sent you, his Deviantart right here: https://www.deviantart.com/byakkun8181

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CHAPTER 22: VALKYRIE

Cynthia Widdowfield remained in a stable, but comatose state for the next week. She didn’t eat, and she didn’t have to be fed either, even through ordinary medical means, because the fossil bra was doing all the work for them.

It was feeding her.

Which was pretty ironic considering how hard she’d struggled to obtain something to eat since losing her job and home. Now that she was basically ‘linked’ to this brassiere she was unconsciously able to access an exclusive buffet of nutrients twenty-four-seven. All of this was being done through skin contact with the mysterious ‘Valkyrie’ prototype that had fused itself to her massive breasts.

Of course, it wasn’t real food that was being transferred to her through the pores of her nipples. Or rather, it was energy. Nutrients of pure vitality that came in a liquid form colored ‘powder blue’. When examined up close, this liquid looked like a mix between milk and semen. A abundantly thick substance. The transferal method in play was virtually the reverse of producing and secreting maternal milk out of a woman’s breasts. It was seeping inside instead of leaking outside. The liquid, while administered through her breasts, didn't stay isolated there for long. It was evenly distributed throughout her blood stream to her whole body as would be the case with normal food once digested.

As a result, Cynthia now looked healthier than she had one week ago, despite a serious lack of exercise due to her bed ridden state. Truth be told, her circumstances had caused her to lose several pounds of weight over the days leading up to her ‘invasion’ of Gerald’s Manor.  But now that she had a friend to take care of her, she had regained most of the weight she had lost. She looked great.

Though being in this suspended state did no good for the development of her fertilized eggs, Cynthia’s body had still made some progress on that front as well. After this week alone, her tits, hips, and belly were all visibly larger.

Her dark blue and winter mood silver masquerade mask had finally been removed from her face. She was now wearing a hospital-looking outfit that was specifically designed to be fully transparent so that her body could be easily seen underneath. It consisted of a transparent t-shirt and pants. Alongside her usual blue thong, the fossil bra could be perfectly seen beneath the top so, in case of a medical emergency, Sebastian would instantly notice if something was wrong.

It was now three-thirty-four in the afternoon on a Friday. Cynthia was currently being fed again by the rocky brassiere. Sebastian knew all about the Valkyrie prototype's life-support functions. He was in the bedroom with her, monitoring her health.

There it goes! Feeding her again. He thought as he suddenly heard jerking, squirting noises coming from her chest. Sebastian was writing notes on a pad as he noticed the noises. He quickly turned his head towards the patient to check if everything was okay. He was often afraid something would go wrong during the feeding process in particular. But for now, everything seemed to be proceeding within the bounds of a successful fusion process. Or at least, more successful when compared to any other patient they had observed. He was afraid she would at some point get overfed which would cause some issues regarding how much her breasts could ingest in one day. Overfeeding was a strong possibility at this point. Luckily for Cynthia, her boobs could clearly take a lot. This was something Sebastian learned pretty quickly over the last few days. He had also observed that the feeding process would usually occur within the same window of time each day. Three-thirty-four seemed about right to him.

“How is she?” A masculine voice was heard through a speaker near the butler. It was Gerald.

“Not so well…” Sebastian quietly answered.

“What did you say?”

“The prototype is taking over her. She’s done well to make it this far, but she won’t be strong enough to regain consciousness if we let it carry on for too much longer.” He said with a clearer and louder tone in his voice this time.

“But she survived until now. We can’t afford to lose her. We went through this together multiple times before,” Gerald insisted.

“I know, I know, but despite having survived a lot longer than the others, we have no guarantee she’s going to make it all the way. I think it’s best if we intervene...”

“You said it was feeding her.”

“Because it is! It has been feeding her for the past few days, but here’s the thing. It is beginning to overfeed her. She is currently being injected with way too much Dinosaur nutrients. I believe it’s thanks to the size of her breasts that she’s been able to take it this far. However, at this rate, she’ll—”

“—She’ll what, Sebastian?”

“She’ll overdose with the nutritive, dino semen she’s being fed through her nipples…”

“You’re right to be worried about that, but I’m afraid you’re underestimating the size and overall mass of our new subject… Take one more look at her breasts! Be realistic for a minute. We’ve never had someone like her before. Her tits are huge. About ten times the size of the other ones. It matters. Her breasts can store a lot more nutrients than our past subjects. It’s a fact. It gives hope,” Gerald tried to be as positive as possible.

“It’s true, sir, but...” The butler confirmed while turning around to face and look at the busty patient.

“... But…?”

“...There is something else I haven’t mentioned yet that I just recently discovered,” Sebastian kept saying.

“What is it?”

“She’s pregnant, sir…”

“Pregnant?” Gerald said, astonishingly surprised.

“Yes, master...”

“Um... What can we do? Can we save them all? Can we save Miss Widdowfield and her...?” Gerald nervously asked.

“I’m afraid that would be impossible, sir.”

“I see... Then I agree that the best option would be for us to interrupt the process. Do whatever you can to try and save them, but she must survive. She must remain our priority.”

“Understood,” Sebastian said while slowly walking closer to Cynthia’s bed.

Nightfall.

After working on her for the entire day, Sebastian did another reading of her scans. The data in front of him confirmed his suspicions. Her coma was finally about to end. The butler had warned his boss that her awakening was imminent. Gerald was currently sitting on a chair next to her while Sebastian paced around the room, working from station to station to make sure her ‘return’ would be as soon and as smooth as possible.

Gerald watched over her for a long time and at some point finally saw her moving her eyes. They twitched. She was just about to wake up.

“Sebastian!” He said to his butler that obviously did a lot more than his title indicated. He stopped and looked at Cynthia as well. She ultimately woke up. The first thing she saw while opening her eyes was the old, Saurius man.

“Welcome back.” He said.

“What... What happened...?” She softly asked.

“How are you feeling my dear?”

“Like shit…” She responded.

“It should get better soon. We are working on that part,” Gerald informed and tried to reassure her.

“Answer me... What happened?” She asked once more.

“Well... According to our surveillance cameras, you infiltrated the mansion through a window, obviously, and entered the laboratory. There, you attempted to steal—”

“—Shut up! Stop! I remember now. It wasn’t an infiltration, I actually had no intention of stealing stuff from you... I’m not a thief. I catch them. Sometimes… No. I wanted to talk to you. I changed my mind. I want to take the case,” Cynthia impolitely interrupted the old Saurius.

“Is that so?” He answered, curious.

“But then, I was attacked…” She suddenly stopped herself from talking as she started to remove the transparent, medical shirt she wore. She didn’t want to keep this tight piece of clothing on her body. It made her feel as if she was suffocating. She finally removed the shirt and accidentally threw it in Sebastian’s face as she was not paying attention. Now sitting upright, her big, freshly released boobs bounced from right to left but with more resistance than she had initially expected. That's when she felt it, the soft yet rigid fossil bra that was still attached to her chest. It momentarily emitted the same bright, amber light as before when the shirt slid off of her body.

“What the fuck is this? It is still attached to my tits? How?” She quickly started panicking as she yelled in the bedroom.

“I’m sorry to announce that it has roughly been a week since the accident in the laboratory. It was a big mistake. I personally want to apologize for it. It seems like one of our last prototypes had escaped its cage... But despite all the bad things that came with the specimen you’re wearing right now, there are some unique advantages that came with it as well…” Gerald told her.

“Like what? Look at me! It won’t come off!” She yelled at him while desperately trying to tear the fossil brassiere off of her chest. It never worked.

“We secretly engineered multiple prototypes like the one you are linked to right now. They were all meant to be connected to heavily sick patients. Men or women. Human, Saurius, and Urzax. We had wearable fossil bras for females and physically augmented, rock jockstraps for the males. The prototypes were meant to save those patients from their terminal illnesses. Someone like me for example. But instead of helping them, they all severally worsened their situations. None of them were in any sate to survive the bonding process. Some of them died within the hour after initial contact. In retrospect, it was a terrible idea that we had completely abandoned. But then you show up, you make a connection, and you’re still here. Alive and well,” he explained to her.

“I don’t feel ‘alive and well’ at all…” She said while coughing and still trying to take the bra off of her chest.

“You should probably stop attempting to remove it from your body. It’s useless. Only one thing can make it go away. Only one, single thing can make it automatically fall off your chest,” Sebastian informed her as he stepped into their conversation. By now, he had, of course, removed the transparent shirt from his face.

“What is it?” She asked.

“A powerful orgasm.” He answered.

“What?” she responded, all confused.

“It was built to respond to the sexual activities of the patient. Satisfy yourself, and in doing so you will satisfy the prototype at the same time, therefore, making it release its grasp on you,” Sebastian kept explaining to her.

“It’s that simple?” She asked.

“But there’s something you still need to know... This project of ours was labeled as Project Valkyrie, and this process, if successfully completed, would have brought you untold benefits. However due to... ‘complications’, we had no choice but to intervene before the final stages. In your current state, if you keep this brassiere away from your chest for too long, your health would then be at a huge risk. It could easily deteriorate to a critical point,” Gerald hurried himself to tell her.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because due to this prototype you’re wearing right now, your biological identity has been tampered with. You’re no longer the same. You’re no longer Human. Not fully that is. You have been crossed with Dinosaur-infused DNA. And if you don’t wear it enough, this new Dinosaur side of you is going to take over. Right now. While wearing this bra, there is a balance being maintained—” Sebastian explained her before getting interrupted with Cynthia violently hitting the wall behind her with her first. She immediately showcased her new new found, enhanced strength by making a huge hole in the wall. Most of it was now cracked with large fissures.

“—Take me somewhere where I can fuck something so I can take this thing off.” The angry Cynthia growled at them as they observed her. Sebastian, a little taken aback by this sudden display, quickly stepped away from her.

“What do you mean? You want to fuck someone at this very moment?” The butler asked her, wanting to make sure that he had heard her right, that she was ready to have sex this soon.

“You just said it yourself. I need an orgasm to take this off. So… Care to help me with that part?” Cynthia was on the offensive. She asked Sebastian for sex and it automatically confirmed his theory that she would make a speedy recovery. As Cynthia stared at him with assaulting eyes, Sebastian awkwardly gulped, backing away some more. He had no idea if he even had the right to have sex with one of Gerald’s subjects. Even thought it would have been for strictly medical reasons.

“Um… Forget it if you’re not interested!”

He was, but had no idea how to communicate it, especially with his master sitting right there, seemingly unfazed by this display of sexual assertiveness from their patient. “How about toys then, huh?” She asked.

“Don’t stand there doing nothing, Sebastian! Hand them to her now!” His superior ordered him.

“Right…” The butler fetched a large steel tray from a nearby table and placed it on Cynthia’s beside cabinet. There were three huge sex-toys on top of the tray. Three dildos. One red, one yellow and one green all about the same size. She reached for the green toy first.

“Dildos… True sex-toys… It has been so long since the last time I had my hands on one of those. I still remember when The Empire suddenly imposed their horrifying tax boost on all sex-toys one day. It was a sad day… I could no longer afford to keep mine let alone purchase new ones” She said as she quickly opened her legs extremely wide. Tearing a hole in her thin, transparent pants and pulling aside her thong to make way, she started rubbing the tip of the green dildo all over her clitoris, teasing herself for a bit… To an onlooker, she might have appeared insane, but Cynthia was genuinely happy to have private access to such a tool once again.

“I remember that as well. Particularly brazen of them, that was. Obviously part of their plan to incentivize reproduction and bolster the number of offspring being born... Speaking of offspring...  No. No… Forget it… Now is not the best time…” Gerald stopped himself in the moment. He then ceased talking and contented himself to gaze at the beautiful detective masturbating as she slowly slid the dildo inside her pussy.

“What do you mean? What were you about to say?” She was no longer entirely listening right now. She was a little preoccupied.

“Nothing. He wasn’t about to say anything. But since you brought it up, I too recall soldiers being sent to confiscate large numbers of the restricted items during the implementation of those tax laws. Quite a waste of resources if you ask me, The Empire is so over-the-top with the enforcement of their laws. Ironic considering how corrupt their police and armed forces are. I heard there were even some districts where the possession of such toys where banned altogether, regardless of whether you could afford to keep them or not. Though that was just a rumor...” Sebastian desperately tried to change subject to make sure Cynthia wouldn’t learn about her miscarriage just yet, especially when she appeared to be in an oddly aggressive state right now. Luckily for them, she was completely lost in her masturbation. Her face quickly flushed with red as she grabbed a second dildo from the plate, the yellow one. She also slid it into her vagina, right underneath the green one. Cynthia, riding on a high of lust, tried to reach for the third toy, but wasn’t able to from her position. She was lying a little too far from it as the remaining dildo accidentally rolled away from her.

“Need a hand?” Sebastian said as he picked up the red sex-toy and held it in front of her, helping her as best as he could. Her eyes glimmered as she decided to open her mouth and lean forward. She swallowed the red dildo as the butler kept it steady in the air, keeping it aimed in her direction. Of course, while this did nothing to physically stimulate her, this lewd, over-sexualized display performed in front of these two men, practically strangers, did wonders for her libido. She closed her lips around it tightly and began sucking on it as she constantly pushed the two others in and out of her pussy. Naturally, Cynthia couldn’t contain her arousal causing her to moan uncontrollably. Gerald perversely watched. He looked incredibly entertained. It had been a long time since this old man had last had the pleasure himself.  Cynthia’s vagina and throat quickly self lubricated the toys, causing them to become slippery and easier to use. Although she was enjoying herself, something seemed off. She'd been at it for a while now, yet still couldn't quite feel herself edging any closer to her desired climax. Usually, she was able to build up to a solid rhythm of ecstasy with her fingers by this stage. It was almost as if her pleasure receptors had become... Numb.

“Because of your recent comatose state, you might be having a bit of trouble reaching an orgasm right away...” Sebastian declared as he kept holding the red dildo in the air for her to passionately suck on. He had been watching her eyes to make their situation seem more professional, and in doing so had detected that she was experiencing some difficulties.

“Hummm, indeed. But that does give me an idea… Perhaps we should introduce her to him…” Gerald asked himself out loud.