DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 45: Unmasked

CHAPTER 45: UNMASKED

When Cynthia made it to her old detective office, Titan Oboa was barely alive. He was all dehydrated. He didn’t look good. It had been a few days since Cynthia left him as she wasn’t able to go back, busy with all those other stuff that went down recently. She still wore her Blue Heart outfit as she stormed into the building of her office. The place was pretty much entirely in ruins at this point. The owner of the land probably tried to forget about it.

“Titan! Titan! Are you okay?” She begged for him to answer her but nothing…

Cynthia held the dry body of the creature that lied before her. She made an effort to support his skinny back. She hugged him. Held him against her dense chest. Since she hadn’t been in presence of a whole lot of other Saurius within the snake family, she wasn’t too sure if he was still alive. Or how she could figure it out.

His eyes were shut. He wasn’t moving. As far as she could tell, he wasn’t breathing either but to be honest, she was not entirely sure how to detect if a snake person was breathing or not.

“Is he still alive?” Sebastian asked as he entered the room. Cynthia jumped. She seemed extremely surprised to see him down here.

“I don’t know… You left the mansion?”

“I did. I wanted to come to see if you needed backup to bring him up in La Jouissance with us,” he explained. “Is he still breathing?” He asked as he knelt down on the ground right beside the private investigator.

“Not as far as I can tell… What do you think?” The butler then moved his head closer to Titan’s face and tried his best to inspect him.

A few minutes passed as he listened with his eyes closed.

“He’s still alive...”

“He is?!”

“... But barely that is…” he announced.

“What do you mean? Is he gonna be okay?”

“Still unsure. His mouth is opened a little. Listening to him, I can hear a little bit of air getting discharged from his mouth. Those are two signs that he is still alive but that he’s having a whole lot of trouble breathing. Snakes normally never keep their mouth opened like this. Ever. And they also don’t normally make those faint, cracking noises when they breathe. Only when they have trouble getting air,” Sebastian explained.

“What should we do then? We’ve got to get back to the mansion!”

“I couldn’t agree more…” He confirmed.

***

“In the end, he helped us… A lot. He deserves to live,” Cynthia stated as Gerald and Sebastian took care of Titan. In-state of emergency, they brought him to the medical department of the lab and basically plugged him to a machine. The snake Saurius was now receiving a decent amount of breathable air from a respiratory mask. His eyes were still fully closed and his skin horribly dry but the team currently did his best to make him better.

“There’s absolutely no question about it. He is one of us now. We’ll take care of him,” Gerald reassured Cynthia.

“Thank you, old man.”

“But what about Joss? He’s still at the warehouse… What should we do with him?” Quentin pointed out.

“Can he get out of the warehouse?” Gerald asked, curious.

“Nope… We locked all the exits. He can’t get out,” Quentin said.

“Then, it’s up to you but if you want to go free him now. I wouldn’t be against that at all. But in my personal opinion, it doesn’t appear to be an emergency…” Gerald gave his honest opinion on the matter.

“Especially after everything he did to Cynthia…” Sebastian knew much too well about it.

“I’m with you on that…” Quentin sided with the butler.

“He should be fine all by himself,” Cynthia agreed with the two men.

“What do we do now, then?” Gerald asked the group as he was just finishing to take care of Titan. He left the snake Saurius alone to slowly, but surely recover. Gerald walked closer to the group, one tiny step at a time as he used his crimson Spinosaurus cane (as usual) to move around.

“I think it’s pretty simple… It’s about time we close this case and go get your daughter, Gerald,” the private investigator confidently declared.

“...” The old Saurius was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. What Cynthia just said out loud clearly sounded appealing and comforting to him, but, he deeply thought Néné was out of reach now. He thought that it would be way too dangerous for them to attempt to ‘rescue’  her again.

“You hired me to investigate the disappearance of your daughter and to get her back to you. I did the former. Still got the latter one to accomplish.”

“But, how are you expecting to pull this off exactly? The Count works for our government. The empire… He has an army on his own… We have nothing compared… We even had to leave our land to get away from them… I think you’re forgetting that we are on the run…” Gerald murmured. He appeared to be about to cry.

“Exactly!” Cynthia yelled.

“Exactly, what?” Quentin asked.

“They’re expecting us to be on the run. To be trying to escape them. They’re expecting us to give up. But, they’re not expecting us to go back, right?” Cynthia explained to them.

***

In the middle of the night, Néné gave birth to her four children. The delivery occurred in the personal quarter of The Count himself. The blonde daughter of Gerald was lying down on her back on a soft bed placed in a corner of the room. A bed in which The Count banged multiple women before. Prostitutes. Sluts that he had both before and during his relationship with Néné. Infidelities. As a matter of fact, he fucked several of those prostitutes this morning. The morning of the same day his future wife would give birth to their eggs.

Néné, of course, knew about all of this. She didn’t particularly enjoy her future husband to have sex with this many, other women on this level, making her feel like she wasn’t enough. But she closed her eyes for the most part. Because she honestly loved him. That and the fact that it kind of deeply, secretly turned her on that he could have sex with so many, different women but at the end of the day, still not getting tired. He could fuck ten women in a single day and still not be satisfied. Néné was grandly impressed by this. She had never seen any other man like this.

There were no doctors or nurses in his private quarters.

The Count assisted her in every, single step of the way. He was the only one with her as she pushed four eggs out of her womb. He did everything. The future wife even started thinking that The Count might have had some medical training in the past. She didn’t ask him about it. She was much too busy with the actual delivery of the eggs.

Giving birth didn’t go as she planned to imagined it.

Instead of feeling a long series of horrible pain, she felt good for the most part. It went smoothly. She felt arousal during the whole time. And every single time one of the eggs came out of her vagina, she felt something that she could only identify as an orgasm. A powerful sensation that was slightly different than a regular orgasm, but that left the same overall feeling once she fully pushed one of the eggs out of her womb. Her eyes and her mouth grew wider. Her tongue crawled all over her lower lip. She was having a good time.

The Count took the eggs one by one and safely placed them in a glassed chest that he pushed around the wheel, rolling on wheels. When everything was over, he slowly pushed the chest out of the room.

Néné was still softly moaning with enthusiasm as The Count was leaving with her eggs.

“Where… Where are you taking them…?”

“Somewhere safe…”

“Where is that, somewhere safe? And can I at least see them a minute or two before you go with them?” She asked as she was still on the tail end of her fourth, final orgasm.

“You’ll be able to see them later once you will be downstairs. Rest for now. You need it. You need to have all of your strengths for the big day tomorrow,” The Count told her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine for the wedding…”

“And, oh, also don’t forget to try your new outfit to see if it fits…”

“Oh, right… I’ll put it on in a few minutes…”

“That’s my wife…” The Count said as of last words just before slowing escorting the four eggs out of of his quarters. At the doorstep, a duo of nurses quickly walked toward the glassed chest, coming to help their master transporting them. In only a few seconds, they were all gone. They closed the door of the room and she was left to herself. Néné barely had the time to see her children.

His private quarters felt so silent now as she stopped moaning and loudly breathing. She lounged around in their bed for a few minutes before finally getting up. Completely different from what happened to Cynthia when she gave birth, Néné’s body was feeling a lot better. She wasn’t feeling any serious pain or anything like that. This was because Cynthia never was a real Urzax. At the core, she was only a normal Human being. And pushing eggs out of a Human body is much more complex and difficult than for someone from a different species. Saurius and Urzax women could give birth multiple times in a short window of time and totally be fine from a health or medical perspective.

She made her way to a large wooden chest that she already knew what was in it… The outfit The Count referred to earlier. Which was exactly what was needed at the moment as Néné was entirely naked. She opened it up and discovered the appearance of the outfit she will have to wear for now on as the new Countess. This was not the wedding dress she will get to wear tomorrow for the big day. But rather some kind of uniform she will wear while working with her future husband.

To her surprise, Néné discovered a dark blue with golden motifs skimpy pirate-looking outfit that had different pieces. There was the main body piece, pantyhose, boots, detached sleeves, and a large commander type of hat. All the different pieces were pretty much of the same dark blue and golden colours, with some variations here and there. The variations included a few black and red accents on the corners of the clothes.

Six minutes later, she was inside of her outfit. She had the boots on, the pantyhose, the main body piece, the detached sleeves… The only thing missing was the big hat which she took her time to properly place it on top of her head last. Just like putting a cherry on top of a cake, the hat gave the entire set of clothes a completely different look. Wearing this uniform, Néné suddenly felt confident. Empowered. It felt right to her. The main body piece looked like a skin-tight leather leotard top that was vastly opened in her chest region. The bottom-crotch part of the piece barely covered her pussy and even accidentally slid inside of it a bit. It entered inside of it as if it was getting pulled toward the interior of her vagina.

She sure thought the entire outfit was pretty tight.

Extremely tight to say the least but she went on with it. She still deeply enjoyed the aura of spiritual strength she was getting from the pirate-looking uniform.

“Not too bad,” she quietly said to herself as she observed her own reflection in a mirror set near the bed. “Let’s go see the eggs, now…” She kept murmuring as she spun around in the private quarters. She was heading for the closed door. She meant to follow and catch up with her future husband down the stairs so she could clearly and officially see her children–but her movement was sadly, suddenly interrupted as she turned around–Cynthia was here in the room with her.

“... Not so fast…” The detective whispered in the back of her neck. Néné almost immediately saw the reflection of the private investigator behind her in the mirror as she first heard her speak. Cynthia was currently wearing her Blue Heart outfit. She stood behind Néné and quickly grabbed her, placing her right arm around her neck. Keeping her in place. Keeping her as her hostage.

“How did you get in here?” The blonde daughter of Gerald nervously asked.

“Nearly all The Count’s men are out, searching for us in town. It wasn’t that hard. Nobody was expecting us to come back here on our own.”

“Wait a minute… Is my father here too?” Almost right away after hearing her recent question, Cynthia rapidly made her arm-lock on her tighter. Dominating her even more.

“Calm down. I’m the one asking all the questions here.”

“Get out… Get out of my house… I’m supposed to get married tomorrow… You are ruining everything…” Néné murmured, begging the detective.

“Don’t you get it? This is not your house. This is your prison. And you’re his prisoner.”

“You don’t know everything… You think you know the full story but you revealed yourself to be apathetic detective…”