Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I left Hina's cave under the cover of night and made my way to Ruth's hut.

The night was thick, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and sweat as I stepped into Ruth's hut.

The firepit outside cast a warm, flickering glow through the cracks in the walls, illuminating the space in a golden haze.

Ruth lay sprawled on her side, completely naked, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, her breath slow and even in sleep.

Beside her, Ada sat upright, her own naked body bathed in the firelight, her dark eyes locking onto me the moment I entered.

"Dexter." Her voice was a low purr, thick with something unspoken. "You're here."

Her gaze flicked to Ruth, then back to me. "She's just fallen asleep." A pause. A beat. Then, softer: "Do you want me to wake her up?"

I shook my head, my lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk. "No, Mother Ada." My voice was smooth, deliberate. "Let her sleep."

Ada's eyes lingered on me, tracing the lines of my body, the way my muscles shifted beneath my skin. There was hunger there—raw, unchecked, desperate.

"Dexter, you should also lie down." Her voice dropped, huskier now, her gaze flickering to the leaf skirt I still wore. "You must be tired after healing Hina."

I nodded, and a dark chuckle bubbled in my chest. Now it'll be even more difficult for Hina to move after that brutal fucking.

With deliberate slowness, I unfastened the skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Ada's eyes locked onto my cock—still semi-hard, still glistening with the remnants of Hina's arousal and my cum. Her breath hitched, her fingers twitching against the furs, as if she were fighting the urge to reach for me.

I lay down between them, the warmth of their naked bodies pressing in on either side. Ada didn't hesitate. Her leg lifted, sliding over mine, her thigh pressing against my hip, her heat seeping into my skin. She shifted closer, her face dipping near my neck, her breath hot and unsteady against my skin.

She was addicted.

And she was struggling.

I decided to test her.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I turned onto my side, facing Ruth. My arm slid around her waist, pulling her against me, her back pressing into my chest.

Ruth murmured something in her sleep, then snuggled deeper into my embrace, her body soft and pliant, her ass instinctively pressing back against my cock. I could feel the rise and fall of her breath, the way her hips shifted, cradling me even in sleep.

And then—I felt Ada move.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing for just a second before she pressed closer, her breasts brushing against my back, her nipples hard and aching.

The heat of her was everywhere—her thigh still draped over mine, her stomach pressing into my spine, her breath hot and ragged against my neck.

She was restless. Hungry.

I could feel it—the way her body ached for what she couldn't take.

Not yet.

Not while her daughter slept beside us.

I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of Ruth's steady breathing, the way Ada's breath hitched every time I shifted even slightly. The furs were warm, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex and something darker, something feral.

Ada's leg tightened around mine, her fingers finally curling against my hip, her touch feather-light but possessive. She was testing me now, just as I had tested her. Her lips brushed the back of my neck, just for a second—accidental, or so she'd claim if I turned around—but I knew better.

She wanted me.

Ruth sighed in her sleep, her body pressing closer to mine, her ass brushing against my cock. I could feel Ada's gaze burning into my back, her body coiled with tension. She wanted to pull me away from her daughter. She wanted to replace Ruth beneath my hands, beneath my body, beneath my cock.

But she couldn't.

Not here.

Not now.

I smirked into the darkness, my arm tightening around Ruth, my fingers tracing idle patterns against Ruth's hip.

Ada's breath came faster, her body trembling with restraint. She was jealous—not of Ruth, but of the fact that her daughter could have what she couldn't take for herself.

Not yet.

But soon.

And when that time came?

I'd make sure Ada begged for it.

I'd make sure she broke for it.

And I'd make sure she remembered who owned her.

I closed my eyes, the weight of the night still clinging to my skin, the warmth of Ruth's body pressed against mine. The last thing I remembered was Ada's breath on my neck, her leg draped over mine, her tits pressing into my back—hot, heavy, desperate. The way she'd trembled, the way her fingers had dug into my hip, her body aching for what she couldn't take.

Not yet.

But soon.

When I opened my eyes, the hut was bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn. The fire had died down, leaving only embers, but the air was still warm, still thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Ruth was still in my arms, but her eyes were open now, wide and dark, locked onto me.

I grinned.

And then I kissed her.

My lips crushed against hers, hard, possessive, claiming. Ruth gasped, her breath hitching from the sudden kiss, her body tensing before melting into me. Her lips were soft, warm, parting under mine, her tongue flicking out to brush against my lower lip.

"Good morning, Ruth." My voice was a low growl, rough with sleep and something darker.

Ruth's cheeks flushed, her breath coming faster. "D-Dexter…" Her voice was breathy, unstable, her eyes dropping....

And then she felt it.

My cock, hard as iron, throbbing with morning wood, poking against her thigh.

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a soft gasp. "Dexter…" Her fingers twitched against my chest, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Your cock… It's poking me…" She shifted slightly, her thighs pressing together, her breath hitching as the head brushed against her skin. "Is it… hurting?"

I chuckled, low and dark, my hand sliding down her body, cupping her hip and pulling her closer. "Does it look like it's hurting, Ruth?" My voice was a purr, amused, knowing.