Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

My cock twitched, pressing harder against her thigh, the heat of her skin making it throb.

Ruth bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she felt the thick, veined length of me pulsing against her. "N-No…" Her fingers curled into the furs, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But it's… big."

My lips brushed Ruth's ear, my voice a dark, velvety whisper, thick with promise. "Because it's hungry…" My fingers traced the curve of her hip, feeling the way her body trembled beneath my touch. "And it wants to eat a naughty pussy…"

Ruth's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as if she could trap the ache between them. Her lips parted, her voice barely more than a whisper. "D-Dexter…" But before she could say more—

"Ruth."

Ada's voice sliced through the hut, sharp and laced with something darker—something raw, something feral.

The flap of the hut rustled as she stepped inside, her eyes flicking from me to her daughter, her jaw tight, her fingers curling into her skirt. "How long are you going to sleep? Kina is looking for you. Get up."

I didn't miss it—the way her voice trembled, just slightly. The way her gaze lingered on me, on the way Ruth was still pressed against me, on the way my cock was still hard. She'd heard. She knew.

And she was jealous.

Ruth jolted upright, her cheeks flushing as she scrambled for her skirt, her fingers fumbling with the ties. "I.... I'm going to meet Kina!" she stammered, not meeting her mother's eyes as she bolted out of the hut, leaving Ada and me alone.

The silence that followed was thick, charged, the air between us humming with everything unspoken.

Ada didn't move at first. She just stood there, her chest rising and falling a little faster than it should have. Her eyes dropped to my cock—still hard, still throbbing, still demanding—and her lips parted.

"Dexter…" Her voice was low, husky, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

"Your cock…" She swallowed, her gaze flicking up to meet mine, dark and hungry.

"It's still hard." Her fingers twitched, her breath hitching as she stepped closer, her body trembling with restraint. "Do you…" Her voice cracked, just slightly. "Do you need Mother's pussy to calm it down?"

I stood slowly, deliberately, my muscles shifting beneath my skin as I reached for my skirt and tied it around my waist. The movement was casual, but my eyes never left hers.

"Mother Ada…" My voice was a dark purr, amused, knowing. "You don't need to worry about me." I adjusted the fabric, letting her see the way my cock still tented it, still ached. "I'll be fine."

Ada's breath hitched, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "Dexter, I—"

"Tonight," I interrupted, my voice smooth, and as if I was trying to comfort her, "I'll ask Ruth's pussy to calm it down."

Ada's face went pale. Not with shock—with want. With need. With the realization that I'd chosen her daughter over her. Again. Her lips parted, her breath coming faster, her body trembling as she fought the words clawing up her throat—no, me, fuck me instead—but she stayed silent. She couldn't say it. She wouldn't.

And that was half the fun.

Ada's breath hitched, her eyes burning into mine, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

I stepped out of the hut, the morning air cool against my skin, the camp already stirring with activity.

Mitt, Tusk, Ryan, and a few other men were gathering near the edge of the camp, their spears and ropes in hand, their voices low as they prepared for the hunt.

Ryan's eyes flicked to me, then away, his face tight with something like shame. Tusk did the same, his jaw clenched, his gaze lingering just a second too long on the way I moved.

The morning sun glinted off the blades and spears of the men as they disappeared into the dense foliage, their voices fading into the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds.

Ryan's shoulders were tense, his steps stiff, his pride still bruised from the night before. Tusk and Mitt followed, their glances flickering back toward the camp—toward me—before they turned away, their jaws set, their grips tight on their weapons.

A slow, cruel smile curled my lips.

It was time to act.

With a flick of my wrist, the Magical Tool hummed to life, glowing a fierce blue as the jetpack flared beneath my feet.

The flames licked at the air, silent and controlled, propelling me upward in a single, fluid motion. The wind rushed past me, cool and sharp, carrying the scent of earth and pine as I ascended the cliffside, my body a shadow against the rising sun.

The top of the cliff was quiet, the air thin and crisp. Ravina's camp was already stirring, the women moving with purpose, their voices low as they prepared for the day.

I landed softly, barely making a sound as I stepped onto the solid ground.

I walked toward the camp.

Ravina was near the center of the camp, her dark hair braided back, her arms crossed as she listened to Sabina's report.

The moment she saw me, her eyes sharpened, her posture straightening. "Dexter." Her voice was low, but it carried. "You're back."

I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a murmur. "It's time to deal with Kronos Tribe."

Her eyes flicked to the women around us—Sabina, Helen, the others—before settling back on me. "They're ready."

"Good." I kept my voice steady, my gaze sweeping over the group. "But remember—" My tone hardened, just slightly.

"Don't let them know I am your leader." I gestured toward the cliff's edge, toward the Kronos Tribe's camp below.

Ravina's lips curled into a slow, understanding smirk. Her eyes gleamed, feral and hungry. "Then let's begin."

I turned to the others, my voice carrying just enough to be heard. "The Kronos Tribe is weak today. Their men are out hunting, their defenses are down."

I let my gaze sweep over them, my tone deliberate, commanding. "You capture them. You control them. But you do not reveal me as your leader. Understood?"

Helen smirked, her fingers tightening around the handle of her spear. "And if they ask who gave the order?"

I met her gaze, unflinching. "You tell them it was Ravina."