Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Kerry shot me a warning look, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. ”You can take a look and help me cure it after we’ve eaten.” She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she wiped the last of the cum from her face. ”And you must be hungry too, right?”

Before I could respond, she stood abruptly, snatching fresh leaves from a pile near the furs and pressing them over her nipples, securing them with quick, frantic movements. The leaves rustled as she adjusted them, her breath still uneven.

The cum clung to her skin—thick, sticky, obscene—dripping in slow, lewd trails down her chin, her cheeks, her throat. She grabbed a handful of dried leaves from the ground, her movements frantic, desperate.

The rough edges of the leaves scraped against her sensitive skin as she scrubbed at her face, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

”K-Kina—! I’m coming!” she called out, her voice high-pitched with panic, but her eyes never left me. The leaves rustled in her grip as she pressed them against her skin, smearing the cum further before finally lifting most of it away.

But the scent of it—musky, salty, mine—still clung to her, and her fingers trembled as she realized she couldn’t erase it completely.

Then, her gaze dropped to her thighs.

A slow, telling trickle of her own arousal glistened there, dripping down the inside of her legs. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her cheeks flaming as she realized just how obvious it was.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers clenching around the leaves before she hesitated—then parted her legs just enough to reach down.

I watched, my cock twitching as she wiped at her thighs with the leaves, her movements slow, deliberate. The first swipe caught the thickest of the wetness, the leaf clinging to her skin for a moment before she pulled it away, her breath hitching as she saw the glistening proof of her arousal smeared across the green surface.

She swallowed hard, her thighs trembling as she pressed the leaf against her skin again, this time higher—closer to where the wetness originated.

”Nnngh—!” A soft, involuntary sound escaped her as the leaf brushed against her swollen lips, her fingers pausing for just a second before she pulled it away.

The leaf was damp now, sticky with her need, and she crushed it in her fist, her breath coming faster. She grabbed another leaf and repeated the motion, this time pressing harder, her thighs parting just a little more.

The sight of her—standing there, legs slightly spread, her fingers working between her thighs with those rough leaves—made my cock throb.

While Kerry was distracted, not paying attention to me, I reached into the System Storage and pulled out the Magical Tool.

With a thought, I converted it—green, leaf-like underwear that mimicked the tribe’s style, with a skirt of layered leaves to blend in.

The way her breath stuttered every time the rough edge of the leaf brushed against her clit—just a flicker of contact, but enough to make her entire body jolt—sent a jolt of dark hunger straight to my cock. Her hips twitched, a tiny, involuntary roll, like she was trying to chase the sensation even as she pretended to clean herself.

The leaves rustled between her fingers, her thighs parted just enough to give her access, but not enough to reveal—not that it mattered. The image of her standing there, exposed in ways she didn’t even realize, was enough to make my pulse pound in my ears.

Her nipples—still hard, still aching—pressed against the fresh leaves she’d just covered herself with, the tight buds visible through the gaps, dark and swollen with need.

The way the leaves clung to her skin, the way her chest heaved with every breath, the way her fingers trembled—it was maddening. I wanted to rip those leaves off. I wanted to shove her back down onto the furs and finish what I’d started. I wanted to watch her come undone beneath me, her body shuddering, her voice broken with pleasure.

But the worst—the most intoxicating—part of it all?

She didn’t shy away.

She didn’t flinch or hide or act like this was something shameful. She just... did it. Like it was normal. Like wiping my cum from her face and her own arousal from her thighs was just another task—another chore—before heading out to eat with her daughter waiting outside.

The audacity of it made my cock throb.

She finished quickly, snapping her legs shut with a finality that should have cooled the fire inside me. But it didn’t. The soiled leaves dropped to the ground, sticky with her need, and the damage was done.

The air between us was thick—heavy with the scent of her, musky and sweet and fucking intoxicating. And the knowledge—the unspoken, filthy knowledge—that she was still aching for me, that her pussy was still dripping, that her nipples were still hard—it settled in my gut like a promise.

I wanted to jump on her.

I wanted to pin her down and lick every drop of her from her thighs, to suck those hard nipples until she screamed, to fuck her until she forgot her own name.

But Kerry?

She just stood there, composed—or as composed as she could be—her dark eyes flickering to mine for just a second before she turned toward the hut’s entrance.

Kerry turned back to me, her expression composed but her cheeks still flushed. ”Let’s go,” she said firmly, her voice low. ”And don’t tell anyone about wasting your seed... okay?”

I nodded, my gaze locked on the faint glistening trail still clinging to her inner thigh, my mind already racing with thoughts of how I’d finish what I’d started.

”I won’t, Aunt,” I murmured, my voice smooth, my grin hidden.

But as we stepped out into the sunlight, one thing was certain—

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Kerry and I stepped outside, where a woman stood waiting—Kina, Kerry’s daughter, I assumed. I followed Kerry’s gaze and froze.