Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Rachel also woke up. I moved to her side.

”Ms. Rachel, are you okay?”

She nodded slowly, still disoriented.

”Where are we? What happened to our plane?”

I spoke in a calm, reassuring voice.

”Just take a breath. You’re fine. We’re on an island somewhere. We just have to wait for a rescue team to arrive.”

Maya, who had been listening, looked around at the bamboo walls and the simple structure.

”This...?”

Victoria answered with a small, proud smile.

”Dexter made it while you were unconscious.”

Both Maya and Rachel looked surprised.

I glanced outside. The sun was already low.

”It’s going to be night soon. We need a fire; otherwise it’s going to get cold.”

Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. Maya immediately reached over and held her hand.

”Rachel, don’t worry. We’ll be okay.”

Rachel nodded, then looked at me.

”I’ll come help you.”

I turned to the others.

”Mom, I’m going to gather wood for a fire.”

Rachel stood up to follow me, but I noticed she was barefoot. I stopped her.

”Wait.”

I took off my own shoes, bent down, and held them out.

”Here. Wear these.”

Rachel looked at me with watery eyes.

”What about you?”

I smiled.

”Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

”Thank you...”

Wearing only my socks, I walked with her toward the edge of the coconut trees. I asked her to collect dry leaves and fallen branches while I did the same.

After a short while, I noticed Maya and Mom coming over as well — both of them also barefoot. Their heels must have been lost when I carried them from the wreckage.

I stopped them.

”Wait. Sit down for a moment.”

I found a thick branch for them to sit on, then gathered soft leaves and carefully tied makeshift coverings around Mom’s feet and then Maya’s.

As I worked on Maya’s legs, the high slit of her still-damp red dress fell open, exposing a long stretch of smooth thigh. I kept my eyes carefully lowered, aware that looking any higher would reveal far more than was appropriate right now.

Maya didn’t seem to notice my restraint.

”Dexter, where did you learn all this?”

I gave a casual excuse.

”Aunt Maya, you don’t know — I’m a big fan of survival shows. I’ve watched a lot of them, so I picked up a few things.”

Maya managed a small smile.

”Then our safety is in your hands.”

I was about to reply when I noticed movement behind her. A snake had slithered along the branch she was sitting on. No one else saw it.

It moved onto her waist and struck without warning, sinking its fangs into the soft skin of her thigh just below the hip — right where the slit of her dress left her exposed.

Maya’s sharp cry cut through the air.

”Aaaaah—!”

She screamed again, louder.

”Snake—! Aaaaaaah!”

She jumped forward in panic and landed straight in my arms. Mom and Rachel both scrambled away from the branch in alarm.

I kept a worried expression on my face.

”Aunt Maya, did the snake bite you?”

Maya, already growing pale, lifted the fabric of her dress with trembling fingers. The high slit parted further, revealing the full length of her smooth, tanned thigh.

Two clear puncture marks sat high on the inner side, just below the curve of her hip. A thin trickle of blood mixed with venom was already starting to bead there.

Victoria’s face went white.

”Maya! Are you okay?! Dexter, do something! Don’t let anything happen to her!”

Maya gave a weak, resigned smile as the venom began to take effect, her voice soft and fading.

”Teacher... I think this is my punishment... for everything these past years...”

Victoria’s voice broke. She started crying openly, all pretense gone.

”Dexter! If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you!”

She had completely dropped the cold façade. She didn’t know I could heal others easily, so the fear in her eyes was real.

I spoke quickly.

”Mom, let’s carry her back to the shelter first. I promise she’ll be fine.”

I lifted Maya into my arms like a princess, holding her tightly against my chest as her body grew weaker. Her soft breasts pressed against me through the wet fabric of her dress. Rachel and Victoria followed close behind, both visibly panicked.

Once we were inside the bamboo house, I set Maya down on the makeshift bed and said in a serious tone,

”I need to suck the poison out.”

Maya shook her head weakly, her cheeks already flushed from the venom and embarrassment.

”No, Dexter... I’m already like this. If anything happens to you... who would protect everyone...”

Victoria cut her off sharply, gripping Maya’s hand so tightly her knuckles turned white.

”Dexter, just do it. Don’t listen to her. Hurry!”

I carefully lifted the slit of Maya’s red dress all the way to the side, exposing her entire left thigh and hip.

The movement also revealed the thin red panties she was still wearing underneath. The fabric was damp from the earlier seawater and clung tightly to her skin, outlining every soft curve.

The narrow strip of cloth had ridden up slightly between her legs, creating a clear, intimate camel toe that left almost nothing to the imagination. Maya’s face turned a deep shade of red, but she didn’t stop me — she understood it was an emergency.

I leaned down, one hand gently holding her thigh steady, and sealed my mouth directly over the two puncture marks. The skin was hot and slightly swollen. I sucked hard, drawing the venom and blood into my mouth.

Maya’s body jerked. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from her lips.

”Aaaah... hnn...”

I pulled back, spat the reddish mixture to the side, and immediately returned to the wound. My lips pressed firmly against the sensitive inner thigh again, sucking with steady, rhythmic pressure.

Each time I drew on the bite, Maya’s breathing hitched. Her free hand clenched the bamboo bed.

”Aah... Dexter... it’s... sensitive there... nnngh...”

I continued the process, alternating between sucking and spitting, while secretly channeling Eternal Vitality into her through the contact.

The venom was neutralized almost instantly, and the damaged tissue began to regenerate. But I kept the performance going, making it look like a difficult, prolonged effort.

My mouth stayed sealed against her thigh for long seconds at a time. The wet sound of suction filled the small bamboo house. Maya’s moans grew softer but more continuous, her hips shifting slightly despite herself.

”Hah... aah... it feels strange... your mouth is so warm... nnnh...”

Because her panties were still damp and tightly plastered to her body, every small movement of her legs made the thin red fabric shift and press more firmly against her.

The outline of her soft folds was unmistakable.

A faint darker patch of moisture had begun to spread at the center of the panties; whether from residual seawater or something else was impossible to tell.