Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 90: A Fucking Mammoth

I could feel that Hina was pressing her thigh against mine, her animal skin skirt rubbing against my leg. The air between us grew heavy--sweet with her musk, heavy with the odour of arousal, that sort of smell that made my cock twitch with hunger. She bent; her breath was hot on my ear.

”Dexter,” she said, in a voice that was dripping with feigning care. But something more real came through it--the damp, abject desire of a woman who must be used.

” Don’t be afraid,” she said to me, her fingers jerking in her side, as though she were struggling to grasp me. ”Your secret’s safe with me.” A pause.

Her eyes went down to the tight swelling between my legs, and her tongue was pouring over her lips like it would already savor me. ”But Dexter, you can’t keep hurting your Aunt pussy like this.”

Hina pointed to where Kerry sat, looking at her thighs shining with my cum, and her swollen pussy lips still sore with my breeding, and said, ”Look at your Aunt Kerry’s pussy, still a-swollen with breeding. She must be hurting her a lot.”

Then, lower, darker: ” So if you need help to calm your cock you can also ask me for help.”

I knew the game. The pretense of concern was just foreplay—her cunt was begging for my seed, greedy for the stretch of my cock.

The Hina had her hand on me then, and it was her palm that blazed through the thighs, grabbing my cock. ”Dexter...” she purred, and stroking my cock with inexcusable slowness, her fingers followed the thick vein, which throbbed where she touched it. ”Does your cock still need a pussy, hmm? It is so hard. Does it want more?”

Her answer was the throb of my cock in her grip. Her lips were open, her eyes glazed, she looked up at me, a pleading, beseeching look of a woman in heat. For a second, I let her squirm. Let her beg.

But the scrap of morality still clinging to my ribs like a leech pissed me off. These women—Kerry, Hina, Ruth—they thought they could manipulate me. Toy with me like some untried boy. Fuck that. I was the real boss here—the law. The king of this world didn’t know it yet.

With a snarl, I crushed the last of my hesitation under my heel. Ethics? Points? Meaningless. This world was mine to take. Women like Kerry—eager to spread for me, to lie for me—proved it. Why waste time playing by rules that didn’t bind me?

I grabbed Hina by her tits, my fingers digging into her jiggling tits. And she cried out, and her body arched back, as I got hold of the nipples and squeezed them hard. ”Aaaah—Dexter, don’t—!” Her protest dissolved into a moan, her body betraying her as she pressed into my touch, her thighs clenching together.

Aunt, drop the skirt, I growled, and my voice was rough with command. ”Let me see that pussy of yours.”

She followed, shaking, her fingers stumbling over the animal skin skirt. The skirt slipped down her hips and lay at her ankles, exposing the twinkling, swollen folds of her pussy. She was dripping, and her arousal covered her thighs, and her clit was already swollen and crying out to be touched.

”Fuck,” I muttered, my cock throbbing painfully. ”Look at you. Already soaking for me.”

Hina whimpered, her hands gripping her own tits, squeezing them as she offered herself to me. ”Dexter... put your cock in you must be feeling painful..”

But before she could finish, before I could shove her onto her knees and bury myself in her tight heat— Chaos.

Shouts erupted outside. Cheers. The thunder of approaching feet.

Hina froze, her skirt still tangled around her ankles, her pussy exposed and glistening. She quickly lifted her skirt up and tied it back. Hina went out to peek outside the hut, and said, ”It’s—it’s Mitt—he is back!”

Kerry and I barely had time to yank on our leaf-skirt coverings before Mitt barreled in, his voice booming: ”Kerry! Dexter! —”

Mitt noticed Hina was also here. ”Hina,” he said, his voice rough. ”You’re here too.”

”Mitt,” Kerry said smoothly, wiping the last traces of my cum from her thighs with the back of her hand. ”What’s the commotion?”

”Ha.. Ha. Ha. Ha.!” Mitt’s grin split his face. ”We took down a great prey this time. Don’t have to worry about food for many days! But we need hands to haul it back—” His gaze flicked to me. ”Dexter. Come with me...this time. I will show you around, and we have a job to do. Ryan and Tusk are still waiting.”

Kerry’s hand shot out, gripping my arm. ”He’s just a child, Mitt. What if—”

Mitt’s voice cut through the hesitation: ”Don’t worry—it’s completely safe.” Before I could respond, he turned toward the door. ”Dexter, I’m calling more people. Come out—we have to leave. Now.” The door flap shut behind him.

Hina’s arms wrapped around me, her grip tight. ”You don’t have to go,” she whispered.

But curiosity gnawed at me. What had Mitt so worked up? And I’d barely scratched the surface of this world. One quick look couldn’t hurt...

Kerry, her gaze locked onto me, sharp as flint. ”Listen to me, Dexter.” She grabbed my wrist, her calluses rough against my skin.

”Out there. You see teeth or tusks or anything bigger than a damn horse, you run. Straight back here. No hesitation. No pride.” Her voice dropped. ”And if you get lost, I swear to the gods, I’ll skin Mitt alive for dragging you into this.”

These women, this tribe... they’d learn soon enough who really held the power here.

”I’m going,” I said, shrugging off Hina’s hold. ”The tribe needs me.”

Kerry stepped forward, her fingers brushing mine. ”Then come back quick,” she murmured. ”I’ll be waiting.”

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear. ”Get that tight little pussy ready for me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days.”

Her breath hitched. A promise sealed.

I walked out of the hut with Kerry and Hina following me out... and Outside, Mitt had already rallied the young men—Patt, Eric, Noah, Liam. Their laughter was a wild thing, untamed.

Hina planted herself in front of him, hands on her hips. ”What in the world did you kill that needs a dozen men to haul back?”

”A mammoth!” Mitt roared. ”Enough meat to feed us for many days!”

My blood hummed. A mammoth. Prey. And if this world had beasts like that... what else lurked in the shadows?

Mitt’s voice cut through the murmur of the tribe—”Let’s go bring that mammoth back.” The words hung like a challenge.

I turned to Kerry and Hina first, their goodbyes stiff with something unspoken—reluctance, or maybe warning. Then I fell in behind Mitt, Patt, and Eric, flanking me like hunters already mid-stride.

I turned just enough to see Ruth cutting through the crowd, Ada and Kina flanking her like silent sentinels. The torchlight carved shadows under her cheekbones, her fingers twisted in the hem of her skirt. ”Dexter—”

Her voice was a thread of sound, barely audible over the stomp of feets and the ribald laughter of the hunters. ”Be careful.”

I didn’t look back.

The forest swallowed us whole—the hunt had only just begun.