Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 93: What’s That Poking Me?

Ravina’s entire body locked up, her spine turning to iron beneath my fingers. A sharp, hissing breath tore through her teeth, her ribs expanding against my grip. For a heartbeat, the world stilled.

Then—

”What,” she said, eyebrows completely up, ”Don’t tell me you have never been on a horse?” Total tease. She obviously believed that she had me.

Honestly? I wasn’t even scared of her. Not even a little bit.

I was fascinated.

This woman—this warrior—had just stolen me from my people, yet she needed me, not me, but a healer. So she can’t really hurt me.

I leaned in, my hot breath hitting against the ear. ”Yes,” I murmured, ”this is my first time... on a horse.”

A beat of silence. Then—

Ravina’s voice softened, just slightly, the edge of it wearing thin like a honed blade. ”You kid...” She exhaled, rough and low. ”Aren’t you feeling disgusted? Forced to sit with a dirty woman like me.”

I noticed she was curious why I didn’t yell like Eric at her.

”I’m a healer,” I said, even though my heart was trying to punch its way up my throat. ”And in my eyes, there is no such thing as a dirty woman. At least that’s what my grandfather taught me.” My fingers still locked under the curve of her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, fuck, the way they hardened, it was unreal. It gave me another 400 points, directly making my total points 11748

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”Otherwise, all mothers in the world would be dirty women,” I said, pretending to be a great philosopher.

Ravina’s breathing stuttered—yeah, stuttered, like she’d just remembered to inhale. Her back arched, enough that her ass smacked right against my dick.

Electricity, that’s what it felt like—zapped straight through me, hips bucking forward before my brain caught up. I nearly groaned, honest to god, but I bit the inside of my lip hard enough, I swear I tasted blood.

”You...” Ravina sounded straight-up baffled, almost like she was seeing me for the first time. ”You are such a weird kid.” Then she did this thing—shifted her hips, grinding slow, like she wanted to see just how hard she was making it for me (pun so not intended). ”So why have I never heard about the Kronos tribe having a healer, huh?”

”Uh, yeah, that’s... I mean, I’ve barely been there—what, like, two days?” Tried to sound chill, but honestly, my stomach was flipping Olympic-level somersaults due to the ride.

Ravina’s fingers locked around my wrist. No exaggeration—it was like she was trying to snap it in half.

Ravina’s grip clamped on my wrist, no joke, almost bone-crushing. The girl had some opinions. ”And before that?”

Deep breath time. Gotta stick with what I’d told the Mitt, and others. I told her about the false story of mother and father being eaten by a lion, and how I met Mitt and others.

Silence. The heavy, awkward kind. Then—her voice, way softer. For the first time, it actually sounded gentle, maybe even sweet. ”Don’t be sad,” she whispered, thumb circling my wrist. I... honestly? I didn’t even know she had that in her.

Then—

A keen, startled gasp ripped out of her throat. ”Hmm.” Her voice fell into a purr, black and evil. ”What is that thing that keeps poking me?”

She turned her head one more time, and her ass rolled on my cock in slow, deliberate movement, as though she was enjoying the hardness pressing into her. ”You have a knife tied round your skirt, healer?”

My face burned, but I made no withdrawal. ”No,” I lied, my voice rough. ”It’s nothing. Just... the leaf of my skirt.”

Ravina did not ask any more questions but simply rode the horse.

The horse’s gait sent another jolt through me, my cock rubbing against her with every stride. I could feel myself hardening further, the friction maddening. Ravina’s breath hitched again, her body tensing in a way that wasn’t anger—not entirely.

One of the women riding beside us cleared her throat. ”Sister Ravina,” she said, her voice cautious, ”do we need to let the horses rest? We’ve been moving for a long time.”

Ravina squeezed my wrist, like really clamped down for a second, and then just let go. Her tone? Pure arrogance. ”We’re not stopping till the stream. Got it?”

A few minutes later, the sound of rushing water reached my ears. Ravina and the others slowed their horses to a stop, climbing down with practiced ease.

Ravina glanced over her shoulder at me, her dark eyes unreadable. ”Why don’t you climb down?” she demanded, her voice edged with impatience. ”What are you waiting for?”

I swallowed hard, my body still thrumming from the ride. Turning slightly, I pulled my other leg up and over the horse’s back, jumping down—

—and landed with a jolt that sent my skirt riding up.

My cock, still kind of stubborn from the ride and flushed all over, poked out between the tangled mess of skirt leaves around my hips. Cold air smacked the bare skin—felt like a slap—got my nerves buzzing, half embarrassed, half... honestly, who knows, it hooked into me, twisted wrong and electric. I fumbled at the leaves, tried to cover up, no dice. Way too late.

Ravina landed next to me, feet hitting the ground with this heavy, careless thump. She had zero clue what was up at first—she just had that wild, clipped edge in her tone, tossing words around like knives.

”Gonna take a piss,” she called, already stalking off toward the creek, hips making this lazy, taunting sway. ”Somebody keep the damn horses near. If one runs, you’re chasing it.”

My mouth felt like sandpaper, but I managed, ”Elder Ravina!” The words came out scratchy as hell. ”Uh, I gotta piss too.”

She hesitated, half-turned, and looked at me with one of those glances, you know, a quick look down, and up at my face, no nonsense.

A modtiniest smirk was played on her mouth, as though she were struggling hard to laugh at me. Didn’t even say anything mean, either. Just shook her hand like she was trying to drive away a stray dog. ”Go ahead,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. ”Do it anywhere. I don’t care.”

But before she turned away completely, she fixed her gaze on the woman beside us—the one who’d asked about resting the horses earlier. ”Sabina,” Ravina said, her voice dropping into something colder, more commanding. ”Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him run away.”

Sabina looked at me and said. ”Don’t worry, Sister Ravina,” she said, her voice rough like gravel. ”He won’t leave my sight.”

Ravina gave a curt nod before disappearing behind a cluster of rocks near the stream, leaving me alone with Sabina.

The woman wasted no time. She stalked toward me, her calloused fingers locking around my wrist like a manacle. ”What are you waiting for?” she demanded, yanking me toward a gnarled tree a few paces away. ”Don’t you wanna take a piss?”