Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 108: Agatha’s Motherly Milk

Agatha’s face turned bright as a day with no clouds, her large and swollen lips opening with a sigh, a breathless and motherly smile on her face. Her hand, full of her belly, the baby she was having moving inside her, a little, persistent thump-thump against her palm.

”R-really?!” she said, voice trembling with hope, her big, doe-like eyes looking mine for confirmation. ”Is my baby... is my little one happy inside me?”

I made a slow, wolfy smile, that is the one a wolf gives a lamb just before it sinks its teeth in. ”Very happy,” I said. Then, my eye went down, staying on the still shining and swollen opening between her legs, her vagina lips puffy and wanting to be taken care of.

”But...” I trailed off, my fingers already itching to ruin her. ”We do need to loosen you up a bit more. For the delivery.”

Agatha blinked, her cheeks flushing pink, her voice so innocently confused it made my cock twitch. ”H-how...?”

I didn’t waste words.

I acted.

My hands crushed against her breasts, palms wrapping around the large, milk-packed mounds, my fingers clawing into the tender flesh. She breathed out sharply, her spine curving as my thumbs located her stiff, erect nipples—rough like my fucking thumbs, deep brown and shining with new milk.

I jerked her, and a jet of lukewarm, milky fluid came out of the small hole that my fingers were separating, flowing down her ribs to her belly.

+200 Pervert Points (100 Pervert Points per breast)

”Aaaah-! N-no, it-! Hnnngh! It hurts...!” Agatha sobbed, her fingers digging into the furs under her, her thighs shaking as she tried to move away.

Nevertheless, she did not really resist. Oh no. Her pussy tightened, another release of desire staining her back, her breath labored in sharp, short puffs.

”You must endure it,” I said, my voice low and biting. ”It’s for the baby.” My thumbs caressed her nipples, twisting just enough to elicit a yell from her, her breasts vibrating with the movement as she ran wild. ”Gotta make sure you’re prepared for the birth, huh?”

Her big, teary eyes stared at mine, and she bit her full lower lip as she nodded, her crotch pumping. ”Y-yes...” she exhaled, choking up. ”F-for the baby...”

Good fucking girl.

I tugged her nipples, stretching them, watching as fresh beads of milk welled at the tips, thick and creamy. Then I pinched—hard.

+400 Pervert Points (200 Pervert Points per nipple)

Agatha shrieked, her back bowing off the furs as a jet of warm milk exploded from her left tit, splattering across my face, dripping down my chin, the sweet, musky scent filling the air. ”AAAAAH—! P-please, it’s too much—!”

I didn’t wipe it away.

I licked.

My tongue swirling in the milk on my lips, tasting her - sweet, creamy, and with a trace of salt. Goddamn It! It was ambrosia. My cock twitched, pre-cum soaking the inner side of my leaf skirt, the material sticking to my suffering cock as if it were a second skin.

Agatha was groaning, her chest heaving, and her panting was ragged and desperate, her thighs quivering, and her pussy glistening. But I had not yet finished with her.

”Mmm...” I murmured, my voice a low, satisfied growl. ”Tasty.” My hands freed her boobs, and they ached and were red from the scratching, milk still flowing from her skin. Then with my fingers, I traced down her stomach, seeing her shiver as her skin reacted to my touch.

”Now...” I said, my cock involuntarily moving at the thought of the next. ”I will suck your nipples.”

I moved closer, my breath scorching her ear. ”To find out... if your milk is ready for the baby.”

Agatha whimpered, her fingers clenching the furs. ”Y-yes...” she breathed, her voice small, innocent—like she wasn’t dripping for me. ”P-please... be gentle...”

I chuckled, low and dark.

”I will be,” I lied.

After that, I changed my position, my massive cock—thick with visible veins, oozing—touching her smooth, round, pregnant stomach, and my silhouette was covering hers. As she gasped and caught my shoulders with her nails, the tip of my cock grazed her navel, even though I was wearing the leaf skirt, it was not hiding it...

Agatha’s attention was not drawn to my cock yet.

+50 Pervert Points (Navel)

”Aaaah—!” Her voice was high, needy, her hips twitching like she wanted to grind against me. ”I-it tickles—!”

I grinned, my cock throbbing as I felt it—the tiny, firm kick from inside her womb, the baby pushing against my cock like it was warning me.

”Mmm...” I murmured, pushing in just a bit more with my fingers, allowing the little one to feel me. It’s alright, little one. My fingers went up to her uncomfortable, swollen nipple, my thumb skimming across the thick, erect bud. Your mother will be my little slut...

I pinched, her scream making me hear as her back arched when another spurt of milk was released, wetting my fingers. Always cock hungry... My other hand went down, two fingers pressing against her wet cunt lips, feeling how tight she was, how restrained. Always begging for my cock...

Agatha shouted, her legs going further, her vagina contracting around the air, her milk coming out, her breath coming in short, wet pants. ”P-please...” she sobbed, her voice broken, her eyes begging. ”I-I can’t -! It’s too much - !”

I licked my lips, my cock throbbing against her stomach, pre-cum flowing down her skin.

”Oh, darling...” I said, my mouth moving to her nipple, my tongue flicking to the great, sensitive bud. ”We’re just getting started.”

Then I latched on.

My lips were pressed against her nipple, my tongue circling the thick, erect bud, then I sucked hard. Agatha’s spine curved away from the furs, her nails digging into my shoulders as an agonized, urgent scream she shouted.

”AAAAH—! N-NOT SO—! HNNNGH—!”

I didn’t even think about stopping.

My fingers slid up and snagged her wrists, pinning them right above her head. She shivered—just a little, but enough that her underarm was all bare and on display. That patch of skin, warm and slick, a few damp curls catching the light. The smell hit me, sharp and messy—her, raw and wild, tangled up with something electric that made my brain short-circuit for a second.

Then Agatha made this tiny sound—sort of a whimper, sort of a sigh, all tangled up. ”Hmmm...” Barely a whisper. Her voice shook, her eyes locked on mine, huge and shining. ”W-what are you doing...? Hmmm...” She looked like she’d just run a marathon and seen a ghost, all at once—wrecked and gorgeous and absolutely killing me.

With a wet pop, I let go of her nipple, milk trickling down her breast, her skin shining. My hand slowly traversed her neck—not a hold, just a confirmation of the possession—my thumb lightly touching her rapid pulse.