Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 218: Mother-In-Law’s Threat

Emily nodded as best she could, her eyes locked on mine, her lips sealed around my cock as I fucked her throat. I could see the desperation in her gaze, the way her body trembled as she submitted completely to me.

And then—

I came.

With a roar, I buried my cock as deep as I could in her throat, my release exploding from me in thick, hot ropes. Emily’s eyes widened, her throat working frantically as she swallowed around me, her body convulsing as I pumped my cum straight into her stomach.

”Nnngh—! Mmmph—! Guh—!” she gagged, her hands clutching at my thighs as I held her in place, emptying myself into her.

I could feel her throat milking me, her lips sealed tight around the base of my cock, swallowing every last drop like the good little slut she was.

When I finally pulled back, she gasped for air, her lips swollen and red, cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, glistening on her chin.

A thin, obscene thread of seed stretched from her tongue to the tip of my cock, snapping as she coughed, her chest heaving, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her submission.

”Nnngh—” She whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her breath ragged, desperate. Her eyes were dark with satisfaction, glazed with lust, but there was something deeper there—ownership. She knew it. I knew it.

She belonged to me.

”Good girl,” I murmured, my thumb tracing her bruised lips, smearing the cum deeper into her skin. ”You took it so well... every last drop.” My voice was a low, possessive growl, and she shivered, her tongue darting out to lick the last traces of cum from her lips, her gaze locked onto mine—hungry, obedient, broken.

She knew she was mine.

And then—

She lowered her head, her lips parting as she licked my cock clean, her tongue swirling over the veins, savoring the taste of herself and me mixed together. The sight of her on her knees, worshipping me, sent a jolt of lust straight to my balls.

She then helped me put on my pajamas and said, ”I-I’m going to... wash myself,” she whispered, her voice shaky, submissive, but her eyes flickered with something else—shame, need, addiction.

I smirked. ”Good. But don’t touch that pretty little pussy... It’s still mine.”

She whimpered, her thighs pressing together as she stood, wincing with every step. The way she limped—fuck. I knew she could still feel me inside her. Her pussy was still aching, still sore from last night, when I’d fucked her raw, stretching her open, ruining her for anyone else.

Mine.

I contacted Ravina through the Bluetooth device and assured her that everything was fine. I told her not to worry, as I’d be back in a few days, and that she just needed to keep an eye on the tribe in my absence.

The tribe was the least of my concerns. I’d already stocked the hut with more than enough food—meat, grain, water. Pathetic fools didn’t deserve my worry. If they starved, it was their own fault. Weakness had consequences.

But Ravina’s people? The ones perched above the cliff, bound to the Overlord Kingdom? Different story. They knew the rules: hunt, or rot. And they wouldn’t dare disobey. Not unless they wanted to learn what happened to traitors.

I leaned back, stretching my arms behind my head, my mind drifting to warmer, softer thoughts—Emily’s whimpers, the way her lips had wrapped around my cock just minutes ago—

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The door rattled, sharp, insistent.

”Emily?” Jennifer’s voice filtered through, sweet but laced with fake authority. ”Sweetie, are you awake?”

I sighed, already knowing this wouldn’t be simple.

The doorknob twisted, and Jennifer’s head popped in, her eyes darting around the room like she owned the place. She spotted me, and her expression shifted—smug, knowing, like she’d caught me red-handed.

”Oh,” she purred, stepping in without waiting for an invitation. ”Where’s Emily?”*

”Bathroom,” I said, keeping my voice neutral, unbothered.

Jennifer’s gaze flicked toward the closed door, the sound of running water filling the silence. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her nose scrunching like she’d smelled something rotten.

”Hmm.” She sauntered closer, her hips swaying exaggeratedly, like she thought she was some kind of goddess. ”You know, I heard noises...” She tilted her head, eyeing me up and down. ”Funny noises.”*

I didn’t bite.

She huffed, rolling her eyes like I was the immature one. ”You’re so obvious.” Her fingers drummed against her arm, her voice taking on a bratty edge. ”I know you’ve been screwing my daughter behind my back.”

”No, Mother-in-law,” I said, keeping my tone even.

Jennifer snorted, flipping her hair like a spoiled teenager. ”Oh, please. Like I believe that.” She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor, her eyes narrowing. ”Prove it.”

Before I could react, her hand shot out, yanking my pajama pants down—

And stopped.

Her eyes locked onto my cock, still glistening with Emily’s saliva, the tip damp and shiny. Evidence.

”WHAT. IS. THIS?” Her voice shrieked, high-pitched, dramatic, like I’d committed the worst crime in history. Her fingers tightened around my cock, squeezing hard enough to make me hiss. ”Why is this WET, huh?!”

”I woke up hard,” I said, keeping my voice calm, unfazed by her theatrics. *”Emily helped me. Just her mouth.”

Jennifer’s face twisted in disgust, her grip tightening painfully. ”Oh, so now you’re admitting it?!” She scowled, her voice dripping with fake outrage. ”You lied to my face!”

”I didn’t—”

”SHUT UP!” She squeezed harder, her nails digging into my skin. ”You think you can just use my daughter and get away with it?!” Her voice cracked, betraying the insecurity beneath her act. ”I own you! ME! Not her!”

I swallowed, forcing my expression to stay neutral. ”Yes, Mother-in-law.”

She huffed, tossing her hair again, like that somehow made her point valid. ”That’s right.” Her thumb smeared the wetness over my cock, marking me like property. ”Your cock is MINE.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a fake seductive purr. ”And you are my slave.”

I nodded, playing along.

”Good!” She stroked me, slow, possessive, her eyes flicking nervously toward the bathroom door. ”From now on, you only cum when I say so.” Her voice wavered, but she pushed through, trying to sound commanding.

”Not in my daughter’s mouth. Not in her pussy.” She squeezed hard, her grip trembling. ”And if I find out you touched yourself...” She leaned in, her breath hot and shaky. ”I’ll tell Oliver you raped me.”