Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 337: The Snake’s Gift to Bill

I didn’t wait for her reply. Instead, I pulled Angela closer, my arm wrapping around her waist, and started moving in the direction where Mira and her group had disappeared into the trees. The rustling of leaves and the distant murmurs of their voices guided us, the forest swallowing their figures as they pushed deeper.

Lisa’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and knowing. ”Boss... they’re moving in the direction where we parked our vehicle.”

I paused, turning to her, my smirk slow and calculating. ”Oh?”

She nodded, her eyes gleaming with amusement. ”Yeah. And funny thing—” she crossed her arms, her tone playful but edged with something darker, ”—we didn’t leave it empty.”

I raised an eyebrow, my voice calm, curious. ”What kind of things do we have in the vehicle?”

Lisa grinned, ticking them off on her fingers like she was listing groceries. ”Boss, you know we don’t keep much when we go out...” She paused, her smile widening, knowing. ”But this time? We were going to an unknown location.” Her eyes flicked to me, gleaming.

”So, to prepare... I kept all kinds of weapons in the trunk.” She ticked them off, one by one. ”Guns. Knives. A few explosives—just in case.” She shrugged, nonchalant. ”And food. Lots of it. Medical kits, too. Enough to last us a while.”

I smiled, a real one this time—slow, satisfied, dangerous. ”Good girl.”

We moved faster, closing the distance between Mira’s group and us. They noticed us behind them, and Mira turned, her eyes narrowing as we caught up. ”Why are you following us?” she demanded, her voice sharp, accusatory.

I chuckled, shaking my head, my tone mocking. ”We’re not following you...” I spread my hands, innocent. ”We’re just moving in the same direction.”

”Yeah, that’s it,” I smirked, my eyes glinting with amusement.

I could see the vigilance in their eyes—the way their bodies tensed, the way their hands twitched, ready to react. But I didn’t care. Let them be afraid. Let them wonder.

We kept walking, the forest thick around us, the only sounds the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant chatter of birds. Then—suddenly—I noticed it. A movement in the undergrowth, a flash of scales glinting in the sunlight. A snake, coiled and ready, its body blending into the forest floor.

Bill was ahead, unaware, his boots crushing the dry leaves as he stepped forward. The snake reared, its head swaying for a moment before striking like a whip. Its fangs sank into Bill’s calf, deep and venomous.

Bill let out a piercing scream, ”AAAAAAAAAAA—!” His hands clutched his leg, his face twisting in agony as he collapsed to the ground.

Mira whirled, her face pale with shock. ”Bill! What happened?!”

Bill clutched his leg, his voice a whimper, panicked. ”Snake... It—it bit me! It hurts—!” His breath came in short gasps, his skin already sweating, his pulse racing as the venom spread.

Paul was already moving, kneeling beside him, his hands examining the bite. ”Let me take a look...” His voice was calm, clinical, but his eyes were wide, urgent. He peeled back the fabric of Bill’s pants, revealing the two puncture marks, already swelling, reddening, oozing a thin line of blood.

Paul looked up, his gaze sweeping over us, desperate. ”Does anyone have something—cloth, rope, anything? I need to bind it, slow the poison!”

There was nothing. No one spoke. No one moved.

Then—

Mira suddenly stripped off her jacket, revealing the shirt beneath. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned it, her fingers fumbling in her panic. The shirt fell open, revealing her black lace bra, tight and straining against her full, heavy tits.

For a moment, her cleavage was fully exposed, deep and inviting, her skin glowing in the dappled sunlight. She didn’t care. She tossed the shirt to Paul. ”Here! Use this!” she snapped, her voice desperate, frantic.

Paul caught it, immediately tying it tight around Bill’s leg, just above the bite. Mira pulled her jacket back on, but not before I caught a glimpse of her nipples, hard and visible through the thin fabric of her bra.

She zipped it up, but the damage was done—her cleavage was still visible, pressing against the jacket’s zipper, threatening to spill out.

Bill groaned, his face pale, his body trembling as the venom coursed through him. Paul worked quickly, tying the shirt tight, his hands steady despite the urgency. ”We need to keep him still,” he muttered, his voice tense. ”If the venom spreads—”

Mira knelt beside her son, her hands hovering over him, unsure of what to do. ”Will he be okay?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Paul didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

I watched, amused, arms crossed. Entertaining. But useless. Bill’s fate was already sealed—unless we decided otherwise.

And right now?

I wasn’t in the mood to play savior.

I glanced at Angela and Lisa, their smirks matching mine. ”Well,” I murmured, my voice low, ”this just got interesting.”

Lisa grinned, her eyes gleaming. ”You’re not going to help them?”

I shrugged, my smile cold. ”Why would I?” I gestured to Bill, his body convulsing, his face twisted in pain. ”This? This is nature’s way of weeding out the weak.”

Angela chuckled, her voice a dark purr. ”And if he dies?”

I turned to her, my eyes gleaming. ”Then Mira learns a valuable lesson.” My tone was final, unyielding. ”The forest doesn’t care about mothers or sons. It takes what it wants.”

Mira clutched Bill’s hand, her tears streaming down her face, her voice breaking with desperation. ”What are we supposed to do now?” Her gaze darted between Paul and Nicole, searching for an answer, for hope, for anything that could save her son.

Nicole stood frozen, her face pale, her eyes wide with panic as she watched her brother convulse, his breath shallow, his skin slick with sweat. ”Mom...” Her voice was a whisper, shaking, lost.

Paul exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his face a mask of helplessness. ”We can only hope,” he murmured, his voice tight, strained.

”Hope that the snake’s poison wasn’t deadly...” He paused, his eyes flicking to Bill’s swollen leg, the shirt tied tight around it, already soaked with sweat and blood. ”If we can find antivenom...” His voice took on a desperate edge, ”We can save him. For sure.”

Mira looked up, her eyes wild, frantic. ”Where will we find it here?!” Her voice cracked, raw with fear. ”We’re in the middle of nowhere! There’s nothing here!”

Nicole’s face suddenly lit up, her voice cutting through the panic like a knife. ”Mom!” She grabbed Mira’s arm, her fingers digging in.

”I noticed there was an ambulance...” Her words tumbled out, fast, urgent. ”When we were gathering supplies yesterday... It was parked near the clearing! If there’s anywhere with antivenom, it’s there!”

Mira’s eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting in her gaze. ”You’re sure?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Nicole nodded frantically. ”Yes! I saw it! The red cross was on the side!”

Paul stood up, his face set with determination. ”Then we go.” He turned to Mira, his voice firm. ”We carry Bill. Now.”