Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 603: Diana: The Immortal Wife

A soft, golden light enveloped her as I activated Eternal Vitality. The energy seeped into her skin, mending any hidden injuries, replenishing her stamina, strengthening her very soul.

Grace gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the changes—her body lighter, her mind sharper, her spirit unbreakable. A shiver ran down her spine, and for a moment, her knees nearly buckled.

”T-Thank you, Master Dexter...” She stammered, her voice trembling with gratitude and something deeper—devotion. Her fingers clenched at her sides, as if she wanted to touch me but didn’t dare. ”I... I didn’t expect—”

I released her, giving her a small, knowing smirk. ”Rest. You’ve earned it.”

She nodded, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes lingering on me for a moment longer before she bowed her head and walked away, her steps lighter than before. But not before I caught the way her fingers brushed against her lips, as if tasting the memory of my touch.

I watched her go, then turned toward the stairs. ”Where’s Diana?”

”Upstairs, Master,” Grace called back, her voice already fading as she disappeared down the hall. ”On the balcony. She’s been there for... a while.”

The night air was cool, the sky a vast, star-strewn canvas as I stepped onto the balcony. The moonlight bathed everything in silver, casting long, dramatic shadows across the wrought-iron furniture.

Diana was sitting in a chair, her legs curled beneath her, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The wind played with her dark hair, and for a moment, she looked almost ethereal—a goddess lost in thought.

She didn’t turn as I approached, but I knew she sensed me. The tension in her shoulders betrayed her. The way her fingers tightened around the armrest told me everything.

I pulled the chair beside her closer, the scrape of metal against stone breaking the silence. Then I sat down, reaching out and grabbing her waist, yanking her onto my lap in one smooth motion. She let out a small, surprised gasp, her hands flying to my chest for balance, her body stiffening for just a second before she melted into me.

”What’s my little wife thinking about?” I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my hand sliding down to squeeze her ass—firm, possessive. ”You’ve been up here a long time.”

Diana didn’t answer at first. Instead, she leaned into me, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and longing. ”I was... waiting.”

I chuckled, my fingers tracing circles on her hip. ”For me?”

She huffed, her eyes finally meeting mine, sparking with defiance. ”For you to remember I exist.” Her voice was sharp, but there was something else beneath it—hurt. ”You were too busy playing with your beauties downstairs.”

I pinched her ass again, harder this time, making her yelp. ”Are you jealous, Diana?”

She scoffed, but her cheeks flushed, betraying her. ”Who would be jealous?” She tried to sound nonchalant, but her fingers dug into my shirt, clutching tightly. ”Angela told me... You have so many women.” Her voice wavered, just for a second. ”I’d die of jealousy... if I cared.”

I laughed, pulling her closer, my arm wrapping around her waist. ”Liar.”

She glared at me, but there was no real anger in it. Just frustration. ”I...” She paused, her gaze dropping, her voice softer. ”I just... think... you’re too good.” She sighed, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. ”I always wanted to protect you... to pamper you... But it’s the other way around.”

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. ”Isn’t that right?” My voice was gentle, but firm. ”For me to protect and love my woman?”

Diana bit her lip, her eyes glistening for a moment before she looked away. ”It’s... not that simple.”

I didn’t press. Instead, I leaned in, my lips crashing against hers in a deep, possessive kiss. She melted into me, her lips parting as my tongue invaded her mouth, fighting with hers, claiming her. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

When I finally pulled back, a silver thread of saliva connected our lips, glistening in the moonlight. Diana blushed, her breath uneven, her eyes half-lidded with desire and something softer—love.

”Did you... Do something to me?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. ”I mean...” She touched her chest, her eyes widening as she felt the energy pulsing within her.

”I feel... refreshed... There’s no exhaustion... I feel full... alive...” She looked at me, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief. ”What... what did you do?”

I smiled, my thumb brushing her cheek. ”I was worried about you getting hurt.” My voice was soft, almost apologetic. ”So I... shared my ability with you.”

Diana froze, her breath catching. ”You...?”

I nodded. ”Now you’re an immortal existence... like me.” I paused, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. ”You’ll live forever... with me.”

Diana’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. ”R-Really...?” She stammered, her voice trembling with excitement.

”OMG...” She threw her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine, her heart pounding against my chest. ”You... you did this for me...?”

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight. ”Angela already has it.”

Diana pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. ”So... I’m like her now?” There was a hint of challenge in her voice, a spark of possessiveness.

I grinned, leaning in to nibble on her earlobe. ”You’re better.”

She laughed, the sound light, happy, as she nuzzled against me. ”You’re impossible.”

I kissed the top of her head, my lips lingering against her soft hair. ”And you love me for it.”

Diana didn’t deny it. Instead, she snuggled closer, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest, her voice soft. ”What do we do now?”

I looked out at the stars, the night stretching endlessly before us. ”Now?” I murmured, my hand sliding up to cup her breast, squeezing gently. ”Now... we live.”

Diana smiled, her eyes shining in the moonlight. ”Together?”

I kissed her again, slow and deep, my hand tightening on her waist. ”Forever.”