Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 606: The First Lady - Marina

The air in Kevin’s office was thick with the scent of aged leather and power as he rose from his desk, his tailored suit shifting with the weight of his authority.

The four bodyguards—hulking, silent figures in black—fell into formation around him like shadows given form.

I watched, unseen, as they moved as one unit down the marble hallways of the White House, their polished shoes clicking against the floor. The residential wing loomed ahead, a sanctuary of privilege and secrecy.

I slipped through the door just as the bodyguards took their posts outside, their backs rigid, their eyes scanning for threats that could never detect me.

Inside, the world transformed. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light over gilded moldings, and the hushed murmurs of maids and butlers filled the air like a symphony of servitude.

A grand staircase spiraled upward, its banister carved with intricate designs that spoke of generations of wealth. Kevin didn’t hesitate. He moved with the confidence of a man who owned the world, his steps echoing as he turned down a private corridor.

I followed, my presence a whisper in the opulence.

The door to the master suite was ajar. Kevin pushed it open, and the scent of jasmine and expensive perfume spilled out. Marina( Kevin’s wife ) was there, reclining on the bed like a queen holding court in her own domain.

The silk sheets pooled around her hips, her lingerie—a delicate concoction of black lace and sheer fabric—clinging to her curves. She was in her forties, but her body was a testament to timeless allure: full, heavy breasts that swelled against the fabric, her nipples hard and visible through the thin material. Her legs were long, toned, the kind that could wrap around a man and never let go.

”You’re back, honey?” Her voice was a purr, laced with something darker—boredom, maybe. Or hunger.

Kevin loosened his tie, his aged face softening as he looked at her. ”You haven’t slept yet?”

Marina sighed, rolling onto her side. The movement made her breasts sway, the lace straining against her flesh. ”No...” She bit her lower lip, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheets. ”I just can’t sleep. I was waiting for you.”

Kevin chuckled, as if her restlessness was a quirk he found endearing. ”You should rest, Marina. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, her hand slid down her body, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. Kevin, oblivious, turned toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Marina’s demeanor shifted. The mask of the dutiful wife melted away. Her lips curled into a sneer. ”Useless...” she hissed, the word dripping with venom.

She didn’t waste time. Rolling onto her back, she reached for the sleep mask on the nightstand and pulled it over her eyes, as if blindfolding herself could shut out the reality of her marriage.

Then, her hand disappeared into the drawer of her bedside table. A second later, she pulled out a sleek, black dildo—thick, veined, and at least six inches long. The toy glistened under the soft light, already slick with some kind of lubricant.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.

She brought the dildo to her mouth, her tongue snaking out to trace the tip. A soft, needy moan escaped her as she swirled her tongue around the head, her lips parting to take more of it between them.

The sound was obscene—wet, hungry. She sucked on it for a moment, her cheeks hollowing, before pulling back with a gasp. A thin string of saliva connected her lips to the toy, glistening for a heartbeat before snapping.

”Mmm...” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She pressed the dildo against her chest, dragging it between her breasts.

The cool silicone contrasted with her warm skin, and she arched her back, pushing her tits together to cradle the toy.

She rubbed it against her nipples, the lace of her bra doing little to dull the sensation. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she ground the dildo into her flesh, her hips beginning to rock in time with her movements.

”Fuck...” she breathed, her free hand sliding down to squeeze one breast, her fingers pinching her nipple through the fabric.

The dildo moved lower, trailing over her stomach, her skin prickling under its path. She spread her legs wider, her thighs trembling as the toy finally reached the apex between her thighs.

She didn’t insert it—not yet. Instead, she pressed the head of the dildo against her clit, the lace of her panties the only barrier. She rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, her hips lifting off the bed as pleasure coiled tight within her.

”Oh god... yes...” Her voice was a ragged whisper, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The dildo slid against her, the friction maddening, her panties already damp with arousal. She bit her lip, her body trembling as she worked the toy harder, her moans growing louder, more animalistic.

I watched, unseen, my own breath steady. The scene was intoxicating—raw, unfiltered lust. But I had a job to do.

I moved like a shadow, slipping into the bathroom just as Kevin turned on the faucet, the sound of running water masking my approach.

He was at the sink, his back to me, his shirt half-off. For a man in his sixties, he still carried himself with the arrogance of youth. That would be his last mistake.

I materialized behind him, my hand already vibrating at a frequency that made the air hum. My fingers elongated, sharpening into a blade of pure energy—no blood, no mess, just precision.

Kevin didn’t even have time to turn. One swift motion, and my hand pierced through his back, straight into his heart. His body jerked, his mouth opening in a silent gasp, but no sound came out. His eyes widened, the life draining from them in an instant.

I withdrew my hand, and his body crumpled to the floor. No blood. No struggle. Just... gone.

With a thought, I activated the System Storage. A shimmering portal opened beneath his corpse, and in a blink, he was gone—erased from existence, as if he’d never been there at all.