Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I tightened my grip on her wrists, my other hand sliding down to cup her pussy through her skirt. She was already wet, the heat of her radiating through the leaves. ”Fuck, Ruth. You’re dripping for me already, aren’t you?”

She whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. ”Dexter... please...”

I chuckled darkly, my fingers pressing harder, teasing her through the fabric. ”Tonight, I’m going to ruin that naughty pussy of yours. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’m going to make you squirt all over my cock, and then I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”

Ruth’s thighs clenched together, her breath coming in ragged gasps. ”Whenever you talk like that... I get so excited. My pussy starts to get wet just thinking about it.”

I leaned in, my lips brushing hers. ”That means your pussy is aching for my cock, doesn’t it?”

She nodded frantically, her eyes wide and desperate. ”Yes... It’s been itching for you all day. I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel inside me.”

I groaned, my control slipping. I crushed my mouth to hers, my tongue plunging between her lips, claiming her in a searing kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching against mine, her pussy grinding against my hand. I could feel how wet she was, how ready she was for me.

But just as she was melting into me, just as her hands were clawing at my clothes, I pulled away. Ruth let out a frustrated whine, her eyes glazed with lust. ”Dexter... why did you stop?”

I smirked, adjusting my skirt to hide the wet spot her pussy had left on the fabric. ”Because, Ruth, I want you to spend the rest of the day aching for me. I want you to feel how wet you are, how empty you are without my cock inside you. By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’re going to be begging me to let you cum.”

She whimpered, her thighs pressing together as if she could relieve the throbbing need between her legs. ”That’s cruel...”

I laughed, low and dark. ”Oh, Ruth. You have no idea how cruel I can be.”

Just as Ruth was about to protest, Ravina’s voice crackled in my earpiece, sharp and urgent. ”Dexter... those two women are here. Helen identified them as the ones who caught her and wanted to harm her, and even wanted to harm you. What should we do with them? They’re not here to fight. They’re lying on the ground, heads down, as if asking for forgiveness.”

I tore my gaze away from Ruth, my mind snapping back to the present. I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her protest. ”I need to pee. Stay here. Don’t touch yourself, Ruth. If I find out you’ve made yourself cum before I get back, I’ll punish you for it.”

Her eyes widened, but she nodded, her breath still ragged. I turned and strode away, my cock still painfully hard, the image of Ruth’s desperate, needy expression burned into my mind.

I used my magical tool as a jetpack, floating above the cliff before landing in a hidden spot. I didn’t want Veronica and Mary to know about me yet—not until I decided how to handle them.

I walked toward the camp of my Overlord Kingdom, where Ravina, Sabina, and the other tribe members stood in a defensive formation. In front of them knelt two women, both dressed in jeans and tops—Veronica in a red top, Mary in green. Their heads were bowed, their postures submissive.

Veronica spoke first, her voice trembling. ”We don’t mean any harm. We’re here to apologize. We want to meet the man who saved my life... to thank him personally. We beg you.”

Ravina noticed me approaching and called out, ”King, you’re here!”

The tribe cheered as I stepped forward. Veronica and Mary looked up, their eyes locking onto me.

Veronica’s face was streaked with tears as she rushed toward me, throwing herself at my feet. ”Thank you... Thank you so much for saving me. I don’t know how you did it, but when I woke up, my wound was healed as if it had never been there.”

”I saw you talking to your people, and strangely... I understood every word you said. You’re so kind... even after Mary wanted to hurt you, you still saved me and protected us. I don’t know how I started understanding your language when I woke up, but I still can’t understand anyone else’s.”

I kept my expression neutral, though internally, I was assessing the situation. Veronica didn’t know I was from the future—she only understood me because I’d been speaking English, while the tribe spoke their native tongue.

Veronica’s voice was desperate. ”Can you say something? I know I’m not crazy. I can understand you.”

Mary joined her sister, her voice thick with guilt. ”I don’t know if you can understand us, or if my sister is hallucinating... but I’m responsible for everything. I’m sorry.”

I kept my voice calm, authoritative. ”Yes, you’re right. I didn’t want to see you die like that. You were kind enough to save me.”

Mary gasped, her eyes widening. ”You... I can understand you!”

I nodded. ”I granted you and your sister the ability to understand my words when I healed your sister.”

Veronica turned to Mary, her eyes wide. ”I guess those myths weren’t just stories. People with power existed in ancient tribes, and you must be one of them. You must have granted me the ability to understand your language.”

Mary’s voice broke. ”Why? I wanted to kill you, even hurt your companion, and you still helped us. I’m sorry... I’m so sorry.”

Veronica’s voice was fervent. ”I know I wasn’t hallucinating. Thank you... Thank you. We don’t know how to repay you, but please let us stay with you and serve you as your servants. It’s the only way we can repay your kindness. Please, I beg you.”

Veronica and Mary bowed their heads, refusing to rise. ”We won’t get up until you agree.”

I looked down at them, considering. They were alone in this world, desperate for protection, for purpose. And I did have a use for them.