Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”Yes!” She whimpered, her legs spreading wider, her fingers clawing at the furs, her voice raw, broken. ”Please, Dexter! I need it! I need you!”

I chuckled, low, cruel, as I slid a finger inside her. She was tight, hot, clenching around me like she never wanted to let go. ”You think you can take it?” I pumped my finger, slow, deliberate, feeling her walls flutter around me, milking me already.

”You think this pussy can hold my seed long enough to make you pregnant?”

”I’ll make it!” She panted, her hands gripping my wrist, trying to pull me deeper. ”I’ll keep it all! Every drop! Just AAAH! Just give it to me!”

I pulled my finger out, watching her whine at the loss, her body twisting, needy. Then I gripped my cock, stroking it once, twice, feeling it harden fully in my hand, throbbing, aching to fill her. ”You want it?” I pressed the head against her entrance, letting her feel the heat, the weight, the promise of what was coming. ”Then take it.”

She nodded, her eyes wild, her body trembling.

And I slammed into her.

No warning. No gentleness. Just raw, brutal possession.

”AAAAAAH!” She screamed, her back arching, her nails raking down my back as I buried myself to the hilt, my balls slapping against her ass. Her pussy clenched around me, tight, scalding, trying to pull me deeper even as her body trembled with the impact.

”Fuck!” My voice was a guttural snarl, my hips slamming into Hina with brutal precision as her pussy clenched around me like a vice. Her walls pulsed, milking me, demanding every drop of what I had to give.

”You want a baby?” I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside her, then slammed back in with a wet, obscene smack. ”Then take it.”

My hips pistoned, relentless, each thrust driving a broken cry from her lips. ”Take every fucking drop.”

Hina’s body was a masterpiece of depravity beneath me. Her pussy—obscene, swollen, glistening—clenched around my cock like it was designed to ruin me. Her clit throbbed, engorged, rubbing against my cock with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure ripping through her. Her nipples—hard as stones, aching, begging—jutted out, darkened to a deep crimson, swollen with need.

”Dexter! Dexter— Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Hmmmm—! ” Her voice shattered, her body seizing beneath me, her pussy clenching so tight around my cock it felt like she was trying to fuse our flesh together. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent, all-consuming, her back arching off the furs, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard as pebbles. Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, her entire being reduced to one thing—

Me.

”Good.” My voice was a snarl, dark, possessive, victorious. I felt my balls draw up, my cock swelling to its fullest, throbbing with the need to claim her. ”Because I’m gonna fill this pussy so full of cum, you won’t walk straight for days.”

I glanced at Ryan.

He was still there, frozen in the shadows, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide and glazed as he watched his woman get fucked senseless by me. His cock—what little was left of it—twitched pathetically in his hand, soft as mud, useless. His breath came in ragged gasps, his face a mask of shame, arousal, and utter helplessness. Every moan from Hina’s lips was a knife in his pride, every cry a reminder of what he couldn’t give her.

What he never would.

I grabbed Hina’s tits, twisting her nipples until they stood erect, dark, swollen with need. She gasped, her back arching, her voice a broken whine.

”Aaaaaah.... Dexter.. don’t...”

I pulled my cock out with a wet, obscene pop, teasing her, leaving her empty, aching. Her nipples were obscene—dark, thick, swollen to twice their size, jutting out like ripe berries begging to be plucked, bitten, ruined.

The areolas were puffy, dusky, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the skin so tight they looked ready to burst. When I twisted them between my fingers, they hardened further, stiff as pebbles, the tips darkening to a deep, angry crimson, pulsing with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

”Aaaaaah—! D-Dexter—! N-Nnngh—! D-Don’t—! It hurts—! B-But—! Aaaah—!”

Her voice was a broken symphony of pain and pleasure, her body betraying her words as her pussy clenched empty air, dripping fresh arousal onto the furs beneath her. Her nipples ached, throbbed, begging for more even as she tried to squirm away, her thighs pressing together, trapping the heat between them.

”You like that, Aunt Hina?” I growled, my thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple harder, watching as it swelled further, darkened further, her breath hitching in her throat.

”Your tits are made for milk...” My tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of her areola before circling the hard peak, teasing, taunting.

”And your nipples...” I bit down suddenly, not hard enough to draw blood—but close—making her scream, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. ”They’re going to feed my child.”

Hina’s eyes widened, confusion and lust warring in her gaze. ”A-Are you sure...?” she panted, her voice trembling, her body trembling harder as I switched to her other nipple, giving it the same brutal attention. ”B-But how—? Aaaah—! Nngh—! I-I thought—! Aaaah—! Y-You said—!”

I pulled back, grinning darkly, my lips shiny with her arousal, my teeth gleaming. ”I said a lot of things, Aunt Hina.” My hand slid down her body, cupping her pussy, feeling the heat, the wetness, the way her walls twitched around my fingers.

”But right now...” I pushed a finger inside her, making her gasp, her back arching off the furs. ”You’re going to take what I give you.”

”Aaaaaah—!”

My cock was a monster—thick, veined, pulsing with the need to destroy her. The head was already breaching her entrance, spreading her lips obscenely wide, forcing her to take every inch. She was so tight, so swollen, her walls clenching around me like a vice, trying to pull me deeper even as her body resisted the invasion.

”D-Dexter—!” Hina whimpered, her fingers digging into my arms, her legs spreading wider, offering herself up to me even as she tried to brace for what was coming. ”I-It’s too big—! Aaaah—! I-I can’t! Nngh! It’s hitting! Aaaaaah!”

”Good.” I snarled, slamming my hips forward, forcing my cock deeper, feeling her cervix give way beneath the onslaught. ”Because I’m going to fuck it until you can’t walk.”

Her womb opened for me with a wet pop, my cock slamming home, burying itself to the hilt inside her. Hina screamed, her body jerking, her pussy gushing around me, soaking my balls, the furs, everything. ”AAAAAAAAAAH!” Her voice cracked, her nails raking down my back, drawing blood. ”I-It’s inside! Aaaah! D-Don’t stop! P-Please!”

I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

Her womb was tight, scalding, clenching around the head of my cock like it never wanted to let go. Every thrust slammed me deeper, harder, forcing her to take all of me. ”You feel that, Aunt Hina?” I growled, grinding my hips against hers, making sure she felt every inch, every ridge, every pulse.