Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”That’s my cock hitting your womb.” I pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming home again, making her scream. ”And soon, it’s going to fill you so full of cum, you’ll never forget it.”

”Y-Yes! Aaaah! P-Please! I need it! Nngh! I want your baby! Aaaaaah!”

I felt it—the moment my balls tightened, the moment my cock swelled, ready to release. Hina felt it, too. Her legs locked around my waist, her pussy clenching desperately, milking me, begging for it.

”Aunt Hina,” I growled, my voice rough and commanding, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. ”Take my seed. Be the mother of my child.”

But she didn’t know. No one did. Limit Breaker was active. My cum was infertile. Always had been. She’d never carry my child. But she’d beg for it. Crave it. Obsess over it.

”Y-Yes! Aaaah! P-Please! I’ll keep it all! Every drop! Aaaaaah!”

And then— I released.

Deep. Hard.

Unstoppable.

The first rope of cum blasted into her womb, scalding, claiming, sealing her fate. Hina screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy gushing around me, mixing my seed with her own arousal. Her legs locked around my waist like she’d never let go.

”Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her voice was raw, broken, ecstatic, her fingers digging into my skin like claws. ”Give me all of it! I’ll keep it! I’ll keep it all!”

I kept pumping, kept filling her, kept breeding her. My cock jerked with every spurt, every thick jet of cum painting her insides. Her womb suctioned at the tip, desperate and greedy, trying to drag every last drop from me. Her pussy clenched, milked, and wept, her body shuddering with aftershocks as I emptied myself into her. Claiming her. Ruining her. Making her mine.

When I finally pulled out, my cock glistening with cum and her arousal, Hina gasped. Her hand shot between her legs, slapping over her pussy like a seal. She clenched her thighs tight, trapping my seed inside her, her face twisted in desperation.

”No,” she panted, her voice panicked. ”It can’t leak out. Not now!” Her fingers pressed harder, her hips lifting off the furs, trying to keep every drop of me inside her. ”I need it. I need it to stay.”

A thin trickle of cum escaped her grip, dripping down her thigh. She whimpered, her fingers trembling, but she didn’t dare move. Not when her entire future hung in the balance.

I turned to Ryan. He was still there, still watching, his face pale, his cock now completely limp in his hand. The Cuckold God Ability had done its work. Perfectly. Forever.

I chuckled in my mind, cold and triumphant. Now his cock would only get hard when he saw me fucking his wife. Otherwise? Impotent. Useless. Pathetic.

I grinned, feral and savage, my lips still glistening with the taste of Hina’s skin, my cock still throbbing from the ruin I’d wrought upon her. Ryan’s face was a masterpiece of broken pride, his eyes darting between me and Hina’s spread thighs. Her pussy was still glistening with my cum, still clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

I turned to him, my voice dripping with false warmth and mocking kindness. ”Congratulations, Uncle Ryan,” I said, my hand clapping his shoulder, heavy and possessive. ”For becoming a father.”

Ryan’s face twisted, flustered, and panicked. His gaze locked onto Hina’s pussy, his mouth hanging open, his mind racing with betrayal and shame. He looked like a man who had lost everything—his wife, his pride, his very sense of self. His voice cracked, broken, and desperate.

”Thank you, Dexter,” he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. ”For making my woman... pregnant.” His hands trembled, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for her, to claim her, but he knew—deep down—he never could. ”Don’t worry,” his voice wavered. ”I’ll definitely take good care of you.”

I laughed internally, cold and cruel. Care of me? As if he had any power left. As if he wasn’t already broken.

I looked at Ryan and said, ”Thank you, Elder Ryan.”

I turned to Hina, my voice softening into a dark purr, my eyes raking over her ruined body. ”Aunt Hina,” I murmured, reaching out to brush a sweat-slicked lock of hair from her forehead. ”Soon, you’ll be the mother of a child.”

Hina’s eyes fluttered, dazed, drunk on endorphins and the aftermath of pleasure. Unconsciously, her free hand rose, pressing against her stomach, rubbing slow circles over her lower belly—as if she could already feel the weight of a child inside her. Her other hand remained clamped over her pussy, fingers pressed tight, desperate to keep my seed trapped inside.

She was covered in sweat, her skin glistening, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Her tits were red, raw, and swollen from my mouth, my teeth, my hands—her nipples still hard, dark, and aching.

Drops of sweat rolled down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the tremble of her thighs. Her lips were bruised, parted, breathing my name like a prayer.

Ryan’s gaze flickered between us, his face pale, his body tensed like a coiled spring—but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. The Cuckold God Ability had seen to that. His cock twitched pathetically in his hand, soft and useless, a shadow of what it once was. His breath hitched as Hina moaned softly, her fingers pressing harder against her pussy, her thighs clenching tight.

”Mother,” the word sounded foreign on his lips, bitter and twisted. He looked at her like she was already lost to him. Because she was.

I leaned down, my lips brushing Hina’s ear, my voice a whisper only she could hear. ”You’ll make a beautiful mother, Aunt Hina.” My hand slid down, cupping her stomach, feeling the heat of her skin, the tremor of her body. ”But remember,” my fingers pressed firm and possessive, ”this belly will only swell for me.”

Hina shivered, her eyes fluttering closed, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She didn’t know the truth—that my seed was barren, that she’d never carry my child. But she would believe it. She would crave it. She would obsess over the lie I’d fed her.

And Ryan? He would watch. He would ache. He would remember. Every. Single. Moment.

I stood, straightening my leaf skirt, my cock still half-hard, still throbbing with the memory of her tight, milking heat. Ryan’s eyes flickered to it, then away, his face burning with shame.

”Goodnight, Dexter,” his voice was hoarse and broken. ”And... thank you. Again.”

I chuckled, low and dark, knowing he hated every word. ”Sleep well, Uncle.” My gaze flickered to Hina, her body still trembling, her hand still clamped over her pussy, her fingers still trapping my cum inside her. ”You too, Aunt Hina. Rest,” my lips curved. ”You’ll need it.”