Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

A loud, furious voice cut through the air like a whipcrack.

”Let go of my mother!”

I turned to see Eric straining against the ropes binding him to the tree, his muscles bulging, his face twisted in rage. His voice was raw, desperate, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him.

A woman cried out, her voice trembling but firm. ”Eric... don’t worry. Mother is fine...”

My gaze flicked to her—and my breath caught.

She was stunning. Her body was lean but curved in all the right places, her skin glistening with sweat, her black pubic hair thick and wild between her thighs. Her nipples were dark brown, hard and erect, standing out against her golden skin.

The leaf covering her had been torn away, leaving her completely exposed, her pussy damp and glistening, her body trembling with a mix of fear and something darker—something feral.

Ravina noticed my gaze lingering on the woman. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she stepped closer, her voice a dark purr. ”What is your name?”

The woman lifted her chin, defiance flashing in her eyes despite the humiliation of her exposure. ”Wendy.”

Ravina’s smirk deepened. She reached out, her hand cracking against Wendy’s ass with a sharp smack.

The sound echoed through the camp, Wendy gasping as her body jolted forward, her breasts swaying with the impact. Ravina’s voice was thick with mockery as she called out to Eric, ”Is she your mother, kid?”

Eric’s face twisted in fury. ”Don’t you dare touch my mother!” His voice was a snarl, his body straining against the ropes, his muscles trembling with the effort to break free.

Ravina laughed, low and cruel, her fingers trailing down Wendy’s back, her touch lingering just above the curve of her ass. ”Or what, little boy?” Her voice was a taunt, her eyes gleaming with amusement. ”What are you going to do?”

Eric’s body strained against the ropes binding him to the tree, his muscles bulging, his face twisted in a snarl of helpless rage. ”I’ll kill you!” His voice was raw, cracking with fury, his eyes burning into Ravina as if he could set her aflame with his glare alone.

Ravina’s laughter echoed through the camp, rich and dark, her fingers trailing down Wendy’s back with deliberate slowness. ”Oh, kid...” Her voice was a velvet taunt, her gaze flicking to me before settling back on Wendy, her smirk deepening. ”You’re in no position to make threats.” Her hand slid lower, her fingers brushing against the curve of Wendy’s ass, her touch lingering just long enough to make Wendy’s breath hitch.

Wendy’s voice trembled, her eyes darting between her son and Ravina, her body tense with fear and something darker—something feral. ”He’s just a kid...” she pleaded, her hands twitching at her sides. ”He doesn’t understand—”

Ravina sighed, her fingers stilling on Wendy’s hip, her voice softening just slightly, though her eyes remained sharp.

”I know.” She stepped back, her gaze sweeping over Wendy’s exposed body, lingering on the dark, curly hair between her thighs, the way her nipples stood hard and erect.

”I’m also a woman, Wendy.” Her voice was almost gentle, but there was an edge to it, something cold and calculating. ”Don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

Wendy’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling as she tried to cover herself, her arms crossing over her chest. ”Then... what do you want?” Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Ravina’s gaze swept over the captured men tied to the trees, her lips curling into a slow, cruel smile. ”As you can see, our tribe is only women.” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. ”We don’t accept men in our tribe.”

Wendy’s eyes widened, her voice trembling. ”What are you going to do with them?”

Ravina’s smirk deepened, her fingers tapping against the shaft of her spear. ”It depends on what your leader, Ryan, decides.” Her gaze flicked to me, her expression darkening with intent. ”This tribe will only have one man—Dexter. Because he is a healer.”

She turned to me, her voice dropping to a vulgar purr as she stepped closer, her eyes raking over my body with possessive hunger. ”Dexter... as a healer...” Her fingers trailed down my chest, her touch lingering just above my waist, her voice thick with suggestion. ”You have to help our tribe increase the population.”

Wendy’s breath caught, her eyes flicking between Ravina and me, her body tensing with a mix of shock and something darker—something needful.

Ravina’s gaze snapped back to Wendy, her voice cold and calculating. ”Wendy...” She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against Wendy’s thigh, her touch sending a shiver through the woman’s body.

”Is your pussy still dripping blood?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes dark with intent. ”Can you still become pregnant?”

Wendy’s face paled, shock flashing in her eyes. ”It’s still dripping blood...” Her voice was a trembling whisper, her fingers twisting together. ”But my husband died... So I cannot become pregnant.”

Ravina’s lips curled into a smirk, her voice a dark chuckle. ”Who told you that if your husband died, you could not become pregnant?”

Wendy’s eyes widened, her voice a shocked whisper. ”What?”

Ravina turned to me, her voice dripping with suggestion, her gaze locking onto mine. ”You just have to find a cock that can drop seed inside your pussy...” Her fingers trailed down my arm, her touch possessive, her smirk deepening. ”Then you can become pregnant.”

Wendy’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting together so tightly her knuckles turned white. ”It’s not right...” Her voice was a trembling whisper, her eyes darting between Ravina and me, shame and desperation warring in her gaze.

”Who would be willing to breed a dirty woman like me?” Her fingers clenched into fists, her body trembling as she forced the words out.

”If you have to increase the population, why don’t you accept our children and men? They can help you hunt, bring food, provide protection—”

Sabina stepped forward, her spear glinting in the sunlight as she cut Wendy off with a sharp laugh. ”There can be no loyalty in them.” Her voice was cold, her eyes sweeping over the bound men with disdain.

”They can stab us in the back at any time.” She turned to Wendy, her gaze unyielding. ”But a child raised in our tribe? A child born to our women?” Her lips curled into a smirk. ”That child will be loyal. That child will be ours.”

Ravina nodded in agreement, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on my chest, her touch possessive. ”Sabina is right.” Her voice was smooth, her gaze flicking to Wendy, dark with intent.

”We don’t need men. We don’t need their children.” Her fingers tightened on my arm, her voice dropping to a dark murmur. ”We need ours.”