Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Agatha’s Squirting Pussy
“First…” My voice sliced through the desperate whimpers of the women like a blade through silk. The air itself seemed to still, every breath held as they waited for my command. “I need to take care of Agatha.”

A pause. Let them understand.

“Her situation is… special.”

My fingers twitched at my sides, picturing how her pregnant pussy would choke my dick—warm, snug, wet with the secretion of a woman nurturing life. Just thinking about it made my erection throb painfully against my skirt.

“Her cunt has got to be opened up…” I murmured while looking at the females. I observed their legs moving closer to what I said.

“So her child can come out easily at birth.” Another pause, slower this time, savoring the way their breath hitched. “And I can do both—breed her and restore my energy at the same time.”

Ravina didn’t hesitate. “As you wish, Dexter.”

She turned to Agatha, her voice firm but trembling with anticipation. “Agatha… go to my hut. The King will live there… from now on.”

Agatha’s hands were already wiping across her swollen belly with her fingers sheltering the curve. Her eyes popped, and her mouth hung open in a soundless “oh”. But she didn’t contradict. Her head was turned, pointing in agreement with her slow, deliberate movements, and her pregnancy outweighed the hips that each step swung.

My cock was pulsing with such a heavy pulsation that it was almost unbearable.

I didn’t care about doubling them, about strategy—right now, all I wanted was to bury myself in that pregnant cunt and feel her walls milk me dry.

I turned to Ravina, my voice rough with need. “Take care of the injured. I’ll heal them… once my energy is restored.”

She agreed, but I could still read the desire in her eyes, the manner in which her tongue quickly passed over her lips. She was longing to see. That was clear to me from all of them.

To comfort the women, I took out the Soothing Cream I bought for Ruth from the System storage right into my palm. The women ooh’d and ahh’d, staring at the cream with the same reverence that one would reserve for a sacred object.

“It will relieve their discomfort,” I said, giving it to Ravina. “Apply it to their wounds. It’ll help… until I can heal them properly.”

Sabina’s voice was a breathless whisper. “Thank you for your grace, my King…”

I didn’t answer. I was already moving, following Sabina to Ravina’s hut, my cock straining against my skirt with every step. The door flap was tied shut—I tore it aside.

And there she was.

Agatha sat on the stone bed, her legs pressed together, her hands resting on her belly. She looked up as I entered, her eyes widening in shock.

“You are a God…” Her voice was a trembling whisper. “I am so blessed by the ancestors to meet a being like you—”

I didn’t let her finish.

I damn near tackled her, arms locked tight around all that soft, pregnant curve, dragging her flush against me. Her belly wedged between us—hot, weighty, didn’t matter at all. I wanted every bit of her, crushed right up to me. My hands slid down, found her ass, and squeezed like I needed to anchor myself.

“Hey…” I muttered, lips brushing her ear, breath coming out rough, my cock straining, grinding up on her thigh like I was starving. “Forget everything else. Let me take care of you first.”

Agatha’s legs were shaking as my hands were moving on her; my fingers were feeling deeply into the soft, mutable skin of her hips. She was very wet, the swelling of her pussy, and the shining of it, the scent of her arousal being so strong that I could even taste it on my tongue.

“Lie down,” I said, my voice low and dark, which made her whimper.

She did as I said straight away, her huge, pregnant body going down on the stone bed, her legs turning open as if she was inviting me. Her vagina was still wet, the lips were swollen and shining, and the little opening was moving like a curtain shedding from which being filled. An orgasmic drop of her arousal was moving down her leg, and I growled, seeing it.

“Fucking perfect,” I hissed, my cock pulsing painfully against my leaf skirt.

I didn’t waste time.

I sank to my knees right between her thighs, hands gliding up, thumbs digging into that plush, trembling flesh flanking her soaked cunt. She let out this sharp gasp—I could swear I felt her shiver—while my breath ghosted over her skin, hot as hell.

“Agatha… your pussy… is dripping so much water,” I muttered, squeezing her ass, pulling her open like I needed to see every inch. “I have to get a real closer look…”

Then I crashed my mouth against her, kissing her pussy like I’d been starving for it.

My tongue slid over those plush, slick lips—god, the taste of her, all sweet and filthy at once, went straight to my head. She let out this wild moan, squeezing her thighs around me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair like she was scared ‘Id stop.

“Aaaaaaaaah—ahh…!” Agatha gasped, her hips jerking up to meet my mouth. I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing her, then pushed deeper, tasting every inch of her, my mouth working hungrily at her hot, swollen cunt.

“N-Ngh! Aaaaaaaaaah… hm… s-something… is gonna… come out—!” Her voice broke into a desperate wail as I fucked her with my tongue, my nose pressing against her clit.

And then—

“AAAAAAAAAAH—!”

Her body convulsed, her cunt gushing as she squirts hard, her fluids covering my face, her thighs trembling vehemently. “I-I am sorry, my lord…! For peeing—! I-I deserve death! ” She groaned, her chest rising, her fingers tearing at the furs under her.

I held her by the legs, my voice a low laugh. “You were not the one to blame, Agatha.” I took my pleasure in her. “It’s not your fault…..” My tongue darted out again, wiping along her folds. ” Your peeing like that means….. your pussy is waiting for my cock.”

Her breath caught as I got up, my fingers grasping the waist of my leaf skirt. In one eager gesture, I removed it, showing my unpeeled cock—big, veiny, terrifying—already bursting with desire, pre-cum flowing from the head in thick, shiny strings.

Agatha’s eyes went all wide, mouth hanging open like she just saw a ghost—except, you know, a very different kind of surprise. “S-So…big…” she stammered, voice barely a squeak, fingers kinda twitching like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to reach out or just stare. “A-And it’s… different…”

She looked at me like she was trying to solve some sexy riddle, curiosity basically radiating from her. She pushed herself up, her tits—full as hell, heavy, practically begging for attention—jiggling as she leaned in closer. Her fingers hovered, then finally brushed my cock, and she let out this shaky little breath. “It’s… hot…” Her teeth dug into her lower lip, thumb smearing the pre-cum at the tip. “And hard…” she murmured, almost like she couldn’t quite believe it.

Then she leaned in, her breath hot as she took a closer look.

I slapped my cock against her face—SMACK!

“AH! AAAAAAAH—!” Agatha screamed, her head snapping back before her lips parted on a broken moan. “Ngh—! It’s so heavy!”