Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Agatha’s Virgin Asshole
My tongue went even deeper into her vagina, scooping up her juices while I ravaged her throat with my wild and unending motions. “You are tasting so freaking great, Agatha,” I spoke in a low tone, my words being absorbed by her groin. “Just like an expecting whore who was made for me only.”

“Mmmph! H-Hahhh—! P-Please, I’m g-gonna—pee… again.. aaaaaaaaaah!” Her body clenched, her legs enclosing my head as her vagina erupted, covering my face with her delectable, slightly acrid nectar. “Nnnnghhh—! M-My King—!” Her release tore throughout her, her secretions flooding my mouth as her windpipe spasmed around my member.

“Good girl,” I growled, pulling my cock from her mouth with a wet pop. A thick string of saliva and vomit connected us before snapping, dripping onto her pregnant belly. “Look at you, making such a mess for me.”

Agatha coughed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her eyes watering. “I-I’m sorry, my King—!”

“Sorry for what?” I smirked, wiping the spit and vomit from her chin with my thumb before pressing it to her lips. “For being such a good little slut?” I shoved my thumb into her mouth, making her gag again. “Clean it.”

She obeyed, her tongue swirling around my thumb, her cheeks flushing with humiliation.

“Good girl,” I purred, gripping my cock and giving it a slow stroke as I looked down at her. “Now… crawl to the bed. On your hands and knees. Let me see that pregnant ass of yours swaying for me like the offering it is.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Agatha dropped to all fours, her massive belly swaying with each movement, her ass high in the air. Her pussy was dripping, the scent of her arousal filling the hut. I followed, my cock throbbing painfully, my hand gripping the base as I watched her present herself to me like the sacrifice she was.

“Spread them wider,” I commanded, my voice rough with dark hunger. “Let me see that tight little asshole properly. I want to watch it pulsing for me.”

Agatha obeyed instantly, her hands reaching back to spread her cheeks wide, exposing her dark, puckered hole. The sight made my cock leak pre-cum in thick, pearly strings. I could see the way her asshole clenched rhythmically, as if begging to be filled.

“Hmm… My King…” Agatha moaned, her voice trembling. “D-Don’t touch there… it’s dirty…”

A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest as I spat directly onto her tight ring, watching as my saliva dripped down her crack. “Oh, Agatha,” I said, my thumb pressing firmly against her tight ring. “There’s no such thing as ‘dirty’ when it comes to your King. Every part of you belongs to me – including this tight little hole.”

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I pressed my thumb against her asshole again, making her whimper. “I need to make sure all your holes are properly trained to serve me. And I think first, we need to make this hole a bit looser… before we move on to your pussy.”

I started spewing complete nonsense, my voice smooth and convincing. “You see, Agatha, both of your holes are connected from inside. So if we loosen this one a bit…” I pressed my thumb against her asshole again, making her gasp.

“Your pussy will have more space to stretch properly when I breed you. It’s all about preparation, my dear.”

Agatha nodded slowly, her face pressing into the furs on the stone bed as she lifted her ass higher. “Here…” Her voice was a breathless whisper. “Now… my King can easily… see my asshole…”

Fuck. This pregnant bitch was actually seducing me with her asshole. The sight of her stretched open, her pregnant body trembling with submission, made my cock leak pre-cum in thick strings.

I dipped my thumb into the spit before pressing it against her asshole. I worked it in slow circles, feeling her resistance at first before her muscles reluctantly gave way. “That’s it… relax for your King…” I purred, my cock throbbing at the sight of her asshole stretching around my thumb.

As I pulled my thumb out with a wet pop, I brought it to her lips. “Now clean it,” I commanded. “Taste yourself. Learn what belongs to me.”

Agatha’s tongue darted out, her eyes locked onto mine as she obeyed, her lips wrapping around my thumb. She swirled her tongue, cleaning every drop of her own ass juice from my skin, her cheeks flushing with humiliation and arousal.

“Such a good little slut,” I purred, my cock throbbing at the sight. “Now let’s see how deep I can go…”

I positioned myself behind her, my cock already leaking pre-cum in anticipation. With one hand, I gripped her hip, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

With the other, I guided my cockhead to her dripping pussy, rubbing it through her folds before pressing against her tight asshole.

“Remember, Agatha,” I growled. “This is for your own good. To make sure you can take my cock properly when I breed you.”

And with that, I pushed forward, feeling her tight ring resist before giving way to my invasion. Agatha screamed, her body trembling as I forced my way inside her virgin ass.

“AAAAAAAH! IT’S TOO BIG, MY KING! PLEASE-!” Agatha moaned.

Agatha’s attempts to plead were muffled into a sobbing wail when my hand went up. The first slap hit her like a single gunshot, the strike resonating with the walls. Her body bounced harshly, the outline of my fingers turning red on her white skin.

“AAAAH—!” She went on grazing the furs with her nails but I seized her hips with my other hand and pulled her back, making her face the next blow.

SMACK.

This time, her legs shook more, her knees were at the point of giving way. Her scent- a mixture of sweat, desire, and the faint metallic note of pain- overwhelmed my senses.

“You’re clenching,” I said angrily, looking at the muscles of her butt that were doing an involuntary dance due to the strike. “With every squeeze, you are asking for more.” I hit her again, even more forcefully.

WHAP.

The slap left a handprint so dark it would bruise by morning. Agatha yelled, her whole body involuntarily bending like a drawn bow, toes flexing against the mattress. “N-NO MORE—! I WILL BE GOOD, I WILL—AAAAH—!”

I didn’t stop.

The fourth slap made her fall onto her elbows, and she hacked her breath in short sobs. “P-PLEASE, MY KING—! ” Her voice was weak, tears running down her red cheeks, but her ass—fuck—her ass was dripping, the slick heat of her arousal betraying every protest. I ran a finger down the crack, collecting the proof of her body’s traitorous hunger.

“Liar,” I said softly, before hitting her again.

CRACK.

Agatha’s whole body jerked this time, her back so arched that I was afraid she might have broken.

The moments of so great a pain as she had never known before, and so great a pleasure, were now cut by the ragged, desperate sounds of her voice. “It hurts—! It hurts so good—!”

I spanked her again. And again.

Each time she would stagger from the blow, thrusting forward, but I would grab her hair, pull her down, and make her take the next one. Her ass was a painting of red, quivering flesh, the fire visible against my thighs.

“You are dripping, Agatha,” I said, slapping lower, the sound drier now. “Your cunt is dying for me while I turn your ass to fire.”