Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Kerry’s Greedy Asshole
Kina’s voice was barely audible as she said “squirting,” but the change of atmosphere, the heat that connected with the base of my stomach, could very well be felt. Her fingers were moving faster around her twist; her breath was sharper, and her nipples were erect under the thin leaf. She needed it. Very much.

Nevertheless, I pretended that I had not caught the signal, and with a frown on my face, I acted like the idea was the last thing that had entered my mind. “Oh…” I let the word go on, looking at her discomfort. “Yeah… Brother Tusk asked me to teach him…” My voice became low, hoarse, as if I were recalling something indecent. “Said Sister Kina was nagging him to learn it.”

Her self-conscious stare turned her face scarlet, and her thighs clenched together under the skirt. “Then do…” The word was out, catching the desperation in tone.

I breathed against her ear, my breath just a whisper. “Don’t worry,” I said slowly and softly, “I’ve promised to teach him.”

Kina gave this uncertain little laugh, as though she was amazed she could still laugh at all. “Seriously?! That is…. oh my god, Dexter, thank you..” She sort of buried her face in her hands, but I saw that spark in her eye and the way her mouth quivered.

“If I’m honest with you…” Her voice was barely audible and rough. “When Ruth told me how she felt… how it came out of her like—” She suppressed the urge to cry as her fingers clenched into fists. “I wanted to experience it too… So I asked Tusk to ask you…..”

Deliberate, my knuckles brushed her cheek and my thumb under her chin hooked, lifting her face up. “It’s alright, Sister Kina.”‘ I looked at her and smiled. “The thing is, I will help Brother Tusk learn the right way… but I might need your help.”

Her eyes went wide, and her tongue quickly wetted her lips. “What do you need my help with?” Her voice was so weak, and she was out of breath.

I opened my mouth to answer—

“Dexter.”

The firelight rocked Hina’s figure with its flickering gold color; her skin shimmered as if bronze from the molten was running over it while she was making her way towards me. She walked with such sway of her hips, deliberately, as if she were a woman that knew how she was the center of attention by the way her thighs shined with the sweat, the way her nipples stuck as if they were the only two hard promises to the wrap that was enveloping her.

Her hand gripped my arm, her nails digging into my flesh hard enough to make me bleed. “Come with me.” The vibration of her voice swept through me, low and rough, the sort of voice that demands not because she was stronger but she knew what I could give her. And she was not going to wait a second more.

I got Kina’s stare, just a second too long, darkened, velvet-toned, with my voice: “Ask Brother Tusk. I’ve already instructed him what to do…”

Kina’s face blushed, her breath was short and quick, her thighs were pressing not to separate but to relieve the burning by force of will. She was twirling the wrap between her fingers, her mouth was open, and the tongue was darting to wet it with the saliva. Fuck. She had a dripping of it on, her desperation was so thick that I could taste it.

Hina held on to me like an ironclad grip – seriously, as if she was scared that I would disappear if she released her hold for a moment. Her body was almost like a stick to my side, and I could feel the fire coming from her, no lie.

Then Kerry appeared, coming beside us without any trouble, glancing between the two of us very briefly like she was observing a tennis match. The smile on her face? Yes, that meant trouble, giving it away unmistakably.

“Hina…” Kerry’s voice was silky and insightful, her fingers grazing my arm of the other side, her touch light, teasing, and dangerous. “What do you need Dexter for?”

Hina grinned showing all her teeth and her voice was laced with false sweetness. “Not your concern, Kerry.”

Kerry moved her mouth closer to Hina’s ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, venomous, and hungry: “Are you… going to take his cock now…”

Hina was shaking but her voice was calm and cool. “Kerry, even if I wanted to, I cannot do that in front of Ryan… Ruining Dexter’s reputation like that…” Her fingers on my arm grew even tighter, her nails dug in deeper. “It is just that I need his help with the herbs… You know… they are drying… so Dexter may have to work all night… to arrange them…”

Her voice was filled with so much unspoken meaning as the words lingered. Work all night. Arrange. Herbs.

Kerry looked at her, jealousy radiating from her like heat from a furnace, narrowed her eyes “Okay…” she said under her breath but her voice was sharp and edged “But don’t let him work too hard… You know… He must be tired… from all that walking…”

Hina’s smile was sweet but venomous. “Don’t worry. He will be taken care of by me.”

Kerry stepped in closer, her voice lowered to a whisper, her breath scolding my ear, her lips just touching the edge of it. “Dexter… I may also need your help with my asshole to be healed… It is pulsing like before… I have asked Sister Ada to have a look… when we went to poop together… in the morning…”

Her words triggered my lust in no time. Damn. Were they inspecting each other’s assholes while they were shitting? The picture suddenly appears in my head—Kerry and Ada, lying side by side, their holes contracting, their breaths getting faster, their fingers maybe even—

“What are you guys talking about?”

Ryan and Mitt, suspicious and loud, walked over. Ryan glanced rapidly between us before clenching his jaw.

Kerry retreated, her voice pretending to be cheerful. “Nothing…”

Ruth ran into me, her arms wrapping around my waist, her face against my chest. “Dexter…” she said, her voice covered by my skin, “…”

Hina was very clear, no argument she would be accepted: “Ruth… I’m sorry but tonight… I need Dexter’s help with those herbs tonight…”

Ruth stepped back, her eyes were wide and full of innocence. “It’s alright… Aunt Hina… I’m glad that Dexter is alright… It’s because you annoyed Uncle Mitt… and Uncle Ryan to go to Ravina’s tribe to get Dexter back… Thank you, Aunt Hina… for bringing my Dexter back safely…”

Hina’s voice mellowed but her grip was still on me. “Ruth, what are you talking about? Dexter is family… our tribe member… How can I sit back and watch when something happens to him?”

Liar.

I knew the truth. Ryan and Mitt were cowards. They must’ve wanted to leave me behind. But Hina? She needed me. Desperately. Because I was the only one who could fuck her raw, breed her proper, give her the child she craved.