Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Ryan’s Threat
Ruth turned to me, her voice soft, pleading. “Dexter… you must help Aunt Hina… well… and thank her properly…”

I chuckled in my head. Thank her properly. Oh, I would. But not the way Ruth thought.

I looked at Hina, my voice serious, solemn. “I will definitely thank Aunt Hina well…”

Ruth nodded, satisfied, and stood with Kerry, their eyes following us as Hina pulled me away. Ryan also walked with us, looking confused.

Ryan cleared his throat, his voice weak, hesitant. “That… Hina… why don’t you let Dexter take a rest… and those herbs can wait till morning…”

Hina’s hold on me grew tighter, and her voice, although a bit icy, showed no doubt, was conclusive: “Because, Ryan… some things can’t wait…”. With her nails scraping down my arm, she was still saying: “And Dexter is one of them.”

Ryan moved away quickly, Hina’s sharp look almost cutting him to pieces, but he didn’t say anything, and silently, as if overcome by guilt, he followed us to Hina’s hideout.

We soon reached Hina’s cave. The heat was sticking to my skin, surprising and inviting, quickly dispelling the cold and wetness from the cave entrance. She did this for us.

The fire’s glow brushed against the walls and adorned Hina in its golden reddish hues, her nipples hardened by the thick wrap, her legs shining with the sweat that had immediately made my mouth water. She put the end of the doorflap with a loud and final thud, closing us in and allowing the safety of the night to envelop us. She then gave me a sharp pull towards the stone bed, inviting and warm with fur.

“Dexter,” she said in a low, rough voice as she shoved me down into the furs. “Go sit. I want to talk to Ryan.”

I did as I was told, but it wasn’t because she commanded me to. It was because I wanted to see how far she’d go.

Ryan asked, ” Hina, didn’t you want Dexter to arrange those herbs?”

Hina glared at Ryan, her voice sharp with frustration. “Hmph… You’re such an idiot. Don’t you remember that day when Kerry and Mitt asked us to find a woman for Dexter? When we went to his hut to fetch him?”

Ryan frowned, confused. “So… what about it?”

Hina scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You idiot. Didn’t you notice? Dexter’s cock was hard—right in front of me and Kerry—and we’re not exactly pure women! What man stays like that unless there’s something… unusual about him?”

Ryan hesitated. “What’s so strange about it? Dexter explained it himself—those herbs his grandfather gave him. His cock won’t calm down without a pussy. For a normal kid, when their cock becomes hard, it calms down after a while. But for him… It’s different.”

“Hmph. What do you know?” Hina sneered.

Ryan’s face burned, but he forced himself to stand taller, suddenly aware of the others in the room. “Watch your words, Hina. You can’t just—just question me like that!”

She waved a dismissive hand. “Forget it. I already told Dexter about your little problem.”

Ryan’s embarrassment flared into anger. “You what?! Why would you tell him —? Dexter can’t even treat men!”

Hina’s eyes shone with ruthless intelligence. “You still haven’t understood, have you? Don’t you want a child? My bleeding days won’t last forever. If we don’t go ahead, then we are going to be barren. But Dexter? His cock is always hard, even with us, dirty women. So, he can easily bury his seed inside me without wasting it.”

Ryan got breathless. A slow, amazed realization came to him. “That… that is… the reason why I never thought of it. A son… I could have a son.”

Hina’s lips twitched in a smile, her hand still between her legs, her fingers still stroking the heat there. “Yes, we will have a son….”

Hina’s glance was so fierce and her motion so fast that I did not even get a chance to answer; she was already on her knees before me, her hands gripping the bottom of my skirt.

By a sudden and forceful yank, she took it off, revealing my already erect and throbbing penis with the veins bulging against my skin.

She looked at Ryan and said with a voice full of lust, “Still hard? Even right now, here with a dirty woman like me, his cock remains hard. His seed is potent. And this night, I shall have every single drop of it.”

Ryan became very worked up, and his gaze went down to my crotch, his hand already preparing to get his wrap off. “Yeah…,” he said in a low voice, “Hina… You are right. It is perfect that his cock is the one we need.”

Hina’s fingers moved in circles around my shaft, and her thumb rubbed the main vein that was pulsating under my skin. “And it will be in me tonight,” she said in a low voice, a dark promise. “Every inch, Ryan. Deep and hard, until his seed fills me and makes us the son you have always wanted.”

I reached down and put my fingers in Hina’s hair. Hearing her breath hitch, I pulled her closer. “Are you sure, Elder Ryan?” I asked, my voice a low growl. “Are you sure that you want to see Aunt Hina doing this to me?”

Ryan’s eyes were very bright, and he could barely whisper. “Yes. Yes, I want it. I am so in need of it. Dexter, impregnate her, breed her until she is full of your seed.”

Hina’s nails digging into me just enough to sting were the reason that the firelight flickered on her skin. With the taste that she already had from what she wanted with her mouth, a slow, wet noise leaked as her tongue flew out and traced the curve of her lower lip. She was already tasting it. Her breath was fast, hot, and uneven against my neck.

“So what are you waiting for?” she said, with her voice hoarse and raspy, a smoky breath, and her dark eyes fixed on mine with the iron hunger that comes from a woman who has already made up her mind that she takes what she wants – no matter the cost. “Breed me, Dexter.” She changed her grip, one long strokation, her thumb slowly pressing into the side with deep pressure and deliberate motion.

The smell of her sweat with the smell of her arousal, and the smoke from the fire mixed together. She was not asking. She was making a demand. And that was her first mistake.

Just as if a blade had been pulled out of its sheath, Ryan’s voice broke the moment. “But Dexter.” He went on, his shadow getting long and moving past the dirt floor, his usual hesitation replaced by something more tangible – something more urgent. While as if he were struggling to resist the impulse to pull me to him, his fingers were twitching at his sides.

In a low, venomous whisper, he said, “You do know the rules, don’t you? It will remain between us,” his breath smelling of stale alcohol.

“You don’t talk. Not to the elders. Not to the hunters. Not even to Ruth. And in return…” He got closer, his voice oily with promise, “I will make sure you get fed. Better cuts of meat. More hides in winter. Enough for you and Ruth, and even Sister Ada. No one in this tribe goes hungry if they are useful to me.”

His face was distorted as the firelight was brightening the hollows in his cheeks. The threat came next, creeping like a snake from the grass, letting itself out slowly. “And let’s face it, Dexter.” His lips were in a smirk.

“You really don’t want them to find out that you were dumb enough to put your cock in a dirty woman?” His gaze shifted sharply to Hina as if she were nothing more than a used bone that he could get rid of without even thinking. “They will say that you are weak. Desperate. Or worse – dirty.”

Hina didn’t look scared at all. Instead, she seemed to have tightened her grip on me, her thumb slowly and purposely stroking the tip.

“Yeah, Dexter…” she said in a low tone that was all honeyed poison. Her other hand went up my chest, her fingers softly scratching my skin as if she was marking me.

“Just like he said.” But her eyes-oh, her eyes – glanced at Ryan with something cold and calculating. She wasn’t simply agreeing. She was deceiving him. And she was good at it.

Now I could picture it, the manner in which this would be played out. Ryan, with his hollow threats and miserable bribes, was thinking he had control. Hina, with her sharp nails and sharper tongue, convinced herself that she was the one leading. And me? I’d let them both think so. Just for now.