Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Aunt Hina’s Fertility Trial
I hid my true emotions behind a pretend calm and used a slow, controlled nod to acknowledge his presence. “No need to be concerned, Elder Ryan,” I spoke in a fake, empty voice, like I had already resigned myself to it. “Your secret will be kept by me.”

He let out a breath that made a rattling sound and relaxed his hands that were clenched tightly, although he had not been aware of it.

“That’s good, Dexter,” he said weakly, yet under the relief, he was concealing a darker mood – the satisfaction of a man getting a leash on a wolf when he thinks he has tamed it.

He did the gesture of false friendliness by putting his hand on my shoulder and wiping off his sweaty palm. “Smart boy. If you keep your head down and mouth shut, you’ll go a long way in this tribe.”

I didn’t remove his hand. I didn’t respond in any way. However, I still sensed it – the way his hand trembled on my shoulder, the barely recognizable glimmer of a man who thinks he is stable when in reality he is only one step away from falling into the void.

Hina’s chuckle ripped the silence apart. She turned, her still hot body touching me more than the thin fabric of her dress, and her fingers lazily and possessively tracing circles on my thigh.

“Dexter…” Her voice was a purr, but her eyes were far sharper than desire, and they glared with something. Something ravenous. Something I wanted to consume.

“Please, can you also do with me what you did with Ruth?” She tilted her head, her smile slow and knowing, like she was unwrapping a gift she’d stolen. “I remember.” Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip. “It’s called squirting, right?”

Ryan was so quick to jerk his head towards her that I could even hear the snap of his neck. His face, which had been surprised at first, changed to bewilderment and disgust as he twisted his mouth. “What is that?” was said in a flat and puzzled manner as if he had tasted something bad.

Hina’s smile only got larger and stronger as her teeth caught the light of the fire. “It’s Dexter’s method.” She said the words one by one, as if tasting them like an expensive wine.

“He makes a woman so great that she…” She suddenly stopped, looking at Ryan with a mixture of mock pity and cruel terror. “Well.” A slow, casual shrug. “She pisses herself.”

Ryan displayed the distorted visage. “Wouldn’t that make you…dirty?” His tone was caked with revulsion; nevertheless, one could still detect at the bottom a slight trace of a dark and curious nature. “Pissing yourself like some – some animal?”

Hina refused to acknowledge him. Her finger ascended. The nail of her finger grazed my thigh, and her touch sent an electric shock straight to my cock. “I don’t know,” she said with a voice that seemed to be feigning innocence. “I really just wanted to try it.”

I didn’t reply. I really didn’t have to.

My cock longed to respond and throbbed against my thigh heavily, as if it was agreeing with her. As if it was already marking her as mine.

Hina’s breath became ragged. She was feeling it too.

She was in the process of taking off her animal skin clothes–her skin slipping off her shoulders like water and pooling at her feet. The firelight was highlighting her skin in gold and shadow, every curve, every hollow completely exposed.

And damn.

Hina’s quivering form was illuminated by the blaze, her black, puffed nipples glinting through the sweat of a very thin layer, and her dense pubic hair already catching the light of desire.

“Ummmm…” Hina’s voice was a gentle breath, her fingers linking together in her lap as she looked at me with big, innocent eyes.

Hina’s voice broke my dream, anticipatory and husky. “Dexter… do you have some method to easily make a woman pregnant that your grandfather taught?”

Despite the fact that the storm of lust was raging inside me, I looked straight into her eyes with my steady voice. “The truth is, Aunt Hina, my grandfather taught me a lot… but I haven’t really done these things with anyone, so I don’t know how they work.” My fingers were moving as if they were already touching her skin. “However, I promise that I will make you pregnant.”

A slow, satisfied smile passed over Hina’s face. “Alright… I will leave my body to you…”

I saw Ryan from the corner of my eye; he was silently giving his consent while looking at his naked wife with envy, admiration, and something darker on his face. The heaviness in the hut could be felt more and more, charged with waiting and the unspoken undertones of the power flow that was changing between us.

With my hand, I cupped Hina’s chin, directing her face up, and with a look that said solemn professionalism — although my cock was throbbing painfully against my thigh, which made me unable to keep my true intentions a secret.

“Aunt Hina,” I said, my voice controlled and detached, “First, I have to check your fertility so that we can figure out the exact amount of seed your pussy has to consume in order to be pregnant.”

Hina’s dark eyes widened a bit, and her mouth slightly opened as if saying “Hmm…” while she gave a silent “yes” to the idea. Her fingers were moving nervously on her lap, and her thighs were almost touching—although not tightly enough as to hide the fact that her pussy was glowing from a new drop of excitement that was already running down her inner thigh.

“Whatever you consider to be the best, Dexter…” she said in a low voice, her voice trembling with a mixture of dissatisfaction and thirst for more.

I signaled to Hina to turn her legs underneath and kneel down in front of me.

While she was going down, I used my Pervert Eyes skill and instantly recognized that the points marked on her body had been doubled. A thrill of delight shot through me.

First, they were her breasts where my hands landed, and palming their heaviness, I felt their warmth and softness give way to my touch. Right at the moment when my fingers touched, I was awarded 400 points ( 200 points for each perfect tit)

“Aaaah—!” Hina’s scream was high and needy, her cunt tightening around air as another viscous strand of her juices ran down, sparkling in the firelight. “D-Dexter, it is h-hurting… but it gives me such a fantastic feeling…”

Ryan moved towards her, his breath heavy as he witnessed her body accepting my touch. His fascinated tone was evident in his question,” Dexter… how can you tell if she’s fertile just from her tits? “