Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Agatha’s Puffed Up Pussy
I glanced down at Hina. She looked at me with large, troubled eyes, and her trembling and outstretched hands still held my cock.

I nodded low and kindly with my voice. “Don’t be afraid, Aunt…” My hand went over her cheek, my thumb wiping away a small drop of sweat – or maybe her squirt- from the red spot on her face. “I will be careful…”

Hina drew a gulp of terrified air through her lips, barely touching my ear, her voice a faint whisper, raw and vulnerable: “Dexter…” Her breath was warm, and her whole body shivered as she kept holding me.

“Tell me the truth…” Her nails dug deeper into my back while she spoke in a tone of jealousy and need. “Whose pussy did you like the most…?” Her words stuck there, loaded with insecurity. “Mine… or Kerry’s…?”

I knew she was jealous. I knew she needed to hear it.

But I was not going to lie.

“Definitely yours, Aunt…” I said with truth and honesty, my voice strong. My hands crept down to her hips. I gripped her and pulled her closer until her body was against mine.

“Your pussy is tighter than Aunt Kerry’s…” With my thumb, I went over her swollen clit, and my touch made her gasp and her legs shake.

“More tight… warmer…” I lowered my voice to a growl, and my fingers sank into her soft flesh. “It wraps my cock like no other…” The hand that was not there moved up her back. I brought her close to me and I kissed her ear. “As if it were made for me…”

Hina let out a soft and happy chuckle. She relaxed her body against mine, her tone somewhat playful, as she chastised me by running her fingers along my chest, pride and possession filling her gaze.

“You know how to please me, Dexter…” Her lips brushed against my shoulder, and I felt the heat of her breath hit my skin.

I shrugged and brought my hands upward to her face. My voice was serious and adamant. “No, Aunt…” I ran my thumb over her lips and only looked into her eyes.

“I am being honest.” Then she slowly pulled her hand away, fumbling with her dress between her fingers, still her eyes glowed with triumph.

I grabbed my rough skirt made from leaves, tied it around my waist, and it bumped the side of my still hard cock—a reminder of what was to come.

Hina, smoothing her dress, still touching the fabric with her fingers, took a quick peek at me and said softly but with conviction. “I will go wash…” She walked to the exit of the cave, stopped, and turned to look at me with a devilish smile on her lips.

“And Dexter…?” Her eyes got deeper, her breath a whisper. “I will be waiting for you…” Her fingers were drawing between us as if they were already feeling my cock in her again. “To make my pussy yours… tomorrow.”

Then she turned, left the cave, swaying her body in a way I lost her in the moonlight, leaving me standing there with just the sounds that echoed along with her words – and the heartache of what’s left.

I glanced around to ensure her footsteps had left, then took a single silent step out into the night with my bare feet resting on earth still cold from the day.

The night still held onto the wet smell of earth. I opened up the World Map function and proceeded to move toward Agatha’s red dot while avoiding the Guards among the Kronos Tribe.

After almost fifteen minutes of running, I hid away and crouched low behind trees and mud walls, staying in shadow, hiding my footsteps and breath.

Here was a spot.

A place enlightened by the silver light of the moon. Ravina and Sabina sat with their tribe. Their horses were making soft steps and their eyes lit in the dark. No fire. No noise. Only waiting for tension.

They became ready for a fight as I got close, their hands moving slowly to where their spears were – until my voice went through the quietness.

“It’s me.”

Sabina let out a breath, and her voice, a murmur, spoke as she relaxed her shoulders. “King…” She lowered her head, and her dark eyes looked at mine. “You’re finally here…”

I consented and walked into the clearing area. I glanced at the group of women–warriors, lovers, subjects – all of them were watching me with desire and devotion.

First, I did Sabina and Ravina’s marking on the world map; their dots were no longer nameless and were illuminated with their names. A minimal but necessary action of control—knowing where my people are all the time.

I saw Agatha enter the glade, limping, uneven steps, blushing and shamed, and… something else. My gaze moved instinctively down to her crotch, all red and swollen, bulging and shiny, and a knot in my stomach tightened.

“What happened???” I said, worried with a hint of sharpness, hand already reaching to help her before she could say anything.

Agatha shrank back, her face on fire, whispering a quiet groan, “King… it’s nothing…” She shifted her legs, her thighs together, heaving a stifled sob, “Aaaah…” Earning 10000 points for her pussy.

I wasn’t waiting. With my fingers, I felt the swollen flesh of her pussy, her heat intense, telling of a rough encounter. Without even considering, I called Eternal Vitality to aid her, the golden gleam surrounding my hand as I pressed it against her, the soothing power entering her aching body.

She took in air sharply, her frame jolting as the agony disappeared, her crotch getting less hot, and the swelling receded visibly. Her eyes widened, incredulous, her voice just a whisper, “K-King…! ”

” I am sorry, Agatha…” My voice was gentle, true, my thumb gliding over the skin, which was now calm, “You should have been—”

Interrupted by a “No!” She stopped me, her finger against her lips, her eyes wide with determination. “Don’t…” Her tone was resolute, imploring.

“It is my blessing…” Her fingers shaking, her eyes staring at mine. “To be the one to have the King’s cock in that way…”

I gave her a dirty look, my hand went down, my glance hopping over the other women—Ravina, Sabina, the rest of the tribe. Their eyes were deep with jealousy; they wanted what Agatha went through. They wanted to be the ones with swollen pussies.