Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 29

29: Hungry for More Than Meat 29: Hungry for More Than Meat Man, you should’ve heard the buzz ““ like the place just got hit by a summer storm.

People shifting in their seats, side-eyeing me with a blend of curiosity and that “who the hell is this?” look.

Some folks got eyes sharp enough to cut, while others just stared like they’d seen a ghost.

And oh boy, you could feel the stares.

It was like their attention was this heavy, sweaty blanket, but hey, I wasn’t about to let it show.

Stood my ground, put on my best poker face… inside, my heart might’ve been doing the cha-cha, but they didn’t need to know that.

If there was ever a moment to own, this was it ““ my shot to tell the universe, Look out, I’m here.

Then Hina just slices through the whole awkward tension like she’s got a verbal machete: “He’s under our protection now.” Didn’t stutter, didn’t blink.

The way she swept her gaze over everyone?

Dared them to say something.

Not a single soul was about to cross her.  And then she looks at me-and whoa, everything shifts.

Her face, usually set like stone, softened.

Just a little, you know?

Enough to let me know she meant every damn word.

Not empty bravado.

A promise.

“Dexter, from this moment on, you are family.” Her voice dropped, lower now, just for me, but still carrying the weight of her authority.

“And in this tribe, family takes care of each other.” I nodded, my throat tight with something that wasn’t quite gratitude and wasn’t quite triumph-but something close.

Then Kerry stepped forward, her hand finding my shoulder, her voice warm but carrying across the firelit clearing.

“Hina…

I forgot to tell you…” She glanced at me, her dark eyes glinting with something knowing-something proud.

“My Dexter…

he’s also a healer.” The words hung in the air, and a ripple of surprise passed through the crowd.

“His grandfather was a healer.

He taught him all his skills…” Hina’s head snapped toward me, her eyes wide with excitement-with hope.

“That’s great…” Her voice was breathless, almost disbelieving, as if she’d just been handed a gift she hadn’t dared to wish for.

“Now we also have a healer in our tribe!” I hesitated-just for a second-before I shrugged, my expression false with modesty.

“But…

Aunt Hina…” I let my voice drop, just enough to make sure everyone was listening.

“I only learned how to heal women’s diseases…” I paused, letting the implication sink in.

“Before my grandfather could teach me about men’s diseases…

he passed away.” The crowd stilled.

A beat of silence.

Then- Hina laughed.

Not in disappointment, but in delight.

“That’s also fine, Dexter…” Her voice was warm, assuring, her hand clapping my shoulder with approving strength.

“I am happy that we have you…” She turned to the tribe, her voice ringing out, proud and commanding.

“Now…

we will become a stronger tribe!” Her gaze swept over the gathered faces, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

“And you heard now-we also have a healer!” She raised her voice, her words carrying over the crackle of the fire.

“If any woman…

has any sickness, she can come to Dexter!” A murmur rose again-this time, different.

Excited.

Hopeful.

Hungry.

I smirked inwardly.

Oh, they’d come.

And when they did?

I’d heal them all right.

In ways they hadn’t even dreamed of.

The words still hummed in my mind, a dark promise lingering beneath the surface of my thoughts.

Hina’s voice cut through the haze, pulling me back to the present.

She reached into the pile of roasted meat near the fire, her calloused fingers selecting the largest piece before turning to me.

The firelight danced across her face, casting shadows that made her sharp features look even more imposing.

“Here you go, Dexter.” She pressed the meat into my hands, her grip firm, her tone maternal but laced with something else-pride, maybe, or the satisfaction of having secured a healer for her people.

“You should eat a lot.

As you’re growing up.” I took the meat, the warmth of it seeping into my palms, the scent of charred flesh and smoke filling my nose.

But I didn’t bring it to my lips.

Not yet.

My gaze flicked over the meat-dark, glistening with fat, the edges blackened from the fire.

There was no salt, no seasoning, nothing to mask the raw, primitive taste of it.

And worse-hygiene.

Had they washed it?

Cleaned it?

Or had they simply butchered the animal and thrown it over the flames, blood and dirt still clinging to the flesh?

My stomach twisted.

I shot a look at Hina.

Man, those eyes-dark, focused, just drilling into me, like she was daring me to take that first bite.

All around us?

The tribe was already going at it.

No plates, no forks, just teeth and hands-ripping pieces off, juice running down faces, meat everywhere.

The smell, the noise, people actually laughing with fire popping in the background.

Honestly, they seemed completely at home.

Didn’t bother them at all-pretty sure this was just Tuesday for them.

Out here, this was living.

No rules, no hiding behind fancy manners, just raw, honest survival.

But I knew.

God, just thinking about biting into something possibly sketchy-like, literal food roulette, ready to detonate inside me-had my throat locked up like a bad nightmare.  Still, there I was, wearing this desperate, too-big grin, holding on for dear life to that greasy slab of meat.

It was hot and heavy, oozing spice and fat that just clung to my fingers.

“Thanks, Aunt Hina,” I managed, the words so syrupy they should’ve come with a dental warning.

No lie, my stomach was doing the twist, and not in a good way.

Zero appetite.

Nada.

I kept shuffling the meat in my hands, poking at charred edges like I was some sort of grill critic-yeah, right.

The juices glittered under the torchlight, but my head was straight-up running in circles, trying to buy time before I risked sending myself straight to food poisoning town.

Only thing on my mind: stalling.

Then Kina’s voice cut through the hum of conversation like a blade.

“Dexter…

come.” Her fingers curled around my wrist before I could react, her grip firm, possessive.

“I’ll take you to meet the others.” I shot a glance over my shoulder-couldn’t help myself.

Kerry’s eyes hooked onto mine, dark and impossible to read.

She had that look, lips parted mid-chew, like she was about to say something but didn’t.

Meanwhile, Hina was mid-laugh at some inside joke, voice sparkling, clearly on a whole different wavelength.

But Kerry?

Nah, she kept watching, like her stare could burn holes in me if I let it.

Firelight flickered across all their faces, shadows playing tag under their chins, laughter swirling around with the smoke and the smell of roasting meat.

Honestly, it was one of those moments where you could feel the sweat sticking to your skin, the heat from the flames ridiculously close.

Kina’s fingers still tangled with mine-she wasn’t letting go, not even a chance-dragging me back into the crowd with a grin.

“Oh, Dexter!” she practically sang, bouncing a little, “Come meet Ruth!” Ruth glanced up, and for a second, the fire’s glow tangled in her white hair, making it shimmer like something out of a damn fairy tale.

Those eyes-icy blue, sharp as broken glass-fixed on me.

Funny thing is, she wasn’t really older than Kina, but there was this strange vibe about her.

Almost… unearthly.

The kind of thing that makes your heart jump in your chest, whether you want it to or not.

Her skin looked almost lit from the inside, ghost-pale compared to the warm bronze of the others.

She had this hide wrap clinging to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Honestly, it looked like the thing was struggling for dear life to cover her tits-full, round, and just impossible to ignore.

The pink of her nipples peeked through little gaps, and screw it, I tried not to stare-but come on.

Yeah, I looked lower.

Couldn’t help it.

That shock of snowy curls between her thighs-soft, inviting, practically glowing in the firelight-was… well, a whole different flavor from the other women’s darker hair.

The idea of reaching out, grabbing her by the hips, spreading her open-damn, my cock twitched just picturing it.

Then Ruth spoke, real quiet but not at all timid.

She looked straight through me, eyes flicking up and down with this curious, almost smug energy, and just said, “Hello.” Like she already knew exactly what I was thinking.

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