Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 34

34: Darkness Can”™t Stop My Dick 34: Darkness Can”™t Stop My Dick Kina reached over and just barely touched my arms-so casual, but Jesus, I felt it like an electric shock.

“I need to know you’ll be there when it matters, that we won’t have to be scared.” That knocked the wind out of me.

My whole body buzzed, heat shooting up in my cock.

Absolutely not the time or place for this reaction, brain.

My head spun for a second, trying to convince myself she meant what I thought she meant.

But this wasn’t about secrets or anything forbidden.

It was about hell, just surviving.

Trust.

That razor-thin line every woman here has gotta tiptoe without backup-till now, anyway.

So I coughed, trying to sound like I had my act together.

“Hey, don’t worry.

I’ll keep you and your baby safe.

Promise.” Kina laughed-like really laughed, her whole body in on the joke, all relief and sunshine.

“Yeah, I know you will,” she said, bumping me with her elbow.

“You’re actually the best, Dexter.

Too bad you suck at pretending you don’t know stuff.” She shot me this look, all mischief and secrets, and whispered, “Just swear, if I end up screaming at you during birth, you won’t hold a grudge.” Couldn’t help it-I lost it, half giggling, and the tension just kind of… vanished.

“No guarantees,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Guess I’ll try.” Kerry and Mitt chuckled beside us, their laughter warm and understanding.

Mitt gave my back a firm, friendly clap and said to Kina, “Then you’ve got to take good care of Dexter, Kina-it’s your duty as his sister.” Kina grinned, falling into step beside me again, her shoulder brushing lightly against mine.

“Obviously.

I’m his sister.

It’s literally my job.” Around us, the tribe settled into the quiet of the night.

Shadows shifted as people slipped into their huts, their voices fading from murmurs to whispers, then to silence.

The clearing emptied, leaving only the soft hum of the night-crickets weaving their endless song, leaves rustling in the dark, and the occasional crackle of a dying ember in the firepit.

I noticed one more thing that no one drank after eating.

No one rinsed their hands or mouths.

They simply ate, then slept, as if the act of eating was enough to sustain them until the next meal.

It was primitive, but it made sense in a way.

Out here, every drop of water was precious, every resource carefully conserved.

And utensils?

What utensils?

Forget plates or mugs or any of that nonsense.

Just grub, hands, and straight-up biting.

Call it what it was-raw, messy, efficient as hell.

But it also meant there wasn’t anything between you and your hunger.

It was straight survival mode.

Sink or swim, baby.

No oil to cook with, no lanterns to keep the shadows off your back-it wasn’t just uncomfortable, it felt risky just thinking about it.

Stuff like that, you bring it in, and suddenly you’re not just fighting for comfort, you’re playing with danger.

These huts, man, they barely held themselves up-grass and straw stitched with animal skin, basically just some reeds with hope holding them together.

One dumb mistake, a little fire, spark, whatever, and boom-funeral pyre.

A blaze would rip through so fast, there’d be no time to blink, let alone escape.

Everything-the mats, the tools, the tiny treasures shoved into corners-gone in a hot heartbeat.

All that’s left?

Silence, ashes, maybe a faint whiff of regret.

One spark, one ember rolling free, and the entire hut would go up in flames.

They weren’t foolish.

They knew the risks.

The fire stayed outside-always.

The huts stayed dark-safe, but blind.

I glanced at Kerry, then at the huts-small, cramped, thick with the scent of damp earth and sweat.

No light.

No comfort.

Just survival.

The second Kina and Tusk ducked into their huts, and it was like the whole damn night closed in on us.

Have you ever noticed that?

How the air feels heavier when things go quiet-kind of humid and smoky, smelling like wet earth and the last gasp of the fire.

It was just me, Kerry, and Mitt left out there.

The firepit sent out this lazy, orange light, making crazy shadows flicker and stretch across the dirt.

Honestly, my heart was beating so loud I was sure Mitt could hear it.

All I could think about was the way Kerry had moved earlier-the little gasp she made when I touched her, how her lips parted when-well, let’s just say my thoughts weren’t exactly chaste.

Not the best timing with Mitt basically breathing down my neck, but, hey, try shutting off your brain.

The want just sat there in my gut, sharp and impossible to ignore.

We walked in, and the next thing we knew was that it was pitch black.

Eventually, bit by bit, glimmers of moon slid in through the broken board and random gap.

The place was steeped in a faint, ominous light.

I couldn’t stop myself-I had to look over at Kerry.

Even with just a sliver of light, you could see every curve, the way her skirt hung onto her hips for dear life.

My cock, of course, wasn’t exactly subtle about remembering her-everything.

The slickness between her thighs, the hard peaks of her nipples, the desperate sounds she made when-yeah, I was fucked.

“Aunt Kerry,” I murmured, my voice rough, “Let me check if I can heal your hard nipples… and your pussy.” Mitt’s head whipped toward us, his voice sharp with concern-and something darker.

“Kerry?

Are you sick?

Is your pussy leaking?

Did it get rubbed against something?” His suspicion was clear, though not for the reasons I might have expected.

He didn’t seem to suspect me of taking advantage of his wife-just worried.

I chuckled to myself, imagining how much more interesting things could get.

Kerry didn’t flinch.

She didn’t mention how I’d grabbed her tits earlier, how I’d forced her to her knees and filled her mouth with my seed.

Instead, she exhaled, slow and controlled, as if she’d been expecting this.

“Well… they must have accidentally gotten rubbed.” Mitt turned to me, his expression unreadable in the dark.

“Dexter.

Can you heal her?” I nodded, my throat dry.

“Yeah, Uncle Mitt.

But I’ll need to take a closer look at Aunt’s pussy… and her nipples.” A beat of silence.

Kerry shifted, her bare feet rustling against the stone.

“Dexter, it’s dark now.

Let’s wait until morning so you can see clearly in daylight.” Mitt grunted in agreement.

“Yeah.

No point straining your eyes.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS PranjalSinghK If you’ve been enjoying the story so far, I would greatly appreciate it if you could take a moment to leave a review.

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