Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I saw the contradiction in her eyes – the longing for food battling with the much more primal desire that she had been suppressing since she first saw me having sex with Helen. The tribal women around us were talking quietly, watching us with obvious curiosity.

One of the younger women, whose breasts were full and heavy, came up with a piece of roasted meat. ”Take it, Sister Ravina,” she said, her voice sweet and inviting. ”You need to eat. The meat is fresh, and the spices will give you strength.”

Ravina’s fingers kept moving at her sides, as if she had electricity running through her veins. Her breathing? It was a mess—short, sharp gasps, like she couldn’t quite catch up. Honestly, I was able to smell her arousal—no exaggeration. That musky heat blending with the smoky roast meat scent was absurd.

Moreover, it wasn’t only me; the other women also sensed it very clearly. Their reaction was unmistakable - the flaring of their nostrils, the darkening of their eyes, and the pressing of their lips. Like a damn pack of wolves scenting something wild.

I grabbed a piece of meat—without even thinking. My hand brushed against Ravina’s, and she instantly shivered, her eyes going all big and shiny. I gave her a mischievous look, my voice dropping so low that it was almost a growl. ”Thanks.” Like we were in on some secret, just us.

In a very low voice, she gasped as I took the meat up to my mouth. I really can’t blame her - my taste buds did their job perfectly, catching the drippings with my tongue. She looked at my mouth, her lips parted slightly, taking shallow breaths. If that was not a prompt for me, then I really didn’t know what it was.

With a satisfying crunch, I went for the meat, and the taste exploded right there on my face. I might as well take a little pleasure out of it, wouldn’t I?

After all, I wasn’t going anywhere now, was stuck in this world. And with my Healing Factor, even if this meat was laced with poison, it’d be nothing more than a fleeting sting—a useless precaution I’d forgotten I no longer needed.

The thought made me smirk. All that time wasted—biting, chewing, forcing the meat into my System Storage—when I could’ve just devoured it like a man. Like a beast. Like something that didn’t need to fear death.

The tribal women near us moved nearer, their figures against ours as they presented more food, their hands lightly touching mine.

While we were eating, I saw a pregnant woman coming towards us - her belly very big and pronounced. She was about to say something when Ravina promptly asked: ”Agatha, is everything alright?”

Agatha’s eyes went back and forth between us, a small smile of relief showing on her face. ”That sister Ravina...” she began, her voice warm but weary. ”I heard you brought back a healer this time... so...” She trailed off, eyes locking onto mine.

Agatha turned to me, silent expectation hanging in the air. Ravina chuckled softly, nudging the tension aside. ”Just say it, Agatha. Don’t fret—you’re like a little sister to me.”

Then, with quiet urgency, Agatha said, stammering: ”I only want the healer to check on me... on us. Tell me if my child and I are well. And...” She hesitated, fingers absently tracing her belly. ”How much longer until the birth?”

My gaze dropped to her body—her nakedness barely concealed, the curve of her belly taut and undeniable. Heat flushed through me.

This was the first time I had seen a pregnant woman in such a revealing manner, and so openly sensual. Her nipples, which were quite dark and full, attracted my gaze without me really intending to, and I started to think, could there be milk in them already?

Agatha looked like a woman in her early thirties, and her hair was a little wavy, and the length was shoulder. The fact that she was expecting had brought out in her a certain earthy and sexual nature that was mesmerizing. Her hips had become broader, her butt bigger, and her body had changed to something that was still more feminine and more basic.

Her pregnant form had curves that were mesmerizing- her breasts were so enlarged that they looked like they were twice their normal size, the dark brown nipples contrasting with her fair skin, already shining with what appeared to be the initial drops of milk.

As I looked at her, my dick, which was in my leaf skirt, went crazy, and my eyes dropped to her belly again, taking in the way it rose and fell with each breath.

Agatha’s stomach was a glorious hemispherical, the skin was tight and shining, and the navel was sticking out a bit like a ripe button. The thought of what was inside her - of the life growing there - sent a primal jolt through me. I wanted to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin, to press my ear against her belly and listen to the heartbeat within.

I could see the faint blue lines of veins under her skin, proof of the increased blood flow that indicated that her body was ready to give birth. When she moved her weight, the breasts swung hypnotically, the movement that made my mouth water.

I saw the changes that the pregnancy had caused in her, partially - the lightening of the areolas, the faint purple tint to the veins in her breasts, the way her belly button had become like a little button.

Stretch marks that were on her lower belly were silver in color against her golden skin, signs that the body had a marvelous capacity to change and adapt.

Veins that were deep and feathery crisscrossed her bulging belly, tracing the silent routes under her transparent skin, giving away the story of a new life growing in her. Her breathing, stomach moving up and down, made my dick throb hard against my leaf skirt.

Maybe Agatha noticed my glance as she changed her position by a short distance, and so her breasts moved. A tiny drop of fluid was visible at the tip of one breast, and it glistened with the firelight.

Agatha’s voice snapped me back to the moment—deeper now, resonant with the weight of her changing body. ”Can you...” She hesitated, fingers tracing nervous circles over her swollen belly. ”Can you examine me... thoroughly?”

I glanced at Ravina, whose thighs pressed tightly together as she swallowed. ”You...” she murmured, voice strained. ”You should look at her first. Then...” The unspoken, then what? hung between us.

I nodded, a silent reassurance. Ravina’s deferral to me—asking permission in this moment—struck me as almost comical. I smirked, and she shot me a look sharp with frustration.