Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Diana’s voice softened further, almost vulnerable now.

”I’ve always known you were special. But tonight... You showed me just how powerful you really are. And the fact that you chose to protect me, to protect me first... even after everything I’ve done... it means everything to me.”

She glanced at me again, her eyes glistening with happy tears.

”So yes... your guess was exactly right. As long as I’m touching you — holding you, hugging you, anything — I get to experience that slowed world too. Only when there’s skin-to-skin or body-to-body contact. That’s why I understood so quickly. That’s why I wasn’t scared.”

The car continued gliding smoothly through the night as Diana smiled at me, her expression full of pure love and trust.

”I don’t need explanations right now. I just need you. My powerful, gentle, deadly protector.”

She lifted my hand to her lips once more and kissed it slowly, meaningfully.

”Thank you... for being exactly who you are.”

The road stretched out ahead of us, dark and quiet, while Diana’s hand stayed firmly intertwined with mine — warm, steady, and full of unspoken promises.

The soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminated her beautiful face as she drove, occasionally glancing at me with that mix of love and curiosity that only she could pull off.

I took a deep breath and started telling her everything. I didn’t hide a single thing. I told her about my time in the Stone Age world — the primitive tribes, the harsh survival, the women I had met and been intimate with.

I spoke about Kerry, how I teased her, and the story of her being surprised by my peeled cock, making Diana chuckle.

Then I spoke of Ada, Kina, Nathalie, and Angela, and even Mira, Megan, and Nicole — telling Diana their stories in detail.

I explained how some of them were not even from the primitive era but had been pulled from a distant future through the same mysterious forces.

Diana listened quietly at first, her eyes fixed on the dark road ahead, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching. As I finished, she let out a soft scoff, a playful yet slightly possessive smirk tugging at her lips.

”Are you trying to create an army of women or something?” she teased, squeezing my hand a little tighter.

”So many women... Kerry, Ada, Kina, Hina, Angela, Nathalie, Mira, Megan, Nicole... You really went wild back then, didn’t you, my naughty nephew? Building your own little harem in the Stone Age while I was here waiting for you.”

I chuckled softly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at her words.

Diana’s smirk widened, but there was a genuine spark of curiosity and a hint of jealousy in her eyes as she glanced at me. ”Tell me more about them. Were they all as eager as you made them sound?”

”Did they fight over you? Or did you have to ’conquer’ each one like a proper Stone Age man?”

She gave my thigh a teasing squeeze, her voice dropping into that seductive tone she knew I loved.

”I’m not mad, baby... just impressed. My sweet, gentle Dexter is turning into a powerful stud who collects beautiful women across time itself. But remember — no matter how many you had in the past or how many you might have in the future... you’re mine first. Always.”

Diana leaned over slightly while keeping her eyes on the road, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to my cheek.

”Though I have to admit... hearing you talk about all these women makes me a little wet. Maybe later I’ll make you tell me every dirty detail while I ride you. Would you like that, my love? Telling your Aunt Diana about how you fucked all those Stone Age sluts while I’m bouncing on your cock?”

I chuckled softly, a little embarrassed but relieved that she wasn’t angry.

Diana suddenly asked, her tone turning more serious, ”But... how did you go there? Did you use your speed ability?”

I shook my head.

”I gained this God Speed ability recently,” I explained. ”About how I went there... it’s... I was killed.”

Diana pressed the brakes instantly. The car screeched to a sudden halt on the empty dark road. She turned to me fully, eyes wide with shock and rising panic.

”You were killed...?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief. ”What do you mean you were killed, Dexter? Someone actually... killed you? In this world? Tell me everything. Right now.”

I nodded gently and continued, ”Yeah... I died here in this timeline... and was teleported to the Stone Age... with a system.”

Diana’s hands tightened on the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. She stared at me, mouth slightly open, completely stunned.

”A system...?” she repeated, voice cracking. ”You died... and then a system just... teleported you to the Stone Age? Like some kind of game? Dexter, that sounds insane. Who killed you? How did you die?”

”Were you in pain? Did you suffer? I need to know who did this to you so I can make them regret being born.”

Her eyes were wide with a mixture of horror, fury, and overwhelming concern. She reached over and cupped my face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking my cheeks as if checking I was really there.

”Tell me more about this system,” she whispered, still in shock. ”What kind of system? What did it do to you? Did it hurt you? Did it control you? I can’t believe someone killed you... and then some mysterious system just took you away from me...”

I told her everything about the Pervert Debauchery System — how it had activated after my death, the missions, the rewards, the way it had guided (and sometimes pushed) me through that primitive world.

Diana listened with wide eyes, completely absorbed. She was no longer focused on the road — the car had slowed to a crawl as she processed every word.

”A Pervert Debauchery System...?” she repeated slowly, almost tasting the words.

”It sounds ridiculous... but after what I just saw you do with God Speed, I believe you. Still... the idea that you died, that someone took you from me, and then this perverted system just... gave you a second chance in another world... it makes me so angry. And a little relieved. Because it brought you back to me stronger.”

She leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, a deep, emotional kiss full of love and lingering fear.

”I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered against my lips. ”But whoever killed you... They will pay. I swear it. No one touches what’s mine and lives.”

The car started moving again, but Diana kept one hand on my thigh, squeezing gently every few seconds as if reassuring herself I was real.

The road stretched out ahead of us, dark and quiet, while Diana’s hand stayed firmly intertwined with mine — warm, steady, and full of unspoken promises of protection, love, and revenge.