Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 780: Maya’s Angry “I Love You”

I stood off to the side while Mom sat nearby, watching the “massage” with mild concern. Maya’s hands were still moving over Rachel’s hips and thighs when she suddenly froze. Her movements stopped completely. Her eyes locked onto the inner side of Rachel’s leg.

A thin, unmistakable white streak of liquid was slowly trailing down from beneath the hem of Rachel’s clothes, sliding along the smooth skin of her thigh in a clear, sticky line.

Maya’s hand moved almost on its own. She wiped the streak with her fingertip, brought it closer, and sniffed. The moment the scent registered, her entire body went rigid. Her eyes widened, then slowly turned red at the rims as the realization hit her.

Through my Mind-reading ability, her thoughts crashed in, raw and disbelieving.

[Is that… Dexter’s semen…? Have they already…? Then… I…]

Maya stood up so abruptly that Rachel flinched. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t look at Victoria. Her voice came out tight and uneven as she spoke only to Rachel.

“It’s okay… R-Rachel… I… I’m going to get some air.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and practically fled the bamboo shelter, moving as if she couldn’t bear to stay inside another second.

Rachel shifted and turned over on the grass. She felt the same warm trickle continuing down from her still-sensitive asshole, sliding along her inner thigh. The moment she saw the white streak, the color drained from her face as understanding hit her.

[OMG… did Maya see it…? Did she realize…?]

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, wide with panic.

Victoria looked between the empty doorway and me, genuine confusion on her face.

“What happened to Maya? You should go check on her…”

Even as she spoke, her internal thoughts reached me clearly, sharp with quiet irritation.

[Do they really think I’m blind? It’s obvious Rachel has already been taken by my son… and he’s still not chasing after Maya. What is he thinking?]

Mom’s eyes narrowed as she turned her full attention on me.

“Why aren’t you leaving yet?”

I straightened and gave a short nod.

“Mom, you take care of Rachel. I’ll go check on Aunt Maya.”

With that, I stepped out of the shelter and broke into a run, following the path Maya had taken into the denser part of the forest.

The undergrowth slapped against my legs as I pushed deeper between the trees. After a short, determined chase, I spotted her ahead, moving quickly, almost stumbling in her urgency to get away.

I closed the distance in a few long strides and reached out, catching her wrist firmly.

Maya jerked her arm away hard, tears already streaking down her face, her breathing ragged.

“Let go… you bastard…!”

I didn’t release her. Instead, I pulled her firmly back toward me, wrapping both arms around her and holding her tightly against my chest even as she struggled and twisted.

“What happened? Who bullied my Aunt Maya?”

Maya shoved against my shoulders with both hands, her voice cracking under the weight of anger, hurt, and something deeper that she could no longer hold back. Tears kept spilling over as the words tumbled out in a raw, furious rush.

“Let go… leave me alone…! You clearly already have Rachel! You even did that with her… I saw it… I smelled it… You went all the way with her already! So go after her! Stay with her! Why are you even here chasing me?!”

She kept pushing, her fists weakly hitting against my chest as more tears fell.

“I am nobody…! Do you understand?! Nobody! You already chose her… You marked her… You filled her… and now you come running after me as if nothing happened? Don’t insult me like that…! Just leave me alone… go back to Rachel… she needs you more than I do… I was never anything to begin with…!”

Her voice broke completely on the last words. She tried once more to wrench herself free, but the strength had gone out of her arms.

She stood there trembling in my hold, crying hard, the angry words still hanging in the air between us while the forest around us stayed quiet except for the sound of her uneven breathing and the soft rustle of leaves.

I kept my arms firmly around Maya even as she continued to push against my chest. My voice came out low and edged with the frustration I had been holding back since the night before.

“But you were the one who stopped me last night. Do you even know how hard it was for me to hold back…? You’re so selfish…”

Maya’s face flushed a deep, embarrassed red. Her eyes darted away for a second before she forced herself to look at me again, the anger in her expression mixed with clear fluster. The words came out sharper this time, almost defensive.

“You… you… It… it was because Rachel and Victoria were right there, so… I stopped you… That’s the only reason…! Don’t you dare twist it into something else! If they hadn’t been sleeping so close, I… I wouldn’t have…!”

She shoved harder against my shoulders, voice rising with every sentence.

“And now you come chasing after me after you already did everything with Rachel?! Do you have any idea how that feels?! You filled her… You left your mark all over her… and then you run after me like I’m supposed to just accept it?! You’re cruel…! You’re completely selfish…!”

I didn’t let the excuses and accusations sit. I held her gaze and asked the question directly, voice quieter but no less pointed.

“So do you like me, Aunt Maya? Didn’t you say you were a lesbian…?”

Maya’s eyes flashed with fresh fury. She glared up at me, tears still clinging to her lashes, and the denial came out loud and immediate, almost shouted into my face.

“I… I don’t like you…! I hate you…! I hate the way you look at me… I hate the way you keep touching me… I hate that you make me feel things I never wanted to feel…! Go after your girlfriend…! Stay with Rachel…! Leave me alone…!”

She kept struggling, her voice cracking under the weight of the anger she was forcing out.

“I was fine before you…! I knew exactly who I was…! And then you appeared and ruined everything…! You made me doubt myself… You made me want things I shouldn’t…! I hate you for that…! I hate you so much…!”

The more she shouted, the more the words started to fracture. Her fists, which had been pushing against my chest, slowly lost their strength. Tears spilled faster down her cheeks as the furious denial finally broke open under its own pressure. Her voice dropped, still trembling with residual anger but no longer able to hold the lie.

“…I hate you… because I like you… damn it… I like you so much it hurts… and I… I love you… even though I never wanted to… even though it makes no sense… I love you… and I hate that I do…”

The admission left her shaking in my arms, breathing hard, as if the words themselves had drained whatever fight she had left.

She no longer tried to push me away; she simply stood there, forehead pressed against my chest, crying quietly while the confession hung heavy and irreversible between us in the middle of the forest.