Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

My cock couldn’t help but harden, thinking of fucking them, of claiming them as my own. I didn’t know whether, for these savages, sex was merely a means of reproduction or if they, too, found pleasure and enjoyment in the act.

Suddenly, I saw a group of tribal men coming over in this direction, trying to come into the forest through this slope, which had a slight incline like a dirt road to walk up and down.

They were carrying spears and jute ropes, their bodies bare-chested with only a small piece of what looked like some plant leaf, like banana leaves, covering their crotches.

But one of the males stood out, looking like a leader as he was wearing a dead animal skin around his crotch. They all had beards and mustaches, looking ferocious and ready for battle.

They were coming over here, and I knew I needed to be careful. I couldn’t just barge in and expect to be accepted. I needed a plan, a way to make them see me as more than just a stranger, an outsider.

But I couldn’t ignore my safety. If any of those motherfuckers tried to harm me, I would kill them with my Magical Tool. Maybe I should just make it into a rifle like an M4 Carbine, shoot them all to death. Or maybe a bazooka would be good, and anyway, even if I got injured, I would be fine with the Healing Factor. The thought was comforting, and it gave to confidence, as no matter what happens, I will not die.

I looked at the binoculars in my hand, which were the Magical Tool, and thought of something. I instantly converted the Magical Tool into the leaf dress like the one they all wore around their crotches, so that at least I wouldn’t look strange. I smudged some dirt on myself to look lost and not so clean, a stark contrast to the primitive world around me.

I decided to tell them a story that I came out hunting with my parents, and my parents were killed by an animal, and I ran out. I didn’t know what kind of animals were there in the Stone Age, but I decided to go with the tiger. I already had the Universal Language, so communication wouldn’t be a problem.

I ran back a bit and decided to run to them, calling for help. It was a good idea, but I needed to pay attention to my acting skills.

I hid behind a tree and saw they all had climbed up all the way and were moving in this direction. I took a deep breath and showed a panicked expression, running and yelling, ”Aaaaaa.... help... help.. tiger... There is a tiger...”

I ran to them, yelling, and saw that they all became alert as they saw someone running towards them. I could see they all clenched their weapons in their hands, and I didn’t know whether they were targeting me or because I yelled tiger.

I didn’t know whether the tiger was even called a tiger in the Stone Age, but I guessed that wouldn’t be an issue for me with the Universal Language.

As I stood there, panting and trying to catch my breath, the group of tribal men looked at me with suspicion and alertness. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to spot the tiger I had mentioned. I could see the tension in their bodies, the way they gripped their spears tightly, ready to defend themselves at a moment’s notice.

One of them, who seemed to be the leader, asked, ”Where... where is the tiger?” His voice was gruff, a stark contrast to the primitive world around us.

I could clearly hear them speaking English, and I realized how awesome the Universal Language ability was. No matter which language they spoke, I could understand it easily in English, and they would also understand me in their native language.

By their expressions, I knew they had bought my story, and I continued my acting, my voice trembling with fear, and I stammered. ”It... It was chasing after me... I don’t know...” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the air.

The leader asked, ”What are you doing here near our tribe?” His voice was stern. I cried, and my voice was trembling as I spoke.

”I lived on the other side of the forest... with my mother and father... because we hadn’t had food for many days, dad decided to take us into the forest to hunt... but the tiger attacked them, and they blocked the tiger, asking me to run away...” The words were a web of lies, a story crafted to make them see me as a victim, a stranger in need of their help.

The leader asked, ”Which tribe do you belong to?” His voice was curious, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world. I saw they were still alert, their eyes scanning me, trying to determine if I was a threat or not.

I knew he was asking whether I was from some other tribe; maybe they had enemy tribes here. The thought sent a pang of fear, reminding me that it was a dangerous world.

I said, ”I don’t belong to any tribe... my mother and father were hunters, so we lived alone and hunted to survive...” I instantly crafted a story to make them see me as an outsider, a stranger in need of their help.

One of the men among them said, ”Maybe we should take this kid in... as he must have hunting skills... which might be useful... to our village...” His voice was hopeful, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the air. The thought sent a pang of relief through me, thinking my acting skills were quite good as I had successfully deceived them.

As the other man pointed out my lack of body hair, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration. ”Look, he hasn’t even grown hair, which means he is just a kid,” he said, his finger gesturing towards my crotch.

I glanced at their crotches, noticing the dense pubic hair that was a stark contrast to my clean-shaven skin. Their chests were also covered in hair, while mine was smooth.

My hair length was long, reaching my shoulders, unlike theirs, which were longer, indicating they didn’t get haircuts.