Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Sabina’s fingers curled around my wrist, sharp as a cat digging for a fight. She yanked me so hard, I just about face-planted into that crooked old oak at the clearing’s edge.

Bark scraped my palms when she spun me, nearly launching me at the trunk. Then—bam—her hand smacked between my shoulder blades, real subtle.

”Go on, then,” she spat—honestly, her voice could sand paint right off a door. ”Piss. Or what, you gonna stand there dangling your cock forever, healer?”

I shot a look over my shoulder at her—somewhere in her thirties, I guess, could’ve been older, didn’t really matter. Her body? Damn near identical to Kerry’s: wiry, tough as nails, muscles you earn by actually living hard, not just hitting the gym for show.

You could tell she’d lugged buckets and gutted more than a few creatures in her time. Her hair, dark, wild, a total bird’s nest, spilled down her back. She didn’t try to cover anything, either; her exposed breasts moved with every harsh breath, ferocious and entirely unbothered.

I turned away, and I don’t even need to remove the skirt or slide it down, just grabbed my cock and aimed forward.

Piss splattered the roots with this harsh little sizzle. And yeah, Sabina was behind me, breathing all even and calm, except I could feel her staring holes in my back. Judging? Maybe just sizing me up. God, if she clocked the size—like, actually saw—she’d definitely have something to say. Wasn’t ready to deal with that.

I finished, shook myself off, and turned.

Sabina looked at me and asked, ”Done?”

I nodded and saw behind her someone walking over here.

That’s when I saw Ravina.

She was strolling over, and honestly, her legs looked like they’d been splashed with... something. Water? Maybe more. My heart rate started climbing, you know the feeling. She had this loose, confident way of walking—bare feet barely making a sound on the wet ground, hips rolling with every step—and I could feel myself reacting, not gonna lie.

Then she stopped short and fixed her eyes on my skirt like she could see right through me.

”Sabina,” she said, her voice dropping. There was a little warning in it, but not mean—just cautious. ”Go through his clothes, would you? I kept getting poked in the back this whole time.”

Sabina was all business; she didn’t waste a second. She stepped up, grabbed the waistband, and—well—down went my skirt.

Guess there was no hiding it then. My cock just kind of bounced out, totally exposed, already half-hard and flushed like I’d been caught red-handed. Not my smoothest moment, but hey, at least things were out in the open.

Gasps.

Ravina’s eyes locked onto it. ”What in the ancestors’ names—?! Why is it hard? That’s impossible!”

Sabina didn’t just look. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, testing the weight. ”It’s... different.” Her thumb brushed the ridge of my glans, her touch rough, curious. ”The skin—it’s gone. And this...” She poked the swollen head.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me. I hissed, my hips jerking forward before I could stop myself.

”Fuck,” Sabina breathed. ”It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

Ravina stepped closer, her wet thighs pressing together as she stared. ”Can you even release your seed like that?” Her voice dropped, hungry. ”Doesn’t that mean you could put a child in any woman you want?”

I swallowed hard. All of them wanted it. Their eyes—greedy, hungry—flicked between my cock and my face. They weren’t just curious. They were imagining.

I cleared my throat, forcing my voice steady. ”My grandfather found herbs for me. To make me strong. So I could...” I hesitated, letting the implication hang. ”Give strong children.” I didn’t mention the healing cum lie. Not here. Not with these women. They’d chain me to a bed before I could blink.

Ravina’s lips parted. ”You already have a woman?”

I nodded. ”Yes.”

Her fingers twitched at her sides. ”Just one?”

The question hung between us, heavy as the humid air.

Sabina’s grip on my cock tightened, just for a second, before she let go. ”A man like you shouldn’t waste himself on just one.” Her voice was a growl, her breath hot against my chest. ”The tribe needs strong sons. Strong hunters.”

Ravina stepped even closer, her body nearly pressing against mine. ”And strong daughters,” she murmured, her hand drifting toward my cock before she caught herself.

I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Let them look. Let them want.

I mean, in a place where muscle basically kept you breathing, and a dude’s ability to make babies decided if your people faded away or took over the whole damn valley, I was way past just being the healer.

I was powerful.

And they all knew it.

Sabina’s fingers twitched at her sides, her dark eyes flicking between me and Ravina.

”Sister Ravina,” she said, her voice low but cutting through the hum of the night. ”We should keep him.”

My pulse didn’t spike. I didn’t flinch.

I was not afraid to be captured—I could vanish at any moment with my magical tool, and they’d never stand a chance. If I wanted, I could even wipe them all out.

Sabina stepped closer, her bare breasts rising as she spoke, her voice dropping into that rough, persuasive growl. ”Look at him. Look at what he is. We have women—so many women—still young, still able to carry children. Sisters who’ve lost husbands, lost sons, who’ve been cast out by their tribes like broken tools.” Her hand cut through the air, sharp as a blade.

”With him, we could give them hope. Strong sons. Hunters who could feed us all. Daughters who wouldn’t starve when the cold comes.”

Ravina’s face changed—tight mouth, knuckles going white for a second, then letting go like she was catching herself. You could just see the wheels spinning. Devious.

And then it just hit me like, oh, that’s why they’re all women. The tribe tossed them out, like scraps, just because they couldn’t pull their weight or whatever. Brutal.

Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ada, Ruth... yeah, they could’ve been dumped, too, if I hadn’t been around. Same as these women. God, that stings.

I glanced around at Sabina, Ravina, and the others hanging back in the shadows. They looked a little rough, honestly—skinny, with this sort of wild, hopeful gleam in their eyes.

Not just curious, but like they’re itching for something more. You know, like when you’re starving and someone walks by with pizza? That kind of longing.

They wanted a savior.

I could be that.

Or I could be their ruin.

Ravina sucked in a shaky breath. Her eyes darted down—yeah, still hard, can’t exactly hide that—then she yanked her stare back up to meet mine, cheeks burning. ”We’re not dealing with that right now,” she muttered, voice wound up tight. ”Sister Helen first. Then you and I talk.”

Sabina bit down so hard I thought she’d snap her own jaw, but—for once—she kept her mouth shut. For now, anyway.

I smirked. Just a little.

Because I heard what she didn’t say.

Later.

And later? Oh, I’d be ready.

I’d let them think they had a choice.

I’d let them think they were in control.

And when the time came?

I’d show them exactly what happens when you try to cage a man who’s already decided he’s a god.