Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”It is essential,” I said, my voice quiet and smooth. ”I quite simply wanted to have a look at the weak spots of mother’s body...” My fingers rotated in the soft skin underneath her collarbone, causing her to tremble with pleasure. ”So that your safety will be ensured when the baby arrives.”

She gasped, her eyes going from fear to terror - true, pure fear.

”Y-you have seen it, haven’t you?” I asked, my voice getting softer and showing a little bit of sympathy, ”Death during delivery. Women are dying from severe bleeding. Infants who turn out to be no longer alive even before their first breath is taken...”

Agatha’s face turned white as a sheet, and her lower lip quivered. ”Y-yeah...” she said in a barely audible, broken voice. ”In the tribe I lived in before... with my man... I saw it happen.” Her breath shuddered. ”Women screaming... so much blood... and then—” Her voice cracked. ”Then silence.”

I nodded my head and just a bit squeezed her throat—I just did that to make her focus on me.

”But don’t worry,” I said softly. ”You...” I moved my fingers down, over her chest that was rising and falling rapidly, down her round belly, and gently pressed the spot where the baby was kicking.

”You’re not going to die, Agatha.” My hand moved down, finger brushing her wet crotch, which made her shiver. ”Because I am here.”

Agatha’s legs were shaking as they spread wider, her sex shining, her body betraying her with every need hitch of breath. Her voice was weak and incoherent - the kind of weakness that made my cock grovel against her stomach.

”Thank you...” she whispered, her fingers clutching at the furs beneath her. ”I know you must be sad... because Sister Ravina captured you...” Her breath shuddered. ”But don’t blame her... She’s not a bad person...”

I stilled, my fingers paused just outside her dripping entrance.

Oh?

Agatha’s voice broke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lips trembling as she defended Ravina. ”She has to be like this... Otherwise, we’ll all die without food... without resources...” A shudder ran through her. ”And it’ll get worse in winter... If we don’t have enough to eat...”

I nodded, my expression soothing, my voice calm—like a healer offering comfort.

”I know. I don’t blame your Elder Ravina...”

But inside?

Oh, I do.

I’m a petty man.

And Ravina bullied me.

Heh.

She thinks she’s the leader?

I’ll break her.

Not just physically—oh no.

I’ll make her cry. I’ll make her beg. I’ll make her plead for my cock like the desperate little bitch she is.

I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside for later. Right now, there was something far more entertaining to focus on.

Agatha.

She was still panting, her chest heaving, her milk-slick tits rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her blonde curls were matted with sweat, her skin flushed pink from shame and arousal, her thighs still trembling from the assault on her sensitive spots.

And now?

Now she was trying to cover herself.

Her hands shot down, clutching at her armpits,

”Aaahh... hmmmm....” she whimpered, her voice cracking as I gripped her wrist and yanked her arm up again, exposing the blonde, curly nest of her armpit—damp, glistening, the hairs matted with sweat, the scent ripe and female and fucking intoxicating.

Then I buried my nose in her armpit. Earning 50 Pervert Points.

”AAAAAAH—! N-NO—! HNNNNNGH—!”

Her back arched from the cold stone, her free hand tearing at the furs as her thighs squeezed together while I gobbled up her scent—deep, greedy, my nostrils flaring as I allowed the whole, unfiltered scent of her to overpower me. The heat of her body, the stickiness of her hair, the biting, animal musk of a woman soaked in lust and perspiration.

”S-SHAAAAMEFUL—!” Agatha sobbed, her face burning with red embarrassment, but her pussy clenched, another squirt of her juices oozing down her ass crack, staining the furs under her.

I licked.

I stuck my tongue out, pulled the skin inside her armpit with the tongue, and sampled the salt, the sourness of the terror, the bitter metal of the sweat, and a sweet background of desire. Her hair brushed my lips, clinging to my tongue as I soaked in her smell. My teeth just grazed the soft, tender skin, but enough to make her yell.

”AAAAAAH—! P-PLEASE—! IT’S TOO MUCH—! HMMMMM—!”

Her body was moving wildly, her breasts shaking and milk spraying from her nipples as she thrust against me, her pussy oozing, her breath coming in short, wet gasps. However, she did not pull away. No, her thighs widened, her hips lifted, giving herself to me, even when she was sobbing her shame away.

”Mmm...” I huffed against her wet, quivering flesh, my tongue playing with the blonde, curly abyss, my face so deep that I was able to pick up the saltiness of her terror, the musky fragrance of her delight, and the sour sweetness of a woman drowning in her own disgrace. My fingers tightly encircled her wrist, gripping her as I tore her apart, my passionate breath on her neck.

”What does it feel like ...?” I said softly, with my other hand caressing her shaky stomach, my fingers just above her dripping heat, not taking but only tempting. ”Do you feel your pussy loosening up...?”

”N-NO-!” Agatha cried, her voice breaking, and her legs tightening—but her pussy was reckless, her milk dripping in thick, creamy drops down her ribs, her breath short and harsh.

I smiled with a dark and knowing expression, then I went to her other armpit, my tongue already flicking out, tasting the sweat there—the musky scent more potent here, the hairs thicker, stuck with her excitement, her neediness.

+50 Pervert Points (Armpit )

My lips sealed around the sensitive flesh, my tongue dragging up in a long, slow stroke that made her back bow off the bed, her tits bouncing, her nipples leaking fresh beads of milk.

”AAAAAAAAH—! STOP—! PLEASE—! I CAN’T—! HMMMMMM—!”

Her screams echoed within the hut, her body vibrating, her fingers scratching the furs, yet she did not separate. No, indeed. Her hips moved in circles, her cunt oozing, her body asking for more even if her mind still resisted.

”What about now...? I growled into her ear, my fingers finally moving down to touch her irritated vagina, so that she could not control herself. ”Is it getting loose...?” In tasting her perspiration, my tongue shoved out again, delighting in the sharp, female scent. ”Or is it getting tighter...?”

”H-hmmm...” Agatha gasped, her face flaming, her voice faltering. ”I-it is... dripping m-more water...” Once again, she moved her hips, rolling them over my palm, her cunt oozing, her body asking for more. ”A-and it is getting tighter—!”

”Oh...? ” I snickered, feeling my shaft pulsate hard under her, precum escaping over her belly and onto my stomach. ”So tight...?” With my finger, I slowly rubbed around the clit, starting slow but surely, her moan turning into sobbing. ”Even now...?”

Right then, I didn’t think twice about biting the soft skin of her armpit with my teeth just a little bit for her to scream, and then, licking the hurt off with my tongue, I tasted her disgrace, her need, and her complete surrender.

”Y-yes—!” Agatha sobbed, her entire body vibrating, her vagina clenched tightly, although there was nothing to enfold, her milk oozed out, and her breath came in short, moist gasps. ”Hmm... It is too tight! P-please— help me loosen it up.... I need to keep my child safe.. aaaaahh...!”