Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I walked with purposeful steps towards the women, whose faces betrayed a mix of pain and relief. I wordlessly went one by one through them, taking each of them one at a time by their hands. Through my fingertips, which were full of Eternal Vitality, streams of golden light penetrated into their skins.

In one second, wounds were sealed—jagged rips had been covered up as if it was not even there. Faint, and now mostly white, and some very old scars, were becoming less visible, to almost unnoticeable skin. Their gasps could be heard as their strength and health returned , with their skin bright and soft as a baby’s skin.

They fell down to the ground, now uniting their foreheads with the earth. ”Thank you, my king.” ”Bless you.” ”We are indebted to your generosity with our lives.” Their voices were shaking, packed with thanks and that which is beyond the feeling of gratitude—devotion.

I took pleasure in their awe of me, at the highest level. The scent was thick and unmissable, composed of sweat, blood from struggles of the day, and something ancient. A few of them were still holding to their spears tightly as their white knuckles were showing. The rest had their hands extended for me, the way they touched me was hesitant and reverent.

My cock became erect and was throbbing hard.

But then, I noticed someone walking over here.

Without any fear, Helen walked towards me, and with every step, her hips were swaying slowly and intentionally, and her large breasts were bouncing. It seemed as if the sun that was hitting the sweat on her skin was making her look like some goddess of amber. She came up just a few feet away from me, slow and deliberate, her lips smiling.

”Dex... King.” Her voice was low and thick like a purr and it was loaded with emotion. Without thinking, she dropped down to one knee, with her hand on her chest, she said, ”I don’t even know where to begin.”

”You healed me.” She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling—not only with thankfulness but also with something darker, more eagerly.

She grazed her hand along my body as she stood up, her movement fluid. ”The others... they don’t get what you’ve given us.” Her hand moved up my arm, her touch hot and possessive.

”But I do. You didn’t only save us. You transformed us.” She got closer, her lips kissing my ear. ”And I will spend the rest of my life confirming that I am deserving of you, my king.”

She slowly ran her fingers down my chest. The women around us were holding their breath, watching and envying.

I grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. ”Oh?” I asked with a smirk. ”And how do you plan to do that, Helen?”

She didn’t react to the challenge. Rather, her grin got bigger and her eyes sparkled with a promise. ”I will follow your orders,” She dropped her hand lower, her fingers lightly touching the waistband of my skirt. ”I belong to you.” She moved closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. ”Let me show you.”

The women around us were shifting nervously – some were biting their lips, others watching us with wide, hungry eyes.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Helen’s lips parted, her eyes dark with anticipation. ”My king—”

”DEXTER!”

The loud noise was as if the sky had been broken with a thunderclap.

Turn quickly, gripping the fear, my body changed tense feeling of unison. In front of me were Mitt, Ryan, Tusk, and the rest of the Kronos males—tearing through the undergrowth, spears pointed upwards, the rage distorted their facial features. Their lungs pumped hard, their biceps became tight like a coiled spring to strike out.

”You’re safe!” Mitt’s words were soaked with emotion, but his hold on the spear was still tight. His eyes moving fast from me to the women and then to Helen who was tightly holding onto me.

He moved towards the front, spear still up, but his voice had become a little softer. ”Dexter... we’re here to bring you back. Come with us. Your Aunt Kerry is worried about you.”

Before I could even open my mouth, Ravina was there. She moved like a storm, shoving past Helen to stand in front of me, her spear leveled at Mitt’s chest. Sabina and the others followed, forming a wall of bristling wood and steel behind her. Their eyes burned with defiance.

”Our king,” Ravina snarled, her voice a whipcrack, ”Is not going anywhere.”

Mitt’s face twisted in disgust. ”Your—KING?!” The word tore out of him like a blade, raw and disbelieving. He lunged forward, close enough that Ravina’s spear tip kissed his chest.

I barely heard him.

My head was all over the damn place—faces, bodies, all these what-ifs flickering like a busted neon sign.

Hina, belly still smooth, just begging for me to knock her up. The way she’d arch and gasp, clutching at furs like her life depended on it, ready to be filled and bred, loyal as hell and loving every second.

Kerry—now there’s a handful. That mouth, those claws, the way she’d rake her nails down my back, leaving marks I’d feel for days. She liked it rough, and I’ll be honest, so did I.

Ruth, so quiet she barely breathed, but trembling like a leaf—yeah, she got that from her mom. Ada, always defiant, was still sore from the last time I had to bend her over and remind her who was in charge. That stubborn little ass, red and perfect.

Jesus.

But Ravina—shit, Ravina was right there, front and center. Those tits, unreal, heaving with every breath. Her nipples, hard enough to cut glass, were practically begging for my hands. And the way she looked at me? Like I was something holy, like I’d hung the damn moon. Not just some guy—not even a leader. Like I was untouchable, a god.

I moved in, sliding myself between Ravina and Mitt before she could do more than lightly scrape him with her spear.

Mitt’s voice was raw, his spear still raised but trembling now. ”Dexter... what the hell is happening here?” His eyes darted from me to Ravina, then to the other women, their spears still trained on him. ”And what is this king thing?”

Fuck.

I realized it then—Ravina and the others didn’t even know what a king was. They didn’t understand kingdoms or thrones or any of it. They’d just taken the word from my lips like gospel, because I had said it.

I rubbed my temple, forcing a sigh—like this was all some tedious misunderstanding. ”Uncle Mitt...” I said, my voice smooth, patient.

”They’ve chosen me as their tribe leader.” I gestured to Ravina, to the women behind her, their eyes burning with devotion. ”And ’King’... It’s just the name they use for me as their leader. Like how Elder Ryan is called Chief.”

Ryan’s face twisted. ”WHAT?!” His spear clattered to the ground as he threw his hands up. ”How in the hells did they choose you to lead them?!” His eyes narrowed, flicking between me and the women, then widening as the pieces clicked.

”Oh. Oh, I see now.” His voice dripped with realisation. ”They just want to keep you. Because they want to use you.” He jabbed a finger at me. ”A healer.”

Mitt’s voice was quieter, but it cut deeper. ”Dexter...” He stepped closer, his expression raw. ”Don’t forget who saved you when you were nothing. When you were abandoned. Alone. Starving.” His voice cracked.

”It was me. It was Kerry. It was the Kronos Tribe that took you in. Fed you. Helped you.” His hands clenched into fists. ”And this? This is how you repay us? You are betraying us.. and our trust by turning your back on your family for a bunch of—”