Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”Who’s there?” he called out, his voice deep and gruff, carrying the authority of a man used to protecting his own.

I stood still, letting him study me. ”I... wanted to hide from the snowstorm,” I said, pretending hesitation, my voice rough from the cold air. ”Can I stay with you?”

The man’s eyes narrowed, but there was no hostility—just caution. ”Who are you? How did you get here?” he demanded, his tone firm.

I shrugged, keeping my tone humble. ”I was out here to hunt for food... then suddenly the snow started. My place is a bit far from here, so going back isn’t possible. But I found footprints leading this way... so I followed.”

The man paused, his gaze still sharp. ”You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

I shook my head, letting a hint of exhaustion creep into my voice. ”No, I’m not. I’m just a traveler... a hunter. The storm caught me off guard.”

He studied me for another moment, then nodded slowly. ”So you are a hunter?”

I nodded, letting my eyes flicker toward the cave briefly—just enough to hint at my interest in what was inside. ”Yes. And I’m good with a bow... or a spear. I can help if you need it.”

The man seemed to consider this, then stepped aside, pulling the grass curtain open. ”Come in... you can stay here. But don’t cause trouble.” His voice was firm, but there was a hint of warmth beneath it.

I didn’t hesitate. I ducked inside, the warmth of the cave hitting me like a wave. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, cooked meat, and something else—her. The firelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and there she was.

Andy.

She was crouched near the fire, her hands working to coax the flames higher.

The fur she wore draped over her shoulders, but it didn’t hide the swell of her tits—heavy, round, and full, the cleavage deep and tempting as she leaned forward, the firelight licking at her skin. Her nipples were hard, pointed, pressing against the fur, begging to be sucked, bitten, played with.

And fuck, her ass—big, round, and perfect, the fur barely covering the top of her thighs, the rest of her legs bare, her skin smooth and flawless. But it was her pussy that caught my attention—hairy, thick, and dark, the curls peeking out from between her thighs as she shifted, the firelight glinting off the dampness already coating her lips.

My cock twitched, hardening further, and I had to shift my fur cloak to hide it.

She moved, adjusting her position, and the fur shifted with her, revealing more of her pussy—the thick, dark curls glistening with arousal, the scent of her need filling the cave.

The sight of it—raw, untamed, real—made my mouth water. I wanted to bury my face in it, to lick her clean, to fuck her until she screamed.

There were two others in the cave—young men, their faces similar to the older man’s, their bodies lean but strong. They watched me with curiosity, their eyes flickering between their father and me.

The older man gestured toward Andy. ”He is a hunter who wanted to find a place to stay and protect himself from the snow,” he said, his voice carrying across the cave.

Andy looked up, her eyes meeting mine for the first time. And fuck, they were stunning—deep, dark, and intelligent, framed by long lashes.

She studied me, her gaze lingering on my face, my body, my fur cloak. There was no fear in her eyes—just assessment, curiosity, and something else—a flicker of heat, of interest.

”So, you’re the one who followed our tracks?” she asked, her voice soft but strong, musical yet direct.

I nodded, smirking slightly. ”I am. Hope that’s not a problem.”

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. ”It depends. Are you just here for shelter... or do you have other intentions?”

I raised an eyebrow, amused by her boldness. ”Does it matter? I’m here now, and I’m not leaving until the storm passes.”

She laughed, a rich, warm sound that sent a jolt through me. ”Fair enough. But if you’re staying, you’ll have to pull your weight. We don’t take freeloaders here.”

”Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, my eyes flickering to her pussy again, hidden but not hidden enough beneath the fur. ”I’m not the type to sit idle.”

The man turned to me. ”I am Rikaru... and she is my woman, Andy.” He gestured to the young men. ”They are my children... this is the eldest son, Haru, and this is the younger one, Dagu.”

I bowed my head slightly, keeping my tone respectful. ”I am Dexter.”

Andy murmured my name, testing it on her tongue. ”Dexter...” she repeated, her voice soft, musical. ”It is the first time I am hearing such a name... Where are you from?”

I shrugged, keeping my answer vague. ”Far from here. A place you’ve probably never heard of.”

She nodded, her eyes still locked on mine. ”And what brings you to our cave?”

I paused, letting a hint of sadness creep into my voice. ”Circumstance. I was hunting with my family... but now I’m alone.”

Andy’s eyes softened, her expression turning sympathetic. ”What happened?” she asked, her voice gentle.

I told them the same story I’d told Kerry and the others when I met them—that my parents had been killed by a tiger while trying to save me. The lie came easily, smoothly, and I watched as Andy’s face filled with pity.

”That’s terrible,” she said, her voice sincere. ”To lose your family like that... it must have been hard.”

I nodded, letting my voice drop to a quieter tone. ”It was. But I’ve learned to survive. Just like you have.”

She studied me for a moment, her gaze intense. ”You’re strong. I can see that. But strength alone isn’t enough out here. You need cunning... and luck.”

”I’ve got plenty of both,” I replied, my eyes flickering to her pussy again, hidden beneath the fur but betrayed by the scent of her arousal. ”And I’m not afraid of hard work.”