Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 59: A Prescription for Pulsing Assholes

My fingers twitched their way through the wetness of Ada, and her breath tightened as I stroked her clit without touching it, just massaging it.

My other hand touched Kerry on the thigh, squeezing it at that, my thumb rubbing on the sensitive flesh just by her pussy. And the one thing that will quiet it down, I grumbled, is a pussy, and it will be a dark, jealous rumble that will shake every part of them.

The colour of Ada flushed a darker red, her fingers scraped into my arm as I realised what had been understood. ”Dexter...” she moaned, hardly more than a murmur, as her breath was hot upon my skin.

”You cannot say this to anybody... ”Ada detested me with her voice, which was a shaky whisper, and her hands tore my arm as claws, and her knuckles blanched with strain. Her eyes glanced up to Kerry--wide and frightened--as though the vengeance of the tribe would actually ensue in the hut in the event of her uttering too emphatic a word.

”We must have this between us, we must. Otherwise, the tribe will be enraged in case they discover that you are wasting your They’d call it sacrilege. They’d—”

She didn’t finish. She didn’t have to.

My nod was very slow, and my face very grave, as though I had the same fear as she. Yet within, it was an undertidal of calculations, of putting the puzzle of Kerry together, all her sore cunt, how her pussy oozed with my cum, how her nips were as hard as river pebbles, how she had gasped rag time, needy gasps. It didn’t add up. Unless.

Threatening, wicked old grin tried to creep over my lips, but I ruthlessly suppressed it, with only the blackest strip of a smirk showing through. My cock throbbed, cumbersome and desperate, the idea of what I was going to do hardening me, as it did.

I leaned forward, the lips of my mouth against the shell of the ear of Kerry, my breath hot and conscious. ” Aunt Kerry,” I moaned, as my voice rose with a deep velvety rumble that shook her. ”My seed... heals but...”

Their words hung between us heavy and thick, as the smell of their arousal in the air. I left them to dwindle in it, run wild with the possibilities--with the power that I was making available.

After that, unexpectedly, my fingers slipped into Ada into the pussy.

Her body jerked against my touch, and with a broken moan, she gasped. ”D-Dexter—!”

”But it must be placed in a direct way...” I gushed, my voice growing lower to a growl as I hooked my fingers within her, and could feel her walls tightening around me. To the places where there is sickness.

My eyes fixed on theirs, black and starving, jealous. My other hand reached Kerry, and my thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, though the breath caught in Kerry. ”And right now...”

I protruded the words, I tightened the strand of tension between us as the snake was about to attack.

”Your pussies...” My fingers played with the damp lines of Kerry, and she whimpered, her hips straining up out of the ground in an unspoken prayer.

”Your nipples...” My free hand grabbed Ada by the breast, and my fingers just caught at her nipple hard enough to make her shout, her body shilling.

”Your assholes...” I grumbled, my voice was an obscene vow, my cock was aching with a desire to plunge in them both. To be cured, they all require my seed.

Ada looked at Kerry--moved, agitated, and with that need that is so crude it almost hurts. The lips of Ada parted, her breath shot in sharp, interrupted gasps, as my fingers rubbed her against which her hips tumbled, my hand, as she could not help.

Kerry tore her fingers into the stone underneath her, and her nails scratching the rocky surface, her body shot off the ground, her pussy crying me. The wet, shiny excitement of her thighs was evidence of the want of me--of both of you. The smell of their want filled the air, intoxicating and heavy, and it just caused the cock to throb the more, craving to possess both in one.

”Dexter...” It was a shaky whisper, engulfed in lust and fear, in the crude, uncontrollable desire to believe me, to yield, Ada said. Her eyes darted between me and Kerry, and her breath came in sharp, uneasy gulps. ”Is it alright... You can go and waste your seed like that? It’s... Your seed can cure us, it is unbelievable... ”

I didn’t let her finish.

My fingers had penetrated deep in the cunt of Kerry, and curled against her internal walls, and discovered that sweet, delicate corner which caused her whole body to shake.

A shrill scream ripped her lips apart, and her back rose to my touch, which was inexorable, jealous. I will, I grumbled, a dark, dirty vow which made them both shudder.

I withdrew my fingers with a wet obscene squeeze, the sound reverberating in the tension-filled silence. Their eyes had been riveted on me, and they stared as I put my fingers to my lips and licked the arousal of Kerry with my tongue in a slow, deliberate swipe.

The flavor of her, sweet, musky, addictive, was a jolt of pleasure that shot directly to my cock, causing pre-cum to drip out of the tip as I tasted her.

”Don’t worry, Aunt Ada... Aunt Kerry...” I spoke with the smooth, reassuring rumble of a voice, but my eyes were glaring with something very darker-- something hungry.

The circles I made on the thigh of Kerry with my fingers were slow, possessive, and I felt the strain of the muscles within my fingers. ”It won’t affect me. I can release my seed as many times as I like.”

My lip twitched in a smirk, and I lay back, letting the words sink in, and I pressed my thumb a little harder against her skin. ”Due to the herbs that were fed to me by my grandfather, to make my cock stronger.”

There was a glance, an exchange between Ada and Kerry, in which their faces were jumbled up extravagantly with awe and fear, and something still more--a kind of devotion nearly. They glanced back at me, and I knew that they believed me, and it showed on their faces.

Or at least, they wanted to. And why wouldn’t they? My cock was like-fatter, stiffer, tiresome as an iron rib. It was fitting perfectly with the lies I have been telling them, and they were gulping it down.

The breath of Kerry was hitching, and her fingers were still holding the rock under her, like the only support that she had. ”That... explains...” she said, and her voice shook with the recognition of it.

”Why every time your cock gets hard, I have to ask you why it gets hard, and why it goes off, not like the rest of them? ”Her eyes averted down at my knees, and then reverted up to my eyes. ”Your grandfather must have fed those herbs to you, in order that you should be a great healer,...”

I chuckled low in my throat. Had she just known the truth, that my grandfather had never given me so many herbs to eat, that my strength was nothing but a gift of my own damn lust. But Kerry believed it. Really believed it. And had Kerry thought so, Ada would have thought so too.