Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 81: Envy Burns Hotter Than the Fire

Kina was the first to break the silence, her voice hesitant. ”Dexter...” she started, her fingers figeting together. ”Could you teach this to Tusk? So that...”

The moment her lips parted, I cut her off. Not with words, with the weight of my presence alone, the kind of silence that made the air thicken like syrup.

My voice didn’t just speak; it commanded, sharp enough to draw blood. ”No.” One syllable, and it was final. No room for her to even think about arguing.

My gaze moved to Kina, and something evil, something unexpected, a feeling in my chest. Oh, sister. My mind filled with the image before I could stop imy mind, Kina beneath me, trembling, her thighs slick with need, her breath coming in ragged little gasps as I ruined her. You think I’d let another man touch you like that?

Only I can do that... no one else...

”It’s not that I don’t want to teach it. But it’s risky.”

I let the words sink in, my gaze flicking between her and Hina. ”Being a healer, I am the only one who understands the exact spot where to touch a woman to make her feel great. If the wrong pressure is applied, it can be harmful.”

Hina sighed slowly; her breath was unsteady, like she was struggling to keep whatever it was under control. Her reaction seemed to go from disappointment or maybe something darker, something more intense, to the final one - resignation.

”It’s... a pity...” She seemed to speak from her throat, her tone being thick with regret, the one that tends to stick around like the smell of the hunt after a long day.

Hina’s eyes moved toward Ruth, the darkness within them seemed to soften, but it was not with warmth - with jealousy. The one that made her clean her lips together just a bit too hard, like she was tasting something that was not hers.

”If so...” She stopped for a moment, her voice becoming something heavier and more indistinct, which could be compared to smoke that surrounds the words. ”There is Nothing we can do about it.”

One more moment. Another look - this time lingering on me, her lips parted slightly enough for a slow, hot breath to escape. Shit. Her eyes, the way they looked over me as if to touch - what would it be like to be Ruth? To have me behold her so? To have my cock inside her like that?

And just like that, my cock twitched, thickening against the coarse fabric of my skirt. Fuck. The way her glance went down for that one second and then shot back up again - she knew. She could feel it. It was suffocating.

Then, out of nowhere, Hina’s voice broke through the heaviness. It was still sharp, but there was a new emotion in it - excitement. ”Dexter... just come to my place to get the herbs.” Her pace was quick, very breathy, almost as if she was trying not to show how much she wanted this. ”Let’s go. Ruth’s pussy isn’t alright... and you won’t be able to calm down without it. So, first of all, you have to help her.”

Oh, I’ll heal her, alright. The thought sent another pulse of heat straight to my groin. But it wasn’t just Ruth I was thinking about now. Not with the way Hina’s fingers twitched at her sides, like she was already imagining what came next. Not with the way her voice had gone all soft and needy when she said ”come.”

I nodded, my gaze locking onto hers for just a second too long. ”Ruth...” I turned to her, my voice rough. ”You go home first. I’ll come back after getting the herbs.”

Kina stepped in, her usual teasing tone replaced with something almost protective. ”Don’t worry, Dexter. I’ll take care of her.” Her eyes flicked between me and Hina, and for once, there was no smirk—just a knowing look.

I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I reached for the leaf skirt, tying it around my waist with deliberate slowness.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hina doing the same—adjusting the leaves over her breasts, her nipples already pebbled beneath them, the fabric barely hiding the way they tightened under my gaze. Fucking tease.

Then, just as I was about to turn, Kerry’s voice brushed against my ear, so quiet only I could hear. ”Dexter...” Her breath was warm, her lips almost touching my skin. ”Make sure you don’t tell anyone about... releasing your seed inside me and Sister Ada.”

A growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it. Like I’d ever let that slip. But I didn’t say it out loud. Instead, I just nodded, my voice a low rasp. ”Don’t worry, Aunt Kerry. I’ll make sure nobody knows about it.”

Then I followed Hina.

And fuck—the way she moved ahead of me wasn’t just walking. It was a torture to just watch how her hips moved with every step, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly how my eyes were locked onto the sway of them, the way the animal skin of her skirt teased against her thighs.

No.

This was about her.

Hina ushered me into her hut, and when I first entered it, I stopped my breath. Outwardly, it was like any other hut, shaggy and meek, and fitting in with the improvised village of the tribe. But I found it to be true as soon as I crossed the door: it was far more than just a hut.

It was a cave.

A buggering cave, so cunningly covered with the appearance of woven branches and leaves, carved right into the mountain behind the appearance.

My gaze was showing along the entrance, how the natural rock made the walls, how the ceiling was arched well over our heads. Brilliant. It is understandable that she had made this place hers. No wonder she had brought me here.

The interior was opened up, and it was very roomy, almost a luxurious interior among the stuffy huts of the tribe. I looked upon the heaps of the scattered fruits, which were heaped in one corner, with their sweet odour blending with the musky stench of the cave. The bed, however, was what drew my attention.

A slab of stone, which was flat and smooth, and overlaid with animal skins--soft, thick, welcoming. Not just for sleep. No, this was the sort of arrangement that caused a man to think how that could be used.

The type of bed you would lay a woman in, the furs would dampen her screams, and the cold rock underneath would be a contrast to the warmth of her flesh.

Real luxury.

And Hina? She was looking at me and stealing it all in, her dark eyes flickering with something that was more than pride.