Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 140: The Hiss in the Dark

The pain in my cock was tormenting and would not stop; it was a pulsation each time my heart throbbed, the heat of it burning against my thigh.

Looking at the comatose females near me-Puffing of Ravina’s chest with every intake of air, Sabina showing just enough of her inner thighs to arouse me, and Helen, mumbling to herself in her sleep, with her mouth slightly opened. Their smell-musky, sweet, and delicate, was invading the room and torturing me.

I could sneak out. Go meet Ruth and Ada. I could bury my cock in my mother and daughter until my cock was spent, until the pressure in my balls eased. The thought made my cock jerk, pre-cum beading at the tip.

But then—

The silvery nightlight partially covering Sabina’s pretty face, giving her features a warm and soft look, and a very intimate. Tender. And Ravina, with her arm resting on her chest, her breath regular, calm.

What if something happens to them while I’m gone?

I was holding the dilemma in my stomach. The conflict between lust and duty. The fight between wanting and protecting.

Once I imagined protecting them, I looked at the world map to check if there were people nearby us.

This was the time I opened the map, turning on the holographic projection. My 3D figure was shown right in the middle, with the red dots representing my tribe-quiet, sleeping-around me. But as I went farther away from the place-

Two red dots.

Deep in the forest above the cliff. Directly behind me.

One of them twitched.

Moved away from the other red dots, and it was moving.

My body tensed, every instinct sharpening. I turned, my eyes narrowing into the darkness. Nothing but shadows, the rustle of leaves, the distant cry of a night bird.

I became vigilant.

I took out the Magical tool, and wore it as a ring, and stepped into the forest, my footsteps silent, my body coiled like a stalking beast.

The forest was a living thing, breathing around me. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting foliage, the ground soft beneath my feet. No moonlight here—just blackness, broken only by the faint pulse of my tool.

I was about to use Magical Tool to transform it into a night vision sunglasses—

But then I suddenly noticed...

A light.

Not fire.

But torch.

Modern. Bright. Unnatural.

The red dot on the map pulsed— in the same direction as that light, and it has stopped moving. Now the distance between those 2 red dots were about 50 meters.

My heart was pounding so hard in my throat that I could feel it.

My skin rubbed against the rough bark of a tree, the smell of wet earth and something floral—her—trickling into my nose. I was stunned as I looked through the openings in the leaves, my breath got caught in my throat.

A woman. Mother of god. She was kneeling on the ground of the forest, her figure covered with something hilariously rich—a silk nightie, of such a smoothness that it hugged every contour of her body, so thin that I could almost see the shade of her skin underneath it.

The light from her torch was weak and it was moving with the shadows that followed her thighs when these mingled with the night air as she took them apart just a little bit.

Out of the blue, I was treated to a sound that made me want to rip her clothes off and throw her on the ground.

A hiss, slow and careful and like steam escaping from a valve but wet and denser. Sssshhhhh.

The sound came from her pussy as she leaned her head back and used her free hand to support herself on the ground next to the open water bottle that was definitely not on purpose but to drink from, at least not yet.

Again the sound was repeated, longer this time, ssssssshhhhhh, her piss hitting the dirt with the stream catching the torch light just for a moment before becoming one with the shadows.

My cock throbbed painfully hard now in my skirt, straining against it and I tried to bite down on my lower lip as hard as I could to keep from making any noise.

From what the hell earth did she stumble out? My brain was thinking too fast but my body was not interested in any of it. All I was able to fantasize was how the nightie cling to her thighs, how her little back curve as she let go, and how her fingers quiver when she unscrews the cap of the water bottle.

She was not from this time. No way. That fabric, the way she moved—she had to be from the fortress.

She poured water over her pussy to clean it, and yet it seemed as if the liquid was being extracted from her body and that it was catching the light of the torch in tiny drops.

I couldn’t see her face, couldn’t see her pussy—only the shadow of her ass, the dip of her waist, the way her nightie seemed to be falling off her.

Now, I can imagine it. What she would look like as if she was completely spread, wet and shining, and what her taste would be in case I suddenly squat down and put my face there. My cock was throbbing and it was so hard that I wanted to cum but only a drop of precome went out of my skirt.

After washing her pussy, she stood up, moving abruptly, her actions fluid and full of self-assurance. The torchlight was flickering over her body as she stooped down to pick it up, the nightie going up with her giving me the most modest view of the curve of her ass.

I followed her, my breath heavy, my fingers tearing into my skirt as I put my palm, soaked with the pain of the bulge of my crotch, against it, desperately wanting a little relief.

The pressure was terrible, my pulse racing in my throat as I saw her moving through the night. Looking at the world map, the second red dot glowing like a beacon—her destination. The place she’d come from. The place she was returning to.

I created a comfortable distance, not making a sound in my movements and all together vibrating with excitement. It felt as though the forest was holding its breath around me, thick with the scents of wet earth and something sweeter than that - her.

Before I knew it, in just two minutes or so, she had halted before a huge tree that took my breath away.

Holy shit. It was a tree house. Not a tree house - this was something real and yet not, a fantasy. It was beautiful, rising high among the branches, and only visible because the battery-operated lanterns around it glowed like fireflies in a jar.

The ambience of the lights parted through the leaves in jazzy patterns on the forest floor below, and I could see that the sun panels embedded within the tree branches were unaffectedly keeping her little world powered.