Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 162: Vera’s Asshole Therapy

Ruth’s eyes flicked down—right to my cock, still hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Her voice dropped to a soft, almost hungry whisper, her lips curling into a teasing smile.

But before she could ask anything, I snatched the leaf skirt from her hand and quickly wrapped it around my waist. Vera did the same, her fingers trembling as she covered herself, her face still flushed with shame and lingering pleasure.

Ruth’s eyes widened as she looked at Vera, her voice filled with surprise. ”Aunt Vera... your waist—it’s been healed?”

Vera glanced at me, her mind flashing back to how it really happened—how my cock had filled her, stretched her, aligned her body in ways she never expected. Her voice was soft, hesitant. ”It was Dexter... he helped me adjust my bones...”

I cut her off before she could say more, my voice smooth but firm. ”I think it’s best not to put pressure on your waist just yet.” I stepped closer, my tone laced with false concern. ”It hasn’t been completely healed... remember, it might be temporary. It was just... an accident that your waist got adjusted like this.”

Vera’s eyes flickered with confusion, but she didn’t argue. She knew the truth—knew exactly how her body had been ”fixed.” But she stayed silent, her cheeks still burning.

Without another word, I scooped Vera up into my arms, cradling her like a princess. My voice was gentle, but my grip was possessive. ”I’ll take her back.”

Ruth watched us, her eyes still lingering on the way Vera’s body pressed against mine, her lips parted slightly—like she was already imagining what came next. But I didn’t give her time to protest.

I carried Vera away, her body warm and pliant against mine, her breath still unsteady from the filthy pleasure we’d shared. Her tits mashed against my chest, her cleavage so deep and inviting that my cock twitched painfully beneath the leaf skirt, aching with dark, forbidden need. Every step I took, her body shifted slightly, her nipples brushing against me, her breath hitching in response.

Ruth followed close behind, her gaze lingering on us, her lips parted as if she could still taste the tension in the air.

As we reached Vera’s hut, we found Kerry and Ada standing outside, their arms laden with bundles of herbs. Their voices were bright, almost cheerful. ”We didn’t know which herb you would need, so we brought everything from Hina’s place...” Kerry said, stepping forward to place the bundles inside the hut. Ada followed, her eyes flicking curiously between Vera and me.

I nodded, my voice steady despite the filthy thoughts racing through my mind. ”Thank you.”

Once Kerry and Ada had set the herbs inside, I gently placed Vera on the stone bed, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of pleasure. She looked up at me, her face flushed, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something—but she stayed silent.

I turned to Kerry, Ada, and Ruth, my voice firm. ”Stay outside. I need to prepare the herbs and apply them to Vera’s waist.” My gaze lingered on Ruth for a moment, a silent promise in my eyes. ”I’ll call you if I need anything.”

Kerry and Ada exchanged a glance but didn’t protest. Ruth, however, hesitated for just a second, her eyes flicking to Vera and then back to me, before she finally stepped outside with the others.

The moment the door closed, the air in the hut grew thick with tension, heavy with the scent of herbs and something far more intoxicating—her. Vera’s breath hitched as I turned to face her, her body still trembling slightly from the filthy pleasure we’d shared. My cock throbbed painfully beneath the leaf skirt, my mind racing with dark, depraved intentions.

Vera’s voice was soft, almost hesitant. ”Dexter... I can feel it. My waist isn’t hurting anymore. You don’t have to worry about me...”

I stepped closer, my voice smooth but firm, my gaze raking over her body. ”No. We don’t know that for sure.” My fingers brushed against the herbs, but my focus was entirely on her.

”I need to check carefully... so the pain won’t strike again.” I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a dark murmur. ”What if I’m not here next time? We can’t be careless, Aunt Vera.”

Vera nodded slightly, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at me, her voice barely above a whisper. ”Thank you, Dexter... for worrying about me...”

I didn’t answer with words.

Instead, I moved even closer, my voice rough with false concern—but my eyes betrayed the filthy hunger burning inside me. ”Take off your skirt,” I said, my gaze locked onto hers.

”And the leaves covering your nipples.” My fingers hovered near her body, my touch teasing, possessive. ”They’ll just be in the way. Lie on your stomach so I can check properly.”

Vera’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached for the leaf skirt, her movements shy but obedient. The skirt slipped away, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely exposed—her ass bare, her pussy glistening with lingering arousal, her nipples hard and flushed from the cool air.

She hesitated for only a second before removing the leaves covering her tits, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she revealed herself to me. Then, slowly, she turned and lay on her stomach on the stone bed, her ass slightly raised, her body trembling with anticipation—and shame.

I didn’t look away.

Not for a second.

My gaze raked over her—her smooth back, the curve of her ass, the way her thighs pressed together just slightly, as if she was trying to hide the wetness between them. My cock throbbed painfully, my mind filling with dark, filthy thoughts of what I was about to do to her.

And Vera knew it.

She could feel my gaze burning into her skin, could sense the dark hunger in the air. Her breath hitched as I stepped even closer, my fingers brushing against her waist—but my touch was far from innocent.

”Now, Aunt Vera...” I murmured, my voice a dark, filthy growl. ”Let’s make sure you’re fully healed.”

My gaze locked onto Vera’s asscheeks—fluffy, soft, begging to be mashed between my hands. I stepped closer to the stone bed, my fingers pressing into her waist, testing the tension in her muscles.

She let out soft, breathless moans as I touched her, her body arching slightly under my hands, her skin warm and yielding.