Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 284: The Watcher in the Walls

The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing Nathalie inside the room—her breath still ragged, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of what we’d done to her. The mansion was quiet, the kind of silence that hummed with unspoken tension.

I turned to find Angela waiting in the dimly lit living room, her silhouette curved against the soft glow of the fireplace. She didn’t waste a second. Stepping closer, she pressed her body against mine, her tits pushing into my chest, her voice a sultry purr. ”Dexter... if you want... I can also...”

I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing over her cheekbone before I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. ”We have plenty of time,” I murmured, my voice low and velvety. ”And you’re special, Angela.” My fingers trailed down her arm, my touch lingering just long enough to make her shiver.

She nodded, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she leaned into me. ”Then let me show you something,” she said, her voice laced with intrigue as she took my hand, leading me through the mansion’s winding halls.

We ended up in a room I hadn’t seen before—walls lined with monitors, each screen flickering with live feeds from every corner of the fortress. Houses, buildings, even the most hidden alcoves—nothing escaped the watchful eyes of these cameras.

The control room was bathed in the eerie glow of the monitors, each screen a window into the hidden, unfiltered lives of the fortress’s inhabitants. My fingers danced over the controls, pulling up Emily’s feed just as Angela pressed closer, her body warm against mine.

The image on the screen sharpened—Emily’s bedroom, dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She was curled under a blanket, her form barely visible, but the sounds filling the room were unmistakable.

A soft, breathy moan slipped from the speakers, low and needy. ”M-Mike... hmm...” Emily’s voice was thick with desire, her fingers already moving beneath the blanket, her breath hitching as she touched herself.

”Aaaaaah... aaaaaah... give it to me...” The blanket shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her hip, her thighs pressing together as her fingers worked faster, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

”F-Fuck... yes... just like that...” Her back arched, her toes curling into the sheets as her pleasure built, her voice breaking into a series of breathless gasps. ”M-Mike... I need you... I need you inside me...”

Angela’s breath hitched beside me, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she watched Emily’s fingers disappear beneath the blanket, her moans filling the room. ”W-Who is she?” Angela stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and fascination.

”She sounds like she’s—” Her words cut off as Emily let out a sharp, needy cry, her body jerking beneath the blanket. ”Oh my...” Angela whispered, her fingers pressing against her lips like she could stifle her own gasp.

I didn’t take my eyes off the screen. ”Mike’s wife,” I murmured, my voice a dark purr. ”The man whose face I wore.”

Emily’s moans grew louder, her voice breaking as her orgasm neared. ”Aaaah—! M-Mike—! I’m c-coming—! Aaaaaah—!” Her body convulsed, her hips bucking off the bed as her release hit her, her fingers buried deep inside herself.

The blanket slipped further, revealing her glistening pussy, her thighs slick with her arousal. ”F-Fuck—! Fuck—! Ahhh—!” Her voice was raw, her body trembling as she rode out the waves of her climax, her juices soaking the sheets beneath her.

Angela’s breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide as she watched Emily collapse back onto the bed, her chest heaving. ”She just—she just—” Angela’s voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers clutching at my arm like she needed something to ground her. ”And she thinks she’s with you?”

I chuckled darkly, my fingers switching the feed to the living room—where Jennifer was sprawled on the sofa, her legs spread wide, her fingers already buried between them. She was moaning loudly, her voice thick with need. ”Aaaaaah... Mike...” Her fingers worked her asshole, her other hand rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

”Give it to your mother-in-law...” She licked her fingers, tasting herself before diving back in, her breath hitching as she teased her own entrance.

”Mmm... fuck... I need you so bad...” Her hips rolled against her hand, her moans growing louder, more desperate. ”Y-Yes... just like that...” Her fingers moved faster, her voice breaking into a series of breathless gasps. ”I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum all over this sofa...”

Angela’s face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn’t look away. ”Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling as Jennifer’s fingers worked her asshole, her other hand rubbing her clit with frantic movements.

”She’s—she’s touching herself there—” Angela’s fingers pressed against her lips again, her eyes wide as Jennifer’s moans filled the room.

Jennifer’s back arched, her body trembling as her orgasm built. ”Aaaaaah—! M-Mike—! Fuck—! I’m coming—!” Her voice shattered into a desperate cry as her release hit her, her pussy squirting in thick, shameful arcs across the sofa.

”F-Fuck—! Fuck—! Ahhh—!” Her body convulsed, her juices spraying across the cushions, her fingers still buried inside herself as she rode out the waves of her climax.

Angela’s breath came in ragged gasps, her face flushed with a mix of shock and fascination. ”She—she squirts—” Her voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers clutching at my arm. ”And she’s—she’s calling for you—”

I leaned back, my arms crossing over my chest as I watched Jennifer collapse onto the sofa, her body glistening with sweat, her release pooling beneath her. ”And they don’t even know,” I murmured, my voice a dark, velvety growl. ”Just how deep this rabbit hole goes.”

Angela’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking between the monitors, her voice a mix of awe and embarrassment. ”You—you replaced him...” She swallowed hard, her fingers pressing against her lips again. ”And now they’re all—they’re all—”

”Mine,” I finished for her, my voice a dark promise. My fingers trailed down her arm, my touch lingering just long enough to make her shiver. ”Just like you, Angela.”

She let out a soft, breathy laugh, her embarrassment melting into excitement. ”You’re impossible,” she murmured, her voice thick with admiration. ”Like a god... or the Devil himself.”

I smirked, my gaze lingering on the monitors. ”And you,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear, ”are my little demoness.”

Angela puffed out her chest, making her tits bounce slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. ”I am not little,” she teased, her voice laced with mock offense.

I let my gaze drop, my voice a dark purr. ”No...” I agreed, my fingers trailing down her body, ”really big.” My hand cupped her breast, giving it a firm squeeze, my thumb brushing over her nipple. ”Just the way I like it.”