Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 545: Angela Vs Diana

The world around them instantly slammed into perfect stillness.

Everything froze.

The gentle night breeze that had been rustling the leaves simply vanished. A single golden leaf that had been drifting down from a nearby tree hung suspended in mid-air, completely motionless, as if time itself had forgotten it existed.

Tiny specks of dust and pollen that had been floating lazily in the moonlight froze like glittering stars caught in amber. Even the distant valley lights below stopped their faint twinkling — every shimmer locked in place. The entire universe seemed to hold its breath.

Diana’s eyes flew open in pure wonder. She lifted her head from my chest and looked around slowly, her lips parting in awe.

”Dexter...?” she whispered, her voice the only normal, living sound in this frozen world.

She tried to sit up a little, and to her amazement, she could move freely — as long as some part of her body stayed in contact with mine.

The moment her hand left my chest, the world around her started to feel heavier and slower, but the instant her fingers brushed my arm again, everything returned to normal speed for her.

”Oh my god...” she breathed, eyes wide with childlike fascination. She reached out and gently touched the frozen leaf hanging right in front of them.

It didn’t move — it simply stayed exactly where it was, perfectly still. She traced a finger through a cluster of suspended dust particles, watching them sparkle like tiny diamonds around her hand without drifting even a millimeter.

”This... this is incredible,” she whispered, turning back to me with sparkling, tear-filled eyes. ”Everything is paused... but I can still move because I’m touching you. The whole world is frozen... just for us.”

I chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose with my finger, making her wrinkle it in adorable annoyance.

”You have so much more to see...” I whispered with a playful grin.

With that, I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and suddenly broke into a full sprint. The world blurred around us as I activated my power, creating a swirling time portal directly in front of us — a shimmering oval of golden light that opened straight back to the exact moment I had last left the Stone Age.

I grabbed Diana’s hand tightly and pulled her through with me.

We stepped out into the warm, familiar air of the Stone Age fortress. The sun was high, the sky a brilliant blue, and the massive stone walls rose proudly around us.

I took Diana for a long, leisurely walk around the fortress, showing her everything. She looked around with wide, fascinated eyes as I explained how only women lived inside the inner walls now — my loyal female soldiers, servants, and companions — while all the men had been moved to the outer barracks and training grounds.

I led her up the tall central tower so she could observe the full scale of the fortress from above. From the high vantage point, she could clearly see the female soldiers patrolling the inner perimeter in perfect formation, their armor gleaming under the sun.

The moment the soldiers spotted me, they stopped, saluted sharply, and greeted me with respectful bows.

”Welcome back, Lord Dexter!” they called in unison.

Diana watched everything in silence for a long moment, then murmured, ”You really are living here like a king...” Her voice held a mix of awe and something almost jealous. ”Where is that woman... Angela? I want to meet her.”

She turned to me, hesitated for a second, then added softly, ”Don’t worry... I don’t want to fight her for you. Because I know you’re mine. I just want to see how capable that woman is... helping you run all of this.”

I nodded and took her hand, leading her across the courtyard toward the main building — the very same luxurious chamber where I had last been with Angela.

It had only been a few hours here since I had returned with Helena. Veronica and Mary were inside the main hall, working diligently on the modern computers I had brought.

The moment they saw me walk in with Diana at my side, both girls blushed deeply, clearly remembering the last time I had been here with their mother. They were surprised too — they hadn’t seen me leave the room earlier, yet here I was coming in from outside. Knowing my special abilities, they didn’t question it.

”Where is your mom?” I asked.

Both girls glanced at Diana nervously before answering with flushed cheeks, ”She is in that room...”

Their eyes kept darting to Diana, curiosity and a hint of nervousness in their gazes.

I nodded and took Diana inside the private chamber.

Angela was standing in front of a large mirror, freshly out of the shower, her body still glistening with droplets of water. She wore nothing but an extremely delicate black lace bra and matching panties that were almost completely see-through now that they were damp.

The intricate black lace clung obscenely to her full, heavy breasts, the thin fabric molded tightly around her swollen nipples, which were clearly visible and stiff from the cool air.

Water droplets slowly rolled down the deep valley between her tits, tracing shiny wet paths over her smooth skin before disappearing into the lace.

Her panties were even more sinful — the sheer black material was soaked and stuck to her like a second skin, perfectly outlining the shape of her smooth, puffy pussy lips and the little landing strip of hair above it. The fabric had ridden up slightly between her ass cheeks, giving a teasing view of her plump, round ass.

Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back in dark, dripping strands, with rivulets of water running down her spine and over the curve of her hips. She looked incredibly erotic and seductive, every inch of her body radiating raw sex appeal.

She saw my reflection in the mirror and turned around slowly with a bright, welcoming smile.

”Where did you go—”

Her words died instantly the moment she noticed Diana standing right beside me. Angela’s eyes widened, her full lips parting in surprise as she took in the beautiful, powerful woman at my side.

Still almost naked and dripping, she walked over without hesitation and hugged me tightly, pressing her warm, wet, barely clothed body against mine. Her heavy breasts squished softly against my chest, the damp lace rubbing against me, while her hips pressed forward so that the front of her soaked panties brushed against my thigh.

Then she pulled back just enough to look at Diana again, one arm still possessively wrapped around my waist.

”Who... who is she?” Angela asked, her voice calm but clearly guarded, her wet body still on full erotic display.