Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 355: Do You Want Me Suck Out The Poison?

Mira’s face burned crimson, her cheeks flushing with shame. She hated me for staring, for seeing her like this—but my words cut deeper. The insults about her body, the implication that she was unwanted, made her stomach twist. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the way her body ached despite her rage.

"Did it bite you... there?" I asked, my voice dropping into a taunting purr as my eyes locked onto the space between her legs. My cock throbbed painfully against my stomach, pre-cum leaking steadily down my cock, but I kept my tone mocking, cruel. "Right on that filthy little clit?"

Mira’s blush deepened, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. But as she snapped her eyes up to meet mine, they flickered—just for a second—down to the thick, throbbing length of my cock. "P-Pervert!" she stammered, her voice trembling. "S-Stop looking!"

I gasped in exaggerated shock, my hand flying to my chest. "It bit you there?!" I let my gaze drop again, lingering on the way her thighs pressed together, as if that could hide the truth. "Oh no, no, no—what if it’s poisonous?" I shook my head, my voice dripping with false worry.

"You might need someone to... suck the venom out." The words sent a jolt of dark desire through me, my mouth watering at the thought of burying my face between her legs, tasting her, owning her. But I forced a look of disgust onto my face, curling my lip.

"Ugh. No. I’d rather die than put my mouth on something so disgusting." I scoffed, my eyes raking over her again. "God, Mira, you’re dripping. Do you ever clean yourself down there? Or do you just let it all fester?"

Mira’s entire body tensed, her hands clenching into fists. "Motherf—!" she snarled, her voice shaking with rage. "It’s not poisonous, you sick fuck!" Her chest heaved, her breath coming in sharp, panicked bursts. "And—and who asked you to suck anything?! I’d die before I let you touch me!"

I smirked, my eyes dark with amusement. "Oh, come on, Mira. Don’t be like that." I took a slow step closer, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous purr.

"You know you want it. Look at you—you’re soaking. That poor little clit is throbbing, isn’t it?" I let my gaze drop again, lingering on the way her fingers twitched, as if she wanted to cover herself but couldn’t bring herself to move. "Bet you’re aching for someone to touch you. To lick you. To fuck you until you scream."

Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling. "S-Shut up!" she spat, but her voice lacked conviction, her eyes darting away from mine.

I chuckled darkly, my voice dripping with cruel amusement. "What’s wrong, Mira?" I took another step closer, my cock twitching as I watched her squirm, her body trembling with a mix of fury and something far more dangerous.

"Too ashamed to admit it?" My gaze dragged over her, slow and deliberate, lingering on the way her nipples tightened under my stare, the way her thighs pressed together as if she could hide the slick, swollen proof of her arousal.

"Or are you just disgusted with yourself?" I let my lip curl in mock pity. "Because I am." My eyes raked over her again, lingering on the dark, damp curls between her thighs, the way her pussy lips glistened in the firelight. "Look at you. Pathetic."

Mira’s eyes burned with fury, but beneath the rage, something else flickered—something raw, something hungry. "F-Fuck you!" she hissed, but her voice was weak, her body trembling.

She stepped back, her gaze darting to the pile of clothes she’d thrown on the ground earlier. Her fingers twitched, as if she were about to snatch them up and cover herself.

"Don’t wear them." My voice was a low command, laced with amusement.

Mira froze, her breath hitching. "Bastard," she snarled, her voice shaking. "Am I supposed to just stand here and let you defile me?!" Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

I smirked, my tone dripping with false concern. "Go ahead. Wear them." I nodded toward her discarded clothes, my eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

"But don’t forget—you threw them on the ground. Who knows how many ants might be clinging to them now?" I let the words sink in, watching as her face paled.

"I’d hate for you to put them on and end up with more bites..." My voice dropped into a taunting purr. "Especially in delicate places."

Mira’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in horror. She glanced at her clothes, then back at me, her expression a mix of fury and panic. "Y-You’re lying!" she stammered, but her voice lacked conviction.

She knew I was right. The firelight flickered over the fabric, and for a second, she imagined it—tiny ants crawling over her skin, biting her again, there.

I shrugged, my tone casual, as if I hadn’t just trapped her. "Maybe. Maybe not." I took another step closer, my cock throbbing as I watched her struggle. "But do you really want to risk it?" My gaze dropped to her pussy again, my voice darkening.

"Imagine it, Mira. Another bite... right on that sensitive little clit. Would you moan again?" I let my lips curl into a smirk.

Mira’s face burned crimson, her body trembling as if caught between fury and something far more dangerous. "I—I hate you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting away from mine like a cornered animal.

She swallowed hard, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides before she forced herself to straighten, her chin lifting in a futile attempt at defiance. "Fine," she spat, her voice shaking. "But we both turn around. Now."

I raised an eyebrow, my smirk deepening as I let my gaze drop deliberately to my throbbing cock. "What?" I drawled, my voice dripping with amusement. "I thought you liked what you saw."

Mira’s breath hitched, her face flooding with panic and humiliation. "W-Who would like that filthy thing?!" she stammered, her blush deepening as she averted her eyes. "J-Just cut it off!"

I let out a low, mocking laugh, my hand idly wrapping around my cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. "Hmph. Why do I smell something sour?" I tilted my head, my voice taunting. "Don’t tell me you’re jealous?" My smirk turned cruel.

"Big cock like this must be intimidating for someone used to a tiny little man, huh?" I let my words sink in, watching as her face twisted. "Bet your husband can’t even go deeper than three inches, can he?"

Mira’s entire body tensed, her breath coming in sharp, panicked bursts. "H-How do you know?!" The words burst out of her before she could stop them, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what she’d just admitted.

I threw my head back and laughed, the sound rich and cruel, echoing through the night. "Oh, Mira," I purred, my voice dripping with triumph. "You just confirmed it." I took a step closer, my cock twitching as I watched her squirm. "Three inches? Pathetic." My gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate. "No wonder you’re aching for something real."