Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 364: Mira’s Bold Move

Megan tilted her hips forward slightly—ass cheeks parting even more—making the stream arc higher, longer, the hiss turning into a deeper, wetter splatter as it hit the growing puddle beneath her. Her round ass flexed again—muscles rippling under soft skin, cheeks bouncing lightly with the effort of holding the squat.

A low, involuntary whimper escaped her throat—barely audible but unmistakable—pleasure mingling with relief as the pressure inside her eased.

The hissing slowed—tapering from a strong jet to a soft, intermittent trickle. A final few drops clung to her puffy lips, sliding slowly down her inner thighs in glistening trails before dripping to the ground. She shivered—full-body—ass cheeks quivering as the last warm trickle ran down her skin.

For a moment, she stayed like that—squatting, exposed, ass thrust out, pussy still dripping, cheeks flushed pink from exertion and embarrassment.

Then she reached back with one hand—fingers brushing her sensitive folds as she wiped herself with a large leaf.

The contact made her gasp softly—hips jerking forward once, ass jiggling again—and another tiny bead of arousal welled up at her entrance, mixing with the remnants of her piss before she wiped it away.

She straightened slowly—round ass bouncing as she rose—then bent to pull up her panties and pants. The lace snapped against her skin with a soft thwack, hugging those plump cheeks like a second skin. She smoothed her hands over her ass—almost unconsciously—cupping the curves, squeezing once as if checking that everything was still in place.

I stayed hidden behind the thick oak, breath shallow and controlled, cock still throbbing painfully hard in my pants—pre-cum soaking through the fabric in sticky warmth, the ache almost unbearable after watching Megan’s round ass clench and release with every pulse of her hissing piss.

Megan glanced around once more—completely unaware that I’d witnessed every intimate, obscene second of her private relief—then tugged her panties and pants back up.

The black lace snapped against the lower curve of her ass with a soft thwack, hugging those full cheeks like it was jealous of the air touching them.

She smoothed her hands over the roundness—cupping, squeezing once as if savoring the feel—then started back toward camp, hips swaying hypnotically, ass jiggling with every step in that tight, teasing rhythm that made my balls tighten even more.

I waited until her footsteps faded completely, then exhaled slowly—cock still rock-hard, pulsing angrily against my zipper. I adjusted myself roughly, biting back a curse, and slipped back toward the clearing—quiet, invisible, mind already racing with plans for later.

As soon as I stepped into view, Mira’s head snapped toward me like a magnet.

Her eyes locked on mine—wide, dark, still shimmering from earlier tears and something hotter, needier.

Without a word, she rose from where she’d been sitting beside Paul, brushing off her hands on her thighs with quick, nervous motions that made her full breasts bounce slightly under her shirt. The others were too busy—Jack talking low with Lisa, the girls huddled together, Bill staring at the ground—to notice right away.

Mira didn’t hesitate.

She reached for my hand—bold, fingers wrapping around mine with surprising strength and a warmth that sent a jolt straight to my groin—and tugged me sideways, pulling me away from the firelight and into the thicker trees at the edge of the clearing.

I let her lead—surprised by the sudden assertiveness, but already grinning inside. This was new. This was very new. Her palm was soft, slightly damp with lingering sweat, and the way her fingers interlaced with mine felt possessive, intimate—like she was claiming me right there in broad daylight.

I glanced back casually—checking the World Map in my mind. Jack’s red dot blinked to life immediately. He’d noticed. He was rising slowly, casually, like he was just stretching his legs... but his path curved after us. He was following—quiet, cautious, suspicious.

Perfect.

I could use this. Sow a little discord. Let him see just enough to twist the knife without giving the game away. Make him burn with jealousy while I teased Mira right under his nose.

Mira pulled me deeper into the forest—far enough that the camp sounds faded to a low murmur, the trees closing around us like a private cocoon. Sunlight dappled through the leaves in golden patches, catching on her flushed cheeks and the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to her collarbone, making her skin glow like it was begging to be touched.

She stopped—turned to face me—and pulled the pistol from her waistband. The same one I’d given her last night. She pressed it into my palm—cool metal against my skin—her fingers lingering on mine, tracing the back of my hand with a feather-light touch that made my cock twitch again.

"Here," she said softly, voice low and trembling slightly, her breath coming in short, uneven puffs. "Take it back. I’ll ask Officer Megan if she has any extra bullets... and I’ll give them to you. You need it more than I do—after what you did today... risking everything for us."

I shook my head gently—slow, deliberate—letting my fingers curl around hers, holding her hand there against the gun.

"It’s okay," I murmured, voice dropping to that low, husky timbre I knew made her shiver.

Behind her—about twenty meters back—Jack had reached a thick tree. He was peeking around it now, face tense, eyes narrowed. He saw me hold her hand. Saw the way our fingers tangled. Saw the flush creeping up her neck.

Mira’s back was to him. She had no idea.

I pretended not to notice—kept my eyes on Mira.

I reached behind my back—making a show of pulling something from my waistband—and produced the second pistol. The one Paul had lost when the lion attacked him. The one I’d quietly picked up and stored in my system inventory. For Mira, it looked like I’d simply had it tucked away all along.

I placed it in her hand—warm metal against her soft palm—and watched her eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting slightly in a soft gasp that made my mind flash back to how those lips had felt against mine earlier.