Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 466: Daughter’s Desperate Bargain

Hailey’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands shaking violently as she stared at the bloodied corpse still twitching on the forest floor. Her eyes darted from the lifeless body to the armed women surrounding us, then finally to me—still standing there, unfazed, amused, untouchable.

"H-How...?" she stammered, her voice cracking. "How is this even possible?!" Her knees nearly buckled, but she forced herself to stay upright, her fingers digging into her own arms as if trying to ground herself in reality.

Nicole stood frozen, her face pale, her lips parted in shock. She turned to her mother, her voice trembling with betrayal and disbelief:

"Mom..." she whispered, her eyes wide. "You knew about this?!"

Mira didn’t even bother hiding her smirk. She leaned into me, her body warm against mine, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. Her voice was a purr, smooth and satisfied:

"Oh, sweetheart..." she murmured, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Did you really think your stepdad was just some ordinary man?" She tilted her head, her smile widening. "Did you think we were helpless?"

Nicole’s jaw dropped. She stared at her mother, then at me, then at the armed women standing like silent sentinels around us. "Mom... you knew?!" Her voice rose, tinged with hurt. "All this time?!"

Mira nodded, her expression unapologetic. "He’s more than you can imagine, Nicole." Her tone was reverent, almost worshipful. "Powerful. Magical." She glanced up at me, her eyes soft, before turning back to her daughter. "And ours."

Angela let out a low, mocking laugh, her voice dripping with venomous amusement as she sauntered forward, her hips swaying. She scanned the survivors, her gaze lingering on Jack, Bill, and the others—their faces pale, their hands still raised in surrender.

"What’s wrong, boys?" she taunted, her smile sharp as a knife. "Cat got your tongues?" She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. "Or are you finally realizing just how fucked you are?"

Jack’s face twisted, his pride warring with fear. "You can’t just—"

"Oh, but we can," Angela cut in, her voice sweet, deadly. "And we did." She gestured to the corpse, then to the soldiers. "Did you really think you could come here, threaten us, and walk away?"

Bill swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "We—we didn’t know—"

"Of course you didn’t," Angela scoffed. "Because you’re stupid." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But now you do." Her smile turned feral. "And it’s too late."

The survivors fell silent, their breaths shallow, their eyes darting between the soldiers, the corpse, and me. Some trembled. Others stared at the ground, defeated. A few glanced at each other, searching for an escape that didn’t exist.

Then—

My gaze locked onto one face in the crowd.

Kai.

The self-proclaimed hero. The one who’d played the savior, who’d postured and preened like he was some kind of knight. I chuckled, shaking my head. Pathetic.

But before I could dwell on him—

Hailey’s voice cut through the tension, desperate, pleading.

"My—my dad..." she choked out, her tears spilling over, her hands clutching at her chest as she could physically hold onto hope. She stepped forward, her body shaking, her eyes locked onto mine. "Please..." she begged, her voice breaking. "He’ll die... his infection—it’s bad..." She dropped to her knees, her palms pressing into the dirt. "I beg you... please..."

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I let her grovel. Let her feel the weight of her desperation.

Nicole moved beside her, her hand on Hailey’s shoulder, her voice soft but firm. "Please..." she murmured, looking up at me. "Hailey’s my friend..."

I exhaled, then nodded. "Don’t worry," I said, my voice calm, almost bored. I turned to Hailey, my gaze locking onto hers. "I’ll help you." My tone hardened. "But from now on... You listen to me. No questions. No defiance. Okay?"

Hailey nodded frantically, her relief crashing over her like a wave. "Y-Yes..." she stammered. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

Megan stood off to the side, her face a mask of devastation. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She stared at Hailey, then at me, then at the bloodstained ground. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her entire world had just shattered.

I didn’t spare her a glance.

Instead, I turned and walked back into the cave, the weight of the night lifting off my shoulders. The adrenaline was fading, leaving exhaustion in its wake.

"Ugh..." I groaned, collapsing onto the bed, my muscles aching. "It’s so tiring..." I muttered, rubbing my temples.

Nicole was at my side in an instant, her small hands pressing into my arms, then my legs, her touch firm, devoted. "Let me help..." she murmured, her voice soft. "You’ve been holding everything together..."

I closed my eyes, letting her work the tension from my body. The silence of the cave was a balm after the chaos outside.

Then, without opening my eyes, I said:

"So." My voice was low, amused. "Tell me what you want, Nicole," I smirked. "I’ve already saved Jack and Bill... for you and Mira’s sake."

Nicole paused, her fingers still kneading the knots in my shoulders. Then, her voice teasing, almost bold:

"Are you really a devil, then?" she asked, her tone light, but her eyes searching my face.

I opened one eye, grinning. "What? Not scared of me anymore?"

She pouted, then glanced at Angela, who was leaning against the cave wall, watching us with amusement.

"Aunt Angela..." Nicole whined, her voice playfully dramatic. "Your husband is bullying me..."

Angela burst out laughing, the sound rich and warm, filling the cave. Mira chuckled, shaking her head, while Camilla stirred in the corner, her body still marked with the night’s violence.

I sat up, my gaze finding her. She was curled into herself, her shoulders trembling, her dark eyes haunted. The sight of her like that—broken, vulnerable—twisted something in me.

I beckoned her over.

She hesitated, her breath hitching, then crawled toward me, her movements slow, uncertain. The moment she was close enough, I pulled her into my arms, my grip tight, possessive.

"Don’t worry..." I murmured, my voice low, soothing. I pressed my lips to her forehead, my hand stroking her hair. "From now on... forget about the past." My tone was firm, final. "I’ll take care of you."

Camilla melted against me, her arms wrapping around my waist, her body shaking with relief. She buried her face in my chest, her breath hitching.

"Thank you..." she whispered, her voice muffled.

I held her tighter, my other hand reaching for Nicole, pulling her against my side. She didn’t resist, her small frame pressing into me, her head resting on my shoulder.

Outside, the survivors were still reeling—some in shock, some in terror, some in silent, defeated acceptance.

But in here?

There was only peace.

Only control.

Only me.