Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 499: Pregnant Agatha’s Check Up

Helena hesitated for only a second before taking Lisa’s hand, her fingers trembling. As they walked away, I watched them go, a slow, satisfied smirk curling my lips.

I also walked around the base to see how everyone was doing.

And then I saw her.

Agatha.

She moved with the slow, deliberate grace of a woman heavy with child, her loose gown clinging to the swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, the weight of her breasts.

The fabric was thin, doing nothing to hide the dark, erect peaks of her nipples, straining against the material like two desperate points begging for attention. Her thighs rubbed together with each step, the friction making her bite her lip, her fingers pressing into the small of her back as if to ease the ache between her legs.

When she spotted me, her face lit up, her dark eyes gleaming with something between devotion and hunger.

"Dexter!" Her voice was warm, melodic, like honeyed wine. "Where have you been?"

Ravina turned, her expression shifting from apprehension to curiosity as I approached. The way her gaze flicked between Agatha and me—like she was trying to decipher the unspoken tension—made my cock twitch.

I smirked, my hands sliding into my pockets. "Busy." My eyes raked over Agatha, lingering on the way her gown clung to the swell of her belly, the shadow of her pussy beneath the fabric, the dark, curly hair peeking out when she shifted. "Taking care of things."

Agatha grinned, her fingers brushing over her rounded stomach, tracing slow circles that made her hips sway. "This place is amazing," she purred. "A paradise."

She let out a soft, contented sigh, her back arching just enough to press her tits forward. "The beds are like clouds. And the toilet..." She shuddered, her thighs pressing together again. "You don’t even have to touch yourself to clean your asshole. It’s..." Her tongue slipped over her lower lip. "Magic."

Ravina nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. "And the weapons..." Her eyes gleamed. "Lisa, let me practice with so many. They’re powerful—like nothing I’ve ever held."

I chuckled, but my attention was locked on Agatha. The way her gown shifted with every breath, the way her nipples brushed against the fabric, hard and aching. The way her pussy lips were swollen, visible through the thin material, glistening with arousal.

"Glad you’re enjoying yourselves," I murmured, my voice rough.

Agatha’s smile softened, her hand resting on her belly. "Dexter..." Her voice dropped, thick and husky. "My child’s birth is in your hands..." Her fingers traced the curve of her stomach, pressing in just enough to make the baby kick. "Do you want to check on me again?"

My breath caught.

Because fuck.

Her gown was loose, but it clung in all the right places—the swell of her tits, the roundness of her belly, the shadow between her thighs. And her nipples—dark, thick, erect—pressed against the fabric like two perfect targets, begging to be sucked.

I swallowed hard, my cock already stiffening. "Yeah," I managed, my voice rough. "Ravina, help Agatha inside. I’ll check on her."

Ravina nodded, her expression serious as she slid an arm around Agatha’s waist. "Come on," she murmured, her voice gentle. "Let’s get you comfortable."

Agatha leaned into her, her breath hitching as they moved slowly toward her house. I followed, my eyes locked on the sway of her hips, the way her ass cheeks flexed with every step, the gown clinging to the cleft between them.

The house was just like other houses, no difference, and even the furniture was the same.

"Ravina," I ordered, my voice low. "Help her undress."

Ravina’s fingers trembled as she reached for the knots at Agatha’s shoulders, pulling them loose with deliberate slowness. The gown slipped, sliding down Agatha’s arms, catching on her swollen breasts before pooling at her feet.

And then she was naked.

Fuck.

Agatha’s body was a masterpiece—ripe, fertile, overflowing with life. Her belly was round and tight, the skin stretched so thin I could see the faint outline of the baby shifting inside. Her breasts were massive, heavy, the dark areolas puckered and swollen, her nipples hard as stones, jutted out like two perfect points begging to be bitten.

The hair between her thighs was thick, wild, curly, a dark tangle that framed her pussy—already glistening, the lips swollen and parted, dripping with arousal. And her asshole—tight, dark, twitching slightly as if already anticipating my touch.

She didn’t cover herself. Instead, she smirked, her hands resting on her belly as she settled back onto the furs. "Well?" she purred, her voice thick. "Are you just going to stare, or are you going to check on me?"

I exhaled sharply, my cock straining against my pants. "Lie back," I growled.

She obeyed, her body sinking into the furs, her thighs falling open just enough to give me full access. The scent of her—musky, sweet, heavy with arousal—filled my nose, making my mouth water.

"Ravina," I said, my voice rough. "Undress. And come here."

Ravina’s breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate. Her fingers moved to the laces of her dress, pulling them loose until the fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

And then she was naked too—leaner than Agatha, but no less beautiful. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her pussy already glistening, swollen with need.

"On the bed," I commanded. "Next to Agatha."

She obeyed, her body pressing against Agatha’s side, her hand instinctively resting on Agatha’s belly.

I watched them, my cock throbbing as I stripped my own clothes away. "Good girls," I rumbled, my hand wrapping around my cock, stroking the aching length.

Agatha, her eyes locking onto my cock, her tongue slipping over her lips. "Dexter...," she begged, her voice raw.

I knelt between their legs, my hands sliding up Agatha’s thighs, spreading them wider. Her pussy was soaked, the lips dark and swollen, glistening with arousal, the hair damp with her juices. I leaned in, my breath hot against her flesh, and licked—one long, slow stroke from her asshole to her clit.

Agatha gasped, her back arching, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Fuck—!"

I chuckled, my tongue circling her clit before dipping lower, pressing against her tight asshole. She whimpered, her thighs trembling as I pushed in, my tongue breaching her back entrance, tasting the musky, earthy flavor of her.

"Dexter—!" she moaned, her hips lifting into my mouth.

I pulled back, my fingers replacing my tongue, pressing against her asshole before sliding inside. She gasped, her body clenching around me as I pumped my fingers in and out, stretching her tight ring.

"Ravina," I ordered, my voice dark. "Lick her pussy."

Ravin didn’t hesitate. She shifted, her tongue slipping between Agatha’s soaked lips, circling her clit before dipping inside. Agatha cried out, her fingers gripping Ravina’s hair as her hips bucked.

"Fuck—! Just like that—!" Agatha panted, her breasts heaving, her nipples so hard they looked painful.

I reached up, my fingers pinching one erect peak, twisting just enough to make her gasp. "You like that?" I growled.

"Yes—!" she whimpered, her pussy clenching around Ravina’s tongue.