Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 274: Nathalie’s Nightie: Shredded

Nathalie’s grip on the knife was unsteady, her breathing coming in jagged, terrified gasps as the blade pressed against my throat. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of desperation and raw fear, yet her voice remained fierce despite the trembling weight of her words.

"I’ll kill you," she hissed. Her knuckles had turned bone-white, and her entire frame shook from the strain of keeping her hand from wavering.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. Beside me, Angela let out a soft, mocking laugh, her eyes sparkling with sadistic amusement.

Both women understood the reality—nothing Nathalie attempted could truly harm me. Tyler’s voice suddenly shattered the tension, sounding raw and broken. "Mother... no..." His sobs echoed through the room as his body strained against the bed, his features twisted in agony while he watched the scene play out.

I met Nathalie's gaze without flinching, my voice a velvety taunt. "Why don’t you try?"

Her breath hitched, and her eyes flickered with a sudden uncertainty. She believed she held the upper hand and could dictate the moment. She was mistaken.

Before she could react, I reached up and wrapped my hand around her wrist. My grip was firm but not painful. She tensed up, expecting me to wrench the weapon away and disarm her, leaving her defenseless.

But I did no such thing.

Instead, I held her hand steady, my fingers guiding hers as I slowly and deliberately forced the blade deeper against my own throat.

Nathalie’s eyes widened in sheer horror, her voice breaking as the realization hit her. "Don’t—" she screamed, her body jerking as she tried to pull back, but my grip was like iron. "Don’t! I don’t want to—!"

The knife pressed hard against my skin, the sharp edge biting into the flesh, yet it failed to leave even a single mark.

Nathalie’s breathing became frantic, her eyes welling with tears as she stared at my neck. "Stop! Please!" she begged, her voice cracking as her body trembled violently.

Angela’s laughter rang through the room, cold and triumphant. Her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she enjoyed the sight of Nathalie’s humiliation.

"Oh, this is priceless," she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure while her fingers traced the edge of the knife still held in Nathalie’s shaking hand. "Look at her, Dexter. She fancies herself a killer, but she doesn’t even have the stomach for it."

Nathalie’s breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes flickering with a volatile mix of shame and fury. She looked toward Tyler, seeing her son’s face contorted in pain as his sobs filled the room like a broken record. Something inside her finally snapped.

With a sudden, desperate cry, she wrenched the knife from Angela’s loose grip and spun toward me, her arm flashing out in a wild, angry arc. The blade was aimed straight for my stomach, her face twisted with rage. "You monster!" she screamed, her voice raw with pure hatred.

But the knife never entered my flesh.

Instead, the blade scraped across my skin with a metallic screech, as if it had struck solid stone. It left nothing but a faint, silver line where it should have plunged deep. Nathalie’s eyes widened in horror, her breath catching in her throat as she stumbled back, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"How... how is this possible?" she whispered, her voice trembling while her fingers remained clenched around the hilt. "What are you? You’re not human... you’re—" Her voice broke, her face turning pale with terror. "You’re a devil."

I chuckled again, a low and dark sound that rumbled through my chest like thunder. My fingers wrapped around her wrist—not to push her away, but to pull her closer. My grip was unyielding. "Clever girl," I murmured, my voice a velvety taunt as my lips brushed against her ear.

"But did you really think a little knife could hurt me?" My free hand slid up her arm, my fingers tangling in her damp hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I’m so much more than human, Nathalie. And you? You’re about to find out just how deep that truth goes."

Angela’s sharp, mocking laughter filled the room once more. "Oh, this just keeps getting better," she purred, stepping closer with eyes gleaming in cruel amusement. "Look at her, Dexter. She finally realizes what she’s up against."

She reached out, her fingers deliberately tracing the line the knife had left on my skin. "And yet, here she stands, still breathing. Still fighting." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips curling into a smirk. "Still useless."

Nathalie’s breath came in short, panicked gasps as she stared at me, her eyes wide with terror. "What do you want from me?" she choked out, her voice breaking as the knife slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.

The knife hit the floor with a sharp metallic clink, sounding loud in the heavy silence of the room. Angela’s laughter was a cold, mocking melody as she tightened her fingers around the hilt of the blade, wrenching it from Nathalie’s shaking grip.

"Even if you had the chance, you couldn’t do anything to Dexter," she sneered, her voice thick with sadistic delight, her crimson-painted lips curling. "As a punishment..."

With a swift, brutal motion, Angela slashed downward. The blade sliced through the flimsy fabric of Nathalie’s nightie as if it were nothing. The sheer black silk split open with a tearing sound, the remnants slithering to the floor in tattered strips. Nathalie was left standing there in nothing but a scrap of lace bra and panties so thin they were practically invisible.

Nathalie let out a choked, humiliated gasp, her face flushing a deep, furious crimson. "You bitch!" she snarled, her voice trembling with rage and shame as she stumbled back, her hands flying up to cover herself.

"How dare you—!" Her breath hitched as the reality of her exposure set in. Her arms crossed over her chest in a futile attempt to shield her heavy, trembling breasts, while her other hand darted down to cover her pussy, her fingers pressing desperately against the damp lace of her panties.