Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 276: Nathalie’s Seduction

Nathalie’s breath caught in her throat as I slowly withdrew my hand from her neck. Her entire frame shuddered, caught between a wave of terror and grim acceptance. "Hmmm..." I let out a low, amused hum, my gaze locked onto hers. I watched with interest as her chest heaved, rising and falling with every frantic breath she took.

Angela wasted no time at all. With a swift motion, her hand struck Nathalie’s backside with a resounding crack that echoed throughout the chamber. "Why don’t you get to work?" she mocked, her tone saturated with a fake, sugary sweetness.

"Don’t you want to save your son?" A cold, mocking chuckle escaped her lips as her fingers gripped Nathalie’s hip tightly. "Or perhaps I should say, your daughter?"

The sting of the blow caused Nathalie’s body to jerk, her expression a mask of deep humiliation and raw desperation. "Hmmm... I’ll do it," she whispered. Her voice was unsteady, and tears pooled in her eyes as she turned her attention toward me.

She closed the distance between us, pressing her palms against my chest as she stood on her tiptoes. Her lips crashed into mine in a bruising, desperate kiss. Her teeth nipped at my lower lip, biting just hard enough for a bead of blood to surface. Against my mouth, she uttered a broken plea. "After this... promise me... let my son go... please, I beg you..."

I stared down at her, my fingers weaving into her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to look me in the eye. "I promise," I murmured, my voice a dark and silky vow. The words lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of her total surrender and my unspoken threats.

Nathalie gave a shaky nod, her breath trembling as she leaned into me. Her body molded against mine, her tits pressing into my chest as if they were designed specifically to provoke me. Reaching behind her back, her fingers fumbled with her bra's clasp until it gave way. The lace garment slipped from her shoulders, falling to the floor with a soft whisper. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and full, her nipples already stiff and aching. The dark, swollen areolas seemed to cry out for attention.

Angela’s sharp, mocking laughter filled the room. "Oh, look at her," she purred with amusement, stepping closer to rake her eyes over Nathalie’s naked upper body.

"She doesn’t even look like she’s being forced. She’s enjoying this." Her fingers reached out, tracing the curve of Nathalie’s breast before she gave a nipple a sharp flick, causing Nathalie to gasp. "Look at her—her nipples are so erect. She’s wet for you, Dexter. She’s been craving this."

I acted immediately. My hand moved to cup Nathalie’s breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers and rolling it until a soft, helpless moan escaped her. "Hmmm..." I growled deeply, squeezing the flesh and feeling the weight of her tit in my palm like a piece of ripe fruit.

"Such beautiful tits, Nathalie." My other hand joined the assault, kneading and pressing her flesh like dough. My thumbs circled her nipples until they became tight, throbbing peaks. "So firm. So responsive."

Nathalie’s breathing became ragged gasps as her body arched toward my touch. Her moans grew louder in spite of her efforts to suppress them. "Please..." she whispered, her voice shaking as her hands gripped my shoulders for support, as if she might collapse without me.

Angela’s laughter rang out like a cold, mocking tune. "Oh, she’s begging already," she taunted. Her fingers slid down Nathalie’s stomach, venturing beneath the waistband of her panties. "And we’ve only just started."

Nathalie’s frame trembled while my hands continued to massage her breasts, her nipples hardening into pebbles of desire under my manipulation. Her breath was uneven and forced, her chest heaving as she pulled herself closer. Despite the shame coloring her cheeks, her body was betraying her. She was aware of Angela’s sharp, mocking gaze, but she no longer cared. Tyler was all that mattered. Survival was everything.

With a slow, purposeful grind of her hips, Nathalie pressed her pussy against my cock. The thin lace of her underwear was powerless to hide the heat radiating from between her thighs. She could feel me growing harder beneath her, my thick length pressing against her through my trousers, sending a dark, electric jolt through her system.

"Mmm..." she moaned, a breathy whimper escaping as she rocked her pelvis, her clit throbbing with every motion.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled my face down between her tits. She pressed them firmly against my cheeks, attempting to smother me in their heavy, soft weight. "You like that, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice a mix of desperation and shame. "You like how soft they are... how full..."

My eyes remained on Nathalie. Her face was red with embarrassment, yet her eyes shone with a frantic, desperate need to seduce me, her words pouring out in a reckless, breathless plea.

Then Angela’s venomous, sharp laughter cut through the air. "Oh, look at her," she crooned, her voice thick with sadistic delight as she moved in closer. Her predatory eyes traveled over Nathalie’s form, ہر glance dripping with blatant, lecherous hunger.

"She’s not just doing it—she’s loving it." Her fingers traced the edge of Nathalie’s panties with a cruel, deliberate touch.

"Look at her, Dexter. She’s rubbing that pussy against you like a slut in heat. Those nipples—so hard they could cut glass." She leaned in, her hot breath ghosting against Nathalie’s ear as she whispered darkly. "And that pussy—already so wet. I can smell her from here. Can’t you?"

Nathalie’s face burned with intense humiliation, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t afford to. Her hips moved in slow, calculated circles, her panties growing damp with every grind as the lace clung to her swollen labia. "Shut up," she hissed. Her voice was raw with shame, but it lacked any real conviction. Not when her body was responding so deliciously to the contact.

Angela’s laughter only intensified. Suddenly, her fingers gripped the waistband of Nathalie’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing the thick, dark curls of her bush and the glistening pink folds hiding beneath. "Oh, but I won’t," Angela taunted, her voice full of amusement.

"Not when you’re putting on such a show." Her fingers moved lower, brushing against Nathalie’s exposed pussy and making her gasp.

"Look at this mess. So wet. So ready." She pressed a single finger against Nathalie’s clit, circling it once before withdrawing, her voice a dark promise. "You’re dripping, Nathalie. And we haven’t even started yet."

Nathalie’s breath hitched and her body jerked at the sensation, her face flushing even deeper. "I—I’m not—" she tried to protest, but the words were cut off as I bit down on her nipple. My teeth grazed the tight peak before I soothed it with my tongue. She moaned, her back arching as her pussy ground harder against my cock, her panties now completely soaked with her arousal.