Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 284: The Watcher in the Walls

The massive door latched with a final click, leaving Nathalie isolated in the room—her breathing remained jagged, her frame still quivering from the intensity of our encounter. A heavy silence permeated the mansion, the kind of quiet that vibrated with hidden tension.

Turning around, I spotted Angela waiting in the shadows of the living room, her silhouette elegantly outlined by the fireplace’s dim radiance. She wasted no time. Closing the distance, she molded her body against mine, her breasts crushing into my chest as she spoke in a seductive purr. "Dexter... if you want... I can also..."

I gently cradled her face, my thumb grazing her cheekbone before I leaned forward to plant a light kiss on her forehead. "We have all the time in the world," I whispered, my tone deep and smooth. "And you are special, Angela." My hand slid down her arm, my touch remaining just long enough to send a shiver through her.

She gave a nod, a tiny, pleased smirk crossing her face as she pressed into me. "Then let me show you something," she remarked, her voice dripping with mystery as she grasped my hand, guiding me through the mansion's labyrinthine corridors.

We arrived at a chamber I hadn't previously discovered—walls covered in monitors, every screen displaying live video from every corner of the stronghold. Residences, structures, and even the most secluded corners—nothing remained hidden from the prying eyes of these lenses.

The surveillance hub was illuminated by the ghostly light of the screens, each monitor serving as a portal into the private, raw lives of the fortress's residents. My fingers glided over the interface, bringing up Emily’s camera feed just as Angela leaned in closer, her warmth radiating against me.

The display sharpened—Emily’s bedroom was visible, bathed in the faint moonlight coming through the drapes. She was tucked under a quilt, her shape barely discernible, yet the noises echoing through the room were unmistakable.

A soft, airy moan emanated from the speakers, deep and full of longing. "M-Mike... hmm..." Emily’s voice was saturated with lust, her hand already active beneath the covers, her breath catching as she stimulated herself.

"Aaaaaah... aaaaaah... give it to me..." The quilt shifted, exposing the curve of her hip while her thighs squeezed together. Her fingers moved with increasing speed, her moans turning louder and more frantic.

"F-Fuck... yes... just like that..." Her back arched and her toes dug into the bedding as her climax built, her voice cracking into a series of panting gasps. "M-Mike... I need you... I need you inside me..."

Beside me, Angela’s breath hitched, her cheeks turning a vivid scarlet as she observed Emily’s hand vanish under the blanket, the room filling with the sounds of her pleasure. "W-Who is she?" Angela stuttered, her voice shaking with combined shame and curiosity.

"She sounds like she’s—" She stopped mid-sentence as Emily released a sharp, hungry cry, her body twitching beneath the quilt. "Oh my..." Angela breathed, her hand flying to her lips as if to suppress her own reaction.

I kept my gaze fixed on the monitor. "Mike’s wife," I replied in a dark, low purr. "The man whose identity I assumed."

Emily’s cries intensified, her voice breaking as her peak approached. "Aaaah—! M-Mike—! I’m c-coming—! Aaaaaah—!" Her frame convulsed, her hips thrusting off the mattress as the release took hold, her fingers buried deep within her heat.

The blanket slid further down, showing her glistening pussy and thighs drenched in her own arousal. "F-Fuck—! Fuck—! Ahhh—!" Her voice sounded raw, her body shaking as she endured the waves of her orgasm, her fluids soaking the bedding beneath her.

Angela’s breathing became erratic, her eyes wide as she watched Emily slump back onto the mattress, chest heaving. "She just—she just—" Angela’s voice was barely a whisper, her hand gripping my arm as if searching for an anchor. "And she believes she’s with you?"

I let out a dark chuckle, my fingers adjusting the feed to the living area—where Jennifer was spread out on the couch, her legs wide apart and her fingers already lost between them. She was moaning loudly, her voice thick with craving. "Aaaaaah... Mike..." Her fingers probed her asshole while her other hand circled her clit with focused intent.

"Give it to your mother-in-law..." She licked her fingers, tasting herself before returning to her task, her breath catching as she teased her own entrance.

"Mmm... fuck... I need you so bad..." Her hips rotated against her palm, her moans escalating in volume and desperation. "Y-Yes... just like that..." Her hand moved more rapidly, her voice dissolving into breathless pants. "I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum all over this sofa..."

Angela’s face was burning with shame, yet she remained transfixed. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice quivering as Jennifer’s fingers worked her backside while her other hand rubbed her clit frantically.

"She’s—she’s touching herself there—" Angela’s hand pressed against her mouth once more, her eyes wide as Jennifer’s cries filled the surveillance room.

Jennifer’s spine arched, her frame trembling as her climax peaked. "Aaaaaah—! M-Mike—! Fuck—! I’m coming—!" Her voice shattered into a frantic scream as the release hit, her pussy squirting in heavy, shameless arcs across the furniture.

"F-Fuck—! Fuck—! Ahhh—!" Her body jerked, her juices spraying over the cushions, her fingers still buried inside as she rode the waves of her release.

Angela’s breath came in ragged bursts, her face flushed with shock and intrigue. "She—she squirts—" Her voice was a faint whisper, her fingers digging into my arm. "And she’s—she’s calling for you—"

I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched Jennifer collapse on the sofa, her skin glistening with perspiration and her release pooling under her. "And they have no idea," I muttered, my voice a deep, velvety growl. "Just how deep this rabbit hole goes."

Angela’s breath hitched, her eyes darting between the various monitors, her voice a blend of wonder and embarrassment. "You—you took his place..." She swallowed heavily, her hand returning to her lips. "And now they are all—they are all—"

"Mine," I finished for her, the word a dark vow. My fingers slid down her arm, my touch lingering just enough to make her tremble. "Just like you, Angela."

She released a soft, airy laugh, her shame dissolving into excitement. "You’re impossible," she whispered, her voice heavy with respect. "Like a god... or the Devil himself."

I smirked, my eyes remaining on the screens. "And you," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear, "are my little demoness."

Angela pushed her chest out, causing her breasts to bounce slightly, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "I am not little," she joked, her voice carrying a hint of mock offense.

I let my eyes wander down, my voice a dark purr. "No..." I conceded, my hand traveling down her body, "really big." I cupped her breast, giving it a powerful squeeze as my thumb grazed her nipple. "Exactly how I like them."