Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 287: Lifting Ada’s Ass

My voice remained firm and resolute as I held her stare. "We are relocating to a superior location," I declared. "It is a fortress. Secure. Formidable. The days of hiding and struggle are over."

I scanned the assembly of women, their bare skin shining with perspiration and the dust of their primitive existence. "I will provide a full explanation once we arrive."

To Ravina, I represented more than just a commander—I was her God. Questioning me was not in her nature. With a sharp nod, she addressed the group, her voice booming with natural authority. "You heard his command! Collect your belongings! We are moving out!"

The women dispersed instantly, their actions fluid and purposeful. Their confidence lay in Ravina, and Ravina’s faith was placed entirely in me.

Kina, her dark tresses messy from sleep, gazed up at me with wide, searching eyes. "Dexter... is this actually happening? Are we truly departing from this place?"

I rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Yes, Kina. And your new life will surpass anything you have ever imagined."

I shifted my focus toward the cliffside, where the remainder of the tribe—those dwelling in the upper heights away from the main camp—were located. The ascent was steep and hazardous, yet the area appeared deserted. No sentries were visible, and no movement could be seen. Only the soft whistle of the breeze through the foliage broke the silence.

With a quick motion of my wrist, I invoked the Magical Tool, manipulating it until it transformed into a polished, metallic elevator, the platform vibrating with power beneath my feet.

Stepping onto the surface, I began my ascent, the internal gears humming quietly as I was lifted. Upon reaching the summit, I encountered the guards—two women clutching spears tightly while walking the perimeter. The moment they recognized me, they collapsed to their knees, pressing their brows against the earth.

"My King..." one whispered, her voice shaking with profound devotion.

"Assemble everyone immediately," I ordered, my tone demanding instant compliance. "We are abandoning this site. Now."

Without a second of hesitation, they bolted into the huts, their cries waking the slumbering women. Shortly after, Veronica and Mary appeared, their naked forms shimmering in the dawn light, breasts swaying with every hurried step toward me. Their expressions shifted to pure astonishment as they laid eyes on the elevator.

"Dexter!" Veronica gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "This elevator—where did it come from? Who created it?" Her gaze jumped between me and the glowing platform, her logic failing to process the sight.

One of the kneeling tribeswomen answered on my behalf, her tone thick with worship. "Our King manifested it through his magical power."

I moved back onto the platform and signaled for them to join me. "Come. We are leaving. Every one of you."

Veronica and Mary traded looks of intense fascination and dread. "How can such a thing exist?" Mary murmured, her fingertips tracing the polished metal as if it were a holy artifact.

I caught their eyes, my voice dropping into a dark, resonant growl. "When you are with me, nothing is impossible."

As the platform reached the bottom, I flicked my wrist again, and the elevator retracted back into a ring, settling onto my finger as though it had never changed. Veronica and Mary stood frozen, hands over their mouths and eyes wide with shock.

"By the gods..." Veronica breathed out in a faint whisper.

"No," I corrected her, my voice low and heavy with command. "By my hand."

The moment we rejoined the main group, gossip spread like wildfire. The women gathered below stared at Veronica, Mary, and the cliff-dwellers, their eyes reflecting a mixture of wonder and subtle envy.

"Who... are these women?" one asked tentatively.

Ravina stepped forward, her voice ringing with clear authority. "They are all members of my tribe," she announced, her gaze locking with everyone present. "Just as you are. We are all transitioning to a better home. A place of safety, strength, and power."

The women looked at one another, their trepidation slowly turning into curiosity and a flicker of hope. To them, Ravina was the leader who had provided sustenance, protection, and a path to a better life.

The trucks roared to life, their engines snarling like predatory beasts. I turned to the crowd, my voice slicing through the chatter. "Load up. We are departing."

The women wavered, their naked bodies shivering from the morning air and the surreal sight of the massive steel machines before them.

The female soldiers—stoic and battle-hardened—watched with a blend of dark humor and interest as the tribeswomen crept closer, overwhelmed by awe and terror.

Veronica and Mary, who knew of vehicles from ancient tales, were the first to board, moving with poise despite their lack of clothing.

Veronica’s heavy breasts bounced as she hauled herself up, her glutes tightening with the movement. "Hurry up!" she urged the others, her voice bright with thrill. "It is only a ride!"

However, the rest remained unconvinced.

Ada stood motionless, her large, pendulous breasts heaving with her panicked breaths, her eyes fixed on the truck as if it might spring forward and kill her.

I moved behind her, my hands firmly grasping her broad hips. "Do you require assistance?" I whispered, a dark teasing edge in my voice.

Before she could respond, I hoisted her up effortlessly, my palms supporting the soft curves of her rear as I set her inside the vehicle. She let out a gasp, fingers gripping the metal walls while her thighs pressed together against the cold floor. "D-Dexter!" she choked out, her skin flushing red.

One after another, the rest followed—Kerry, Kina, Vera, Agatha—each assisted by the soldiers or myself. Kina’s small, firm breasts shook as she climbed inside, looking around like a trapped bird.

Vera’s athletic frame rippled with muscle as she pulled herself up, her dark skin wet with sweat. Agatha, the matriarch, moved with more caution, her aged breasts swaying as she found a spot among the group.

Observing their leaders board safely, the remaining women began to follow, their fright gradually replaced by intrigue. Soon, the trucks were packed with naked bodies, skin rubbing against cold steel as they breathed in nervous, shallow gasps.

The trip was steady, the convoy slicing through the wilderness with ease. Initially, the women remained hushed, their eyes wide as the landscape turned into a blur through the open sides of the trucks.

Some held onto each other for stability, fingers digging into the flesh of their companions. Others simply watched in silence, their primitive minds trying to reconcile the speed and mechanical roar of their transport.

Slowly, the tension began to bleed away, replaced by a cautious sense of wonder. Ada’s fingers brushed against the metal floor, her face a mask of disbelief. "How can this be?" she whispered to the air.

Kina, wedged between Kerry and Vera, finally spoke up. "Where are you taking us, Dexter?" she shouted over the noise, her voice still trembling.

I looked back from the lead vehicle, my voice carrying through the wind. "To a place where you will truly thrive."

As the fortress appeared on the horizon, the first sight to greet us was the perimeter. A circle of armed soldiers stood at attention, their stances rigid and their gazes unwavering.