Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 288: Mother & Daughter Reunion

Past the gates, the fortress's inhabitants had assembled. Men and women were kept apart, and the men were vocal in their dissent as they were driven outside the fortifications, their shouts creating a storm of rage and bewilderment.

"You can’t do this!" a man bellowed, his complexion flushing crimson with anger as a female guard shoved him back.

"This is our home!" another cried out, his hands balled into tight fists.

Max stood by the entrance, arms folded over his chest, his piercing eyes monitoring the entire process. As our convoy drew near, he turned with an unreadable expression and gave the signal for the gates to swing open.

As the trucks crossed the threshold, the tribal women let out collective gasps, their stares widening at the sight of the stronghold. Speechless, they took in the massive walls and the majestic architecture, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the place.

"How is this possible?" Agatha murmured, her voice a soft breath. "It’s so beautiful... is this paradise?"

I was the first to exit the truck, my boots landing on the dirt with a heavy thud. The rest of the women trailed behind me, their bare skin shining under the morning light as they glanced around in a state of shock and wonder.

Angela stood waiting at the entrance, flanked by a female soldier. Her gaze was fixed on the vehicles, her face a mask—until she saw them.

Her daughters.

Veronica and Mary were the first to descend, standing proudly in their nakedness with their heads held high. Angela’s breath caught in her throat, her hands flying to her face as tears began to pool. Without a second thought, she sprinted toward them, pulling them into a desperate embrace as if they might disappear if she let go.

"My girls..." she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her feelings. "My beautiful girls..."

Veronica, her large breasts pressed firmly against Angela’s side, hid her face in her mother’s shoulder. "Mother..." she whispered, her tone thick with emotion.

Mary, however, was not one for sentimentalities. She pulled back slightly, planting her hands on her hips with her typical defiant air. "We don’t have a mother like you," she announced, her eyes darting toward the other women—Emily, Jennifer, and Nathalie—who watched with curiosity and shock. "She left us. She abandoned us!"

Angela’s skin turned pale, and she held Veronica tighter as if to block out Mary’s accusations. "Mary... I—"

"Save it," Mary cut her off coldly.

Tears streamed down Angela’s face as she trembled, looking between her two children, her heart shattering and mending simultaneously.

I moved forward, my presence slicing through the heavy atmosphere like a blade. "Enough, Mary...," I commanded, my voice low but authoritative.

Angela brushed away her tears, her face hardening into a cold, regal mask. She understood that the past was gone; only the future mattered now—the Overlord Empire.

She looked toward the female soldier at her side and spoke with a firm, commanding tone. "Lisa, take them inside. Get them cleaned up. Clothed. Fed."

Lisa—a tall, athletic woman whose uniform emphasized her curves, drawing attention to her flared hips and the way her chest strained against the cloth—nodded sharply. "Yes, ma’am." Her response was professional and crisp, yet her eyes flickered toward me with heat for a brief moment before she addressed the women. "Follow me."

Mary, who had been ready to argue just a moment prior, went quiet. She didn't resist or fight. She simply followed, her naked form moving with a predatory elegance, her full breasts bouncing with every stride, her nipples still erect from the previous tension. Veronica gave Angela one last smoldering look—her dark nipples still sensitive, her mouth slightly open as if to speak—but she remained silent. Instead, she followed Mary, her hips swaying slowly and deliberately, her thighs shimmering with a light sheen of arousal.

I halted them briefly, my voice breaking through the silence. "Mary. Veronica." They turned back, locking eyes with me, waiting for my word. "Help the others understand. They don’t speak our language yet."

Mary folded her arms beneath her heavy breasts, lifting them and causing her nipples to peak further. "And why should we?" she challenged, her voice defiant but lacking any real aggression. She already knew the answer.

"Because I asked you to," I replied simply, leaving no room for debate.

Veronica gave a smirk, her fingers grazing her own nipple before dropping her hand. "Fine. But don’t expect them to listen to me after what you’ve done to them." She threw a challenging glance toward Angela.

"They will," I stated, my voice a dark promise. "Because they’ll learn."

Mary let out a sharp breath, her chest heaving, but she eventually nodded. "Fine. But we’re not their babysitters."

"Good," I said, my eyes scanning both of them—their naked bodies, their hardened nipples, and the way their thighs pressed together—before I turned back to Angela.

She was still shaking slightly, her eyes glistening even though the tears had stopped. I moved closer, my thumb grazing her cheek before I drew her into my arms. "Don’t worry," I whispered in a low, intimate tone. "I’ll help you explain it to them. Okay?"

Angela looked up at me, her voice barely audible. "Really?"

I nodded, my lips meeting hers in a soft, possessive kiss. "Trust me," I murmured against her lips. "They won’t blame you."

She surrendered to the embrace, her body molding against mine, her breath hitching as I slid my hands down to squeeze her ass. "I do trust you," she whispered, her voice thick with feeling.

I pulled back just enough to see her eyes, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "Good girl."

We headed inside, the fortress's grand hallways muffling the sounds of the women being escorted away. Lisa was already barking out instructions with a sharp voice and rigid posture, though I caught her gaze lingering on me for a second too long before she looked away.

The living area was warm and opulent, a place that radiated power. Sitting on the soft sofas were Emily and Jennifer.

Emily looked up as we entered, her frame tense and her fingers nervously twisting her dress fabric. "Why have you brought us here?" she asked, her voice sounding small and uncertain.

I realized I had reverted to my original face, so she wouldn't recognize me as Mike. I stepped forward, speaking in a calm, soothing manner.

"Don’t worry. It’s to keep you safe." My eyes swept over the two of them—Emily’s slim figure and Jennifer’s more generous curves, noting the way her thighs were pressed tight—before I added, "You’re safe here."

Jennifer, being the more assertive one, leaned forward. Her cleavage spilled from the top of her dress, and her nipples were clear through the thin material. "Where is Mike?" she demanded in a sharp, accusatory tone. She turned her narrowed eyes toward Angela. "Doesn’t he work for you? What’s going on?"