Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 296: Ada’s Sealed Pussy

With a solemn nod, I glanced over at Ruth, who was observing the scene with a combination of terror and a dark, morbid fascination. "Yes, Mother," I stated, my tone dropping into a grim and urgent register.

"However, there is a problem..." I leaned forward until my warm breath brushed against Ada’s ear. "Once your asshole has recovered, I fear your pussy will fall ill."

I tipped the candle just enough for a new bead of wax to gather at the wick's edge, while the flame cast dancing, ominous shadows over her shaking frame. "I must seal your pussy with this wax," I whispered, my voice acting as a dark caress, "to ensure the infection cannot spread."

My free hand traveled downward, fingers grazing the tender folds of her pussy with a touch that was light yet full of authority. "This is the sole method to ensure your full recovery, Mother Ada."

Ada’s breathing faltered, her chest heaving in shallow, frantic gasps as her gaze darted between my eyes and the flickering light. Her physical state was a paradox—though she shuddered with fright, her thighs trembled with a much darker impulse she refused to acknowledge.

"Hmmmm..." she whimpered, the sound little more than a fractured sigh. Her hips rose slightly from the mattress, as if her flesh were offering itself up even as the objections died in her throat.

That was when I noticed it.

A thick, humiliating surge of fluid escaped her pussy, her own arousal giving her away. Her musky, sweet, and obscenely moist scent permeated the room, her pubic hair shimmering with her own slickness. I acted without a moment's delay.

My fingers buried themselves into her damp curls, scrubbing roughly and smearing her juices across her engorged lips. "Ruth, we must move quickly," I growled in a dark purr. "Mother Ada’s pussy is already showing symptoms of the sickness, Mother." I increased the pressure, grinding against her clit until she gasped.

Ada’s face turned a deep crimson, her lips parting for a silent moan as she arched her body into my hand. "N-no..." she lied, yet her pussy pulsed in response, another wave of fluid trailing down her ass crack and pooling beneath her.

I looked toward Ruth and issued a sharp command. "Spread her thighs. Keep her pinned down."

Ruth gave an obedient nod, her own breathing ragged as she moved forward to press her hands against Ada’s shaking knees. She forced Ada's legs into a wide, obscene position, leaving her glistening, dripping pussy vulnerable to the air. Ada let out a whimper and tried to squirm, but Ruth’s weight held her firm, her fingers digging into Ada's skin.

"Good girl," I whispered to Ruth before focusing back on Ada.

The candle tilted, and a heavy bead of molten red wax gathered at the rim. Ada stared at it, her breaths coming in panicked, desperate hitches. "D-Dexter, please—" she pleaded, but her strength was gone, her body already leaning toward the inevitable.

The first drop fell.

PLINK.

Ada’s frame convulsed violently as the burning wax hit her swollen, sensitive pussy lips. "AAAAAH—FUCK!" she shrieked, her spine arching off the bed while her fingers tore at the bedding.

The wax scorched her skin, branding her with heat, yet beneath that agony, a shameful and needy sensation flared up. Her pussy contracted, sending another rush of fluid out to mingle with the hardening wax.

"Ohhhh, it burns," she moaned with a breaking voice, her hips thrusting helplessly. Another drop fell, landing squarely on her clit. "NGHHHH—!" Ada screamed, her body shaking with convulsions as her pussy dripped like a leaking tap. The wax set fast, bonding to her skin, but the stinging thrill remained, leaving her to whimper and writhe.

"It isn't enough," I muttered, my cock throbbing at the sight. I required more. She had to be fully sealed.

"Ruth," I commanded, my voice gravelly. "Sit on her."

Ruth hesitated for only a heartbeat before straddling Ada’s stomach. Her weight pressed down, forcing Ada's legs even further apart. Ada gasped as she was stretched wide, her pussy completely exposed and her pubic hair matted with a mixture of wax and her own fluids.

Once more, the candle tilted.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Thick, molten streams of wax descended, each one sizzling as it made contact with Ada’s swollen, weeping cunt. "AAAAAH! FUCK! IT’S TOO MUCH—!" she shrieked, her body jerking as her pussy gushed with every burning drop.

The wax gathered over her lips, blocking her slit, the red color vivid against her flushed flesh. Her pubic hairs were trapped in the glossy, crimson mess as it hardened, leaving her pussy lips swollen and shimmering under the thick seal.

"It is finished," I growled, tracing the firm edge of the wax and pressing just enough to make her jerk.

I ran my fingers over the hardened seal on Ada’s pussy, feeling the warmth trapped underneath and the way her skin still quivered. "Your pussy is sealed, Mother," I whispered with dark satisfaction. "No sickness can enter now."

I turned my gaze to Ruth, who was panting, her lips wet with Ada’s juices. "Now," I said, my voice turning cold and authoritative, "all that remains is to... heal her asshole."

Ruth nodded in silence, her eyes shining with a blend of anxiety and twisted excitement. She climbed off Ada, revealing the woman beneath—drenched in sweat, skin flushed red, and chest heaving with ragged air.

Ada’s face was bright crimson, her breath coming in heavy pants through her swollen, parted lips. Her eyes were unfocused, filled with exhaustion and a deep need that caused her thighs to shake and her pussy to twitch under its wax coating.

The red wax over her cunt shone in the dim light, matting her hair and trapping her fluids, which still seeped obscenely around the edges. Her musky, sweet scent filled the room, making my cock throb against my clothes.

Ruth’s voice was soft and shaky as she leaned in, her hand brushing Ada’s damp shoulder. "Mother... are you alright?"

Ada gave a weak nod, her breath catching as she tried to find her composure. "Y-yes..." she whispered, though her voice was brittle and her body continued to shake from the intensity of the ordeal.

I wasn't finished yet.

I wanted more.

I wanted to witness her complete surrender.

"Mother Ada," I commanded sharply. "Show me your asshole."