Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 327: The Healer Who Became a God

Jennifer lay there, her frame still quivering from the sheer force of our recent encounter. I watched as her trembling hands struggled to wash away the traces of my seed from her backside, her legs seemingly on the verge of collapse. Seeing her in such a state—submissive, thoroughly used, and completely under my thumb—filled me with a surge of dark triumph.

I gathered her into my arms without saying a word and carried her over to the bed. She offered no resistance, her limbs heavy and compliant as I settled her in and pulled the covers to her chin. Her eyelids were already drooping from pure exhaustion, and her breathing leveled out as she slipped into a deep sleep almost immediately.

Leaving Jennifer to her rest, I exited the room and headed for the living area. The couch looked inviting, and I sank into the cushions with a heavy sigh, my skin still tingling with the lingering heat of the night. As soon as I closed my eyes, the sheer weight of my fatigue dragged me into unconsciousness.

It felt as though only moments had passed when I sensed a presence nearby. Opening my eyes, I saw Angela’s silhouette bathed in soft light as she approached.

Silently, she lowered herself onto me, her body molding against mine as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her, and we both fell into a peaceful slumber on the sofa, oblivious to the world around us.

By the time we woke, the sun had climbed high, painting the room with golden rays. Angela was the first to move, shifting against me before her eyes fluttered open. She gazed up at me, a slow, meaningful grin forming on her lips.

"Good morning," Angela whispered, her voice thick with sleep as she pressed her warm body against mine. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, highlighting her features in a soft glow.

I smiled back, my fingers tracing slow patterns across the smooth skin of her back. "Morning," I answered, my voice deep and calm.

Propping herself up on an elbow, Angela’s expression turned solemn. "Dexter," she said, "everything within the fortress has been settled. Even the people outside have calmed down. There are even women willing to abandon their husbands to move here with their daughters."

I gave a slow nod, a smirk of satisfaction touching my lips. "Hmm... that’s excellent." This was exactly the vision I had—total control, structured order, and absolute loyalty.

Angela paused briefly before adding, "However, we are still having trouble talking to the women you brought back from the tribe."

I dismissed her concern with a wave of my hand. "I’ll handle that. Don’t worry about it." My tone was steady and filled with certainty. "Have the tribespeople gather outside. I will grant them the power to speak freely with us."

Angela watched me, her gaze a mix of wonder and deep respect. "And where are Mary and Veronica? I haven't seen them around."

Angela gave a mischievous smile. "They are assisting me with the management of the fortress. They’re keeping an eye on everyone... watching for any signs of betrayal."

I nodded, pleased with the report. "Good. We must ensure everything functions perfectly." My thoughts were already moving toward the future, focused on the power and dominance that had to be preserved.

Shortly after, Angela and I finished a quick breakfast, the quiet room filled only by the sound of utensils hitting plates. Angela looked toward Lisa and spoke with authority. "Gather everyone from the tribe," she commanded. "There is an important matter to settle."

Lisa nodded and hurried off to execute the command.

Before long, the courtyard was packed with tribal women, their expressions fluctuating between curiosity and fear. I walked forward, my very presence demanding their silence. With a thought, I activated the Nexus ability, granting them all the gift of Universal Language so they could finally communicate without barriers.

The women from the Tribe of Ravina were already aware of my divine status. They showed no shock, accepting the miracle as a natural fact. Their reverence was clear as they bowed their heads, acknowledging my immense power.

The women of the Kronos Tribe, however, were stunned. To them, I had been a simple healer and savior, but as Ravina guided their understanding, the truth dawned on them—I was something far greater. I was a god-like entity, and their shock quickly transformed into profound awe.

Standing among the crowd, Ruth suddenly cried out, her voice a blend of pride and amazement. "That means... I am the woman of a God... I..."

The surrounding women nodded respectfully, their eyes filled with a new level of veneration for her. Ruth’s social standing vanished and was replaced by high status; she stood taller, her self-assurance blooming.

Kerry, a woman with sharp features and a commanding aura, stepped out. "I am his aunt," she announced with pride.

Kina, younger and more timid, followed her lead. "Dexter is my younger brother," she said quietly, her eyes beaming with pride.

Ada, walking with a slight limp as her body recovered from the previous night’s intensity, came forward with a glowing smile. "I am his mother," she stated, her voice thick with love and pride.

The women murmured their agreement, their respect for Ada, Ruth, Kerry, and Kina reaching new heights. The social fabric had changed; the fortress was no longer held together just by rules, but by absolute devotion.

Surveying the gathered women, I realized the fortress had evolved. It wasn't just a place for safety anymore—it was a temple of power where every woman knew her rank and her duty. The men beyond the walls were no longer threats, but merely a reminder of the new order we had built.

Angela leaned in close to me, her voice low. "They understand now," she whispered. "They know who you are and what you stand for."

I nodded, my eyes scanning the crowd. "Good. Because this is only the beginning."