Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 329: The Green Hue

Lisa took the wheel as the armored vehicle roared to life, her focus unwavering and her hands steady.

Ahead of us, the fortress gates loomed large, their heavy iron bars sliding apart with a grinding metallic groan. Beyond the threshold, the world had undergone a complete transformation.

A secure perimeter had been established, featuring orderly rows of tents and sturdy wooden houses that lined the area in an organized fashion.

The male soldiers on duty outside snapped to attention, their postures stiff and their gazes fixed firmly on the ground as we rolled past. They were smart enough not to look me in the eye.

While Lisa remained concentrated on the road with a firm grip on the steering wheel, I reclined in my seat with Angela perched in my lap. My fingers traced idle circles through her hair, while my other hand began gently squeezing her tits, weighing their fullness in my palm. She melted into my touch, her breathing soft and rhythmic as her body relaxed against mine.

Through the tinted glass, the soldiers outside caught sight of me. Their faces tightened and they bowed their heads slightly, their voices falling into hushed whispers. The silence was nearly absolute—just the way I preferred it.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips. Good. If these dogs ever dared to raise their voices or challenge my authority, I would slaughter them all without a second thought. For the moment, however, their terror was sufficient. Their submission was all I required.

Angela shifted her weight in my lap, her lips grazing my ear. "You enjoy this, don’t you?" she whispered, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

I smirked, my grip tightening slightly on her breast, which elicited a soft gasp from her. "I enjoy control," I answered, my voice a low, dark purr. "And right now, every person out there understands exactly who is in charge."

Lisa caught my eye in the rearview mirror, a smirk playing on her lips before she returned her attention to the path ahead. "They are wise to be afraid," she remarked drily. "Most of them have witnessed the consequences of crossing you."

Angela laughed softly, resting her hand on my chest and tracing random patterns over my shirt with her fingers. "And yet, here we are, traveling toward something that might be far more dangerous than they are."

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her neck as I spoke in a dark whisper. "Danger doesn't frighten me, Angela," I murmured. "It excites me."

A shiver ran through her as she pressed her body closer to mine. Her breath hitched when my hand drifted lower, my fingers teasing the edge of her shirt. "Then I hope you’re ready for whatever is waiting for us," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.

I grinned, my eyes meeting Lisa’s in the mirror for a brief second. "Oh, I’m always ready."

She remained in my lap, her body flush against mine. Her breath caught every time my fingers traced the lines of her waist before moving up to toy with her tits through the thin fabric of her top. I felt her nipples grow hard under my touch, her back arching slightly as she struggled to hold back a moan.

"You’re distracted," I muttered in a low, gravelly voice, my lips grazing her ear. My cock, already stiff and throbbing, pressed firmly against her ass—a constant reminder of the pleasure I could provide and the dominance I held.

Angela bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as my fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them just enough to force a gasp from her lungs. "Dexter..." she breathed, her voice airy, "we’re on a mission—"

"And yet," I growled, my hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh as my fingers moved toward the heat between her legs, "you’re soaking for me." My cock pulsed against her, demanding her attention.

She let out a whimper, her hips shifting instinctively as she ground herself against me. "You’re impossible," she panted, though her voice held no real resistance—only pure need.

I gave a dark laugh, my fingers tightening on her nipple and twisting with more force this time. Angela jolted, a soft cry escaping her lips. "You love it," I whispered, my teeth grazing her earlobe before I bit down just hard enough to make her whimper again.

"Dexter—!" she hissed, her fingers bunching up my shirt as her body trembled. I slid my hand underneath her top, cupping her bare breast and flicking my thumb over her rigid nipple.

"Shhh," I growled, my other hand swinging around to deliver a sharp slap to her ass. The crack echoed through the cabin, and Angela jumped, a moan tearing from her throat.

"Fuck—!" she gasped, her body arching as I struck her again, lower this time, my fingers brushing the wet warmth of her pussy.

"You’re dripping," I growled, my cock twitching as I ground it into her backside. "And we haven't even arrived yet."

Angela’s breathing turned into ragged gasps. Her body shook as I pinched her nipple and twisted, biting her lip when she tried to protest. My teeth sank into the soft flesh, tugging slightly before letting go, leaving her breathless and desperate.

"You bastard," she whispered, but her voice was heavy with lust, her hips rolling against me as she silently begged for more.

I grinned, sliding my hand between her thighs until my fingers pressed against her drenched panties. "And yet, you’re begging for it," I murmured, my fingers rubbing slow, intentional circles over her clit.

Angela moaned, her frame shuddering as her fingers dug into my thighs. "Dexter, please—" she pleaded, her voice cracking.

"Please, what?" I growled. My fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her underwear, and I pushed two of them deep into her tight pussy. Angela cried out, her back arching as her body clamped down around my fingers.

"Do you want me to fuck you right here?" I whispered into her ear, my voice low and rough. The thought of burying myself inside her, filling her up while Lisa drove—whether she was oblivious or not—sent a surge of excitement through me.

Angela flushed a deep red, her fingers clutching my shirt tightly. "Lisa is watching," she whispered, her voice a mix of shame and desire. "How could I even look at her?"

I chuckled and pulled my hand away from her breast, releasing her for the time being. "Then perhaps you should behave yourself," I murmured, glancing at the rearview mirror. Lisa’s face was crimson, her grip on the wheel tightening as her breathing became uneven. Oh, she had definitely heard every word.

Angela shifted beside me, still trembling with her cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, her eyes darting between Lisa and me, caught between embarrassment and arousal.

The following three hours were spent in a heavy silence, broken only by the steady hum of the engine. The green tint in the sky grew more intense and vivid, its rhythmic pulsing casting a strange, eerie light over the terrain. The rift was clearly visible now—a jagged tear in the sky, shimmering with unnatural energy as if the fabric of reality was being ripped apart.

"Stop the car," I commanded, my voice slicing through the quiet. Lisa nodded and pulled over to the shoulder. As the engine died, the sudden silence felt heavy, leaving only the faint, distant hum of the rift’s power.

I climbed out, my boots crunching against the parched earth, my eyes locked onto the pulsing anomaly above us. Angela and Lisa followed, their faces displaying a combination of wonder and dread.

"We’ll cover the rest of the distance on foot," I stated firmly. "Stay close to me. And keep an eye out for anything... unexpected."