Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 335: Megan and the Monster

A chuckle escaped me as I shrugged my shoulders. "Lucky? Or perhaps clever?" I cocked my head to one side, keeping my grin steady. "You realize you couldn't triumph in that battle, Officer Megan."

Beside me, Angela moved slightly, her mouth twisting into a amused curve, though she remained silent. Lisa, on the other hand, flashed a wide smile, her gaze sparkling under the flames' glow. "He makes sense," she whispered softly, "considering you witnessed him snap a man right in two."

Megan's expression grew stormy, yet she refused to take the lure. She folded her arms across her chest, speaking with resolve. "You pose a threat, Dexter. And trust doesn't come from me toward you."

Leaning ahead, I rested my elbows upon my knees, letting my tone sink into a shadowy rumble. "Excellent." My stare fixed firmly on hers. "Trust from you isn't what I require. Just your absence from my path."

Her eyes met mine without flinching, though I caught the brief spark in them. Was it dread? Interest? Or another emotion entirely?

"Or else what?" she pressed, her words even, though her fingers fidgeted close to her weapon.

Easing back, I let my smirk widen while observing Megan's features contort in irritation. "What are you asking?" she pressed sharply, her voice cutting, her hands balling into tight fists.

Laughter bubbled from me, a low, sinister sound. "Officer, are you foolish?" I angled my head, my gaze shimmering with derisive humor. "Or merely acting the part?" I opened my arms wide, pointing to the disorder surrounding us. "Do you truly believe any rules govern this spot?"

Fire ignited in Megan's eyes, but she stood her ground. "Regardless of this location's nature," she retorted crisply, her tone unwavering, "others could be searching for our whereabouts. The authorities won't abandon us. Rescue forces will arrive before long."

Roaring laughter erupted from me, harsh and scornful, resounding across the chilly darkness. "Haa. Haa. Ha." I brushed away an imaginary droplet from my eye, shaking my head in disbelief. "That's the most ridiculous notion I've encountered." My sight dipped briefly to her bosom on purpose before returning sharply to her features.

"Ever heard the saying, Officer Megan?" I bared my teeth in a smug grin, my words laced with haughty disdain. "Women with big tits have no brain." Another burst of laughter followed, "Haa. Ha. Haa."

Angela and Lisa joined in with soft laughs, their expressions mirroring my own smirk. Heat flooded Megan's cheeks, her jaw locking tight enough to risk shattering her teeth.

"You're repulsive," she spat, her tone quivering from fury.

With a casual lift of my shoulders, my grin persisted. "And you're living in a fantasy." I bent forward, shifting my voice to an icy, unyielding edge. "What do you imagine this realm to be, Megan?" I waved toward the heavens, at the verdant tear throbbing like an injury in existence itself.

"Where signals vanish entirely? Where we tumbled through that tear above?" I halted, pinning her with my stare. "Where death should have claimed us, yet here we remain?"

Megan gulped deeply, her eyes darting to the tear then whipping back to me. "If everyone dropped from the heavens..." she began hesitantly, her words faltering, "then how are we breathing still? Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

Laughter came again from my lips, devoid of any mirth this time. Only stark, brutal honesty lingered. "Oh, Officer Megan," I breathed, my tone a sinister hush. "Strange? I don't find it so." My grin dissolved, giving way to a far more perilous look. "I recognize it as such." I drew nearer, my voice a faint, menacing rumble. "Deep down, you do too."

No words came from her. Yet her wide, doubtful eyes revealed it all.

Realization was dawning upon her.

Inching even closer, my words formed a shadowy, taunting murmur. "We're isolated here, Officer." My gaze held hers, icy and relentless. "Drop the virtuous act... or you'll fall first."

Crimson rose to Megan's skin, her retort slicing through with indignation. "Threatening law enforcement now?!"

A chuckle rumbled from me, my head shaking as though addressing an innocent youth. "Not at all, Megan." My delivery stayed serene, bordering on condescending. "Merely a gentle nudge." I motioned to the throng, their visages warped by terror and despair. "You're already marked." My grin chilled further. "What actions do you suppose they'll take when patience wears thin? When supplies dwindle?"

Her glance shifted to the assembly, her hold on the firearm strengthening. The epiphany was etching itself across her countenance.

"Everyone craves protection," I whispered, amusement saturating my tone. "And now you possess two firearms." Laughter slipped out, deep and ominous. "Heh. Heh. Can't wait to witness the fallout."

Megan's breathing stuttered, her words a stunned hush. "You... You handed me your gun to turn me into bait?!"

Laughter exploded from me once more, my head tilting skyward as the revelation hit home. "Haa. Haa. Foolish lovely." My grin cut like a blade as I reclined, eyeing her horror-stricken collapse. "Did you honestly believe I'd surrender it from pure benevolence?" A shrug accompanied my derisive pitch. "Thriving demands no mercy, Megan. It's all about dominance." My eyes shimmered in the fire's dance. "And you've just emerged as the prime mark."

Pallor drained her complexion, her clutch on the weapon quaking. "You're a beast."

Flames flickered over Megan's visage, her bosom heaving with measured, deep inhalations—her curves pressing fiercely against her uniform's fastenings with each breath. I observed with delight, secretly wishing a button might burst free like a cork from bubbly. Alas, fortune didn't favor it. A pity.

Catching my stare, Megan shielded her chest with crossed arms, shooting daggers at me. "You pervert," she snarled, her voice edged with revulsion.

Response wasn't worth my effort. Rather, I lingered in the quiet, savoring the strain, the pressure, how her thoughts scrambled to grasp her dire straits.

At last, she uttered, blending dread with intrigue in her tone. "What exactly did you do?"

Facing her, my grin turned ominous, hazardous. "I'm a slayer," I declared evenly, almost offhand. "Or assassin, should you fancy the polished term."

Megan's hue faded, her mouth falling open in astonishment. "You... You—" She faltered, her brain grappling with the disclosure. "You're confessing outright? Just... like this?"

With a light chuckle and shrug, I dismissed it lightly. "What's stopping me?" Drawing close, my whisper carried weight. "Arresting me isn't in your power, Officer Megan." My glance strayed to the celestial gash, then returned. "Not in this realm. Not for all time."

She swallowed roughly, her fingers clamping harder on her pistol. "You're deranged."

Grinning broadly, I flung my arms out in ridicule. "While you cling desperately to a vanished reality." My pitch lowered, absolute and frosty. "In this wild, my rule is the sole authority."

Silence met my words from Megan. But her eyes—expanded, hesitant, at last confronting the facts—spoke volumes.