Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 336: Megan’s Survival Lessons

Rays from the rising sun sliced through the thick foliage above, scattering spotted patterns of light across the open space. Freshness hung in the air, the woods buzzing with far-off bird cries and the whisper of branches. Megan rose high, her outfit remaining sharp amid the turmoil, her words slicing past the low talks of the gathered people.

"Okay, everyone, pay attention!" she shouted, hands planted on her sides, her manner brooking no debate. "We all understand our predicament. Supplies are running short, and we can’t simply linger here hoping for a miracle."

She halted briefly, her eyes scanning the assembly, pausing on those whose features showed the deepest need. "Here’s the plan. We divide into teams of five. Every team heads in a separate path—northward, southward, eastward, westward—and hunts for any kind of food."

A fellow up front, his cheeks hollow from starvation, lifted his arm. "Officer, what happens if we come up empty?"

Megan’s face stayed steady. "We search on," she answered, her tone solid. "But we’ll discover provisions. This place is a woodland. Fruits, tubers, seeds—there’s bound to be something. And with fortune, we’ll spot a stream and catch some fish."

A lady with a youngster gripping her calf voiced her worry, her words shaky. "What about getting turned around? What if danger strikes us in the wild?"

Megan breathed out, her approach easing a touch. "Then stay as a unit," she instructed, locking eyes with the lady. "Nobody ventures solo. And should you uncover supplies—any at all—haul them back to camp. We divide them. Fairly."

Whispers rippled through the throng, a few heads bobbing in uneasy consent, while others traded anxious looks, their dread and doubt thickening the atmosphere like a heavy mist. Megan’s command broke the hesitation, strong and authoritative, as she sought to inspire the frantic bunch. "No options here, folks. We unite in effort, or we go hungry."

I rested back against a trunk, limbs folded, observing the scene play out. Beside me, Angela and Lisa lingered, their mouths twisted in sly grins. No need for me to set Megan straight. Let her act the savior. Let her believe she held the reins. It meant nothing to me.

All at once, the assembly broke into clusters, their talk blending jittery buzz with pretended resolve. I spotted Mira, Nicole, and Bill joining forces with the physician—Paul—and his kid, Hailey. They clustered close, faces drawn tight, stances stiff from terror.

I strode toward them, my footwear snapping over parched foliage. They glanced up, eyes flaring a bit at my nearness. Panic showed in their looks, their forms bracing like they awaited danger.

I turned my attention to the physician, my speech even, nearly warm. "Greetings. I’m Dexter." I waved toward Angela and Lisa. "Meet Angela, my spouse. And here’s Lisa."

Paul seemed reluctant to chat, yet courtesy—or alarm—compelled his reply. "Paul," he grumbled, his tone strained. He nodded at the young one by his side, who held his limb like a buoy. "And this is my daughter, Hailey."

I inclined my head, my view passing over the cluster. "Wise decision, linking with a healer." My words stayed casual, yet my stare was keen, evaluating. "He’ll prove vital if trouble brews."

Mira fidgeted, her limbs folding across her front. "We’re only aiming to endure," she stated, her manner resolute, though her gaze revealed her unease.

I laughed lightly, lifting my shoulders. "Isn’t that the goal for everyone?" My look held on her briefly, then moved to Nicole and Bill. "You pair, watch your steps in the wild. The woods spare no mercy for the unwary."

Nicole gulped, her grip clenching the branch in her hand. "We’ll manage," she whispered, her words missing assurance.

Bill edged ahead of her a step, his chin firm, his stare bold. "We can take care of ourselves."

I grinned slyly. "Sure, I get that," I shot back, my voice laced with taunting humor. "But can you deal with the perils lurking beyond?"

Paul let out a quick breath, his tolerance fraying. "No time for games," he barked softly. "We must go now."

I held off pressing further. I retreated a pace, palms up in a sarcastic sign of yielding. "Please, proceed, Doctor. Take charge." My glance darted to Megan, observing from afar, her face a blank. "Only remember—" I stopped, my grin chilling. "When it turns rough, you know my spot."

I observed Mira, Paul, and the rest vanish into the thick woods, their shapes engulfed by the gloom of the giant trunks. The spark of dread in Mira’s eyes stuck with me—fine. Dread preserved lives, or at minimum, it bred wariness.

Megan saw the teams departing, their sounds trailing off into silence. She faced me, her look strained, palm on her weapon. I folded my arms, my speech relaxed, nearly playful.

"Megan, you not joining?"

She avoided my eyes, her focus on the gear stacked at the clearing’s heart. "I’ll remain to guard the goods," she said, her tone steady, yet laced with unease. "Or else, theft could happen."

I dipped my head, a gradual grin creeping over my features. "Clever tactic, Officer." My voice stayed breezy, but my gaze pierced, scheming. "No desire for thieves to claim your stock."

Megan at last met my view, her eyes slitting. "I’m no fool, Dexter." Her words chilled, guarded. "Somebody must watch. Somebody has to prevent chaos."

I laughed, tilting my head. "Ah, Megan," I breathed, my voice sinking to a shadowy hush. "Chaos has already erupted." I pointed to the woodland, to the tear overhead, to the frantic, dispersing bands fading into mystery. "You’re merely staving off the unavoidable."

She gripped her teeth, digits flexing by her sidearm. "And what’s that mean?"

Tension choked the woods, the breeze laden with moist soil and rotting foliage scents. I advanced on Megan, my speech a deep rumble, my stare fixed on hers—icy, relentless, remorseless.

"It means you can’t shield them." My manner sealed it, no debate allowed. "Not against me. Not against their own folly. And definitely not against the threats beyond."