Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 337: The Snake’s Gift to Bill

Without awaiting her response, I drew Angela nearer, encircling her waist with my arm, and began advancing toward the spot where Mira and her companions had vanished among the trees. The whisper of foliage and faint echoes of their conversation led the way, as the woodland enveloped their forms while they ventured further in.

Lisa's words sliced through the quiet, keen and insightful. "Boss... they're heading straight for where we left our vehicle."

I halted, facing her, a gradual and scheming smirk forming on my lips. "Oh?"

She inclined her head, amusement sparkling in her gaze. "Yeah. And here's the amusing part—" she folded her arms, her voice light yet tinged with a shadowy undertone, "—we didn't abandon it without contents."

I arched a brow, my tone steady and inquisitive. "What exactly is stored in the vehicle?"

Lisa flashed a grin, counting items on her fingers as if reciting a shopping list. "Boss, you know we travel light on outings..." She hesitated, her grin broadening with awareness. "But this trip? Destination unknown." Her eyes darted to mine, shining brightly.

"So, for readiness... I stashed various weapons in the trunk." She listed them deliberately. "Guns. Knives. Some explosives—for emergencies." She lifted her shoulders casually. "Plus food. Plenty of it. Medical kits as well. Sufficient to sustain us for some time."

A genuine smile crept across my face this time—leisurely, content, and perilous. "Good girl."

We quickened our pace, narrowing the gap to Mira's group. They spotted our approach and Mira pivoted, her eyes squinting as we drew near. "Why are you trailing us?" she snapped, her tone biting and blaming.

I laughed softly, shaking my head, my voice laced with ridicule. "We're not trailing you..." I opened my palms, feigning purity. "We're simply heading the same way."

"Yeah, that's it," I smirked, mischief twinkling in my eyes.

Their wariness was evident in their stares—the tension in their postures, the subtle shifts of their hands, poised for action. But it meant nothing to me. Let fear grip them. Let uncertainty plague their minds.

We pressed on, surrounded by dense woods, with only the snap of twigs beneath our feet and far-off bird calls breaking the hush. Abruptly, I spotted it. A stir in the bushes, a shimmer of scales catching the sun's rays. A serpent, poised to strike, its form merging with the earthy ground.

Bill led the way, oblivious, his boots grinding fallen leaves as he advanced. The snake lunged, its head weaving briefly before whipping forward. Its venomous teeth plunged into Bill's calf, piercing deeply.

Bill unleashed a shrill cry, "AAAAAHHHH—!" He gripped his leg, his features contorting in torment as he tumbled down.

Mira spun around, her complexion draining of color in alarm. "Bill! What happened?!"

Bill seized his leg, his words a frightened sob, frantic. "Snake... It—it bit me! It hurts—!" His breaths arrived in ragged bursts, sweat beading on his skin, his heart pounding while the toxin surged.

Paul sprang into motion, dropping to his knees by Bill's side, his fingers probing the wound. "Let me check it..." His tone remained composed and professional, though his eyes betrayed worry and haste. He tugged aside the cloth of Bill's trousers, exposing the dual punctures, now inflamed, flushed, and seeping a slender trail of blood.

Paul glanced upward, his eyes scanning the group in plea. "Anyone got something—fabric, cord, whatever? I must tourniquet it, to halt the venom's progress!"

Silence reigned. No one uttered a word. No one stirred.

Then—

Mira hastily shed her jacket, baring the top underneath. In a rush of anxiety, she undid the buttons, her hands shaking. The garment parted, unveiling her black lace bra, snug and taut over her ample, weighty breasts.

Briefly, her décolletage lay bare, profound and alluring, her flesh radiant in the filtered light. She paid it no mind. She flung the shirt to Paul. "Here! Use this!" she barked, her voice urgent and wild.

Paul snatched it, swiftly securing it firmly above the injury on Bill's leg. Mira shrugged her jacket back on, though not before I glimpsed her stiffened nipples, prominent beneath the sheer bra material.

She fastened the zipper, yet the view lingered—her bosom still outlined, straining the jacket's closure, on the verge of bursting free.

Bill moaned, his visage ashen, his frame quaking as the poison ravaged him. Paul labored with speed, binding the shirt securely, his grip firm amid the pressure. "We have to immobilize him," he grumbled, his words strained. "If the toxin advances—"

Mira dropped to her knees near her boy, her palms fluttering above him, uncertain. "Will he pull through?" she breathed, her tone fracturing.

Paul offered no reply. None was needed.

I observed, entertained, with arms folded. A diverting spectacle. Yet pointless. Bill's doom was set—barring our intervention.

And at this moment?

I had no inclination to act as rescuer.

I looked toward Angela and Lisa, their grins mirroring my own. "Well," I whispered, my voice hushed, "things just turned intriguing."

Lisa beamed, her gaze alight. "You're not planning to aid them?"

I lifted my shoulders, my grin icy. "Why should I?" I nodded at Bill, his form spasming, his expression warped in suffering. "This? This is how nature culls the frail."

Angela laughed lowly, her voice a sinister murmur. "And should he perish?"

I faced her, my eyes flashing. "Then Mira gains a harsh truth." My words rang absolute, resolute. "The wilderness spares no thought for parent or child. It claims its due."

Mira gripped Bill's hand, tears cascading over her cheeks, her voice splintering in despair. "What do we do next?" Her eyes flitted from Paul to Nicole, seeking salvation, optimism, any lifeline for her child.

Nicole remained rooted, her features drained, her stare vast with terror as she beheld her sibling's seizures, his inhalations feeble, his body drenched in perspiration. "Mom..." Her whisper quivered, adrift.

Paul let out a sharp breath, raking fingers through his locks, his expression etched with futility. "We can merely pray," he said softly, his tone constricted, burdened.

"Pray the serpent's venom isn't fatal..." He faltered, his sight shifting to Bill's bloated limb, the bound shirt now damp with sweat and blood. "If antivenom can be located..." Desperation colored his words, "We can certainly rescue him."

Mira raised her head, her gaze frenzied, hysterical. "How do we obtain it out here?!" Her cry shattered, hoarse with dread. "We're lost in isolation! Nothing exists nearby!"

Nicole's expression brightened abruptly, her words piercing the turmoil sharply. "Mom!" She clutched Mira's arm, nails pressing deep.

"I spotted an ambulance..." Her phrases spilled rapidly, insistent. "During yesterday's supply run... It sat by the open area! If antivenom's anywhere, it's in that!"

Mira's eyes expanded, a spark of possibility kindling within. "You're certain?" she queried, her voice unsteady.

Nicole bobbed her head vigorously. "Yes! I saw it! The red cross marked the side!"

Paul rose, his features hardened with resolve. "Then we head there." He addressed Mira, his tone decisive. "We transport Bill. Immediately."