Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 349: Mira’s Plea for a Gun

Mira's gaze shot upward, filled with sheer terror. "What in the world was that?!" she cried out, her tone breaking sharply. Hailey gripped Nicole's arm hard, nails biting into skin while she whirled about, breaths erupting in frantic bursts. "Oh God, oh God, oh God—"

Paul wasted no time. He drew his pistol swiftly from the holster, fingers firm even as dread carved lines on his features. "All of you, form up back to back! Right now!" he commanded, his words slicing past the turmoil.

Bill and Jack shifted without delay, creating a compact ring shielding the women, stares fixed on the surrounding foliage. "Where's that damn thing?!" Jack snarled, knuckles whitening, frame tensed like a bowstring set to snap.

And then the lion pounced.

It exploded from the bushes like a fiend taking shape, its enormous bulk a streak of golden pelt and surging power. The twisted black horns atop its skull caught the filtered light, eerie and warped as if from a fever dream. Those amber eyes fixed unblinkingly on Paul, marking him as the target, the impending kill.

Paul scarcely managed to lift his firearm.

The lion's maw gaped open, fangs exposed in a drooling growl. It sprang forward, huge claws churning soil as it barreled into Paul with unstoppable momentum.

His pistol spun away, sliding over the earth while a horrifying yell escaped him. The beast's jaws locked onto his limb, grinding through bone and shredding meat effortlessly. Paul's cry morphed into a ragged, strangled wail as the lion thrashed its head savagely, tearing the leg free in a gruesome, moist snap.

"PAUL!" Bill bellowed, tone ragged from disbelief and dread. He fumbled for his sidearm, yet the lion pressed on.

With one last ferocious jerk, it hurled Paul's mangled form aside, his howls fading to pained mewls upon impact. Crimson arcs splattered the soil, shiny and ominous, while the lion swung its stare toward Bill and Jack.

The pair stood rigid.

The lion offered no opening. It unleashed a ground-rumbling bellow, body winding tight before launching ahead.

Bill and Jack hardly turned in time as the creature descended, talons slashing wildly. Bill dodged aside, tumbling clear while the lion's strike ripped empty air where he'd stood moments before.

Jack fared worse. The lion's bulk smashed him against a trunk, impact echoing sickly as he crumpled down, the beast whirling back with rage in its glare.

"RUN!" Bill yelled to the women, throat raw from fright. Mira, Hailey, and Nicole required no urging.

The lion shifted focus to them.

Its amber gaze pinned the fresh quarry, and with a snarl that iced their blood anew, it surged after them.

The women shrieked, tones shrill and pleading as they pivoted and fled, soles slamming the ground. The lion pursued relentlessly, its huge frame closing fast with horrifying agility, huffs steaming as it drove them onward like hunted game.

Heading directly our way.

I observed, a chill grin forming on my mouth as Mira, Hailey, and Nicole burst into sight, visages drained of color from fear, stares blank and frantic. The lion's thunderous calls rang out behind, propelling them on, its colossal shadow unyielding at their backs.

Angela and Lisa remained rooted near me, expressions warped by astonishment and a shadow of something more ominous—almost gleeful—as Mira, Hailey, and Nicole staggered closer.

The trio could hardly remain upright, bosoms rising and falling rapidly, garments plastered with perspiration and grime.

Hailey's cheeks bore tear tracks, her bulging, frightened eyes flicking toward the woods, inhalations jagged and frenzied. Nicole clasped her hand firmly, her own complexion ashen, mouth a quivering slit.

I shaped my face into worry, forehead creasing while advancing. "What happened out there?" I called to Hailey, allowing my tone to waver with pretended alarm.

Hailey offered no reply. Words failed her. Her focus stayed on the treeline, form quaking as she murmured in fragments, "The lion... it's here..." Her words broke into weeping, frame shuddering while Nicole drew her in, eyes brimming yet dry.

Mira wore utter anguish, flesh gleaming with moisture, locks matted to her brow. She faced me, tone scraped by alarm. "Dexter... you've got a firearm, haven't you? Please—" Her reaching fingers shook. "Hand it over. I require it."

I paused briefly, thoughts whirling. The weapon on me wasn't ordinary—it served as my magical tool, able to alter shapes. Revealing that to her was impossible. Not at this stage. Rather, I accessed my storage and withdrew the new gun I'd acquired from the Supermarket Store using 5,000 Pervert Points. Sleek in design, practical in use, and—crucially—non-magical.

I placed it in Mira's grasp. "Take this. Use it."

She spared it no glance. Fingers clamped around the handle, joints paling from pressure. "Thanks," she gasped, sound faint. Then, swift as thought, she spun away, posture rigid for flight.

I seized her arm, hold unyielding. "Hold on—what's happening? Where do you think you're headed?!"

Mira wrenched loose, glare blending terror and resolve. "I thanked you, Dexter," she retorted, voice quivering yet resolute. "No need to fret—Officer Megan will cover the ammo costs."

She ignored any comeback. Turning to Nicole and Hailey, her look eased a touch. "Nicole, guide Hailey back. Immediately." Command laced her words. Then to Hailey, eyes blazing with unshakeable vow that chilled my flesh. "Hailey... I'll return your dad to you. That's my promise."

Hailey released a strangled cry, yet Nicole assented, hugging the younger one tight. "Mom, wait—!" Nicole began, but Mira dashed off, figure blurring as she raced to the woods—toward the lion, toward peril.

I tracked her departure, mouth corners lifting. This woman grows ever more captivating.

I inquired of Nicole, tone laced with care, "Nicole... what went down? Could you—would you describe what's lurking there?"

Nicole detailed the full ordeal of the lion's assault.

I twisted my features into dismay, thoughts churning. "That's awful," I grumbled, head wagging in mock astonishment. I glanced at Angela and Lisa, who grasped my act. Amusement danced in their eyes, but they joined the pretense, mirroring my staged worry.

I faced Nicole again, words pressing. "Stay here with Angela and Lisa. I'll go after Mira."

Before objections arose, I bolted, boots thudding soil as I trailed Mira's route. I felt the Mountain Lion's presence—it had forsaken pursuing Jack and Bill, primal urges drawing it my way. But its role lay elsewhere. Not this instant.

I issued a wordless order, intent piercing its consciousness sharply. "Return now. Guard Angela and the rest. Lead them to the base—without drawing notice."