Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 350: Paul’s Critical Situation

I reached Mira just in time. She pushed forward with wild haste, her boots snapping branches and crunching foliage underfoot, her breaths ragged and erratic.

I seized her arm, my grip firm enough to halt her progress. My words cut through the air, edged with irritation and pretended worry.

"How can you be so incredibly stupid?!" I barked, my hold strengthening as I twisted her around to meet my gaze. "Are you really attempting to get yourself slaughtered?! Do you even realize the dangers lurking here?!"

Mira’s gaze flared with anger and despair as she wrenched her arm loose. "What in the world are you doing here, Dexter?!" she shot back, her tone quivering yet intense. "This has nothing to do with you!"

I grinned slyly, my voice oozing feigned anxiety. "Oh, but it absolutely does. I can’t allow my future slave to squander her life before I savor her submission, can I?"

Mira’s features contorted in revulsion, her words hushed and poisonous. "I’ll never become your slave. Never."

I rolled my eyes, my grin unwavering. "Alright, sure, believe what you want. But could you at least stop behaving like a fool?" I waved my arms dramatically at the thick underbrush, my pitch escalating.

"Whatever’s prowling out there isn’t a mere pet you can chase off with a stick! It’s a lion—a beast—and even armed with a gun, bringing it down won’t be simple! You’ll only end up shredded!"

Mira ignored me completely. She pivoted away, her chin thrust forward, her frame rigid with resolve. I let out a frustrated breath, shaking my head, yet I trailed after her. It wasn’t long before the open space appeared—and along with it, the horrific scene of Paul’s battered form.

He lay crumpled on the ground, his leg twisted into a horrific ruin, fresh blood seeping from the torn gash. His complexion was ghostly, his breaths faint and irregular. Unconscious, yet the subtle lift of his torso indicated he still held onto existence—by a thread.

Mira sank to her knees next to him, her fingers swiftly working the buttons of her coat. My stare sharpened. No way. If she stripped that off, she’d stand there in just her undergarment, and given how I responded to her presence, I’d snap and take her right then and there. That couldn’t occur. Not in this place. Not at this moment.

I surged ahead, my fingers clamping her wrist before she could loosen another fastener. "Here," I commanded brusquely, already slipping off my jacket. I shoved it toward her, my command brooking no debate. "Use this. Now."

Mira paused, her glance darting from me to the garment. For a moment, I figured she’d reject it, but she grabbed it instead, her hands hurriedly wrapping it around Paul’s injury.

The cloth turned crimson in seconds, drenched in blood, though the flow began to ebb. Paul’s torso heaved feebly, his heartbeat thready, his flesh damp and colorless.

In the meantime, I spotted the gun Paul had lost... so I picked it up...

Mira’s murmur was faint, heavy with fear. "He’s hemorrhaged too much... Without aid, he won’t survive..."

I folded my arms, my face impassive, bordering on uncaring. "He’s past help, Mira. Abandon him. We should return."

Mira’s head jerked up, her stare igniting with wrath. "You’re nothing but a spineless wretch," she snarled, her words quaking with fury. "A weakling too terrified to act honorably!"

I merely smiled, agreeing as if her barbs meant nothing. "Sure, sure, you’ve got me there," I replied, sarcasm thick in my voice.

"But here’s the thing—I bet I’ll outlast everyone in this mess, coward and weakling that I am. Not like certain people charging into peril as if it’s a grand, tragic saga."

Mira’s fists balled up, her tone fracturing. "What would you understand?! My kin are still somewhere out there! Jack and Bill—they split off to lure the lion away! I have no clue if they’re safe! I don’t know if they’re—" Her speech broke, tears welling in her eyes.

I let out a sigh, my manner easing to seem somewhat sensible. "Your spouse flies planes, doesn’t he? He’s trained for survival. Knows first aid basics, how to navigate, that sort of thing. He’s no bumbling fool. He’ll manage."

I pointed at the fading light overhead, the sun dipping low and stretching eerie shadows over the earth. "Nightfall’s closing in, Mira. What’s your strategy? Stumbling through the blackness, shouting their names like you’re inviting trouble? That’s a surefire way to become dinner."

Mira gulped, my advice apparently calming her frenzy a touch. Yet her jaw remained clenched, her posture defiant. She wouldn’t yield. "I’m going after them," she declared, her resolve unshakeable.

I observed as she carefully repositioned Paul, leaning him against a close tree’s bark. His head drooped sideways, his breaths meager, his body coated in perspiration. She secured the jacket over his leg, her actions precise amid the anguish in her gaze.

I blew out a harsh breath, thoughts churning. Alright. If she insisted on heroism, so be it. But I wouldn’t permit her to derail my intentions.

I’d shadow her. I’d observe. And at the perfect moment, I’d strike.

Mira halted suddenly, her stance firming as she faced me. Her eyes were puffy and sore, her words hoarse yet determined. "Head back if you want," she said, nodding at Paul’s limp body. "Take him to camp. I’ll locate my family."

I refused without pause. I shook my head, my reply blunt and firm. "I’m not hauling him. Let him perish. He’s irrelevant to me." I advanced, my eyes fixing on hers, my tone lowering to a purposeful rumble. "You alone matter to me, Mira."

Her face warped, revulsion and anger surging across it. "You’re a ruthless monster," she lashed out, her voice shuddering with indignation. She spun back to Paul, her tone gentling, infused with remorse and grief.

"I’m sorry, Paul... I can’t assist you now." Her hand grazed his arm briefly, the contact light.

"I must search for Jack and Bill. Thanks... for all of it." Her voice splintered, and she forced down a lump, tears shining. "If misfortune strikes you before I come back... Know that I’ll look after Hailey. I swear it."