Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 351: Mira’s Unseen Predator

Previously on Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks...

Dexter intercepted Mira as she charged recklessly through the underbrush toward the site of a lion attack, berating her for endangering herself amid the unseen threats. They discovered Paul gravely wounded, his leg torn and bleeding profusely, barely clinging to consciousness. Mira attempted to bind his injury with her jacket, but Dexter intervened, handing over his own while secretly pocketing Paul's dropped gun. Insisting her husband Jack and brother-in-law Bill had scattered to distract the beast, Mira refused to abandon the search despite Dexter's cold warnings of impending nightfall and urged him to carry Paul back alone. Dexter rebuffed her, declaring his sole interest in her, as Mira tearfully left Paul propped against a tree, vowing to care for his daughter Hailey if he perished.

She spun around then, her frame rigid with tension, her pace hastening until she vanished amid the deepening gloom of the woods.

For a brief instant, I observed her retreat, maintaining a blank look on my face. Moments later, I started following her, letting my words convey a hint of worry that seemed genuine. "You’re making a mistake," I shouted toward her, shaking my head. "But if you’re so set on wasting your life, I suppose I can’t hold you back."

Mira offered no reply. Not even a backward glance. She simply pressed on, her stance stiff, her attention fixed ahead.

I trailed behind, my gaze keen, my awareness sharpened. Nightfall stirred the woods with vivid noises—whispering foliage, far-off calls, the sporadic crack of branches beneath feet. Yet my thoughts wandered elsewhere. Schemes formed in my head, plans took shape, and expectations built.

How much further will you venture, Mira?

How soon until you grasp that you're the prey in this chase?

A chilly grin crept across my mouth as my fingers swiped through the World Map feature in my system. The luminous screen showed Jack and Bill's positions as separate crimson markers—one alarmingly distant, the other far nearer.

Bill was surely the one pursued by the lion, I pondered. Jack, though, remained close by. My stare sharpened while tracking Mira's resolute steps. She aimed directly for Jack's spot, and that simply wouldn't suit. Not one bit.

Reunion between them had to be prevented. For now.

Acting swiftly, I seized Mira's wrist, holding it steadily without harshness. "Did you catch the direction they took?" I inquired, injecting my tone with pretended haste.

Mira pulled her arm away sharply, her gaze sparking with annoyance. "I saw them fleeing this path," she replied, her words clipped. "But Jack instructed Bill to head another way. I'm certain."

I nodded deliberately, like assembling scattered clues. Next, I gestured at some subtle footprints in the soil—not toward Jack, but Bill's trail. "See here," I urged, sounding persuasive. "Footprints. They headed off this way."

Mira's eyes traced my pointing finger, her features hardening with optimism. She raised no doubts. Instead, she began advancing, her strides speeding up along the traces.

I checked the World Map once more, a sly curl forming on my lips as I steered her progressively distant from Jack's position. The crimson markers shifted on the display—Jack's had combined with Paul's. He located him, I noted. And now, he bore Paul toward the camp.

Ideal.

Mira remained oblivious. Her concentration stayed locked on the path, her breaths sharp and resolute. The surrounding woods thickened, the gloom stretching as daylight faded beyond the treetops. The atmosphere hung heavy with moist soil and evergreen aromas, an owl's call resounding faintly among the branches.

My focus stayed on the map, thoughts churning rapidly. Bill's marker draws nearer. Excitement twisted inside me, keen and charged. Mira strode straight into my snare, utterly unaware.

I looked her way, face kept impassive. "We're closing in," I murmured softly.

Mira stayed silent. She merely continued forward, her form taut, her intent unyielding.

Yet darkness soon engulfed everything ... and visibility vanished entirely.

The woods had devoured the final traces of light, trapping us in oppressive void. The atmosphere brimmed with wet ground and conifer smells, the quiet pierced solely by faint stirrings of hidden beasts. Mira halted suddenly, her breathing catching as she faced me, her tone strained. "Don’t you have a lighter?"

I acted without delay. Through a swift thought, I acquired a lighter for 30 Pervert Points

from the Supermarket Store and handed it over. "Here."

Mira struggled briefly until a spark pierced the night. The yellowish light threw strange patterns on the nearby trunks, revealing the trail's basic shapes of roots and stones.

The glow played over Mira's silhouette as she led on, her hips shifting gently with each careful stride. I stayed right behind, my sight following the faint sway of her form, how her attire stuck in the muggy evening breeze.

Still, the lighter barely helped trace the prints. The ground lay cluttered with foliage, sticks, and churned dirt. I clasped Mira's wrist again, my hold secure yet gentle. "We shouldn't proceed like this," I stated evenly and quietly. "Not amid such blackness. We'd lose our way, making the search tougher."

Mira let out a frustrated breath, her posture easing only a touch. She recognized the truth in my words. "So what now?" she questioned, irritation coloring her speech.

I responded instantly. "We'll seek a spot to halt. Resume at dawn when sight returns properly."

Mira paused, her glance darting into the shadows as though summoning her kin. Yet she understood, like me, that blind pursuit would worsen matters. With reluctance, she agreed, her chin set firm.

I accessed the World Map in my system, enlarging our area. My attention fixed on a gentle rise to the left—a flat height, the display indicated. "Try this route," I suggested, indicating. "Notice the subtle upward slope? Shelter could be there."

Mira voiced no objection. She simply trailed along, the wavering light throwing extended shades as we progressed. Upon arrival, I concealed my glee. The height formed more than a mere bump—it was a natural cave, tucked amid twin stone clusters, with a tiny stream flowing within. Flawless.

"This should suffice," I declared steadily while entering. The interior stayed arid, surfaces even, the area fitting us both snugly. I collected parched branches from nearby, sparking a modest blaze atop leaf bedding with the lighter. The fire popped alive, spreading cozy radiance through the cavern.

Mira observed me at length, flames mirrored in her gaze. At last, in a soft voice, she remarked, "You’re not so bad after all."

I offered no words. Instead, I grinned inwardly, the fire's flicker shining in my eyes.

Oh, Mira.

You haven't a clue.