Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 355: Do You Want Me Suck Out The Poison?

Mira's cheeks ignited in a fiery red, shame flooding her features. She loathed my intense stare, my glimpse of her vulnerability—yet my taunts sliced even sharper. The jabs at her form, the hint that she was undesirable, twisted her insides. The slick moisture between her legs registered clearly, her frame pulsing with need even through her fury.

"Did it bite you... there?" My question came out in a teasing whisper, my stare fixing on the area between her thighs. My shaft pulsed hard against my belly, pre-cum dripping steadily along its length, yet I maintained a derisive, harsh edge in my voice. "Right on that dirty little clit?"

Mira's flush intensified, her scowl fierce enough to shatter stone. Yet when her gaze snapped to meet mine, it wavered briefly—only a moment—toward the heavy, pulsing shaft of my erection. "P-Pervert!" she stuttered, her tone quivering. "S-Stop looking!"

I drew in a dramatic breath of feigned surprise, my palm pressing to my heart. "It bit you there?!" My eyes drifted downward once more, pausing on how her thighs clenched tight, as though concealment could erase the evidence. "Oh no, no, no—what if it's venomous?" I wagged my head, infusing my words with pretend alarm.

"You might need someone to... suck the venom out." The suggestion sparked a surge of wicked craving in me, saliva pooling as I pictured my face pressed between her thighs, savoring her, claiming her. Still, I twisted my expression into revulsion, sneering.

"Ugh. No. I'd rather die than put my mouth on something so disgusting." I snorted, my gaze sweeping over her once again. "God, Mira, you're dripping. Do you ever clean yourself down there? Or do you just let it all fester?"

Mira's form went rigid, her fists balling up tightly. "Motherf—!" she growled, her voice quaking with anger. "It's not poisonous, you sick fuck!" Her bosom rose and fell rapidly, breaths ragged and frantic. "And—and who asked you to suck anything?! I'd die before I let you touch me!"

I grinned slyly, my eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Oh, come on, Mira. Don't be like that." I edged forward gradually, my tone shifting to a deep, menacing murmur.

"You know you want it. Look at you—you're soaking. That poor little clit is throbbing, isn't it?" My stare fell low again, dwelling on her twitching fingers, as if she yearned to shield herself but found the will lacking. "Bet you're aching for someone to touch you. To lick you. To fuck you until you scream."

Mira's breathing faltered, her frame quivering. "S-Shut up!" she snapped, though her words carried little force, her gaze flicking aside from mine.

I let out a sinister chuckle, my voice laced with biting humor. "What's wrong, Mira?" I advanced another pace, my shaft jerking as I observed her wriggle, her body shaking from a blend of wrath and a perilously deeper urge.

"Too ashamed to admit it?" My eyes trailed across her leisurely, intently, pausing on her hardening nipples beneath my scrutiny, the clench of her thighs attempting to conceal the glossy, engorged sign of her desire.

"Or are you just disgusted with yourself?" I curled my lip in feigned sympathy. "Because I am." My gaze roamed her form anew, halting on the shadowed, moist curls at her thighs, the sheen of her folds in the fire's glow. "Look at you. Pathetic."

Mira's gaze blazed with anger, yet under the fury lurked another spark—something primal, ravenous. "F-Fuck you!" she whispered harshly, her tone frail, her body shuddering.

She retreated a step, her eyes flashing to the heap of garments she'd discarded on the earth before. Her digits flexed, poised as if to grab them and veil her exposure.

"Don’t wear them." My command rang low, threaded with mirth.

Mira halted, her breath catching. "Bastard," she hissed, her voice unsteady. "Am I supposed to just stand here and let you defile me?!" Her hands balled into fists, nails biting into her skin.

I smirked, my words oozing mock worry. "Go ahead. Wear them." I gestured at her abandoned attire, my eyes shining with sadistic glee.

"But don’t forget—you threw them on the ground. Who knows how many ants might be clinging to them now?" I allowed the idea to settle, noting her pallor deepen.

"I’d hate for you to put them on and end up with more bites..." My tone slid into a mocking whisper. "Especially in delicate places."

Mira's breath snagged, her eyes flaring wide with dread. She eyed her clothes, then me, her face a storm of rage and alarm. "Y-You’re lying!" she faltered, though doubt weakened her protest.

She recognized the truth in my words. The flames danced across the cloth, and briefly, she envisioned it—small ants scurrying over her flesh, nipping anew, right there.

I lifted my shoulders indifferently, as if I hadn't ensnared her. "Maybe. Maybe not." I closed the distance further, my erection pulsing while I beheld her inner conflict. "But do you really want to risk it?" My eyes lowered to her core again, my voice growing ominous.

"Imagine it, Mira. Another bite... right on that sensitive little clit. Would you moan again?" My lips twisted into a grin.

Mira's face scorched red, her form quaking as if torn between wrath and a far riskier pull. "I—I hate you," she murmured, scarcely above a breath, her gaze skittering from mine like a trapped beast.

She gulped deeply, her fingers knotting at her sides before she compelled her posture upright, her jaw set in a vain show of resistance. "Fine," she bit out, her voice wavering. "But we both turn around. Now."

I arched a brow, my grin widening as I directed my stare pointedly to my pulsing erection. "What?" I drawled lazily, amusement thick in my tone. "I thought you liked what you saw."

Mira's breath stuttered, humiliation and distress overwhelming her features. "W-Who would like that filthy thing?!" she stuttered, her flush growing as she looked away. "J-Just cut it off!"

I released a deep, scornful chuckle, my fingers encircling my shaft for a languid, intentional caress. "Hmph. Why do I smell something sour?" I cocked my head, teasing. "Don’t tell me you’re jealous?" My grin sharpened viciously.

"Big cock like this must be intimidating for someone used to a tiny little man, huh?" I let the taunt linger, observing her features contort. "Bet your husband can’t even go deeper than three inches, can he?"

Mira's whole frame stiffened, her breaths sharp and frantic. "H-How do you know?!" The outburst escaped her unchecked, her eyes bulging in dismay at her unintended revelation.

I tilted my head back in laughter, the resonant, merciless sound ringing into the darkness. "Oh, Mira," I murmured victoriously, triumph saturating my voice. "You just confirmed it." I stepped nearer, my shaft twitching as I saw her twist uncomfortably. "Three inches? Pathetic." My eyes scanned her deliberately, unhurried. "No wonder you’re aching for something real."