Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 360: Mira’s Heart Wrenching Cry

"Mom—Mom, it won't stop!" Bill's cry escalated into a frightened yell. "It's about to—oh God, it's going to shove me right off!"

Bill retreated until his heels dangled over the brink. Just one additional step, and he would plummet.

Gunshots ripped through its side, shoulder, and rear limb—each strike causing the creature to recoil slightly, yet it pressed on relentlessly. Crimson liquid spurted out. It growled fiercely, advanced steadily, its gaze locked solely on Bill as if nothing else existed.

"Bill—flee! FLEE!" Mira shouted, tears flowing freely, firing off the last rounds. Click. Click. Click. The clip was spent.

The gun slipped from her frozen grasp.

Bill's heels struck the rim. Another step backward, and he would tumble down.

"Mom—!" His shout broke with sheer fright.

Mira dashed ahead—directly at the lion—sobbing uncontrollably.

"No—no—no—Bill—please!"

Mira wept—deep, wrenching sobs bursting from her as she charged toward the lion, arms extended wide, as though raw determination and parental anguish alone could halt a massive killer weighing hundreds of pounds. Her expression twisted in dread and sorrow, tears pouring down, lips parted in an endless cry.

"No—NO—Bill—please—don't—DON'T TOUCH HIM—!"

The lion—following my unspoken order—rose up with a thunderous final roar that shook the ground. It came out like its dying gasp, lungs expelling air in a deep, rumbling call that bounced against the rock faces and sent pebbles tumbling. Its enormous head thrust ahead in an unexpected pounce, mouth agape, fangs gleaming mere inches from Bill's features.

Bill jerked back sharply—raw reflex—and his foot lost grip on the eroding ledge.

He dropped.

Mira's wail pierced the sky—piercing, guttural, primal:

"BILL!!! NO—MY BABY—BILL—NOOOOO!!!"

Moments appeared to stretch out.

I surged into action—power surging through my bloodstream like electric fire, transforming each sinew into tensed iron, every reaction into superhuman speed. I blurred past Mira, feet pounding the earth, pulse racing not in terror but from the flawless rollout of the scheme.

The lion—as planned—crumpled right away, flopping onto its flank with lifeless stare, tongue hanging out, torso rising and falling steadily yet mimicking death so masterfully that it nearly fooled me too.

I arrived at the precipice just in time to prevent Bill's permanent loss. My arm extended swiftly, grip clamping like a clamp on his forearm. He swung there—limbs flailing in the void, stare bulging with utter horror, lips forming a voiceless yell.

"I've got you—hang tight—!"

With a single pull from one arm—tendons straining yet unyielding—I dragged him upward, hauling him across the rim and onto firm terrain. He crumpled down, heaving breaths, body quaking fiercely.

Mira arrived moments after, collapsing to her knees and enveloping him in her embrace.

"Bill—Bill—oh God—my baby—you're safe—you're safe—stay still—stay still—let me check—let me check if you're injured—please—please be alright—!"

Her palms roamed over him desperately—head, limbs, torso, thighs—sobbing with such intensity that her frame trembled.

"Mom—I—I'm fine—I'm fine—Mom—he—he grabbed me—he rescued me—"

I issued another silent directive to the lion, and at my signal, the beast "awoke" once more—hoisting itself up on shaky paws, fur clumped with gore, stare zeroing in on Mira and Bill with savage intent.

Mira's gaze whipped around. New alarm washed over her features.

"No—no—not yet again—Bill—get behind me—!"

I advanced a pace.

"Mira—watch out!"

The lion sprang forward—talons outstretched, maw gaping broadly.

I launched myself at the lion—shoulder crashing into its side with a crack of bone, limbs encircling its sturdy throat like a clamp. We tumbled over the soil in a chaotic mass of hide, nails, and grit.

Though I ensured no wound lingered—flesh mending, frame intact—I acted the role flawlessly: groaning in "agony," allowing my form to slacken briefly, hacking roughly as I rose unsteadily, quivering intentionally as if my stance might collapse.

I glanced up at the overlook where Mira remained rooted, her countenance frozen in dismay.

"Mira... get away... quick...!" I bellowed, tone fracturing with simulated urgency. "I'll keep it at bay—leave—LEAVE!"

The lion—utterly compliant—pounced anew, teeth clashing near my cheek. I "battled" back, thrusting, writhing, permitting our struggle to inch nearer to the drop-off.

Mira's cry split the atmosphere:

"DEXTER—NO—HALT—DEXTER!!!"

Bill's shrill, frantic call blended with it:

"Dexter—don't—! Mom—he's going to drop—!"

We struck the verge.

I thrust once more—forcefully—propelling the lion (and me) beyond the fall.

The landscape spun wildly.

Gusts howled by my ears, whipping at my attire.

Mira's ultimate, shattered howl pursued me downward:

"DEXTER!!! DEXTER—NO—PLEASE—DEXTER!!!"

I released the lion to vanish into the fog beneath—and while airborne, I spun, digits scraping the sheer wall. My fingers latched onto a slim outcrop of stone.

I dangled there effortlessly, form balanced, utterly relaxed, courtesy of my abilities. Yet from under the protrusion, Mira remained blind to my position—able only to catch my words.

I produced a strained moan, projecting it upward clearly.

"Hnngh... no need to fret, Mira... I'm alright... I'm making my way up..."

Though invisible to her, as soon as my words arrived, her cries faltered, then eased somewhat.

"Dexter...?" Her tone quivered, hoarse from emotion and lingering dread. "Dexter—you're—you're still here—?"

I caught the sound of her moving, stones shifting as she flattened herself at the rim.

"Bill—over here fast—assist Dexter up—quick—!"

Bill's response—wobbly, doubtful—followed:

"Mom... why bother rescuing him? He's not—he's not decent..."

A crisp, resounding slap echoed sharply.

"Bill!" Mira's command rang like iron amid her weeping. "He just saved us—saved you! Is that what I raised you to say? Not now—help me haul him once he's close. Got it?"

I grinned against the stone, concealed from sight.

I started ascending—methodically, painstakingly, rendering each motion appear torturous. Groans of exertion. Halts to "regain composure." Several faked missteps where my hold faltered and I emitted sharp winces.

From overhead, Mira's pleas—urgent, beseeching:

"Dexter—hang in there—just a bit further—you're so close—please—please don't slip—!"

Bill grumbled quietly, but Mira barked:

"Bill—lend a hand—immediately!"

I arrived at a spot where, craning my neck, I spotted them—Mira and Bill prone on the ground at the rim, limbs extended below, expressions ashen and damp with tears.

Mira's stare met mine the second she noticed.

"Dexter—it's okay—you're nearly up—just keep coming—Bill and I will drag you the rest—!"

Salty drops fell from her jaw, landing on the cliff mere inches from my brow.