Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 387: Mira’s Anxious Echo

It wasn't mere desire for her—I craved to possess her completely, to etch my presence into her very core until her identity faded away, until all she recognized was how I occupied her, expanded her, dominated her.

My fingers dug into her hips like a fierce caution, pressing hard enough to leave marks on her yielding flesh while I positioned myself. No playful delay, no gradual escalation—only the primal, savage urge to seize her.

With a single ferocious plunge, I drove in fully, embedding myself to the base, her inner walls quivering and gripping me as if desperate to pull me further, to engulf me entirely.

She cried out—my name, like a sacred plea, like a savage oath—her nails scraping along my back, drawing crimson trails, claiming me as her own even as I claimed her in return. Her thighs clamped around me, heels pressing into my rear, spurring me forward, insisting on more.

"Yours———" Her words came in shattered gasps, ragged and urgent, her form already shaking near the brink. "—harder—deeper———flood me—make me leak you all day——yes—————!"

I surrendered to her cadence, to how her body yielded to my every move. Each plunge asserted ownership, profound and relentless, my sack smacking her rear with a slick, lewd noise. The chamber hung heavy with the aroma of passion—perspiration, excitement, her raw longing—and the crisp crack of my palm on her flushed backside rang out like a steady beat, pushing us nearer to release.

Her climax hit with a wail, her frame seizing around me, her core pulsing and squeezing, drenching the bedding below. I kept going. I had to. Seeing her like that—displayed wide, quaking, wrecked—only fueled the blaze even more.

I rolled her over onto her belly, my hold firm as I hauled her hips upward, compelling her to kneel. A soft whine escaped her as I thrust into her once more from the rear, my fist tangled in her locks, yanking her head back so I could snarl against her ear, my mouth grazing its curve.

"Say it again." My tone rumbled low and territorial. "Who do you belong to?"

"Yours——" Her words fractured, her body clenching around me once more. "Fuck—your jealous little slut—your cum-dump—your breeding bitch—please——fill me—breed me—make my womb overflow again——yes—yes—!"

Those declarations hurled me past the point of no return. In one final, savage drive, my peak ripped through me, my sack tightening as heavy, scorching bursts of seed surged into her core.

I could feel it—throb by throb, stuffing her so full that it began seeping out immediately around my shaft, trailing down her legs in pearly rivulets.

She quaked in yet another release, her depths drawing every drop from me, her soft cries morphing into a fractured, winded repetition of my name.

At last, when I withdrew, a heavy dollop of seed spilled from her puffy, stretched entrance, shining lewdly in the faint glow. She slumped ahead, her rear still lifted, her skin glowing, her entire being shivering from the lingering bliss.

For endless moments, we remained there—drenched in sweat, exhausted, entwined—her hand stretching back to intertwine with mine. The space was in chaos: bedding destroyed, atmosphere thick with passion's odor, the bedframe still echoing from our wild bout against the wall.

Soon enough, I planted a kiss on her shoulder, my mouth staying close to her warm skin. "I have to go see Mira," I whispered, already reluctant to part. "Angela and Lisa are still at the base."

Her body stiffened briefly, a spark of envy flashing in her gaze like a sudden flame. Then she exhaled, turning to draw me into a gentler, lingering kiss, her lips puffy and tender from our fervor.

"Go," she breathed against my lips. "But come back to me." Her fingertips trailed over my torso, her caress claiming, nearly frantic.

"And when you do... I want you to fuck me again. Harder. Until I can’t walk. Until the only thing I remember is how full you make me feel."

I seized her wrist, brushing a kiss to her racing pulse before drawing her into yet another intense kiss. "You’re mine, always."

Her eyes followed my every motion as I clothed myself—pants, top, the smooth dark jetpack straps snapping securely over my torso. A wild hunger lingered in her stare, stirring my arousal with hints of another round.

By the terrace entrance, I paused and glanced back.

She stayed leaning on her elbows, thighs parted, my seed trickling from her, her gaze fixed on me with that intense, affectionate ownership that always ignited my veins.

"Fly safe," she murmured gently, her tone rough from sated lust. "And hurry home to your jealous wife."

I smiled, moving out into the fresh dawn breeze. The jetpack hummed to life with a blast, propelling me upward.

As I ascended, the landscape spread out below, gusts rushing by my features, bearing hints of evergreen and moist soil.

I triggered the world map feature, a glowing projection appearing before my eyes. Crimson markers grouped in one spot—Angela, Lisa, Megan, Jack, Nicole, Hailey, and the rest. Everyone was present, safe.

Yet Mira’s marker was absent.

A chill twisted in my stomach. I magnified the view, searching the landscape, until I spotted it—a solitary signal, far into the woods, darting unpredictably. Alarm bells rang in my mind. Trouble was afoot.

I tilted the jetpack, slicing through the heavens sharply. The treetops smeared below, swaying in the breeze as I dropped down, my feet touching earth with a quiet impact.

I touched down not too far off, stowing the jetpack in the system storage, my awareness heightening as I strained to hear.

That was when the sound reached me.

"Alex!"

Her cry carried panic, threaded with fear, slicing the woods like a blade. My name from her mouth wasn’t an invitation—it was a desperate scream.

I headed toward the noise, my heart racing faster. She had to be hunting for me.

Angela and Lisa must have informed her of my absence, and Mira—devoted, bold Mira—wouldn’t hesitate to search. Imagining her alone out here, exposed, flooded me with a rush of guardianship.

I hastened my steps, forcing through the thick foliage. The woodland was thick, the atmosphere laden with moss and wet foliage smells.

Suddenly, amid the branches, I caught sight of her—a glimpse of raven tresses, her posture rigid as she turned in place, her call rising once more.

"Alex!"

I advanced, my footwear snapping twigs on the ground litter. "Mira."

She spun sharply, her eyes rounding with joy, her breaths coming quick. For an instant, she simply gaped at me, as though doubting my reality.

Then she flung herself forward, her embrace circling my midsection, her cheek burying into my shirt.

"You’re here," she gasped, her words dampened by the fabric. "I was——I was so worried."

I encircled her with my arms, squeezing close. "I’m here," I whispered, planting a kiss atop her hair. "What happened?"

She eased back slightly to meet my eyes, her face grave. "Angela and Lisa said...."

"They said you’d gone to check for food, but..." She paused, her grip firming on my limbs.

I cradled her cheeks, my thumb stroking her bone. "I’m fine," I stated solidly. "And I’m here now."