Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 419: Caught Red Handed By Angela

Her gaze lifted to mine, eyes wide and shimmering like shadowy lakes bathed in moonlight, her tone shifting to one of gravity, nearly blaming, infused with raw need. “I want you to take responsibility for me.”

“It’s clear... You exploited me. You... you claimed my innocence right there, in that manner, and now... now I can’t simply act as if it never occurred. You owe me for what happened.”

“Mira, I...”

She interrupted me sharply, fury igniting once more, though it wavered on the brink of sorrow, her fingers balling into tight fists beside her. “Am I... am I not as appealing as Sister Angela? Tell me... Am I not attractive? Not deserving? Is that the reason you’re treating this like it meant nothing?”

Before I had a chance to reply, she surged forward abruptly, tears flowing unchecked as if a barrier had collapsed. She seized my hand—firmer than anticipated, her hold warm and damp—and thrust it firmly onto her chest, pressing my palm over the full, yielding curve of her bosom.

The peak of her breast hardened right away beneath the flimsy cloth, prodding firmly against my flesh like a wordless appeal, her pulse racing furiously as though desperate to break free from her chest.

I jerked my hand away as if burned, my eyes flaring open in feigned shock. “Mira... what are you doing? It was all an error... we can’t... this isn’t proper.”

Her features twisted in utter devastation, like something delicate breaking apart. She began sobbing deeply—intense, wrenching gasps that rocked her frame, her shoulders quaking as she hugged herself once more.

“I have nobody... Even my spouse deserted me long ago, discarded me like refuse... my kids—they resent me, they fault me for it all... Tell me... now even you... Don’t desire me? After your actions? You awakened feelings in me... something after so long, and now you’re just going to leave?”

She peered up at me through tear-soaked lashes, her voice fracturing into a timid, urgent murmur that drifted on the evening wind. “Aren’t you a god...? Why can’t you claim more than one wife...? Will you take me in...? Please, Dexter... I’m alone. You shattered my walls tonight... now mend them.”

I examined her closely then—truly observed her, allowing the instant to linger. The fractured light in her gaze, how she had surrendered beneath me before, pleading wordlessly even while resisting.

She was fractured sufficiently that her world narrowed to me alone—my strength, my dominance, the assurance of stability in a life that had abandoned her to drift in pain.

I gentled my look, extending a hand to cradle her face tenderly, my thumbs wiping the warm tears trailing down. “Mira... don’t weep.”

I cleared her tears with careful deliberation, following the trails along her cheeks, then drew her close into my embrace. She nestled against me ideally—pliant, quivering, craving, her form shaping to mine as if it had awaited this union.

I placed my lips on her brow, holding the contact, breathing in the briny aroma of her skin blended with the ocean.

“Do you truly wish to be my wife...?” I whispered into her locks, my voice hushed and close.

She nodded—determined, earnest, without pause now, her chin pressing into my torso as she held on fiercer.

I lifted her chin and kissed her fully this time—leisurely, owning, my tongue slipping beyond her lips to savor the brine of her tears and the subtle sweetness below, mixed with the faint earthy scent from before.

She sighed gently into my kiss, her fingers clutching my shirt tightly. As I drew away, I let my tone deepen into something more intense, owning, my hand gliding down to grasp her rear firmly.

“From this point forward, you belong to me... and you must not consider any other men. Or else...”

I twisted her a bit in my hold, then delivered a firm strike to her already tender backside—phhhhat—the sound ringing out crisply against the stones, more resounding than earlier in the open night.

Mira cried out sharply, startled and high-pitched, her body jerking against me. “Aaaah... hmm... it stings... right there... you’ve struck me so many times tonight...”

She sulked charmingly, massaging the area where my previous swats had warmed her skin, leaving it sensitive and imprinted with crimson outlines that pulsed with each throb, the ache blending with a new surge of warmth in her core.

I laughed softly from deep within, resonant and low—then halted abruptly.

Mira’s complexion blanched immediately, all vitality fading as if confronting a specter. Her eyes bulged, darting past my shoulder. I pivoted gradually.

Angela and Lisa lingered at the cave’s entrance, outlined against the faint golden light within, their shapes distinct in the lunar glow.

They had trailed us. Silently. Observed the entire scene as quiet witnesses to our intimate play. Angela’s arms folded securely across her front, her face impassive for a moment—then splintering into a keenly edged glare, her eyes slitting in feigned rage.

“Mira... I never thought you’d actually entice my husband and attempt to steal him from me...” Angela stated, her words tinged with simulated wrath, advancing with measured steps, her bare soles pressing into the sand. “While I’m here believing we’re all just enduring this plane crash ordeal, and you’re out in the shadows, shoving his hand onto your breasts, pleading for him to wed you? What sort of cunning temptress are you?”

Mira’s legs weakened like liquid. She denied it wildly, voice splintering into frantic begs, her hands waving helplessly. “No, Sister Angela... don’t... It’s a mix-up... I... I didn’t intend to... he mistook me for you initially, and then... then events unfolded! I was frightened, I had no idea how to react!”

Angela exhaled theatrically, flipping her hair back, her gaze sparking with playful ire. “Mix-up? Oh, come on. We’re not sightless—or hearing impaired. I caught every word from inside the cave.”

“Allowing him to thrust his cock into your ass without protest until it overwhelmed you? And now outside, weeping about rejection, seizing his hand like a needy vixen? You believe I missed you sulking after he smacked that plump rear of yours? You’re soaking for him shamelessly before me!”

Lisa giggled from the rear, propped against the cave side with arms folded, her grin sly under the moon. “Yeah, Mira, quite the show. ‘Aren’t you a god? Can’t you have more than one wife?’ So discreet. You’ve been ogling him ever since we washed up here.”