Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 420: Angela’s Pretend Fury

Mira's cheeks flushed with an intensity surpassing the stings from her spanked rear, new tears flowing freely while she stuttered a poor, hesitant justification, her phrases tumbling chaotically in a frenzy of fear.

"No, no... it wasn’t like that! I... I switched because you asked, Sister Angela! You said it was warmer! And then... when he came back, he clamped his hand over my mouth so fast, stuffed those panties in..."

"I couldn’t say anything! I tried to shake my head, but he kept whispering about how good your suit looked, how he’d fuck you raw... I mean, he thought it was you! And... and my body just... reacted, okay?"

"It’s not my fault! I’ve been alone so long, and he’s so... strong, and I didn’t want to wake you, and then it felt... good, even though it hurt, and now I’m just confused! Please, don’t hate me... I didn’t plan to seduce him, it just... happened!"

Angela moved nearer, her feigned fury softening slightly with hidden mirth, yet she maintained the pretense, jabbing Mira's shoulder gently. "Reacted? Oh, honey, that’s the biggest understatement ever. I heard you moaning like a bitch in heat while he reamed your virgin asshole."

"And now you’re out here begging to be his second wife? What, am I not enough for him? You think your hairy pits and sloppy explanations make you better? You’re crying about your husband abandoning you—maybe he left because you’re such a needy little thief, stealing other women’s men in the dead of night!"

Mira let out a soft whine, hiding her face behind her palms, her weak defense falling apart even more. "I... I’m not a thief! It was a mistake at first, but then... then I liked it, okay? I admit it! He made me feel wanted, as if I mattered... and you’re right, I’ve been glancing at him, but only because he’s so commanding, so... godly."

"But I didn’t mean to take him from you! I just thought... maybe we could share? Please, Sister Angela, don’t be mad... I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my explanations suck, I know, but it’s the truth! I was just... overwhelmed, and now I can’t stop thinking about him..."

Angela maintained her serious expression for a prolonged moment, allowing Mira to fidget beneath the intensity of her stare, tears falling from her chin to the sand. Lisa pressed her lips together to suppress a chuckle, her eyes twinkling with playful naughtiness.

Suddenly, Angela's composure shattered—splitting into a broad, authentic grin as laughter rose from her core, light and joyful. Lisa followed suit moments later, bending forward with her hand clasped over her mouth as if astonished by the flawless execution, her chuckles resonating against the ocean waves.

Angela bridged the gap and enveloped Mira in a firm embrace before the distraught woman could fully crumble, encircling her trembling body with her arms.

"I was just kidding," Angela whispered, running her fingers through Mira’s hair in a calming manner, her tone now gentle, infused with warmth. "Welcome to our family, Mira. I’ve been teasing you, but honestly? I’m glad it happened this way."

Mira blinked away her tears, dazed, drawing back slightly to scrutinize Angela’s features. "Sister Angela...? You’re not... mad? Really?"

Angela denied with a shake of her head, her grin tender yet sly at the corners, her palms resting on Mira’s shoulders. "Mad? No, sweetie. I know my husband is a god—literally, with that cock and the way he commands a room. And I’ve known for a while I can’t bear it all alone—the way he is, the way he needs more, craves more... I’ve wanted him to find me more sisters."

"Women who understand the pull, the power. Women who can handle him without breaking... or who break in the most delicious ways."

She peered at me past Mira’s shoulder, her eyes gleaming with ownership and satisfaction, a trace of desire in her look that hinted at further escapades ahead. "And I think you’re a good woman, Mira. Broken, maybe... lonely, desperate, but good at heart. You’ll fit right in with us. Hell, after hearing you take it like that in the cave? I’m impressed. A little jealous, even."

Lisa approached on their side, her smirk broadening, extending her hand to grip Mira’s arm in a lighthearted squeeze. "Took you long enough to figure it out, girl. We’ve been waiting for you to stop pretending you weren’t dripping every time he looked at you. And those lousy excuses? Adorable. But hey, welcome aboard. Family game nights are about to get a whole lot more interesting."

Mira’s lips parted, shut, parted once more like a fish floundering on the beach. Words failed her initially—just new tears, though these blended with ease, her frame relaxing into Angela’s embrace. "I... I don’t know what to say... Thank you, Sister Angela. Lisa. I thought... I thought you’d hate me forever."

Angela planted a kiss on her cheek—gentle and sibling-like initially, then holding a touch longer, her lips grazing the edge of Mira’s mouth in a playful taunt that caused Mira’s breathing to falter. "Hate you? Never. Now come on, let’s get back inside before the mosquitoes really do bite. Or before I decide to slap that ass myself for all the trouble."

Mira released a tremulous giggle, dabbing at her eyes as Angela pivoted toward me, her look transforming into one of desire, authoritative.

"So... husband," she uttered, her voice lowering into a seductive purr, threaded with that customary lewdness. "Shall we go back inside and show our new wife exactly what being part of this family means? Maybe start with a proper initiation—your cock in her mouth while Lisa and I watch and whisper all the dirty things she’s been hiding?"

Mira’s breath caught sharply, her legs clamping together on reflex, a new blush rising along her neck. She glanced among us—frightened, thrilled, already dipping her head before she could halt it, her form revealing her with a faint mewl.

I grinned leisurely, with a hunter's intent, wrapping an arm around Mira’s midsection and drawing her snug against my body, my palm sliding downward to clasp her tenderized backside once more—softly, yet hinting at balanced torment and delight.

"Lead the way, Angela," I replied, my tone rough with eagerness, steering Mira onward as Lisa matched our pace. "Tonight, we make sure she never doubts her place again. And tomorrow? We’ll shave those hairy pits of hers together—nice and slow, while she begs for more."

Mira trembled beside me, yet her gait hastened, now keen. The trio of us—quartet, with Lisa beaming like the cat savoring its prize—headed back to the cave, the evening breeze dense with expectation, the aroma of brine and lust lingering thickly like mist. Within, the golden lamp glowed, throwing shadows that swayed like summons to indulgence.