Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 639: A Queen’s Sore Spots 2

I traced the curve of Marina’s hip, my touch deliberate, possessive. She was spread before me like a feast, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as my fingers teased the slick folds of her pussy.The oil glistened under the dim light, catching the sheen of her arousal as I coated her entrance, my thumb pressing just enough to make her whimper.

"Am I, Ma’am?" I murmured, my voice a dark purr against the shell of her ear. My lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, my breath hot, sending a violent shiver down her spine.

She arched into me, her body already trembling, her nails raking down my back as if she could claw the answer out of me. The pain was exquisite, the way her sharp inhale hitched in her throat, her thighs parting wider, begging without words.

I didn’t make her wait. My fingers slid inside her in one smooth, relentless motion, stretching her, filling her. The heat of her was unbearable—her walls clenching around me like she was trying to drag me deeper, keep me there.

The oil made every movement obscenely slick, the sound of her wetness filling the room, a filthy symphony of need. Marina cried out, her back bowing off the bed, her voice breaking into a string of broken, desperate sounds.

"Ahh—fuck—Dexter—!" Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me closer, her nails digging into my scalp hard enough to draw blood. The sting only made me harder, my cock throbbing against the mattress, aching to be inside her.

"It’s—too much—" she panted, her voice trembling, her hips jerking up, trying to chase the friction, the more she so desperately craved. Her pussy was dripping, the oil and her arousal mixing into a slick, glistening mess, coating my fingers, my palm, the sheets beneath her.

I could feel how close she was—her body trembling on the edge, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, slow, deliberate, each thrust dragging a broken moan from her lips. "Aaaaaah—fuck—fuck—Dexter, please—" Her eyes were wide, wild, her body trembling as the soreness from earlier began to fade, replaced by a deep, aching need. My Eternal Vitality was working its magic, soothing her swollen flesh, preparing her for what was to come.

"It... it feels..." she whimpered, her voice breathy, her body relaxing into my touch, her pussy clenching around my fingers like it was afraid I’d stop. "So much... better..." Her words were punctuated by soft, needy gasps, her hips bucking slightly, her body begging for more, for harder, for everything.

I smiled against her skin, my voice a low growl. "Good..." My lips brushed her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and I felt her shiver, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

Then, without warning, I poured more oil onto the tight, untouched pucker of her asshole. The cold liquid made her gasp, her body tensing for a second before I pressed my thumb against her entrance, the pressure firm, insistent.

Marina screamed. Her entire body locked up, her back arching off the bed like she’d been struck by lightning. "WHAT THE—FUCK—DEXTER—!" Her voice was raw, shattered, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her nails tearing at the fabric as if she could anchor herself to the earth. Her ass clenched around my thumb, resisting at first, but I didn’t relent.

I pushed inside, slow, relentless, stretching her, owning her in a way no one ever had before. The oil made the intrusion easier, but the shock of it—of being touched there—had her trembling, her breath coming in sharp, panicked bursts.

"Ahh—ah—ah—NO—" she sobbed, her voice breaking, her body torn between pleasure and the overwhelming wrongness of the sensation.

But then—then—her muscles relaxed, just a fraction, and I massaged the swollen, sensitive flesh, working the oil deep inside her, my thumb circling, teasing.

The heat of her body was maddening, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, intoxicating me. "Fuck—fuck—it’s—" Her voice was a broken whine, her hips squirming, her body torn between pulling away and pushing back for more.

I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully. "That’s it, Ma’am..." I murmured, my voice rough with lust. "Take it... take my thumb like a good girl..." She whimpered, her body trembling, her ass clenching around me as I stretched her, prepared her.

The oil glistened on her skin, the scent rich, intoxicating, and I knew—she was dripping for me, her body betraying her shock, her mind reeling from the filthy pleasure of it.

With a fluid, dominant motion, I turned her over, her pencil dress riding up to cover only her tits, leaving her pussy and ass completely exposed to me, glistening with oil and arousal. The sight of her—spread, wet, needy—nearly undid me.

I poured more oil onto her pussy, my fingers spreading it over her lips, coating her clit in the slick liquid. Marina whimpered, her body trembling, her hips bucking as I rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, my touch just shy of what she needed to tip her over the edge.

"Dexter—" she moaned, her voice desperate, needy, her fingers clutching at my arm, her nails digging in as if she could force me to give her what she craved. "Please..." she whimpered, her body aching, her pussy dripping with need.

"I need to—cum—" Her voice was raw, broken, her eyes dark with lust, her body begging me to finish her. The scent of her arousal was thick, overwhelming, and I could taste her need on my tongue.

But I wasn’t ready to let her.

I pulled my hand back, my fingers glistening with her juices and the oil, the scent of her arousal filling my nose, making my head spin. "Not yet, Ma’am..." I murmured, my voice low, commanding, my eyes dark with mischief.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You said it yourself..." I paused, letting the tension coil between us, letting her feel the denial.

"You’re still healing..." My fingers traced the outline of her pussy, teasing her, denying her, my thumb pressing lightly against her asshole again, making her jolt. "And a good slave..." I growled, my voice dripping with dark promise, "always listens to his Queen..."