Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 433: Mira’s Mid-Air Grind

I shed my clothes and plunged into the water—the icy chill hitting my skin hard, rinsing off the sweat, semen, and the musky scent from the three females.

My dick dangled thick between my thighs, still semi-erect despite the cold, replaying every orifice it had conquered. As I emerged, water streaming down, their gazes fixed on me—three sets of eyes shadowed with fresh desire.

Lunch came next—basic provisions from the vehicle: loaves, dairy, dehydrated fruits, meat strips. We formed a casual ring on the rugs, the cavern growing cozier under the rising sunlight.

Angela rested against my side, her skirt hiking up her legs; Mira positioned herself with legs folded, flinching with each adjustment; Lisa hovered near us, her thighs clamped as if the soreness lingered.

Mira caught my attention first—her stare unfocused, utensil halted midway to her lips, lost in empty space.

"What’s wrong?" I murmured softly, placing my meal aside.

She denied it with a swift shake—nearly ashamed—before letting out a breath.

"I... I was merely pondering... Nicole and Bill... if they’ve had any food or not..."

Her tone broke at their names—a gentle anxiety weaving into the afterglow of our intimacy.

I examined her expression—real worry evident, blended with the remaining blush from our activities.

"Want to visit them?" I suggested. "You know I can soar. We can head over anytime."

Mira’s gaze locked onto mine—expansive, eager, thrilled right away.

"Really?"

I affirmed with a steady nod.

"Really. We’ll arrive in less than sixty minutes. See how they’re doing, deliver goods, ensure they’re nourished... and perhaps escort them here if they wish. Or simply... drop by."

Mira’s features brightened—a radiant, sincere grin piercing the shyness and discomfort. She pushed her plate away and scooted toward me—cautious, still favoring her step—encircling my neck with her arms in an abrupt, intense embrace. Her breasts molded warmly to my torso via the tee; I sensed her warmth, the subtle quiver of ease and thrill.

"Thank you," she breathed near my neck, mouth grazing flesh.

Angela let out a gentle laugh from my opposite flank, inclining to plant a kiss on Mira’s forehead.

"You’re kind, even with a tender rear and my spouse’s seed likely still trickling from you."

Mira flushed once more—but giggled now, airy and unbound.

Lisa observed our group—her look gentle, lust softened by a kinder emotion.

"I’ll gather some provisions for them," she stated softly. "Additional covers, remedies... anything required."

I drew Mira nearer—palm gliding to grasp her butt over the fabric, kneading firmly to recall her ownership.

"We depart in half an hour," I announced. "Prepare yourselves, spouses. We’re off to visit some past companions... and perhaps spice up the journey."

Mira trembled into me—partly from the vow in my tone, partly from the new twinge igniting in her core at the idea.

The cavern pulsed with energy once more—expectancy dense in the atmosphere.

Flying gear. Provisions. Three females still bearing my signs.

And a quick jaunt to inspect Nicole and Bill.

But with our group... Purity wouldn’t last long.

Once our meal ended—scraps cleared, stomachs satisfied, the cavern thick with the aroma of passion and brine—I delved into the System Storage and retrieved the enchanted device. It vibrated lightly in my grip, heated as if recalling each lewd act fueled by its force.

I concentrated, commanding its transformation. The block expanded in a ripple of fluid alloy—panels shifting, engines firing with a subdued azure light—until it secured as a streamlined propulsion unit on my back. Restraints fastened securely across my shoulders and torso, engines purring ready at my will.

Lisa and Angela had risen already—Angela in her brief summer frock, sans undergarments, so the edge lifted riskily with motion; Lisa in her moist utility pants and short top, peaks erect from the earlier rinse. I extended my embrace.

"Come here, both of you."

They moved in promptly—Lisa to my left, Angela to my right. I encircled each waist with an arm, drawing them snug to my flanks. Their bosoms compressed plush and heated to my sides; Angela’s naked leg slipped amid mine, Lisa’s fingers wandering downward to stroke the swelling in my trousers as if compelled.

Yet Mira...

No fastener remained for her. No extra position on the gear.

She lingered a moment—fresh pants clinging to her curves, jacket fastened low to reveal her cleavage—appearing both timid and resolute. Then she advanced silently, looped her arms firmly around my neck, and leaped.

Her limbs encircled my midsection right away—legs gripping strongly, fabric-clad mound rubbing directly on the solid outline of my erection via my attire. She nestled her head into my shoulder, exhalations warm and unsteady.

I laughed deeply, shadowy, content—and tweaked the propulsion with intent. A slender, sturdy band of matching gleaming material stretched from the gear’s bottom, encircling Mira’s waist and pulling secure.

It secured with a quiet snap, fastening her form to mine torso-to-torso, pelvis-to-pelvis, her ample breasts flattening to my chest so intensely I detected her rigid tips scraping through our garments.

Mira emitted a small, unintended sound—faint, yet I felt it resonate on my neck. Her face scorched red as she drew back slightly to hold my gaze—bashful, dilated, irises expanded even in the cavern’s light.

"All set, dear spouse?" I whispered, mouth near her lobe.

She nipped her lip—firmly—then dipped her head, pelvis offering the slightest, involuntary thrust that spread new dampness across her pants onto my swelling.

"Very... snug," she murmured, tone faltering at the end.

Lisa huffed lightly from my left, mashing her own chest firmer to me.

"Envious so soon, Mira? You’re essentially buckled to his dick like a carry-on vixen."

Angela chuckled—husky, sly—biting my chin from the other angle.

"She’s seeping through those fresh pants. I can detect it from this spot."

Mira whined—humiliated, excited—hiding her face anew, though her legs clenched harder around me as if unwilling to release.

I engaged the engines via mental cue. Azure flames erupted low and steady—noiseless, potent. The unit hoisted us effortlessly from the cavern base, grains eddying below in a mild whirl.

I ascended—three females attached like conquests—Angela and Lisa secured beneath my limbs, Mira fastened upfront, her breasts crushed to my torso, core rubbing boldly on my stiffening member with each minor motion of travel.

We exited the cavern opening swiftly. Salty breeze struck—refreshing, oceanic, lashing strands and cloth.

In my inner vision, the terrain display activated—a luminous digital layer visible solely to me. Nicole and Bill’s indicators throbbed consistently in the identical seaside outpost: remaining put, grouped with their dad, Hailey, Megan, and the few other holdouts who’d united post the prior major gale. No alerts. No relocation. Merely... lingering.

I boosted the velocity slightly—gusts howling by now, yanking at attire and locks.

Mira sounded off again—more pronounced, stifled into my neck—as the engine’s hum passed directly from my frame to hers. Her pelvis circled in small, frantic loops; I registered the warmth of her slit drenching through fabric onto my trousers, the rub converting each instant of ascent into gradual, agonizing tease.

Lisa spotted it—her palm descending to knead Mira’s rear over the strap, gripping solidly.

"Sense that, dear spouse? Each jolt aloft is pounding you into him. You’ll climax prior to touchdown if you persist in that rub."

Angela pressed nearer, mouth grazing my ear from the far side.

"Bring her to peak in the air, mate. I crave her cry echoing over the waves... crave the holdouts spotting us descend from above with three soaked, branded females dangling from you like spoils."