Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 466: Daughter’s Desperate Bargain

Hailey's breaths heaved in uneven bursts, her hands quivering fiercely as she gaped at the gore-drenched body still spasming across the woodland dirt. Her gaze flicked wildly from the dead form to the weapon-wielding women encircling us, landing at last on me—standing steady, entertained, invincible.

"H-How...?" she stuttered, voice splintering. "How is any of this possible?!" Her legs wobbled near collapse, yet she willed herself upright, nails biting into her arms to anchor her to the moment.

Nicole remained rooted in place, complexion ashen, mouth agape in stunned horror. She faced her mother, tone quaking with betrayal and incredulity:

"Mom..." she breathed, eyes bulging. "You knew about this?!"

Mira made no effort to conceal her grin. She pressed close to me, her warmth molding against my frame, fingertips drawing idle loops across my chest. Her words purred out, silky and content:

"Oh, sweetheart..." she cooed, gaze sparkling with wicked delight. "Did you truly believe your stepdad was merely some average guy?" She cocked her head, grin stretching broader. "Did you imagine we were powerless?"

Nicole's mouth fell open. She gawked at her mother, then me, then the armed women posted like mute guardians nearby. "Mom... you knew?!" Her pitch climbed, laced with pain. "All along?!"

Mira dipped her chin affirmatively, face devoid of regret. "He's beyond your wildest dreams, Nicole." Her inflection held awe, near adoration. "Immensely strong. Enchanted." She peered up at me, look tender, before facing her daughter again. "And he belongs to us."

Angela unleashed a deep, derisive chuckle, her tone thick with poisonous mirth as she strutted ahead, hips rolling seductively. She eyed the remaining captives, focus pausing on Jack, Bill, and the rest—their visages drained, arms held high in submission.

"What's the matter, boys?" she mocked, smirk cutting like a blade. "Cat got your tongues?" She angled her head, eyes flashing. "Or are you just now grasping how utterly screwed you all are?"

Jack's features contorted, ego clashing against dread. "You can't just—"

"Oh, but we absolutely can," Angela interrupted, tone sugary yet lethal. "And we have." She waved toward the body, then the guards. "Did you seriously believe you'd invade here, issue threats, and stroll out unscathed?"

Bill gulped heavily, throat working visibly. "We—we had no idea—"

"Naturally you didn't," Angela sneered. "You're all idiots." She advanced nearer, pitch falling to a hiss. "But ignorance is over now." Her grin grew savage. "Far too late."

The captives hushed, respirations faint, glances bouncing amid the guards, the cadaver, and myself. Some quaked. Others fixed eyes downward, crushed. A handful eyed one another, hunting for a vanishing exit.

Then—

My stare fixed on a single visage amid the group.

Kai.

The would-be champion. The pretender who strutted as rescuer, flaunting like a chivalrous warrior. I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. Pitiful.

Yet prior to lingering on him—

Hailey's cry sliced the strain, frantic and imploring.

"My—my dad..." she sobbed, tears cascading, hands gripping her chest as though clutching fading hope. She edged forward, frame shuddering, stare pleading into mine. "Please..." she implored, voice fracturing. "He'll die... his infection—it's severe..." She sank to her knees, palms grinding into soil. "I beg you... please..."

I stayed motionless. Silent. I allowed her desperation to fester. Let its burden crush her.

Nicole shifted beside her, palm on Hailey's shoulder, words gentle yet resolute. "Please..." she uttered, lifting eyes to me. "Hailey's my friend..."

I breathed out, then inclined my head. "Don't worry," I stated evenly, tone casual, detached. I pivoted to Hailey, eyes piercing hers. "I'll assist you." My voice toughened. "But starting now... You obey me. No doubts. No rebellion. Got it?"

Hailey bobbed her head wildly, gratitude flooding her like a torrent. "Y-Yes..." she faltered. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

Megan lingered apart, expression shattered ruin. Eyes stretched wide, breaths staccato and biting. She beheld Hailey, then me, then the crimson earth. Words failed her. Her reality lay in ruins.

I ignored her completely.

Rather, I spun and reentered the cavern, night's burden easing from my frame. The rush ebbed, weariness surging in.

"Ugh..." I grunted, flopping onto the bedding, limbs throbbing. "So damn exhausting..." I grumbled, massaging my brow.

Nicole appeared instantly at my side, delicate hands digging into my arms, then thighs, pressure steady and loyal. "Allow me to ease it..." she breathed, tone hushed. "You've shouldered it all..."

I shut my eyes, surrendering to her kneading away the strain. The cavern's quiet soothed after the outer turmoil.

Then, lids still closed, I spoke:

"So." My tone dipped low, playful. "What do you desire, Nicole?" I smirked. "I've spared Jack and Bill... on account of you and Mira."

Nicole halted briefly, digits still working shoulder tangles. Then, her reply coy, nearly daring:

"Are you truly a devil?" she queried, lilt airy, though eyes probed my features.

I cracked one eye, flashing a grin. "What? No more fear of me?"

She sulked, then shot a look at Angela, propped against the stone, observing with glee.

"Aunt Angela..." Nicole mewled, tone theatrically petulant. "Your husband's picking on me..."

Angela erupted in laughter, robust and inviting, echoing through the space. Mira tittered, head wagging, as Camilla roused in the shadows, form bearing night's brutal scars.

I rose, eyes seeking her. She huddled tight, shoulders jerking, shadowed gaze tormented. Her fragility—shattered, exposed—stirred me deeply.

I summoned her nearer.

She wavered, breath catching, then inched forward on hands and knees, motions hesitant, unsure. Once within reach, I drew her into embrace, hold firm, claiming.

"Don't fret..." I hushed, voice deep, calming. Lips brushed her brow, fingers combing her locks. "Leave the past behind from here on." My words rang absolute. "I'll protect you."

Camilla yielded into me, limbs encircling my midsection, form quaking with solace. Face plunged into my torso, breaths stuttering.

"Thank you..." she murmured, words dampened.

I clasped her closer, free hand snagging Nicole, tugging her to my flank. She yielded readily, petite body snuggling in, crown on my shoulder.

Beyond, the captives reeled still—in stun, fright, or quiet, broken surrender.

Yet within?

Only serenity.

Only dominance.

Only me.