Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 467: Back to the Kingdom

Lisa's voice cut through the heavy silence like a dagger, keen and implacable. "Boss," she declared, her words brooking no uncertainty. "Our team is here."

Slowly releasing a breath, I scanned the gathered group—Lisa rigid and alert, her pistol holstered yet fingers fidgeting as if eager to draw; Angela slouched against a tree bearing her signature smirk full of mischief; Camilla molded to my side, still quaking from the night's brutality, breaths coming in short gasps; and the rest poised expectantly for my command.

"Let’s go back," I commanded in a deep, decisive tone. No one dared challenge it.

Pivoting toward Lisa, I softened my voice just enough for intended privacy—knowing full well everyone would catch it. "Send a car with Hailey to get Paul." My inflection blended silk with steel. "Settle him outside the base. And make sure the doctors see him."

A curt nod from Lisa, jaw clenched tight, then she snapped orders into her comms with crisp command. Moments later, engine growls echoed through the air—a sleek armored military jeep arriving first, trailed by a hefty truck for the captives.

The jeep rolled up alongside us, its motor humming like a beast ready to pounce, and I wasted no time. Sliding into the rear seat where cool leather met my skin, the others piled in—Lisa gripping the wheel, Angela seizing the front passenger spot, Nicole and Camilla squeezing in behind me.

Captives herded into the truck, their expressions twisted between terror and rage. Jack fixed a venomous glare on me, wrists shackled, his arrogance crushed.

Drake appeared haunted, his bandaged remnants jerking faintly. Bill simply stared at the dirt, shoulders sagging in utter surrender.

I refused to glance their way.

Their plight left me unmoved.

The jeep's motor thundered alive, carrying us off as the woods devoured the prisoners' frantic murmurs. Nicole nestled against me, her petite hand finding mine, thumb sketching loops across my knuckles. She perched rigidly, eyes saucered wide, nails biting into the seat as if release meant tumbling away. Camilla burrowed closer with each jolt, breaths catching sharply, her frame still thrumming from the rush.

Silence enveloped us all.

The quiet hung dense and oppressive, charged with unasked queries. Megan shattered it at last, her whisper quivering:

"How...?" she began, swallowing thickly. "How did you build all this?" Her eyes darted to the window where foliage yielded to the base's outer edges. "How did you get all this power?"

I offered no reply.

Angela let out a sinister chuckle, swiveling in her seat to eye her. "Oh, sweetheart," she purred, amusement saturating her tone. "You don’t get power." She inched forward, eyes alight. "You take it."

Megan recoiled, her complexion draining.

Angela gripped my hand firmer, her tone gentle yet resolute. "You’ll see," she whispered, directing it more toward Hailey than me. "He provides. He protects." Her eyes lifted to meet mine, brimming with pride and loyalty. "He’s ours."

Camilla remained silent. She simply clung tighter, her form emanating grateful security—she was shielded. She belonged to me.

The jeep came to a halt before the base's imposing gates. The colossal fortress rose before us—towering walls barbed with razor wire, sentries marching the bounds, glossy dark structures shimmering beneath floodlights. The atmosphere pulsed with vitality, laced with the sharp tang of steel and dominance.

I exited first, arms stretching wide as I drew in the familiar air. "It’s good to be back," I muttered, mostly to myself.

Angela flashed a grin, disembarking at my side, her boots grinding the gravel. "Finally," she declared, shrugging her shoulders. "I was starting to miss civilization."

Facing her with an inscrutable look, I instructed, "Settle them," motioning toward Nicole, Mira, and Camilla who stood petrified, eyes bulging at the base's immense scope.

Nicole's jaw dropped, her stare leaping from tactical-clad guards to advanced watchtowers to opulent villas tucked beyond the central area. "This is..." she gasped faintly. "This is all yours?"

Mira seemed on the verge of collapse, hand clamping over her mouth. "I—I didn’t know..." she faltered, voice fracturing. "I didn’t realize you had all this..."

Camilla uttered nothing. She merely gaped, face ashen, frame shuddering as if doubting the reality. Doubting her arrival in this haven of safety.

The prisoner truck rumbled in behind, guards barking harsh commands as they unloaded. The survivors staggered forth—Jack, Drake, Bill, and the rest—their gazes stretched in stunned disbelief at the sight. Some muttered among themselves, others gawked mutely, features blending wonder with dread.

"Welcome to your new home," Angela sang out sweetly yet poisonously. "Hope you like the accommodations."

I denied them even a second look.

Spinning away, I left Angela to manage them and marched toward my villa. The well-trodden route soothed like salve, gravel crunching beneath my boots to steady me after the night's frenzy.

Within the villa, I peeled off my garments, night's grime still adhering to my flesh. The steaming shower brought pure bliss, torrents streaming over weary muscles to scour away filth, blood, and strain.

Stepping out in clean attire, savory aromas assailed me—hot, fragrant, enticing. My gut rumbled, but more than appetite tugged me kitchenward.

It was them.

Emily hovered by the stove, back turned, shoulders stiffening at my approach. She pivoted gradually, her features igniting upon spotting me.

"You’re back..." she sighed, voice quaking with thrill. Spoon set aside from her stirring, she advanced, eyes radiant. "I was starting to worry..."

Jennifer lounged against the counter, lips twisting into a languid, seductive wink while appraising me. Her stare roved my form, pausing where my shirt hugged my torso, tongue flicking to moisten her lip. "Took you long enough," she cooed huskily with innuendo. "We were missing you."

A smirk crossed my face as I ventured deeper into the space, eyes shifting between them. "Where’s Nathalie?" I inquired lowly, already suspecting the truth.

Jennifer's smirk widened. "Where do you think?" she drawled lazily, nodding her chin down the hall.

I skipped knocking altogether.