Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 494: Helena’s Embarrassed Submission

With deliberate slowness, I withdrew my finger from Helena’s snug asshole, accompanied by a slick, lewd pop. Her hot, velvety walls gripped my digit tightly, seemingly unwilling to release it.

I swiftly raised the shiny finger to my lips, met her gaze directly, and licked it spotless—relishing the earthy, personal flavor of her forbidden entrance right before her husband’s eyes.

Helena’s cheeks flushed a deep scarlet with shame.

Next, I cradled the back of her head and drew her into a fierce, dominating kiss. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and I intentionally allowed a heavy glob of saliva—laced with her own ass’s tang—to trickle from my tongue to hers. I ensured she gulped it down, making her sample her own essence as I fully conquered her mouth.

Upon ending the kiss at last, a delicate thread of saliva still linked our mouths.

My palm crashed down sharply on her full ass cheek once more—a resounding, crisp smack that reverberated across the room.

Helena let out a sharp cry mixed with a moan, her frame shuddering in my grasp. "Aaah...! Don’t... hit it too hard... It stings..."

Her words emerged soft and timid, blending objection with reluctant excitement. She pressed her face into my chest, utterly humiliated by her own brazen moan with her husband compelled to witness it.

Peter, bound in the iron confines, couldn’t even shift his head. His gaze remained fixed powerlessly on the display, seething with fury and degradation. His voice rasped out in a poisonous growl, roughened from prior shouts.

"You bitch... You filthy slut, Helena! How can you moan like that for him?! After everything we’ve been through?! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?! You disgusting whore!"

I shot Peter a chilly, mocking grin, then refocused on Helena. Tenderly, I raised her chin with my fingers, compelling her to lock eyes with me.

"You don’t have to worry about him anymore," I murmured gently, my tone steady yet laced with ominous intent. "He will not live to see another day. By the time the sun rises, Peter will be nothing but a bad memory."

Helena’s eyes bulged in true astonishment. Her form went rigid in my hold as my declaration hit home. She had just witnessed me shrug off bullets to my face and torso.

She had observed me effortlessly snap Peter’s legs and secure him in unbreakable bonds as if it were trivial. My offhand mention of terminating her husband’s life drove home her—and everyone’s—utter helplessness against me now.

For an instant, terror and incredulity battled across her features. Her mouth opened, but words failed her initially. She darted anxious looks at Peter, then back to me, gulping nervously.

"You... you’re really going to kill him?" she murmured, her voice quivering. Yet even as she spoke, the surprise in her gaze faded into grudging resignation. She had beheld my might. She understood defiance was futile.

Following a prolonged, weighty silence, Helena offered a tiny, uncertain nod.

"...Okay," she whispered, her sound scarcely a breath. "If that’s what you want... I won’t stop you. Just let me go... I really don’t have anything to do with hurting you before."

Peter’s expression contorted in raw anger and dread. Despite his paralysis, he strained futilely against the steel snare, veins bulging.

"You crazy motherfucker!" he bellowed, spraying spittle in wrath. "You think you can just walk in here and kill me?! Helena, you stupid bitch — are you really going to let him do this?! After all the years we’ve been together?! Say something, you coward! Fight back!"

I completely disregarded his frantic outbursts. My hand stayed firmly on Helena’s ass, soothing the slapped area softly as I bent to murmur into her ear.

"Good girl. From now on, you belong to me. Completely. No more fear. No more Peter. Only me."

Helena trembled within my embrace, her body torn between residual fright and the odd, intensifying warmth my caresses stirred within her depths. Her breaths came quick and ragged, her face glowing vivid red as turmoil raged inside—disgrace, horror, and a forbidden flicker of desire.

With one hand, I grasped her face tenderly yet commandingly, making her confront my stare. My voice dropped low, composed, but thick with shadowy ownership and authority.

"Don’t worry, Helena. I promise I won’t hurt you... as long as you behave like the good little slut I know you can be. But from now on, you are my property. My personal cock-sleeve. My holes to use whenever and however I want." I drew nearer, my lips grazing her ear as I went on, my words shifting to crude dominance.

"Now be a good girl and please me. Drop to your knees and show your pathetic husband exactly who satisfies you better. I remember how desperate and frustrated you used to be... how Peter’s tiny dick could never scratch that deep, aching itch inside your greedy pussy and ass. That’s why you invited me over that night, isn’t it? Because your slutty little holes needed a real man’s cock."

A fiercer crimson scorched Helena’s lovely face. Humiliation blended with desire across her stunning traits, yet the dominance I’d unleashed—the survival through gunfire, the shattering of Peter’s legs, the caging of him like prey—had already fractured her deep within.

Her lower lip caught between her teeth, she wavered just a moment before descending gradually to her knees before me, submissive as a compliant harlot.

Shaky hands grasped at my belt and zipper. Accompanied by a faint metallic rasp, she tugged my trousers and boxers downward in a single impatient sweep.

Instantly, my girthy, ponderous cock burst forth, arcing weightily to strike her cheek with a resounding, slick smack.

The blow elicited a sharp gasp from Helena, her eyes flaring wide with ravenous craving as she gazed at the enormous, veined shaft now draped across her features. Its vast dimensions, searing warmth, throbbing ridges—everything sparked visible drool from her mouth.

Requiring no extra directive, she reverted to the whore etched in my mind. Boldly thrusting ahead, she buried her nose at my cock’s root and breathed in profoundly—savoring my thick, virile aroma like a sow in rut.

A faint, desperate mewl slipped past her lips. Her lush mouth then opened, drawing the bloated, oozing crown into her hot, drenched depths with a lewd slurp.

"Mmmph... fuck, your cock is so much bigger than his..." she groaned around my girth, her voice garbled yet audible to Peter. Eagerly, her tongue circled the crown, slurping the leaking precum while her head began pumping with growing whorish fervor.