Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 499: Pregnant Agatha’s Check Up

Helena paused merely a moment before grasping Lisa’s hand, her fingers quivering. As they departed, I observed their leaving, a gradual, pleased grin twisting my lips.

I strolled around the base too, checking on how everyone fared.

Then I spotted her.

Agatha.

She glided with the ponderous, purposeful poise of a heavily pregnant woman, her flowing robe hugging the bulge of her stomach, the flare of her hips, the heft of her breasts.

The sheer material hid nothing of her dark, stiff nipple tips, thrusting against the cloth like two needy peaks craving touch. Her thighs chafed with every stride, the rub forcing her to nibble her lip, her hands digging into the small of her back to soothe the throb between her legs.

Spotting me, her face brightened, dark eyes sparkling with a blend of loyalty and craving.

"Dexter!" Her tone was rich, tuneful, reminiscent of sweet wine. "Where have you been?"

Ravina pivoted, her look changing from worry to interest as I drew near. The way her glance darted between Agatha and me—as if unraveling the silent charge—made my cock stir.

I grinned, hands slipping into my pockets. "Busy." My gaze roamed over Agatha, pausing on how her robe stuck to the roundness of her belly, the outline of her pussy under the cloth, the dark, curly bush showing when she moved. "Taking care of things."

Agatha smiled wide, her fingers gliding over her bulging tummy, drawing lazy loops that swayed her hips. "This place is amazing," she murmured. "A paradise."

She released a gentle, satisfied breath, her spine curving slightly to thrust her tits ahead. "The beds are like clouds. And the toilet..." She shivered, thighs squeezing tight once more. "You don’t even have to touch yourself to clean your asshole. It’s..." Her tongue traced her bottom lip. "Magic."

Ravina bobbed her head keenly, cheeks reddening as she added, "And the weapons..." Her eyes shone. "Lisa, let me practice with so many. They’re powerful—like nothing I’ve ever held."

I laughed softly, yet my focus stayed fixed on Agatha. How her robe shifted with each breath, nipples scraping the fabric, rigid and needy. How her pussy lips bulged, outlined through the flimsy stuff, slick with wetness.

"Glad you’re enjoying yourselves," I muttered, voice gravelly.

Agatha’s grin gentled, palm settling on her stomach. "Dexter..." Her tone lowered, dense and throaty. "My child’s birth is in your hands..." Fingers followed the belly’s arc, pushing enough to stir the baby. "Do you want to check on me again?"

My breath hitched.

Because fuck.

Her robe hung loose, yet molded perfectly—the rise of her tits, the fullness of her belly, the darkness between her thighs. And those nipples—dark, thick, standing proud—poked the fabric like ideal marks, yearning for sucking.

I gulped hard, my cock hardening fast. "Yeah," I rasped, voice hoarse. "Ravina, help Agatha inside. I’ll check on her."

Ravina agreed with a nod, face solemn as she looped an arm around Agatha’s waist. "Come on," she whispered softly. "Let’s get you comfortable."

Agatha rested against her, breath catching as they inched toward her house. I trailed, gaze glued to her hip sway, ass cheeks clenching per step, robe molding to the crack between them.

The house matched the others exactly, no distinctions, furniture identical too.

"Ravina," I commanded, tone deep. "Help her undress."

Ravina’s hands shook as she undid the ties at Agatha’s shoulders, loosening them with careful leisure. The robe fell away, gliding down her arms, snagging on her engorged breasts before dropping to her feet.

And then she stood bare.

Fuck.

Agatha’s form was perfection—lush, breeding-ready, brimming with vitality. Her stomach rounded firm, skin taut enough to reveal the baby’s faint movements within. Breasts enormous, sagging heavy, dark areolas wrinkled and puffy, nipples rock-hard, protruding like twin invitations to nip.

Her thigh hair was dense, untamed, coiled, a shadowy bush encircling her pussy—glistening already, lips engorged and spread, leaking juices. And her asshole—puckered, shadowy, quivering faintly as if eager for my fingers.

She made no move to hide. Instead, she smirked, palms on her belly as she reclined on the furs. "Well?" she cooed, voice heavy. "Are you just going to stare, or are you going to check on me?"

I breathed out harshly, cock bulging in my pants. "Lie back," I snarled.

She complied, sinking down onto the furs, her thighs parting sufficiently to grant me complete access. That musky, sweet aroma of her arousal, thick and intoxicating, invaded my senses, leaving my mouth watering in anticipation.

"Ravina," I growled, my tone husky. "Strip down. And join me here."

Ravina's breathing stuttered, yet she wasted no time. Her hands tugged at the laces of her dress, loosening them until the material slid off her shoulders and gathered around her ankles.

Soon, she stood fully bare—slimmer than Agatha, yet equally stunning. Her flesh glowed with a flush, nipples stiffened, and her pussy shimmered, puffy with desire.

"Get on the bed," I directed firmly. "Beside Agatha."

Without delay, she followed, her form nestling against Agatha's side, one hand naturally settling on Agatha's stomach.

My gaze lingered on them both, my cock pulsing hard as I shed my garments. "Such good girls," I murmured deeply, gripping my throbbing shaft and giving it a slow stroke.

Agatha's eyes fixed on my cock, her tongue darting across her lips. "Dexter...," she pleaded, voice thick with need.

Positioning myself between their spread legs, my palms glided along Agatha's thighs, forcing them even farther apart. Her pussy dripped wet, lips darkened and engorged, slick with her excitement, the surrounding hair matted from her flow. I leaned close, exhaling warmly over her skin, then dragged my tongue in a deliberate, lingering path from her asshole up to her clit.

Agatha let out a sharp gasp, her spine bowing sharply, fingers twisting into my hair. "Fuck—!"

A low chuckle escaped me as my tongue swirled around her clit, then ventured down to probe her snug asshole. She let out a whimper, thighs quivering while I thrust inside, savoring the raw, earthy tang of her depths.

"Dexter—!" she cried, bucking her hips toward my face.

Withdrawing my tongue, I substituted my fingers, easing them against her asshole before penetrating. She inhaled sharply, her body tightening around the intrusion as I worked them rhythmically, loosening her tight entrance.

"Ravina," I commanded darkly. "Lick her pussy."

Ravina moved swiftly without pause. She repositioned herself, her tongue gliding between Agatha's drenched folds, teasing the clit before plunging deeper. Agatha wailed, clutching Ravina's hair fiercely as her hips jerked wildly.

"Fuck—! Just like that—!" Agatha gasped breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples taut to the point of aching.

My hand stretched upward, fingers capturing one rigid nipple and giving it a sharp twist that drew another gasp from her. "You like that?" I snarled.

"Yes—!" she whined, her pussy contracting around Ravina’s probing tongue.