Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 538: Running Through Corpses

Linda suddenly emitted a faint, broken sigh before going completely still beneath Selena. Her eyes rolled back as exhaustion finally overtook her. She had completely passed out, her body giving faint twitches from aftershocks, while cum and squirt continued to slowly leak from her ravaged body.

Selena was hardly in a better state. She lifted her drenched and weary face from between her mother’s thighs, breathing heavily. Her chin and lips were coated in a messy combination of cum, squirt, and saliva. Her arms trembled as she attempted to support herself.

Diana observed them for a moment with a look of satisfied amusement. Then, she gently pulled me back. "Enough for now," she said softly, assisting me in putting my clothes back on. Her hands were surprisingly tender as she buttoned my shirt, zipped my pants, and straightened my collar as a caring wife would.

"Let these two useless sluts get some rest. They have earned their peace after being such good little cumrags."

She took my hand and guided me toward the door. Before departing, she cast a final glance back at the unconscious mother and the spent daughter. "Sleep well, you filthy pair. We will play with you again soon."

As we stepped out of the room, Grace was already waiting in the dimly lit hallway, her expression tense and professional.

"Boss," Grace stated urgently, "we need to relocate. I believe it would be best if we departed America. It is no longer safe here. The situation is escalating by the minute."

Diana resolutely shook her head, her grip on my hand tightening. "I am not leaving."

Grace’s features grew more strained. "But boss—"

"No buts," Diana interrupted her sharply, her voice acquiring a cold, decisive tone.

I gently drew Diana closer, meeting her gaze. "Diana... I believe she is correct. It truly is not safe here anymore. We ought to contemplate relocating."

Diana’s expression shifted instantaneously. A flicker of hurt and vulnerability crossed her typically dominant features. She looked up at me, her expression almost pleading.

"No... I am not leaving," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "After all this time... we finally united. Are you telling me to leave now? After all that has transpired... after all that I have given you?"

The raw emotion present in her voice struck me profoundly. I drew her into a firm embrace, encircling her possessively and pressing her head against my chest.

"I will not abandon you," I stated softly yet with conviction. "I will go with you... wherever you decide to go. It matters not to me. As long as I am with you."

Diana’s body relaxed within my arms. She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes shimmering, then rose onto her tiptoes and kissed me deeply on the lips—a prolonged, passionate, loving kiss, enacted right before Grace, without concern for any observers. Her tongue tenderly brushed against mine as she poured all her feelings into that kiss.

When she finally drew back, a slight flush graced her cheeks. She rested her forehead against mine and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear:

"You truly are the only one capable of rendering me so vulnerable... I love you."

Grace remained silently to the side, observing the intimate moment without utterance, although a subtle hint of surprise was discernible on her usually impassive face.

Diana eventually turned back to Grace, still holding my hand firmly, our fingers tightly intertwined. "Prepare a more secure location within the country for the time being," she commanded, her voice reasserting its characteristic authoritative strength. "We are not fleeing. Not yet."

Grace offered a reluctant nod. "Understood, Boss."

Diana rested her head on my shoulder as we began to walk down the dimly lit corridor, her body pressing affectionately against mine. For a few moments, the only sound that echoed around us was the soft tread of our footsteps. Then, she spoke softly, almost hesitantly.

"Dexter... what am I to do with those women?" She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "I know you do not wish me to harm them. After all... they are now your women, regardless of circumstance."

I regarded her with genuine astonishment.

Diana chuckled lightly and tapped the tip of my nose with her finger, a playful yet affectionate smile gracing her lips. "You fool... I know you better than anyone else in this world... hehe."

I stood astounded. What she had said was completely accurate.

Even prior to acquiring these abilities, I had engaged in numerous affairs with my mother's associates, influential women in corporate settings, and many married women. Yet, I had never ruined their lives or caused harm to their families. And even after gaining my powers, during my time in the Stone Age world, I had dallied with many women... but I never truly inflicted harm upon any of them. Once they became mine, an inner compulsion always made me want to protect them rather than break them.

I drew Diana into a warm, tight embrace and gently kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger there for a significant moment.

"Thank you for loving me so deeply..." I whispered against her skin, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for understanding me in a way no one else does."

Diana’s arms encircled my waist, her head resting on my chest as she prepared to utter words of affection. But suddenly, a deafening volley of shots shattered the quiet. Gunfire erupted from the corridor’s far end, the bullets tearing through the air with sharp cracks. One of Diana’s guards, stationed near a corner, was instantly struck. His body convulsed unnaturally as three rounds pierced his chest, painting the wall behind him with a spray of blood before he fell silently to the ground.

Almost immediately, the chilling sound of high-powered sniper fire joined the chaos. Windows lining the hallway exploded in rapid succession, showering the area with glass shards that acted like lethal shrapnel. A flying fragment grazed a fleeing guard’s face, opening a deep wound as a scream tore from his throat.

"Contact! We are under attack!" Grace yelled, her weapon already drawn.

More gunshots followed. A sniper bullet smashed through a window, decapitating another guard in a gruesome spray of red mist. He dropped like a detached marionette, his blood quickly forming a pool on the floor.

Diana’s eyes blazed with a mix of fury and concern. She pulled me forcefully against the wall, using her own body to shield me as bullets whizzed past, gouging chunks from the plaster.

"Stay down low!" she commanded, drawing her handgun.

Another window shattered about ten feet in front of us. A sniper round struck one of Diana’s female operatives attempting to seek cover. The bullet tore through her shoulder, exiting in a bloody spray, and spun her around before a second shot hit her in the back. A single scream escaped her lips before she fell silent, her body sliding down the wall.

Grace returned fire towards the distant windows, simultaneously speaking into her earpiece, "Evacuate! The site is compromised! Multiple hostiles with sniper support!"

The hallway had devolved into a deadly spectacle. Bullets streaked through the air in precise, lethal lines. Another guard attempting to dash across the corridor was cut down mid-stride. Two sniper rounds struck his leg and torso, sending him crashing through a shattered window frame. A rain of glass and blood followed as more windows continued to explode under the impact of precise, high-velocity shots.