Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 735: Night on Maya’s Lap

I sucked one last time, slower and deeper, before finally pulling away. Only two faint pink marks remained where the fangs had pierced her. Color had fully returned to Maya’s face. Her breathing was steady again. She was completely healed.

I then put on a show of sudden weakness, swaying as if the effort — or a small amount of residual venom — had affected me. I collapsed backward onto the bamboo floor.

Maya immediately scrambled over, her still-exposed thigh and the clinging red panties fully visible as she leaned over me in panic.

"Dexter?! What happened?! Dexter! Dexter! Open your eyes!"

Rachel looked equally alarmed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mom’s worried expression... until I caught her gaze and gave her a small, deliberate wink when the other two weren’t looking.

Mom’s thought reached me at once, dry and exasperated.

[This bastard is pretending again... hmph.]

Maya turned to Victoria with tears still shining in her eyes. Her voice trembled, full of helplessness and fear.

"Teacher... what... should we do...? He’s not waking up properly... What if something is wrong...?"

Victoria froze. For a moment she truly didn’t know how to answer. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions.

She looked at Maya’s pale, anxious face and felt a sharp ache in her chest. Over these days, she had already come to understand her own feelings toward the younger woman. Maya was not just a former student or subordinate.

She was someone Victoria regarded as a younger sister — someone she had failed, someone she still owed a great debt to. The cold act in the meeting room, the forced distance, the way she had hurt Maya for the sake of the plan... all of it weighed on her.

Since she couldn’t openly make amends right now, the only way she could think of to compensate Maya was through her son. If Dexter took responsibility for Maya, if he eventually made her his woman — her daughter-in-law — then at least some of that debt could be repaid.

Having reached that quiet, resolute decision, Victoria immediately threw herself into the role of a terrified mother. She leaned over me, her voice rising with forced panic.

"Dexter...! Dexter, open your eyes...! Don’t scare me like this...! Say something...!"

She gently shook my shoulder, careful not to overdo it, while her expression stayed perfectly distressed for Maya and Rachel’s benefit.

I let out a soft, weak murmur, keeping my eyes half-closed and my voice deliberately faint.

"Hmm... Mom... don’t shake me too much... I’m just feeling a bit sleepy... Don’t worry... It’s not the poison. I spat out everything I sucked from Aunt Maya... I just feel a little weak right now... My body feels heavy... I’ll be fine in a while... Just let me rest for a bit..."

Maya’s face was still pale with worry. Without hesitation, she moved behind me, carefully lifting my head with both hands and guiding it onto her lap.

The soft warmth of her thighs pressed against the back of my head. The damp fabric of her red dress and the thin panties beneath did little to hide the softness of her body.

"Here... rest like this for a moment," she said gently, her voice still shaky. One of her hands lightly brushed my hair away from my forehead, the gesture tender and almost unconscious. "Don’t push yourself... Just close your eyes and recover..."

Her other hand stayed near my shoulder, as if she was afraid I might slip away again. The worry in her eyes was completely genuine.

Victoria watched the scene for a second longer, then reached out and took Maya’s free hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze — both as part of her act and because she truly wanted to comfort the younger woman.

The bamboo house was quiet except for the distant sound of waves and Maya’s soft, anxious breathing as she continued to cradle my head on her lap.

Night fell gradually. The last traces of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only the pale glow of the moon filtering through the gaps in the bamboo walls. Because we had never managed to start a fire, the temperature inside the simple shelter dropped steadily. A damp, biting chill settled over everything. The wet clothes we were still wearing only made the cold feel sharper.

After a while, I felt Maya begin to shiver beneath me. The soft muscles of her thighs trembled slightly from the cold, and her breathing had grown a little uneven. Rachel, sitting nearby with her arms wrapped around herself, was also clearly feeling the drop in temperature.

I opened my eyes slowly. Several hours had clearly passed while I rested on Maya’s lap.

Maya noticed the movement immediately. She looked down at me, her voice quiet and laced with residual worry.

"Dexter... you’re awake? How do you feel? Does anything still hurt?"

I gave a small nod, keeping my voice low.

"Mm. I’m better now. Just a little weak earlier. I’ll go try to start a fire... it’s getting too cold in here."

The moment I started to sit up, both Maya and Rachel reached out at the same time. Their voices overlapped with quiet but firm urgency.

"No—"

"Don’t."

Maya gently but firmly pressed me back down, still keeping my head on her lap.

"We don’t know what’s out there in the dark. What if there’s another snake... or something worse? Wild animals, unstable ground... anything. It’s not safe."

Rachel nodded quickly, her arms still wrapped tightly around herself.

"Please... just stay here for now. We already had one scare today. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt."

Victoria, who had been sitting quietly nearby, spoke in a calm but serious tone.

"They’re right, Dexter. Going out there without light is too risky. We can endure the cold for one night. At first light we can gather wood properly and start a fire."

Maya looked down at me again, her expression soft but resolute.

"You’ve already done more than enough for us today. Just rest. We’ll stay close together and wait for morning. It’s only a few more hours."

Rachel added quietly, her voice still a little shaky,

"If we stay side by side, it won’t be as cold... right?"

The four of us remained in the dim bamboo house, the cold seeping in through the gaps, while the sound of the waves outside continued without pause.