Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 76: Kina’s Curiosity: What Dexter Did to Ruth?

A little, involuntary gasp of surprise ca out of Ruth, and she tensed her body to my touch. "Aah Hmmm..." she said, blushing much more warmly, however, not with sha.

The early morning air was cool on our skin, and we got out of the hut. It was early, the sun was just beginning to co up, but the eastward sky was lightening, the first rays of daylight beginning to color the horizon with the pale yellow of pink and gold.

I went out and saw that the whole tribe was already roused--n, won, and children getting out of their huts as the first rays of daylight fell upon the earth.

I thought it at that ti: their lives were like the sun. They woke as it rose and gave in to sleep as soon as it descended behind the horizon.

But my mind was elsewhere. I looked around with my eyes and tried to find Mitt, Tusk, and Ryan. Not here. I suppose they had to go out hunting again.

At this mont, I realized that Kina was coming my way, with a purpose, long legs bearing her toward us. "Dexter..." she called, and her voice was bright as her eyes flitted to and fro between and Ruth.

She paused, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, and looked us over. "My father told that you and Ruth are... now together." Her eyes were keen, evaluative, and she had a trace of teasing in her voice.

I took Ruth even nearer, and my arm around her waist clutched her in a possessive way. Yes, sister, I added steadily. "Ruth is my woman now."

The smile of Kina broadened, and her face was filled with real warmth when she looked at Ruth. "Congratulations, Ruth!" she said and stretched out to squeeze the arm of her sister. However, next she changed her expression and her eyes beca serious as she stared at .

"Dexter," she said, almost warningly. "It is not even a whole day since you were here. And already hast thou possessed our Ruth." She walked up and her eyes slightly narrowed. "She’s precious to us. To . So you see, I myself can not permit you to beat her. I will not forgive you in case you do."

Her eyes then beca gentle, and she looked again toward Ruth, but her voice was close. "Tell whether my brother bullies you or not," she said, softer and yet with an edge. "I will beat him up."

Ruth shook her head at once and ca nearer to my side, in an effort to take refuge in my chest. "No, Kina..."

"Dexter is good to . He loves . Takes care of ." Her head went back, her dark eyes looking up at , and her expression was full of a love which seed to be pondering at my ribs. "You know my circumstances, about how I have labored. But now... I’m happy. Because I’m Dexter’s woman."

Kina smiled to herself, though her smile faded almost instantly, and then she uttered a low, mocking laugh. "Oh, Ruth, you’re getting on the side of your man now?" It was not an accusation she made in her voice, only a form of joking, the sort of thing brothers and sisters do to each other, poking at each other’s tender spots.

Then, her curiosity shifted. "Where are you guys going?" Yes, said she, looking back and forth.

Ruth didn’t hesitate. To bathe, she said, in a light-minded but detached tone. "We’re dirty from last night."

Kina smiled and nodded her head. Co on, Ruth, co on, she said, already drawing near. "I’ll also take a bath. Many days have passed since I was last washed." She had her arms above her head, as though she were saying the word with them, and her costu of a leaf-dress made a slight movent by the motion.

I froze.

Many days?

I looked at Kina, and then at the tribe. The road leading to the stream was almost deserted--we and so stragglers only, and the moaning of the woods.

There was no one apparently on his way to the water. There was no one walking along laughing, no children running before their parents, splashing. Just... silence.

I had a look around, and my eyes wandered over the huts and the people who were still hovering about them. The elders were sitting outside, and their skin was dusted by sweat and dirt, and their clothes, which were scanty, were stained with the dirt of everyday life.

The won at the fires were sared and their hands turned brown. The children who were playing in the dirt were covered in it as their little bodies were streaked with mud and ash.

I felt a shiver of understanding.

They don’t bathe daily.

Of course they didn’t.

There was no water and soap, and a day-in, day-out world. This was survival. This was tribal life. Cleanliness was not a need, but a luxury. A rare one, at that.

I sighed, and my brain was going round. How often do they wash, then? Once a week? Once a month? Not till the sll is too much, or the dirt is so much that it begins to itch?

Kina didn’t seem bothered by it. Neither did Ruth, Ada, or Kerry. To them, this was normal.

But to ?

I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching at my sides.

This was going to take so getting used to.

Kina’s expression wavered, her sternness lting as she saw the sincerity in Ruth’s eyes. But then, as if unable to resist, she reached out and took Ruth’s hand, pulling her gently forward—"Co with ..."—only for Ruth to let out a sharp, pained gasp.

"Hmm—aaah... Kina..." Her legs clenched together, her face contorting as the sudden movent sent a jolt of discomfort through her.

I reacted instantly, my hand shooting out to grip Kina’s shoulder. "Sister," I said, my voice sharp with warning. "Ruth is still hurt. You have to be careful with her."

Kina froze, her eyes flicking between Ruth’s pained expression and my protective stance. Then, her gaze locked onto mine, her brows lifting in realization—and accusation. "And whose fault is it," she said, her voice laced with mock sternness, though there was a hint of amusent beneath it, "that she’s hurt in the first place?" She crossed her arms, her head tilting slightly as she waited for my answer.

I didn’t flinch. "Mine," I admitted, my voice unapologetic. "And I’ll make sure she’s taken care of."

Kina looked at for a long ti and sighed, shaking her head. You better, she said to herself, but her mouth was twitching. Or I will see my threat through.

Ruth, still bowing against , made a little, weary laugh at , her body slightly shaken by the residual aches. Kina, stop scaring him, she said, and her voice was weak with relief, as though she had been holding her breath till that point.

Kina at last yielded, and her stern face relaxed as she leaned forward to stroke the hair of Ruth with affection. Fine, fine, she said, but her eyes were still as in the warning light as they shifted back up at .

"But I’m watching you, Dexter." Her voice was bright, verging on mockery, though the threat was evident. She was not rely protecting Ruth; she was asserting her right to protect Ruth.

Then, abruptly changing the tone of her voice, Kina turned to Ruth. "Now, co on, Ruth. Let’s go." She put Ruth by the hand and pulled her toward her. Tell all my brother did, I said, and her voice went down to the conspiratorial hiss as they passed in front of .

I saw them off, with Kina, his protective arm around the shoulders of Ruth, their heads bent together when Ruth was talking, in covert, animated tones.