Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 82: Aunt Hina’s Pregnancy Concern

Hina was ahead of , moving her hips in a leisurely manner, and with every step she threw out my eyes were like they were drawn to her with a magnetic power. She turned back with her gaze over her shoulder and said, seeing , "Dexter," she spoke with her silky and warm voice, "Co here. Let’s find out if any of these herbs might work for you."

She took around the corner of the cave to where the dried plants were laid out on a flat stone.

In my eyes, they all looked like the sa types of grass with different leaves, as so leaves were wide, so thin, and so looked like they had a light tint of green, while others were dried, brittle brown.

As Hina spoke about the herbs, she spoke with a softer reverence, tracing her fingers over the pile as if the herbs were sothing sacred.

"These were gathered by Ryan and the others, over the years," she said softly, though proud, she added, "A long ti ago, when we were in need of healers from other tribes, they would take our hunters out for days, to find these herbs. It was so much trouble, and sotis they didn’t even want to share the best ones with us."

She took a bunch of leaves and rubbed her fingers. "Now, when Ryan or the others find them when they are hunting, they take them here. We have been hoarding them, just in case."

Her gaze was toward mine, and there was sothing in the manner in which she stared at , sothing about the distance between us that gave rise to a tension. "But now that you’re here," she said, with a slight drop in her voice, "You can use them how you want. You know more about them than any of us."

I moved closer, and the herbs’ earthy aroma filled the space between us. My fingers hovered over the heap, but they eventually settled on a long, serrated leaf plant.

I took it, started rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger, and felt the rough texture. "This one will work for you, Aunt," I said in a low and confident voice.

The air in the cave was thick, heavy with the scent of dried herbs and sothing else—sothing warr, sothing alive.

Hina stepped closer, her body nearly flush against mine. The warmth of her radiated through the thin fabric of my skirt, her breath shallow and uneven as she gripped my wrist like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go.

Hina’s fingers tightened around mine, her dark eyes burning into with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

Her voice was soft but urgent, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Dexter... there’s sothing I need your help with."

I didn’t pull away, keeping my voice steady, my expression carefully neutral, though my pulse was already quickening. "What is it, Aunt Hina? If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it."

Hina felt very nervous and uneasy, her hand shaking a bit as she looked at my face, her dark eyes reflecting a strange combination of hopelessness and sothing else - sothing untad and weak. "Dexter..." Her voice was gone, the crack shooting a shudder through . "Is there... is there any kind of magic herbs that can cure any disease?"

But I really don’t know about any such magical herbs. So I said, "Aunt, I don’t know of any such herbs." However, she had a secret - sothing she hid from behind that strange question.

I moved my upper body toward her a little bit, my voice becoming softer and more persuasive, "But... only if I knew what the disease is, I could co up with sothing."

Hina gasped, with her teeth clenched, she gripped my wrist harder, and she hesitated, pressing her lips to a thin line. Seldom, she made a revelation barely loud enough for to hear, "Pregnancy...? It’s...about my pregnancy?"

I felt a punch in the gut with this question. I was a little bit shocked, and my stare imdiately t hers. Hina’s eyes neither lowered nor hesitated - they showed only a desperate, burning request which made feel sexually irritated.

"Fuck," was my thought as my mind was already off to the places it shouldn’t be - images of Hina under , legs apart, her pussy shiny and ready for to penetrate with my seed.

With a not-so-serious tone and a slow voice, I asked her, "Aunt, why do you need herbs for that? You just need to let Elder Ryan put his seed inside your pussy."

Her smile turned into a grimace of dislike, and her speech was tinged with annoyance, "Him?" She didn’t sound amused at all when she let out a sarcastic laugh and turned my hand, which was in her grasp, to a point where the pain was almost unbearable. "His cock won’t even get hard, Dexter."

I was amazed, and my face imdiately showed my expression of surprise, "What?"

In a very quiet and very secretive tone, Hina’s eyes looked around the cave as if the very walls were listening, said, "You really can’t tell anyone about this, Dexter. Please." Her fingers, acting as if they were claws, dug into my skin, her voice quivering as she spoke.

"If the people in the tribe find out, they’ll laugh at him. They’ll call him weak. Ryan’s reputation as a leader will be ruined." Her grip on tightened, her voice breaking. "Promise you won’t tell."

And then it clicked. That was the reason why she did not demand herbs to heal his cock directly. She was defending him, although her own desperation was eating her up.

I nodded, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I promise, Aunt. I won’t tell anyone. But when did this happen? When did his cock stop getting hard?"

Her eyes were black, her voice scarcely more than a murmur. "Since the very first night," she said, and her voice was choking with frustration.

"He has never managed to put his cock inside . It just... stays limp. Whatever we do, however much I implore him, he is unable to get hard. He can’t release his seed. And now..." Her voice wavered, her eyes glead with unspent tears.

The voice of Hina, who was pressing her body to mine, was cracking, and her breath was hot and uneven. "Now I am running out of ti," she said, pinching my arms with her fingers in an attempt to drown, and I was the only one who could hold her up.

"My bleeding is growing lighter with each month. Soon it will cease to exist at all... and I will never be a mother". Her dark eyes shone with unwept tears, her voice brutally desperate. "I can feel it, Dexter. My body is betraying . Each day that cos, I miss the opportunity."