Kerryâs voice was soft, laced with that damnable kindness. ââDexter, are you hungry?ââ Her eyes brimmed with sympathy, her expression twisting like a knife in my gut. She thought I was just some poor boy whoâd lost his parents to a tigerâs jaws.
If only she knew.
I hadnât just lost my parents. Iâd lost everythingâmy world, my life, my fucking sanityâripped away and dumped into this primitive hellscape. The Stone Age didnât give a shit about grief. It only cared about survival. About hunger.
And right now, the hunger gnawing at me wasnât for food.
I swallowed hard, my gaze flickering over herâher full lips, the swell of her breasts beneath those leaves, the way her thighs pressed together like she could hide what I knew was between them. She thought I was broken. She had no idea how right she was.
But not in the way she imagined.
Kerry said, patting her head, her voice a mix of concern and kindness. "What am I even asking? You must be hungry. Come, sit here. I will get you something to eat."
She pulled me to sit on the stone bed, her body a mix of exotic beauty and savage charm. She went to the side, bending down to take something out of the leaf gathered in the corner.
As she bent down, her ass became firmer and round, a sight that was a mix of exotic beauty and savage charm. The desire to reach out and touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin, was almost overwhelming.
My cock was throbbing hard, wanting to attack her from behind. The thought was a mix of desire and anticipation, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me. I suddenly thought of the main thing and realized that after meeting those women, I forgot to use my ability.
As Kerry bent down to retrieve something from the corner, my gaze was drawn to her body like a moth to a flame. I couldnât help but stare at her round, firm ass cheeks, barely concealed by the flimsy leaf skirt she wore.
The sight of her bending over, her ass cheeks spreading slightly, revealing the tantalizing darkness between them, sent a jolt of desire through me. I remembered the ability I had forgotten to use, and I activated my
Pervert Eyes
.
Suddenly, translucent red dots appeared on Kerryâs body, each with a number indicating the Pervert Points I could earn by touching that specific area.
The first thing I noticed was the dots on her ass. As she bent over, her ass cheeks spread slightly, revealing a dot right on her asshole, marked with a tantalizing 500 points.
The thought of earning so many points from such an intimate touch was intoxicating. The asscheeks themselves each had a dot, glowing with 50 points, promising the sensation of their firm roundness under my hands. I could almost feel the smoothness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and it made my cock throb with need.
As she stood up and turned to face me, more dots came into view. The dot on her lips glowed with a number: 100.
I could almost taste herâher lips parting just enough to tease me, soft and warm, like a promise I was desperate to claim. My cock throbbed, heavy with need, aching for the moment Iâd finally take what I craved.
Then my gaze dropped lowerâher armpits, marked with 50 points each, a trail of temptation. Unlike the silken skin of the MILFs Iâd had before, hers was wild, untamed.
A thicket of dark curls, damp with the musk of her sweat, the raw, intoxicating scent of her body filling the air. It was primal. Real. And it made my cock pulse, harder than ever, imagining how sheâd taste there tooâhow sheâd whimper when I did.
I saw a dot on her navel, also marked with 50 points. The desire to reach out and touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin, was almost overwhelming. I could almost feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, and it made my cock throb with need.
But the most tantalizing dots were the ones on her breasts. There were two dots, one larger one covering her entire breast, marked with 100 points, and a smaller, more concentrated dot right over her nipple, showing 200 points.
The sight of her nipples, barely concealed by the leaves, sent a jolt of desire through me. I could almost feel the weight of her breasts in my hands, the softness of her skin, and it made my cock ache with need.
The most tantalizing dot, however, was the one on her pubic area. As she moved, the leaves covering her barely concealed the dot on her pussy, marked with a staggering 400 points.
The thought of touching her there, of earning so many points, was almost too much to bear. My cock throbbed painfully, fully erect and aching with need. I could almost feel the warmth of her pussy, the wetness of her desire, and it made my cock pulse with need.
I knew I had to be careful. Touching these areas would earn me points, but I had to be strategic.
I couldnât just grope her in front of everyone. I needed a plan, a way to earn these points without raising suspicion.
Kerry turned back to me, her eyes filled with kindness and concern. "Dexter, hereâs something to eat," she said, handing me a piece of fruit.
I took the fruit, my mind racing with thoughts of how to earn those points. I knew I had to be patient, to bide my time.
But the desire was there, burning within me, a constant reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me. I looked at her and said, " Thank you, Aunt Kerry..."
The
Pervert Eyes
ability was both a blessing and a curse. It showed me the potential for pleasure and reward, but it also heightened my desire to an almost unbearable level.