Having Unrestricted/Untamed S£x With Prehistoric Women Chapter 49: I Will Fuck Both Mother And Child

A broken groan tore from my throat as my hips rolled into Tali’s touch, my cock aching for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her. But it wasn’t just Tali’s hand I wanted. It was everything.

The image of Rúna flashed behind my eyes—her long, silver-white hair spilling over pillows, those full, pouty lips parting in a gasp as I pushed inside her.

I could almost feel the way her body would move beneath mine, her thighs trembling as she spread them wider, her pussy slick and begging for . The thought alone made my cock throb, a sharp, almost painful pulse of need.

And then—Astrid.

Rúna’s mother.

The thought slithered into my mind, dark and intoxicating. If I could take Rúna, make her mine, then why not Astrid too? The older woman’s body, still ripe, still hungry—had she ever been properly fucked?

Had she ever been stretched open by a cock that knew how to ruin her? The idea sent a filthy rush through . I could deceive her. Seduce her. Make her crave the way her daughter would.

I could have both.

The thought was intoxicating.

My cock jerked in Tali’s grip, leaking another thick bead of pre-cum, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I could almost taste it—the way Rúna would whimper as I filled her, the way Astrid’s nails would dig into my back as she ca undone.

Irene stepped forward, her voice cutting through the haze of pleasure like a blade. "Tali, I think Rúna would be best for Welheim," she said, her tone firm, almost possessive.

"She’s a little older than he, but she can take care of him. And after her father died while protecting the clan..." She paused, her eyes flicking to , then back to Tali.

"We’ve struggled to justify giving them food in winter. But if Rúna follows Welheim, we can provide for Astrid and her without breaking the rules. It’s what we owe them."

Tharok nodded in agreent, his voice gruff with approval. "It’s the best solution. Rúna’s father gave his life for the clan. We can’t take care of his family otherwise—not without breaking the hierarchy. But if they follow Welheim, we can ensure they’re fed. It’s what we owe them."

Tali’s fingers still hadn’t left my cock. She gave one last, slow stroke, her thumb pressing against the slick tip, sending another jolt of pleasure through .

"Then it’s settled," she said, her voice husky, her breath warm against my skin. "Rúna will be yours, Welheim. And she’ll take very good care of you."

I should have been excited. The thought of having Rúna—beautiful, kind Rúna—to myself should have been enough. She was no less stunning than those stars from Hollywood, with her full lips and curves that made my mouth water.

But as I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself pretending to be kind, my voice barely steady. "Aunt Tali... I don’t want to force Sister Rúna..."

Irene’s eyes sharpened, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "So you do like Rúna..."

She chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Welheim, do you know... even if your Sister Rúna wanted to follow soone, no one would accept her?"

I shook my head, my cock throbbing in Tali’s grip.

Irene’s voice dropped, her tone almost conspiratorial. "Because if Rúna follows a man, that man has to take care of Rúna and Astrid. Feed two mouths in winter, which is difficult for anyone of any status, even as a hunter. And if soone had a kid..."

She trailed off, her aning clear. "We’d have to share our food with the kid, with only two people’s rations. No one wants that burden."

She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine. "So your sister Rúna will be happy when she knows you want her as your woman. And I think Rúna..." Her voice softened, almost affectionate. "She is a beautiful girl. And she’s kind. She’ll take care of your kids."

The image of Rúna flashed in my mind again—her silver-streaked hair, her soft hands, the way she moved with quiet grace. And then Astrid, her mother, her body still full and warm, her eyes wise with age and experience. The thought of both of them—mother and daughter—under my care, under my body, made my cock twitch violently in Tali’s hand.

Tali’s voice pulled back to the present. "Welheim, Tharok, and I will go talk to Rúna and Astrid. They’ll be happy..." She paused, her fingers giving my cock one last, lingering stroke. "Especially Astrid, knowing soone is actually willing to be with Rúna."

She stood, her leaves shifting slightly, and for a mont, I caught a glimpse of her thighs, the shadow between them, the hint of dampness that made my throat go dry. Then she was gone, the flap of the hut falling back into place, leaving alone in the darkness.

My cock still throbbed, aching and heavy, my body burning with need. My mind was consud with the image of Rúna—her thighs spread wide, her pussy glistening and wet, taking every inch of until neither of us could think straight.

But as the moonlight faded and the silence settled around , one thought burned brighter than the rest:

It wouldn’t be her.

And that made want to fuck Rúna harder.

The mont Tali, Tharok, and Grom stepped out of the hut, the air between Irene and grew thick with sothing unspoken—sothing raw and hungry.

Irene lingered, her eyes locked onto my cock, still swollen and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She bit her lower lip, her breath coming faster, as if she were fighting an internal battle.

Then, in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, she spoke.

"Welheim..." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and my cock jerked in response. "Are you sure your cock isn’t hurting? It looks just like it did this morning... so swollen... so angry..." Her gaze flicked up to mine, dark and hungry, before dropping back down to where my cock pulsed, the tip already slick with pre-cum. "Should I use my saliva... and see if it helps?"

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Irene sank to her knees in front of , the movent slow, deliberate, like she was savoring every second. The leaves covering her body shifted, parting just enough to give a glimpse of the soft flesh of her thighs, the shadowed heat between them.