Misc. Erotica The Goddess (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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After the first offering the priest began using the small temple pond as well.

The pond sat in one corner of the inner courtyard, a shallow stone basin meant for ritual washing before prayers. On the evenings he called Kasiamma, he first made her strip completely in the inner chamber — saree, blouse, petticoat, bra and panties — until she stood naked under the oil lamps. Then he led her by the wrist out to the pond. He ordered her to step down into the cool water until it reached mid-thigh and touched the lower curve of her ass. He removed his own orange cloth and stepped in behind her, his thin body pressing against her back, his hard cock sliding between her ass cheeks.
He fucked her standing in the pond.

One hand gripped her heavy breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple, while the other held her hip. He pushed his cock up into her clean-shaved pussy from behind and began thrusting, the water splashing softly around their legs with every movement. He spoke the same filthy words into her ear the entire time — that the water was holy, that every thrust was washing the curse of Santosh’s death out of her body, that the Goddess was using his cock to clean her from the inside. Kasiamma held the stone edge of the pond and took it, her breasts shaking in his hand, her pussy open and wet around him. He came inside her while they still stood in the water, holding himself deep and forcing her to stay still until he finished.

Then he took her back into the empty inner temple and continued.
He laid her on the cool stone floor directly in front of the black idol and fucked her again on her back, her thick thighs spread wide, her heavy breasts moving with each thrust. He turned her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind, gripping her wide hips and slamming against her ass cheeks so that the sound of skin meeting skin filled the silent temple. He made her sit on his cock and ride him while he sucked and bit her nipples, telling her that the up-and-down movement was pumping the last of the curse out of her womb. He pushed her flat onto her stomach, spread her ass cheeks with both hands, and forced his cock into her asshole once more, repeating that even this hole had to be washed clean before the Goddess would fully lift the punishment.
He used every place inside the empty temple.

He fucked her against the stone walls, her back scbanging the rough surface while he held her thighs open. He bent her over the low platform at the feet of the idol and took her there, her naked body only inches from the ancient black stone. He made her kneel on the steps and face away from him so he could push into her pussy and then her asshole from behind while she stared at the Goddess. Each time he finished he made her clean his cock with her mouth before allowing her to rest. Throughout every act he kept repeating the same lie in his thick, disgusting voice — that each thrust, each hole, each drop of his cum was washing the curse away, that Santosh’s soul was coming closer to peace, that the family was being protected only because she was offering herself so completely.


Kasiamma returned again and again.
The pond and the empty temple became the regular places of her offering. She stepped into the water naked, took his cock inside her, and then let him use her on the stone floor, against the walls, and at the very feet of the Goddess, all while the priest’s filthy words filled her ears and his cum filled her body. The curse he had invented remained the chain that kept her coming back