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

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The second man’s thrusts grew harder and more urgent as he got closer.

He gripped Kasiamma’s ass cheeks tightly, pulled her body firmly against his, and buried his cock deep inside her clean-shaved pussy. With a long, heavy groan he came, flooding her with thick spurts of cum while he kept her locked in the standing position.
“Take it… take all of it inside…” he grunted against her neck, holding himself deep as he emptied everything into her.
At that moment something broke inside Kasiamma’s body.
Even as she continued to cry, her arms suddenly wrapped around his neck and she hugged him tightly. Her thighs trembled. Her clean-shaved pussy clenched hard around his cock in repeated, uncontrollable spasms as a strong orgasm ripped through her. Wetness flooded out of her, coating his cock and dripping down both their thighs while she clung to him, her heavy breasts pressed flat against his chest.
The second man felt every wave of it.
“You’re coming…” he said in surprise and open satisfaction, still buried inside her.
“Your pussy is cumming all over my cock. I can feel it… squeezing and getting even wetter.”
Kasiamma’s face burned with total embarrassment. She kept her arms around his neck, unable to let go while the last tremors of her orgasm continued to shake her body. Tears of shame mixed with the tears already on her cheeks.
“Don’t say it…” she whispered brokenly, her voice full of humiliation.
“Please don’t say it… I’m so ashamed…”
He held her ass cheeks and kept his cock inside her, feeling the final small spasms of her pussy around him.
“You came while I was filling you,” he told her, almost in wonder.
“Your body didn’t lie. Even after all the begging, you came on my cock.”
Kasiamma buried her face against his shoulder, completely embarrassed, still hugging him tightly as the proof of her orgasm leaked out around his cock along with his cum. The shame of her body’s betrayal was heavier than anything she had felt until that moment.



The second man finally pulled his cock out of Kasiamma. Thick cum and her own wetness leaked down her inner thighs.
The priest stepped forward at once. He grabbed Kasiamma’s arm and pulled her away from the second man. She stumbled, still weak from the forced orgasm. The priest picked up the torn white petticoat from the floor, bunched it in his hand, and roughly wiped between her legs, cleaning the mixture of cum and wetness from her clean-shaved pussy and inner thighs.
“She is ready for you now,” the priest said to the first town man, holding Kasiamma by the arm so she could not cover herself.
“Her pussy is open, wet, and already filled once. Enjoy her properly.”
The first man had been watching the entire time, his cock hard and straining. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes until he stood fully naked. His eyes moved over Kasiamma’s heavy breasts, her cum-smeared thighs, and her clean-shaved pussy with open greed.
Kasiamma shook her head weakly, tears still falling.
“Please… no more…” she begged, her voice hoarse.
“I can’t… please don’t give me to him also… I’m begging you…”
The first man did not answer with words. He stepped forward, slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her completely off the ground into his arms. Kasiamma’s naked body hung in his hold, her heavy breasts shifting as he carried her across the chamber.
“Please put me down… don’t…” she cried softly, but she had little strength left to struggle.
He carried her to the low stone slab near the black idol and laid her on her back on the cool surface. Her thighs fell open slightly from exhaustion. He climbed onto the slab, positioned himself between her legs, and looked down at her naked body spread under him.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said thickly.
He pushed his hard cock into her still-wet, cum-filled pussy in one deep thrust and began fucking her on the slab. His body covered hers. His hands gripped her heavy breasts and squeezed them while he thrust in and out with steady, powerful strokes. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the temple once again.
While the first man fucked Kasiamma on the stone slab, the priest stood a few feet away and began speaking to the second man about the debt.
“This clears a good part of what I owe,” the priest said calmly, watching Kasiamma’s body move under the first man.
“Her body is worth more than the money for tonight. If you both are satisfied, we can talk about reducing the remaining amount.”
Kasiamma turned her face to the side on the slab, crying quietly as the first man continued to enjoy her, his cock driving deep into her pussy while his hands openly mauling her breasts. The priest’s bargaining voice mixed with the wet sounds of the fucking, making her feel even more like an object being used to settle a debt. She kept begging in broken whispers to be left alone, but the first man only thrust harder, fully focused on taking his own pleasure from her body.


The first man settled fully between Kasiamma’s open thighs on the stone slab and began to enjoy her without any restraint.
He fucked her with deep, steady strokes, his cock sliding easily through the wetness and the previous man’s cum. Both of his hands stayed on her heavy breasts, squeezing the soft weight, pinching the nipples, pushing her breasts together so he could lower his head and suck on them while he thrust. His hips moved with clear pleasure, and low, satisfied sounds came from his throat every time he buried himself completely inside her clean-shaved pussy.
“Your body feels even better than I expected…” he groaned against her breast, sucking the nipple hard before releasing it.
“Soft… wet… tight… I’m going to take my time with this pussy.”
Kasiamma turned her face toward the priest, who still stood a few feet away watching and occasionally speaking to the second man about the debt.
“Please…” she begged him, her voice raw and broken.
“Save me… make him stop… you said this was for the Goddess… for my son… how can you let them do this to me…?”
The priest did not move. He only glanced at her with the same cold expression and continued his quiet bargaining.
Kasiamma’s eyes filled with fresh tears of pure betrayal.
“You used my grief…” she cried, her body shaking under the first man’s thrusts.
“You told me the curse would only go if I offered myself… and now you are giving me to these men for money… you betrayed me… you betrayed my son’s memory…”
The first man lifted his head from her breast and looked down at her crying face while he continued fucking her hard.
“Keep talking to him,” he said with a rough laugh, thrusting deeper.
“It makes your pussy squeeze me tighter. Cry more. Beg him more. I’m enjoying every bit of it.”
He gripped her breasts again and fucked her with stronger strokes, clearly savouring both her body and her desperate pleas. Kasiamma kept her eyes on the priest even as her heavy breasts bounced under the man’s hands and his cock drove in and out of her.
“Please… if there is any kindness left in you… stop them…” she sobbed.
“I did everything you asked… I let you use me for months… don’t let them finish me like this…”
The priest remained silent and still. The only sounds in the temple were the wet slap of the first man’s body against hers, his low groans of enjoyment, and Kasiamma’s broken voice calling out to the man who had completely betrayed her.


The weight of the priest’s betrayal finally crushed the last of Kasiamma’s resistance.
She stopped pushing at the first man’s shoulders. Her hands fell weakly to the sides of the stone slab. The strength to beg, to twist, or to fight left her body. Tears still ran from the corners of her eyes, but her voice grew quiet and empty. She turned her face away from the priest and stared at the dark temple ceiling, completely helpless.
The first man felt the change immediately.
“That’s it…” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as her body went soft under him.
“No more fighting. Just take it.”
He settled deeper between her open thighs and began to enjoy her fully. His thrusts became longer and more deliberate. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in slowly until his cock was buried to the root inside her cum-filled, clean-shaved pussy. Both hands stayed on her heavy breasts, squeezing and lifting them, thumbs rubbing over the tight nipples while he fucked her with open pleasure.
“Your body feels perfect when you stop resisting,” he groaned, lowering his head to suck one nipple and then the other.
“Soft… wet… completely open for me.”
Kasiamma lay still beneath him, arms limp, thighs fallen open, surrendering completely to whatever he wanted to do. The betrayal by the priest had drained the last fight from her. She no longer looked at anyone. She simply existed under the first man’s body while he used her.
He took his time.
He fucked her in steady, deep strokes, savouring every sensation — the way her pussy gripped him, the wet sounds, the heavy movement of her breasts under his hands and mouth. His breathing grew heavier. His thrusts became shorter and harder as he got closer.
“I’m going to fill you now…” he grunted, gripping her breasts tightly.
“Take every drop.”
With a final series of strong thrusts he buried himself deep and came inside her. Thick pulses of cum flooded her pussy while he held himself pressed tightly against her, enjoying the last contractions of his climax. He stayed on top of her for several long seconds, breathing hard, hands still holding her heavy breasts, his cock still buried inside her as the last of his cum emptied into her helpless body.
Only when he was fully finished did he slowly pull out, leaving her lying on the stone slab with both men’s cum leaking from her clean-shaved pussy, her body completely surrendered and used.