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

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Muthu’s hands stayed grabbed on Sathyavathi’s ass. His breathing had grown heavier. The combination of her body pressed fully against him, the fear she was showing, and the sudden irritation at Arjun seemed to push him over an edge. His voice turned rough and emotional at the same time.
“I love you, Sathya,” he said suddenly, the words coming out thick and unrestrained.
“I have wanted you from the first day I saw you. Not just for fucking. I love you.”
Sathyavathi kept her arms around his neck and looked up at him. A small, teasing smile touched her lips even as she kept her voice soft.
“Really?” she asked.
“You love me? All this time I thought you only wanted to sexually harass me… that you only lusted after my body. I thought it was just that. Only lust.”
Muthu’s grip on her ass tightened.
“No,” he said at once, shaking his head.
“It started like that, but it is not only lust now. I love you. I mean it.”
Sathyavathi let her fingers slowly stroke the back of his neck, still teasing him with her tone.
“You are sure? Because every time you touched me, every time you grabbed me, it felt like you only wanted to use me for sex. I never thought you would say you love me.”
“I do,” Muthu insisted, his voice thicker with both emotion and arousal.
“Come with me to Chennai. A big amount of money is coming to me soon. Once I have it we can live there properly. A good house, everything. You will not have to stay in this village anymore. We can be happy in Chennai.”
He still did not mention the Goddess idol or the foreign buyers. He spoke only of the money and the life he was offering, his hard cock pressing against her through the black shorts, his feelings and lust completely tangled together.
Sathyavathi tilted her head slightly, keeping the act going.
“You would really take me with you?” she asked quietly.
“Leave everything here… just because you love me?”
“Yes,” Muthu said, his voice low and intense.
“Just say yes. I will take care of you. No one else will touch you. Only me.”
Beside them Balu continued to hold Malliga close, his hands still moving over her body, but his attention had half-shifted to the heated exchange between Muthu and Sathyavathi. From the ambulance Arjun’s voice had not come again, yet the tension of his presence remained.
I stood a few steps away, watching Sathyavathi carefully tease and feed Muthu’s emotions and desire, drawing him deeper into the belief that she might actually go with him, while the real plan waited for the right moment to move them toward the caves.


Muthu’s hands stayed heavy on Sathyavathi’s ass as he spoke, his voice rough with emotion and lust mixed together.
“When I first saw you I only wanted to fuck you and leave,” he admitted.
“That was all. But now… something inside me is telling me I cannot leave you here. I have to take you with me. I want to marry you. I want to make you my wife.”
Sathyavathi kept her arms around his neck and let a soft, positive smile touch her lips. Her voice stayed warm and encouraging, carefully feeding his feelings so he would remain under her control.
“You want to marry me?” she asked gently.
“Make me your wife and take me to Chennai with you?”
“Yes,” Muthu said at once, pulling her even tighter against his hard cock.
“I mean it. You will be mine properly.”
Beside them Balu had already pulled Malliga into a complete embrace. His thick arms locked around her, pressing her fully against his shirtless chest. He looked over at Muthu while his hands moved.
“I know exactly how you feel, bro,” Balu said, his voice low and intense.
“I feel the same about Malliga. I want to take her with me. I want to marry her and keep her for the rest of my life. She is driving me crazy.”
As he spoke he shifted his hands higher and squeezed the soft flesh of her underarms over her blouse, right against the sides of her breasts, pressing into the sideboob through the cloth with open hunger. Malliga kept her arms around his neck and stayed close, allowing the touch exactly as the plan required, her face turned slightly inward against his shoulder.

Muthu glanced at Balu and gave a short, rough nod of understanding, still holding Sathyavathi tightly. The two men were now both caught in the same mix of lust and sudden possessive emotion, each one believing the woman in his arms might actually belong to him beyond this forest.

I stood a few steps away, watching Sathyavathi continue to smile softly at Muthu, keeping him completely focused on her, while Balu’s hands stayed locked on the sides of Malliga’s breasts over her blouse. The plan was still holding. The caves and the cliff remained the real destination, even as both men began speaking of marriage and taking them away.