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

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We did not sit for long.

The moment our breathing steadied, the same thought came to all three of us at once. The Goddess.
We pushed ourselves up from the cold stone and ran out of the cave. The evening air felt cooler against our nearly naked bodies. Sathyavathi in her white bra and navy blue panties, Malliga in her white bra and pink panties, and I in my white bra and maroon panties — the three of us hurried down the path toward the ambulance without caring how we looked.

The ambulance was still exactly where Arjun had left it.
Sathyavathi reached the rear doors first and pulled them open. Malliga and I crowded behind her. For one terrible second I was afraid the space inside would be empty. Then I saw her.

The Goddess idol was still there.
Wrapped carefully, untouched, waiting.
A shaky breath left my lungs. Relief hit so hard that my knees almost gave way. Malliga pressed a hand to her mouth. Sathyavathi simply closed her eyes for a moment.
I climbed into the ambulance and knelt in front of the idol. My hands came together almost on their own. The maroon panties were still damp with Arjun’s cum. The taste of him was still faint on my tongue. All of it felt distant now as I bowed my head.
“Forgive me,” I whispered.
“I did what I had to. You are safe. Please stay with us.”
I stayed like that for a short while, forehead lowered, breathing slowly, letting the presence of the Goddess settle the last of the fear in my chest. When I finally rose, Sathyavathi and Malliga were waiting outside, both of them still quiet with the same relief.
We went back into the forest together, searching for the clothes we had left behind.

I found my yellow blouse, white petticoat and yellow saree near the mouth of the cave where everything had happened. My hands were steadier now as I dressed. First the white petticoat, tying it firmly at my waist. Then the yellow blouse, hooking it closed over the white bra. Finally I dbangd the yellow saree around myself, tucking and pleating it into place until I looked like a normal village woman again. The maroon panties remained underneath, still carrying the last traces of Arjun, but they were hidden now.
Sathyavathi and Malliga found their own clothes and dressed in silence.

When the three of us stood fully clothed once more, the ambulance doors were still open and the Goddess was still safe inside. The worst was over. The men were gone. Our deity remained with us.

We looked at one another in the fading light, tired, changed, and ready at last to take the Goddess home.