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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 9 of 10]

She felt every single jet — hot, thick, and forceful — flooding her depths. The warmth spread rapidly through her core as rope after rope painted her inner walls. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder as his cum mixed with her juices and was forced out around his throbbing shaft with every final thrust. Her own orgasm crashed over her at the same moment, her pussy spasming wildly around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop.

Even as pleasure tore through her body, she smiled.

He stayed buried deep inside her for a few moments longer, twitching and leaking the last remnants of his load into her before pulling out.

“Tomorrow, if we end up having a kid,” she teased breathlessly, still feeling his cum leaking down her thighs, “will you name her after my step-sister too?”

His reaction was immediate and vicious. He slapped her face hard, bit down on her exposed nipple, and stormed out of the classroom yelling, “I’m telling you for the last time — I want to fuck Malavika, not have a fucking child with you!”

His cock still hung out, dripping cum onto the floor as he left.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 10 of 10]

Epilogue of Part 1Another batch of students had graduated with a record sixty percent clearing the state bar exam. The only thing that could improve Malavika’s day was gloating about it to her step-sister.

She walked toward Kriti’s classroom with the acceptance letters, but stopped when she heard familiar sounds coming from inside. Moans. Flesh slapping against flesh.

Curious, she peered through the window.

Her star student was fucking her step-sister senseless on the lecture table. And as he came inside Kriti, he moaned hername.

Fuck, Malavika thought, a dark thrill running through her. What a perfect day

Starring: Kriti Sanon & Malavika Mohanan

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy

Kriti & Malavika will return for future sequels

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 1 of 8]

It had been a full month since Tamannaah returned to the village, and she still hadn’t found even a moment for me.

I spoke the words through gritted teeth as I brushed Rajjo’s smooth hide, adorning her with vibrant marigold garlands and colorful beads for the Holi cattle race. The old cow grunted and shuffled restlessly, picking up on the storm raging inside me. She had been my only true companion since I returned permanently from the city after finishing my education. All my school friends had scattered to distant cities or countries, chasing better lives. For years, the only thing that kept me going was the hope of reuniting with Tamannaah.

Oh, Tamannaah. She had been my “wife” in that silly school play when we were children, and from that day on, we lived as if it were real. I had mapped out our entire future before college even started: study hard in the city, return to the village, marry her, and build a beautiful rural life together. But everything collapsed when her father became Sarpanch and she stumbled into movie stardom almost by accident. Shoot schedules devoured our summers. Her visits became rare and rushed, never aligning with mine. Now that she had finally moved back to care for her ailing father, I thought fate had given us another chance.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 2 of 8]

She hadn’t even answered my call.

Today was Holi, and I refused to wait any longer.

After handing Rajjo’s reins to my step-cousin Raashi near the bustling village square, I slipped away behind the old Sarpanch tree, heart pounding with a toxic mix of anger and desperate hope. The distant rhythm of dhols and joyful shouts of villagers felt like they belonged to another world.

“Looking for me, Tommy?”

Her voice — quiet, achingly familiar, laced with wicked amusement — hit me like a lightning bolt. I froze, every nerve in my body igniting. Turning slowly, I saw her.

Tamannaah stood beneath the ancient banyan tree, completely naked. The dappled sunlight kissed her smooth, golden-brown skin, highlighting the generous curves of her full breasts, the soft swell of her belly, and the thick, inviting thighs I had dreamed of for years. A faint sheen of sweat already glowed on her body from the warm afternoon. She looked like a goddess who had stepped out of my deepest fantasies just to torment me.

The earth shifted beneath my feet.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 3 of 8]

I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream every ounce of betrayal and frustration that had built up over the lost years — how she had abandoned our plans the moment success called, how she had left me pining like a fool while she shone under city lights. But my mouth refused to form words. My lips moved uselessly, like a fish gasping on dry land. She noticed and let out a soft, throaty laugh that cut straight through me.

That laugh. It shattered the last fragments of my anger and flooded me with pure, overwhelming lust. My cock twitched and hardened rapidly beneath my dhoti, throbbing with years of suppressed need. All the loneliness, all the nights I had stroked myself thinking of her, crashed over me. Here she was — my childhood love, my lifelong obsession — offering herself without shame.

Her expression softened as she watched my obvious struggle. Dirty hunger flickered across her face, mirroring my own. She wanted this too. She had been waiting for me, just as I had been starving for her.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 4 of 8]

I moved toward her almost involuntarily, knees weak. She was ethereal, a living embodiment of every desire I had ever known. Grabbing a handful of bright red gulaal from the ground, I smeared it across her thigh and hip, marking her as mine in this stolen moment. My knees buckled completely, and I dropped before her in the dirt.

Tamannaah looked down at me, eyes gleaming. She stepped closer, partially squatting, bringing her clean-shaven pussy tantalizingly close to my face. The scent of her — warm, musky, with a sharp edge of fresh aftershave — made my mouth flood with saliva. She had prepared herself for this. For me.

I stuck my tongue out desperately, like a hungry dog begging for a treat. She smiled at the sight.

“Do you like this, my little Tommy?” she purred, voice thick with arousal. “After all these years, are you still this thirsty for your Tamannaah?”

I could only whimper in response, my heart exploding with devotion. This wasn’t just sex. This was my chance to worship the woman I had loved and lost and longed for. I needed to please her more than I needed air. My entire soul ached to make her moan, to prove that no one could ever worship her like I could.

She lowered herself onto my waiting tongue.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 5 of 8]

The first contact sent fireworks exploding through my senses. She tasted divine — sweet and salty, warm and intoxicating, with that clean aftershave edge that told me she had hoped for this exact moment. I licked her slowly at first, savoring every fold, tracing her swollen lips, circling her clit with reverent devotion. My desire to please her grew exponentially with every moan that escaped her lips. Each twitch of her hips, each gasp, fueled me. I pushed my tongue deeper, sucking gently on her clit, losing myself completely in her pleasure. This was my purpose. Making Tamannaah feel good was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Her fingers tightened in my hair as she ground against my face. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, her voice breaking with genuine need. She wanted me. Not some city actor or fan. Me. Her Tommy.

When my tongue grew slick and lost friction, she stood and pulled me up into a fierce embrace. Her soft, full breasts pressed against my chest, her familiar musk filling my lungs. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips, then shoved my face back playfully with a gulaal-covered hand, coloring me as she aligned our bodies.

She guided my aching cock to her entrance and sank down onto me.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 6 of 8]

The moment my tip pushed past her tight, wet folds, the world stopped existing. A decade of pining, of lonely nights, of wondering if I would ever feel her again — it all vanished in the scorching, slippery embrace of her pussy. Tears pricked at my eyes from the sheer intensity of it. This was home. This was everything I had dreamed of and more. Her walls clenched around me like they had been waiting just as desperately. I groaned her name like a prayer, my legs trembling as pure elation flooded every cell in my body.

We moved together, my thrusts matching the hungry roll of her hips. Her sighs turned into full-throated moans that sent my heart racing wildly. The wet slap of our bodies, the smear of colors between us, the distant festival sounds — it all blended into a haze of bliss. I fought not to cum too soon, wanting this to last forever. She noticed my struggle and smiled, pulling away briefly before lowering me to the ground and mounting me properly.

Tamannaah took full control, riding me with powerful, demanding strokes. She used my cock like it existed solely for her pleasure, and I surrendered completely, moaning shamelessly. Looking up at her — breasts bouncing, body painted in red and my devotion, eyes locked on mine with raw hunger — I felt like I was ascending.

But she wanted to break me even further.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 7 of 8]

She suddenly lifted off my cock, leaving me throbbing and desperate. Raising her arm, she exposed the smooth, sweat-glistened skin of her armpit, dotted with tiny dark shaved hairs and shining with the evidence of her exertion.

“Now, drink,” she instructed, her voice commanding and regal, every inch the Sarpanch’s daughter.

I obeyed instantly, leaning up to press my tongue against her warm, salty skin. The taste hit me like a divine elixir — sharp, intimate, deeply feminine, carrying the essence of her effort, her desire, her dominance. It was more than sweat. It was her raw life force, the flavor of years of separation finally bridged. A strange, transcendent tingling spread from my spine to my knees and beyond. I felt complete. Whole. As if every missing piece of my soul had been restored through this single act of submission. I licked and sucked with fervent worship, savoring the tiny hairs against my tongue, drinking her sweat like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Elation surged through me in waves so powerful I nearly blacked out. This was nirvana. This was love in its most primal, honest form.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 8 of 8]

While my tongue devoured her armpit, she stroked my cock with firm, knowing strokes.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Drench me with the colour of your life.”

The words sent lightning through me. She remembered. That long-ago night when I had begged to cum on her tits for the first time. She had wrinkled her nose at first, but I had joked, “It’s not disgusting if you think of it as colouring your body with my life.” She had laughed then, rolled her eyes, and let me. It had been the most intense orgasm of my young life.

Until now.

Hearing her repeat it, voice husky with shared memory and fresh lust, destroyed whatever control I had left. I exploded violently. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from me, painting her stomach, her heaving breasts, her neck, and her outstretched tongue as she leaned down to catch it. She moaned in delight, savoring my taste exactly as she had years ago.

“After all these years,” she breathed, licking her lips with a satisfied smile, “you still taste like mine.”

The overwhelming rush — the years of longing finally released, the validation of her desire matching mine, the sacred taste of her sweat still lingering on my tongue — was too much.

My vision blurred. The world tilted.

I fainted with a smile on my face, knowing this was only the beginning.

Starring: Tamannaah Bhatia

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy

Tamannaah will return for further sequels