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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

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“Look at me!” she had finally snapped. “I married your fucking father in this dress and I swam in it for you. I’m completely naked in front of you! Does this remind you of nothing? Am I not enough anymore?" She finally realised that she was always the duplicate, despite what she'd heard him claim to Kriti last year. It never mattered that he thought of her when fucking her sister. Nothing could change the fact that she came to him first.

His calm reply: “You seem comfortable. That’s good for you.”

Her mind couldn't take the guilt and shame of that moment anymore. Malavika snapped back to the present and she lay beneath him now, fully dressed in her bridal outfit, broken and trembling with need.

He smirked down at her, fingers tracing the neckline of the choli.

“You wanted the monster back,” he said darkly. “Now you’re going to get everything you asked for".

Starring: Malavika Mohanan with Special Appearance from Kriti Sanon

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy Sequel

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

 

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Part 3: The Original

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He got off the bed, towering over her. Using the moment, she decided to try to take things back into her own hands by sitting up at the edge of the bed.

He clicked he tongue with a smirk. “You don’t think that this is an ‘act of defiance’ or something do you?”.

She whimpered.

He pushed her against the headboard and she landed on the pillows. Her mind told her to rebel, but her body wanted its prize. The pot of gold at the end of the year-long voyage that she had undertaken since that fateful graduation day last year. She simply looked at him. Her face showed an expression that was part curiosity and part fear. Oh what had she become?

 

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He crawled onto the bed and yanked at her flowy lehanga. The expensive red lehenga ripped apart like cheap paper under his hands. Malavika gasped sharply as the fabric gave way. Her pelvis suddenly feeling the cold, harsh air brushing against her pussy that has been heating up ever since he walked into the room. The veil stayed on her face, partially obscuring her wide, fearful eyes.

For a moment, he simply stared down at her — the woman he had obsessed over for years, now lying beneath him in the shredded remains of the wedding clothes she had worn for his own godfather. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

One final movement of his hand, and she’d be free. He’d claim his grand prize. His abstinence would not have been for nothing. And so, he tore her choli off. Her large tits bounced free as if waiting for their captivity to end. His meal was ready.

Finally.

 

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He took his time undressing, letting her watch. Malavika’s chest heaved with a mixture of terror and desperate arousal as his thick, veiny cock sprang free — heavier and harder than she had ever seen it with Kriti. A full year of deprivation had turned him feral.

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her. His hands roamed slowly at first — almost reverently — tracing the curves he had only ever touched through her step-sister’s body. He squeezed her breasts hard, thumbs flicking across her nipples, then slapped them lightly, watching them jiggle.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled. “Not just your body. You. The real one. The superior one. The one who thought she could play god with everyone’s life.”

Malavika whimpered beneath the veil as he spread her legs wide. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices, teasing her swollen clit until her hips bucked involuntarily.

“Please…” she whispered, voice shaking.

 

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He pushed inside her — slow, deliberate, inch by inch — stretching her walls after so long without him. Malavika’s back arched sharply, a broken moan tearing from her throat. He was thicker than she remembered. Meaner.

This is victory. This is Kriti’s older, prouder sister wrapped around my cock. This is my godfather’s wife moaning like a cheap whore under me. I’m taking everything that tried to break me.

He bottomed out and held still for a long moment, savouring the way her pussy clenched desperately around him. Then he began to move — deep, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits bounce with every thrust. The torn bridal fabric tangled around her waist as he fucked her.

 

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Malavika’s hands clutched at his shoulders. At first, there was reserved excitement in her eyes — the thrill of finally winning. But as his pace quickened and his thrusts turned brutal, that excitement twisted into something closer to fear. He wasn’t making love. He was claiming. Punishing. Conquering.

He threw her onto the sofa, yanked her hips up, and slammed back inside in one vicious stroke. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He fisted her hair through the veil and pulled her head back.

 

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“Tell me,” he snarled between thrusts. “Tell me why you married him.”

“Because… ahh!… because I wanted you!” Malavika cried. “I wanted to win… against her… against everyone!”

He laughed darkly and fucked her harder. “And now you’re just another hole for me. Just like your sister.”

The sex became raw and animalistic.

He fucked her in every position he desired. He pinned her legs back in missionary, folding her in half while he pounded deep enough to bruise her cervix. He made her ride him, slapping her ass red every time she slowed down. He took her against the wall, her torn lehenga hanging from one ankle, her tits pressed against the cold surface while he railed her from behind.

 

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Every thrust carried years of obsession, cruelty, and triumph.

Malavika’s mind fractured under the onslaught. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful. She had wanted the monster — but this version of him terrified her as much as it aroused her. She no longer felt in control. She felt owned.

As another orgasm ripped through her, she begged hoarsely:

“Cum inside me! Please! Fill me! Scream my name when you do it!”

 

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He smirked, slowed his thrusts, then suddenly pulled out. Malavika whimpered in desperate disappointment, her pussy clenching around nothing. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate as another one of his cumrags. Except, she wasn’t even worth cumming into.

He stroked his thick cock twice and erupted across her body — thick, heavy ropes of cum painting her heaving breasts, her neck, her face beneath the veil. Some landed on her tongue as she gasped.

The force of her final orgasm, combined with emotional exhaustion and the sheer intensity of being used so thoroughly, overwhelmed her. Her eyes fluttered.

She fainted.

 

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Malavika woke sometime later, body aching, throat dry. Her breasts were still sticky with his drying cum. She turned her head weakly.

The journal lay open beside her on the pillow — turned to the final page.

A breathtaking nude drawing of her. Exactly as she had looked in the sauna: erect nipples poking outward, tits shaped exactly like her real ones, sarong slipping off her body. The only difference: her face was calm and composed. He had drawn it from a single glance.

A full circle. She had tried to trap him… and he had trapped her right back.