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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 4 of 10]

A subtle forward tilt of her shoulders offered him a clear view of her soft, round cleavage — an unspoken invitation. His cock swelled instantly, straining against his trousers. Although she was still only the bridge between him and her own bloodline, his dreamgirl, she enjoyed it when her body had maddening effects on him.

She leaned back further, elbows resting on the table, presenting an unobstructed access to her cleavage.

Instead of putting his dick between her tits, he grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the table, laying her down horizontally. Her heart raced.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 5 of 10]

“What lesson would you like to teach me today, Miss?” he growled, slowly unraveling her saree.

“Oh honey,” she smiled playfully, “you’d better turn to page tits.”

The cheeky reply ignited something fierce in him. He tore her blouse open, exposing her full breasts to the stale classroom air.

They had fucked many times before, but never here. As his thick cock pressed against her entrance and slowly sank into her drenched pussy, she let out a shaky moan. The sensation of his smooth, hot skin rubbing against her inner walls sent electric shivers racing through her body with every inch he claimed. The way the swollen head dragged along her sensitive ridges made her toes curl.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 6 of 10]

As he began thrusting, her mind drifted back to their third date. That evening, after weeks of heavy flirting, she had let him cum on her face in the college’s disabled washroom. She still remembered the thrill of kneeling before her own student, eyes closed, as thick ropes of his warm cum painted her cheeks and lips. She had surprised herself by loving the taste — slightly salty, slightly sweet. She had licked every drop she could reach, savoring it while he watched in stunned arousal.

That memory made her pussy clench around him now.

There’s something about her moans that makes him feel like the king of the world. He may not be in love with her, but he sure as hell loves the sight of her body beneath him—the sounds she makes, the way she squirms, the way she feels when he knows this isn’t one of their classes. Here, he’s in control.

But another memory soon surfaced — the one that had changed everything.

It was their tenth date. They had gone to the campus bar and drank too much. In a haze of alcohol and lust, she had dragged him into the bathroom and stripped for him. The romantic lighting and her overwhelming desire had made her throw caution to the wind.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 7 of 10]

After eighteen minutes of passionate, reckless sex, he had panicked.

“I need to cum,” he gasped. “Please let me pull out.”

In her overconfident, lust-drunk state, she had told him to finish inside her. She knew it in her heart, it was a mistake. Eight years’ age gap, her own fucking student, there was a million ways this could go sideways. And yet she told him to fill her up. He did — flooding her pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum.

She had been reaching down to scoop some onto her tongue when he confessed everything. How he was only using her to get closer to another woman. How he thought about her every time he fucked Kriti. How he had approached Kriti purely because of that connection.

Each sentence had shattered her a little more. By the time he left her crying in that bathroom with his cum still leaking down her thighs, her world lay in ruins.

That memory used to destroy her. But now, as he drove into her with deep, powerful strokes, something had changed. Every sharp fragment of that painful night — his confession, her tears, the overwhelming humiliation — no longer cut her. Instead, with every thrust, those broken pieces joined together, weaving themselves into a bittersweet tapestry. The night that had destroyed any chance of them becoming real partners had also forged this new, twisted relationship. A relationship built on raw lust, power, and delicious degradation.

The harder he fucked her, the clearer and more arousing that realization became.

He suddenly pulled her off the table, spun her around, and bent her over like a bitch in heat. She smiled through her moans as he slammed back inside her. The thick shaft of his cock rubbed relentlessly against her inner walls, the flared head kissing her deepest spots with every violent thrust. Pleasure and pain blurred together as he reached places no one else ever had.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 1: The Placeholder

[Section 8 of 10]

“Honey?” she panted between moans. “Do you remember the moot court where you had to defend a dog?”

The reminder of that public humiliation made something snap in him. He fucked her even harder, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. “Poetic Justice”, she thought to herself as she let a smile escape her lips.

Just as she approached her peak, he bent over her and hissed into her ear, “Should I plant my seed inside you again, the way I did that night I showed you your place?”

She nodded frantically, pushing back against him

He gripped her hips with bruising force and drove into her with savage finality. His cock swelled even thicker inside her, the veins pulsing against her sensitive walls. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt. His entire body tensed, muscles locking up as the first powerful spurt of cum erupted inside her.

 

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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.