Misc. Erotica The Holy Savior - REBOOTED (Completed)

[garamrohan]

Part III 

Though Mummy didn’t show, she was surely frightened by the Anagha’s warning; which increased further when the very next day Anagha left, Swamiji asked her to stay at his hut at night for seva. When Swamiji said this after completing vidhi of that day, I was convinced that Anagha was right and we should left the Ashram as soon as possible.

I looked in Mummy’s eyes. She looked startled. 

“But Swamiji, will it be okay if I perform seva at day time…”

“You seem to forget what you and your mother-in-law promised me. Ashram has its own rules and regulations and I had told you in advance that it could not be compromised for anybody. The yachak, the one for whom yagya is performed, stays here for his personal well-being, peaceful future. God is great. He doesn’t expect anything from his bhakta. Nor he permits us to seek anything from bhakts. That’s why I haven’t said a word about money, have I? But a fruit without karma is not favored. You have to return something; for the things you get. And I am not asking for any of materialistic possession. Don’t you have read about how shishyas used to work at their gurukul? What else I am asking for you except your heartily devoted service?”

“I didn’t mean it Swamiji but how can I left my son alone in hut. Even maaji is not here.”, Mummy tried to defend but Swamiji didn’t listen her and stood up in anger and left for his hut. 

“I am expecting you to come by 8 to my hut...” He said without turning back to us as he walked fast toward his hut.

That whole day Mummy was disturbed. And further she couldn’t share it with grandma who would have yelled over her for not obeying Swamiji. She was restlessly walking in the hut and playing with her pallu, frequently looking at the clock. At one time I thought that she would go to the Swamiji but as clock showed up 8:30, I was relieved that Mummy was wise enough for not going there and kind of happier that now Swamiji will throw us out of Ashram the next day and I am going to get home at last. 

My Mummy tied her long hairs into bun and started preparing bed for us when one of the female disciple of Swamiji come to hut and told Mummy that Swamiji has asked her to come to him as soon as possible and she could bring me with her if she wish. I was disappointed but Mummy looked little happy. Maybe she thought Swamiji won’t do any unfair if I am with her.

She properly pinned saree and took pallu on head and brought me along with her with a bag containing blankets for us. 

I was surprised with the luxurious interior of Swamiji’s hut. That hut was much bigger than others. Though we were staying there since few days, it doesn’t happen to go to his hut. The lovely interior and paintings in the outer hall looked royal and costly. The lady disciple left us to the hall and told Mummy that Swamiji is waiting for her in rest room.

Mummy somehow gathered courage and we entered his room. He was lying on a big bed. Though from outside it looked like hut, it wasn’t case from inside. It was no less than palace. There swamiji was lying on the bed with closed eyes. Beside the bed there was bucket full of plenty of fruits and all stuff. 

“Pranam Swamiji…” Mummy and I bowed before him.

Hearing Mummy’s voice he woke up instantly. I felt him overjoyed. I guess he was unsure whether Mummy would come to him or not. 

“Oh come Putri.. Come..” Hsis face looked happy and I could feel same with his voice.

Mummy advanced along with me and we both touched his feet. He blessed her and asked her to seat on his bed. He was so excited by my mummy’s arrival that he kept smiling all the time. It took him huge effort to at last give attention towards me and he said.

“This poor child will not get proper sleep here.. you know.. it may take 3 at night for us to sleep. And you know sadhu guys like us. We can’t keep our tongue from singing praises of prabhu (god). That’s why I generally don’t allow children here but anyway make bed for him. He pointed to the floor at his left hand”, he said as he stretched his body.

Mummy was preparing my bed and I was looking at Swamiji standing near the bed. He was constantly looking at my Mummy. It looks like his eyes were eating her beauty. Mummy laid me on bed and while covering me with blanket her pallu fell down. 

“mmmmmmmmm… atisundar…”, the moan come from the the Swamiji’s mouth.

I looked at him and he was looking at Mummy’s chest with wide eyes. Mummy hurriedly took pallu over her head again and asked me to sleep. I pretended to sleep but all my attention was to be on Swamiji and Mummy. My heart was trembling with these events.

“Come putri… press my legs..” he said. Mummy went to his bed. Though my eyes were closed I could sense her movements by sounds of her bangles and anklets. 

“Don’t hesitate.. Seat on bed and press properly..”, Swamiji said

“No I am fine here..”, Mummy said. She must be pressing his legs standing near his bed.

“Oh Putri.. I told you na.. Sit comfortably..”, Swamiji insisted.

I gave a quick look and she was sitting at the edge of bed and pressing his legs.

Swamiji was constantly making disgusting sounds.. “mmm… aaaahh… good… it feels so nice..”

“you have very soft hands Putri..aaaaah… come press upwards..”, I was shocked so looked at them. Swamiji pulled his pitamber (dhoti) up and exposed his legs up to knees.. Mummy was silently pressing his legs. Her eyes were down to his legs and when I looked at Swamiji I felt like he was licking lips looking at my Mummy. 

“Putri… aaah.. Your soft hand are doing magic on my tired feet. May your wish come to fulfillment soon.”, he elevated his head a bit and looks at Mummy’s fair, soft hand full of bangles pressing his knees.. and then he pulled his pitamber even more up showing Mummy his most of the thighs.

“Mmm.. press my thighs too putri.. They are feeling stiff due to sitting.”, Swamiji said still looking at her without lowering her head.

Mummy was surely hesitated. And off course, how would woman react if she was asked to put her hand over thigh of other man? Her hands were stuck near Swamiji’s knee. Swamiji must have read her mind he promptly grabbed her hands and put it on her thigh.. “like this Putri.. aaaaaah…” he moaned. 

I was completely shocked and so was Mummy, I could see her tensed up face. She was not even once looked up. Swamiji had held Mummy’s hand and was rubbing her hands on his bare thighs and were constantly moaning.. “aaah… that’s it… your hands are really soft.. aaaaah”. I guess this was too much for Mummy she pulled away her hands from Swamiji’s hands. 

“Excuse me Swamiji..” she said and stood up from the bed and took water. As she drank water, the glass was also shaking. 

Swamiji seemed experienced man to me. He then properly covered her thighs and was looking at Mummy. As my Mummy came and was lying near me he said. “Putri… it’s not done yet..”, with a smile on his face as always.
 
Mummy reluctantly stood up again. And again checked if her saree is proper or not. I had never seen her in such a tension until then.

“Come.. Press my head now.. its paining a lot..”, Swamiji laid flat now.

Mummy this time also went near him and started massaging his head while standing. 

“Be seated Putri… this time Swamiji took her hand in hand and made her sit near his head..”, Mummy signed with his touch but kept pressing his head.

There was so much silence that I could hear minute movement of them. 

“Aaahahaha… so nice… pain fled away with your touch only Putri…,” He moaned, “so soft hands… and sounds of your bangles.. hmmmm… I wouldn’t mind hearing them for eternity…”, he looked at Mummy.

“You know putri what bangles and anklets suggests?” He didn’t wait for answer from her and further added, “It suggests that the woman is married. She is pativrata. Yes Putri you are true pativrata.. so delicate, so beautiful…” Swamiji stopped her praises only when Mummy’s face turned red. Then he continued, “Do you know the aradhana up to now was nothing as compared to what comes ahead. Vrata from this onward is just too much for a delicate, beautiful woman like you..”

“I tell you putri, you are my most favorite devotee, like Radha to Krishna you know. So I would like you keep away from future struggle and suggest you simplest path I have found especially from concern of you...,” Swamiji said.

“What’s that Swamiji?” Mummy asked in curiosity. Now her hands stopped pressing Swamiji’s head. Swamiji wake up and sit near Mummy.

“Putri. You don’t need to conduct years of aradhana for safety of your son. We only have to make sure that he stays under the influence of holy spirit.” he said and moved little close to Mummy.

“But how can we?”

“That’s what I am telling you now.. Putri.. but you have to trust me. We have to make sure that my ansh will be in your house all the time. And this can be possible only if I mate with you Putri…”, what Swamiji said made my heart stop. Mummy also jumped up and stood away from Swamiji looking at him in disbelief.

“What are you saying Swamiji…” Mummy did not believe what she had heard.

“Yes putri.. Yours and mine union.. Your second child, born with my holy seed will be the savior of your son..” Swamiji added..

“It won’t happen at any cost…” This was first time I realised firmness in Mummy’s voice. “I couldn’t even think on anybody beside my husband and you asking of.. chee.. I should have understand it the first time Anagha told me about you.” Mummy said.

“You fool, you are misguided, It’s not betrayal at all, I am talking in your interest only. This is the best way to save your child putri.. Our child will be powerful and knowledgeable like me. I am offering you this cause you are so pativrata and pure otherwise I don’t let every woman bear my child.” Swamiji seemed little panic.

“And I had to do it with Anagha for securing her future. It was not for my pleasure. Now also I am asking you do this because the further course of aradhana is so harsh that you cannot bear it my child.. Please”, Swamiji added.

“Then let it be so.. I would go through any struggle but I won’t compromise with my chastity.” Mummy was so confident in her voice. She lay near me with her face toward me. I saw Swamiji angrily sleeping on his bed.