06-11-2025, 03:48 AM
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Scene 9
Riya stood before Baba Ji, disrobed, her skin tingling, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and the hottest, wildest excitement she had ever felt.
His last words—"Be ready, Riya. Tonight, we awaken the seed.", vibrated in the silent little hut.
Baba Ji stepped closer. He wasn't rushing, his powerful, muscular form radiating a calm, dominant mardana (manly) energy that made her knees weak.
Baba Ji (voice low and gravelly): "Now, my little goddess, the first lesson is done. The second begins. You must be pure, you must be honest."
He looked at the tiny, bra and panties she still wore.
Baba Ji: "These are pretty, Riya. But, I need to free up the blockages."
He reached out. His fingers, large and warm, brushed the lace of her bra. Riya tried to protest, but the sound caught in her throat.
Riya (whispering, trying to be playful): "Oh, Baba Ji! Naughty, naughty! That is very expensive lace! You must be careful with it!"
Baba Ji (a deep, rumbling laugh): "My blessing is more valuable than any cloth, Riya. And a true beauty needs no disguise."
Her big, soft breasts were suddenly free, already heavy and exquisitely sensitive.
He didn't pause. He reached down and his thumb hooked the delicate lace of her panties.
Riya (a little shriek, mock terror): "No, wait! You can't just throw away my last piece like that, I am all naked now!"
Baba Ji (his eyes twinkling): "Your body has already confessed its greatest desire, Riya. And my ritual requires no cloth."
Riya stood before him, completely naked, her curves glowing softly in the dim light. She covered herself quickly again, her arms crossed tight over her chest.
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Riya: "Now you are too naughty, Baba! I told you, no!" Her voice was breathless, a challenge that hid a deep plea.
Baba Ji: "Then I will teach you the joy of saying yes, Riya. The energy is blocked here."
He spoke softly, but with utter command. He reached out and gently removed her hands from her breasts, pushing them down to her sides. He took one full breast in his large hands.
Baba Ji: "This is where the mother's milk and the mother's shakti gathers. It must be purified."
He leaned in. Riya’s breath stalled. His mouth, warm and strong, closed over her aroused nipple. He drew her in, sucking deeply, intensely, like a hungry child or a powerful lover.
The sensation was volcanic. Riya cried out, an uncontrolled sound of pure, raw pleasure. It wasn't just physical; it was releasing a flood of unfulfilled maternal and sexual energy. He moved to the other breast, sucking, kneading, drawing out the blockage with powerful, rhythmic pulls.
Riya (moaning, arching back): "Oh, Baba! Please! I feel... I feel so hot! That's too much prana!"
Baba Ji: "It is never too much, my goddess. Only the right amount."
He lifted his head, her nipples wet and burning. He saw the glaze of desire in her eyes.
Baba Ji: "The flow is open in your heart."
He stepped back and quickly shed his simple loincloth. It fell to the floor.
Riya gasped, her eyes going wide. She had expected a man, but not this. Baba Ji’s form was magnificent: deeply tanned, heavily muscled, and completely dominant. And there, proudly erect, was his 9 inches, girthy penis. It was thick and impressive, radiating the intense, pure mardana energy that Rohan, with his quiet duties and subtle anxieties, could never match.
Riya (awestruck, giggling nervously): "A-are you mad, Baba? That is... that is too much shakti for one woman!"
Baba Ji (a smile of powerful confidence): "It is exactly the right amount for the woman who wishes to hold the seed of life. Come, Riya."
He moved closer. Riya, though shy, found her gaze fixed on him. A daring, playful impulse took over. Rohan would never let her do this.
Riya (reaching out, her voice a seductive whisper): "Well, if I must purify the prana..."
She knelt before him. She felt the heavy, pulsating warmth of him against her cheek as she got into position. She didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth, tentatively at first, then with a deep, hungry passion born of years of neglect. She worked on him, drawing him deeper, loving the taste of his pure, masculine power.
Baba Ji (groaning deeply): "Yes, Riya. Awaken the joy!"
She worked until her jaw ached, until the room swam with the scent of their desire.
Baba Ji gently lifted Riya to her feet. Her skin was flushed, her body trembling with anticipation.
Baba Ji: "Your mouth is beautiful, beti. But the source of creation calls."
He led her over to the thick mattress. He pushed her gently down onto the soft mat, positioning her with ease.
Baba Ji: "I need to ensure the passage is wide, the gates of shakti are fully open for the seed."
He knelt between her thighs. His eyes were focused, clinical, yet intensely passionate. He placed his large hands on her hips, tilting her slightly.
Baba Ji: "Relax, Riya. "
He found her heat. His strong fingers, two at first, then three, slipped inside her. He moved them with an expert, knowing rhythm, tracing her deepest curves, finding spots that had never been touched, never even dreamed of.
Riya (a shocked cry): "Oh! Baba! OH........TOO MUCH FOR MEEEEE ! That's... different! That's too deep!"
Baba Ji: "The soul of the mother is deep, Riya. We must touch the hidden corners."
He found the hard, sensitive peak of her clitoris and began to rub it lightly with his thumb while his fingers plunged and withdrew inside her.
The feeling was overwhelming. It was a cascade of pure, unchecked pleasure. She bucked against his hand, her hips lifting instinctively, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The release, when it came, was sudden, fierce, and total.
Riya (screaming, arching high): "OH, GOD! BABA JI!"
Her body went rigid, then dissolved into shaking waves of ecstasy. A thick, wet liquid, a sign of her complete surrender and arousal, flooded her inner thighs. Her first true orgasm.
Baba Ji watched her, his expression one of profound satisfaction.
Baba Ji: "The flow is open. The goddess has awakened. Now, the seed will be planted."
He rose and pulled Riya up. He didn't lay on her. Instead, he turned her on her side, facing him, and bent her legs up towards chest. He positioned himself close, his hard body pressing against her soft flesh.
Baba Ji: "This way, Riya. The shakti of the man hits the deepest point. The point the city doctors and your worries can never reach."
He took his giant girthy penis and, with a single, powerful thrust, drove deep inside her.
Riya (a gasp of pain and pure, dominant pleasure): "AAGH! BABA! You are too big! I will DIE FOR SURE ! OHHHHHHHHH........UMMMMMMMMMM, NOOOOOOO................. PLEASE STOP !"
Baba Ji (his voice a deep grunt in her ear): "Oh you like my size, Riya. Accept the power."
He began to move, deep, rhythmic, powerful strokes that hit a hidden part of her that Rohan had never even discovered. It was raw, pure mardana energy, not a lover's careful exploration, but a primal, forceful taking and giving.
Riya (moaning, hips pounding back against him): "OHHHHHHHHHHHH...................OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........SO BIG! YES! YES! YES! This is it! Don't stop! Naughty Baba, You are the baba that every woman deserves, give it to me, I bet you fuck lot of woman, give me! Give me the baby!"
They moved together, a frantic, beautiful dance of desperation and fulfilment. Every powerful thrust drove her further from her city life, further into the wild, pure desire she had suppressed for years. He held her tight, his powerful arms wrapped around her, making her feel small, safe, and utterly dominated.
Finally, with a loud, guttural groan, Baba Ji climaxed. He drove one final, deep, trembling thrust and released his thick, warm seed deep inside her.
He didn't pull out. He held her, panting heavily, his large body a comforting, dominant weight against her.
Baba Ji: "The seed is planted, Riya. The shakti ritual is complete."
Riya, exhausted but profoundly satisfied, felt the warm liquid filling her. She pressed her hips back against him, accepting the offering completely. She didn't want him to leave.
Riya (whispering, her voice thick with love and awe): "Stay, Baba Ji. Don't leave. Stay with me. HUG ME! I am your SLAVE, now. You took me to heaven, You stay right here. We will sleep together."
He smiled, knowing smile of a man who had delivered salvation. He gently turned her over, spooning her close, his arms wrapped around her belly. They were both slick with sweat and the fluid of their passion, completely naked, body to body.
They slept like that, two primal beings, wrapped in the quiet darkness of the hut, until the first rays of morning sun crept over the Himalayan peaks.
Riya stood before Baba Ji, disrobed, her skin tingling, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and the hottest, wildest excitement she had ever felt.
His last words—"Be ready, Riya. Tonight, we awaken the seed.", vibrated in the silent little hut.
Baba Ji stepped closer. He wasn't rushing, his powerful, muscular form radiating a calm, dominant mardana (manly) energy that made her knees weak.
Baba Ji (voice low and gravelly): "Now, my little goddess, the first lesson is done. The second begins. You must be pure, you must be honest."
He looked at the tiny, bra and panties she still wore.
Baba Ji: "These are pretty, Riya. But, I need to free up the blockages."
He reached out. His fingers, large and warm, brushed the lace of her bra. Riya tried to protest, but the sound caught in her throat.
Riya (whispering, trying to be playful): "Oh, Baba Ji! Naughty, naughty! That is very expensive lace! You must be careful with it!"
Baba Ji (a deep, rumbling laugh): "My blessing is more valuable than any cloth, Riya. And a true beauty needs no disguise."
Her big, soft breasts were suddenly free, already heavy and exquisitely sensitive.
He didn't pause. He reached down and his thumb hooked the delicate lace of her panties.
Riya (a little shriek, mock terror): "No, wait! You can't just throw away my last piece like that, I am all naked now!"
Baba Ji (his eyes twinkling): "Your body has already confessed its greatest desire, Riya. And my ritual requires no cloth."
Riya stood before him, completely naked, her curves glowing softly in the dim light. She covered herself quickly again, her arms crossed tight over her chest.
Riya: "Now you are too naughty, Baba! I told you, no!" Her voice was breathless, a challenge that hid a deep plea.
Baba Ji: "Then I will teach you the joy of saying yes, Riya. The energy is blocked here."
He spoke softly, but with utter command. He reached out and gently removed her hands from her breasts, pushing them down to her sides. He took one full breast in his large hands.
Baba Ji: "This is where the mother's milk and the mother's shakti gathers. It must be purified."
He leaned in. Riya’s breath stalled. His mouth, warm and strong, closed over her aroused nipple. He drew her in, sucking deeply, intensely, like a hungry child or a powerful lover.
The sensation was volcanic. Riya cried out, an uncontrolled sound of pure, raw pleasure. It wasn't just physical; it was releasing a flood of unfulfilled maternal and sexual energy. He moved to the other breast, sucking, kneading, drawing out the blockage with powerful, rhythmic pulls.
Riya (moaning, arching back): "Oh, Baba! Please! I feel... I feel so hot! That's too much prana!"
Baba Ji: "It is never too much, my goddess. Only the right amount."
He lifted his head, her nipples wet and burning. He saw the glaze of desire in her eyes.
Baba Ji: "The flow is open in your heart."
He stepped back and quickly shed his simple loincloth. It fell to the floor.
Riya gasped, her eyes going wide. She had expected a man, but not this. Baba Ji’s form was magnificent: deeply tanned, heavily muscled, and completely dominant. And there, proudly erect, was his 9 inches, girthy penis. It was thick and impressive, radiating the intense, pure mardana energy that Rohan, with his quiet duties and subtle anxieties, could never match.
Riya (awestruck, giggling nervously): "A-are you mad, Baba? That is... that is too much shakti for one woman!"
Baba Ji (a smile of powerful confidence): "It is exactly the right amount for the woman who wishes to hold the seed of life. Come, Riya."
He moved closer. Riya, though shy, found her gaze fixed on him. A daring, playful impulse took over. Rohan would never let her do this.
Riya (reaching out, her voice a seductive whisper): "Well, if I must purify the prana..."
She knelt before him. She felt the heavy, pulsating warmth of him against her cheek as she got into position. She didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth, tentatively at first, then with a deep, hungry passion born of years of neglect. She worked on him, drawing him deeper, loving the taste of his pure, masculine power.
Baba Ji (groaning deeply): "Yes, Riya. Awaken the joy!"
She worked until her jaw ached, until the room swam with the scent of their desire.
Baba Ji gently lifted Riya to her feet. Her skin was flushed, her body trembling with anticipation.
Baba Ji: "Your mouth is beautiful, beti. But the source of creation calls."
He led her over to the thick mattress. He pushed her gently down onto the soft mat, positioning her with ease.
Baba Ji: "I need to ensure the passage is wide, the gates of shakti are fully open for the seed."
He knelt between her thighs. His eyes were focused, clinical, yet intensely passionate. He placed his large hands on her hips, tilting her slightly.
Baba Ji: "Relax, Riya. "
He found her heat. His strong fingers, two at first, then three, slipped inside her. He moved them with an expert, knowing rhythm, tracing her deepest curves, finding spots that had never been touched, never even dreamed of.
Riya (a shocked cry): "Oh! Baba! OH........TOO MUCH FOR MEEEEE ! That's... different! That's too deep!"
Baba Ji: "The soul of the mother is deep, Riya. We must touch the hidden corners."
He found the hard, sensitive peak of her clitoris and began to rub it lightly with his thumb while his fingers plunged and withdrew inside her.
The feeling was overwhelming. It was a cascade of pure, unchecked pleasure. She bucked against his hand, her hips lifting instinctively, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The release, when it came, was sudden, fierce, and total.
Riya (screaming, arching high): "OH, GOD! BABA JI!"
Her body went rigid, then dissolved into shaking waves of ecstasy. A thick, wet liquid, a sign of her complete surrender and arousal, flooded her inner thighs. Her first true orgasm.
Baba Ji watched her, his expression one of profound satisfaction.
Baba Ji: "The flow is open. The goddess has awakened. Now, the seed will be planted."
He rose and pulled Riya up. He didn't lay on her. Instead, he turned her on her side, facing him, and bent her legs up towards chest. He positioned himself close, his hard body pressing against her soft flesh.
Baba Ji: "This way, Riya. The shakti of the man hits the deepest point. The point the city doctors and your worries can never reach."
He took his giant girthy penis and, with a single, powerful thrust, drove deep inside her.
Riya (a gasp of pain and pure, dominant pleasure): "AAGH! BABA! You are too big! I will DIE FOR SURE ! OHHHHHHHHH........UMMMMMMMMMM, NOOOOOOO................. PLEASE STOP !"
Baba Ji (his voice a deep grunt in her ear): "Oh you like my size, Riya. Accept the power."
He began to move, deep, rhythmic, powerful strokes that hit a hidden part of her that Rohan had never even discovered. It was raw, pure mardana energy, not a lover's careful exploration, but a primal, forceful taking and giving.
Riya (moaning, hips pounding back against him): "OHHHHHHHHHHHH...................OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........SO BIG! YES! YES! YES! This is it! Don't stop! Naughty Baba, You are the baba that every woman deserves, give it to me, I bet you fuck lot of woman, give me! Give me the baby!"
They moved together, a frantic, beautiful dance of desperation and fulfilment. Every powerful thrust drove her further from her city life, further into the wild, pure desire she had suppressed for years. He held her tight, his powerful arms wrapped around her, making her feel small, safe, and utterly dominated.
Finally, with a loud, guttural groan, Baba Ji climaxed. He drove one final, deep, trembling thrust and released his thick, warm seed deep inside her.
He didn't pull out. He held her, panting heavily, his large body a comforting, dominant weight against her.
Baba Ji: "The seed is planted, Riya. The shakti ritual is complete."
Riya, exhausted but profoundly satisfied, felt the warm liquid filling her. She pressed her hips back against him, accepting the offering completely. She didn't want him to leave.
Riya (whispering, her voice thick with love and awe): "Stay, Baba Ji. Don't leave. Stay with me. HUG ME! I am your SLAVE, now. You took me to heaven, You stay right here. We will sleep together."
He smiled, knowing smile of a man who had delivered salvation. He gently turned her over, spooning her close, his arms wrapped around her belly. They were both slick with sweat and the fluid of their passion, completely naked, body to body.
They slept like that, two primal beings, wrapped in the quiet darkness of the hut, until the first rays of morning sun crept over the Himalayan peaks.
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