Baba’s Blessing: Unable to get pregnant, couple goes to baba (Video+)

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Scene 10.3 - Introducing Mitrani

Baba Ji watched the other women slowly walk away, their minds calm with his blessings.
He turned to Riya.

Baba Ji: "The ritual bath awaits you, my dear. Cleanliness of the body prepares the soul for more shakti. There is a small waterfall and a water rivulet nearby. It is pure, cold mountain energy."

Riya (a playful pout): "Cold water? From the mountains?"

Baba Ji (a deep, knowing smile): "You will have a sister's warmth, Riya. And a mother's fire. Mitrani!"

He called out softly. Standing nearby, tending to some potted herbs, was a woman Riya hadn't noticed closely. This was Mitrani. She was a devoted follower, about thirty-six, and had been with Baba Ji since she was just eighteen. Her body was voluptuous and earthy, even more so than Riya's, full hips, a soft, round belly, and heavy, large breasts that spoke volumes of her maternal power. She was a single mother to a child who lived with family in the village. Her body was pure life, pure creation.



Mitrani moved with a confident, languid grace. Riya noticed a slight wetness spreading on the front of her saffron kurta.
Mitrani was lactating, She was smiling, her eyes bright and playful, a horny, happy woman who had clearly mastered the joy of her body.

Baba Ji: "Mitrani has awakened all her chakras and knows the true flow of shakti. She will take you to the water. Riya, you have carried the stress of the city for too long. You need more than my masculine energy; you need the full, nurturing, feminine touch."

He placed a hand on Mitrani's shoulder, then on Riya's.

Baba Ji: "Mitrani will help you. Your problem needs more maternal energy to root the seed. She will help you expand your horizon, teach you the Kamasutra of a woman's pleasure, and unlock the hidden joy that makes a womb happy. This is part of the blessing. Do you accept the sisterhood of shakti?"

Riya looked at Mitrani. Mitrani's eyes, dark and inviting, held no judgment, only warmth and a promise of deep, shared secrets. Riya felt a strange, thrilling curiosity, a new kind of heat rising.

Riya: "I am completely open to all forms of shakti, Baba Ji."

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Mitrani took Riya's hand, her grip warm and firm. They walked together down a dirt path, away from the Ashram, towards the sound of rushing water.

Mitrani (her voice melodic and low): "You are very blessed, sister Riya. To receive Baba Ji's seed... he only gives that to the most worthy mothers."

Riya (a blush rising): "He... he is very powerful, Mitrani. I never knew..."

Mitrani (chuckling, her large breasts swaying gently): "He is a God in the matters of creation. But sometimes, a woman needs another woman to teach her how to receive fully. The city makes women tight and small, Riya. We need to become large and soft."

They reached the water. It was a beautiful, small waterfall tumbling into a clear, shallow rivulet.
Mitrani: "Take off your clothes, Riya. Let the mountain water cleanse your skin."

Riya, already shameless from her night with the Baba, quickly slipped out of her saffron robe. Mitrani, too, quickly shed her own clothes. Riya gasped softly. Mitrani's body was a monument to motherhood heavy, ripe, and beautiful. A drop of milk suddenly leaked from one of her nipples.

Mitrani (smiling easily): "Do not worry! That is the energy of creation spilling over! Come, I will wash you."
Mitrani led Riya into the cool, clear water. The initial shock made Riya gasp, but Mitrani’s warm hands immediately went to work.

Mitrani: "This cold water closes the pores. We must open the shakti points."
Mitrani began to gently wash Riya, her hands moving over Riya's skin with an expert tenderness. She washed her shoulders, her back, and then, slowly, lovingly, she washed Riya's big, soft breasts, massaging them under the cold water.

Mitrani: "You are so full, Riya. Your breasts are bursting with milk-waiting. They need to be loved, too."
Mitrani then ran her hands down to Riya's belly, and then, without a pause, she reached between Riya’s thighs, her fingers gently but firmly opening Riya's private parts to the clean water.

Mitrani: "We must clean where the seed goes. No hidden tension allowed."
Riya felt a strange, new wave of pleasure under Mitrani's hands. It was different from Baba Ji's demanding power; this was soft, warm, feminine ecstasy.

Riya (moaning softly): "Oh, Mitrani... that feels so good. I never thought a woman could... could do this."
Mitrani (her eyes deep and playful): "A woman knows all the secret spots of another woman. We are mirrors of pleasure. When you hold your baby, you must be in touch with every part of your body. This is the Kamasutra of self-love."

Mitrani pulled Riya close, hugging her tightly in the water. Their wet, soft bodies pressed together.

Mitrani (whispering fiercely): "Listen, sister. Baba Ji gives you the soul of the baby. For me, it was the same. My little one is his child. The secret is simple: when he takes you, you must pull his energy into your belly with every breath. You must believe you are an ocean and he is the river."

Riya (her heart swelling with joy and understanding): "I will, Mitrani! I will be an ocean! And I will hold his entire river!"