06-11-2025, 01:38 PM
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Scene 10.4
Riya: "I will, Mitrani! I will be an ocean! And I will hold his entire river!"
Mitrani pulled back, her wet body still pressed against Riya’s.
Mitrani’s dark eyes, full of playful warmth, gazed deeply into Riya’s.
Mitrani (her voice a low, teasing murmur): "Ah, my sweet Riya. You are learning fast. But a woman must know all the flavors of shakti to truly become an ocean. Come, let's get you ready for Baba Ji's afternoon blessing. He will be waiting, and that Mahalingam of his does not like to be kept waiting for too long."
Riya giggled, feeling a newfound lightness and daring.
The cold water felt exhilarating, and Mitrani's presence was a warm, exciting comfort.
Riya: "Oh, Mitrani! He is so... so demanding! My whole body aches, but in a good way, you know? Like I've been stretched and filled and... oh!"
Mitrani led Riya out of the rivulet, helping her step onto the smooth, wet stones. The waterfall cascaded behind them, a constant, rhythmic roar. Mitrani reached for a soft, coarse towel lying on a flat rock. As she began to dry Riya’s body, her hands lingered, her touch sensuous and deliberate.
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Mitrani (her fingers tracing the curve of Riya’s hip): "Demanding, yes. But that is the way of true Male Power. It does not ask; it takes and gives with equal power. And oh, Riya, that big, girthy penis of his… it makes a woman go absolutely crazy, doesn't it? It stretches you in places you didn't even know existed, and then it fills you with such fullness."
Mitrani’s words were like a fire, rekindling the embers of Riya’s morning encounters. Her body, already sensitive, pulsed with renewed desire.
Riya (her voice breathless): "It does, Mitrani! It really does! I felt like I was splitting in half, but then... oh, the release! I never knew a man could... could go so deep. My husband, bless his heart, he’s like a little bird compared to Baba Ji’s elephant!"
Mitrani laughed, a rich, full sound that mingled with the roar of the waterfall. She moved behind Riya, drying her back, her full breasts pressing against Riya’s spine. Her hands moved to Riya’s chest, gently cupping Riya’s still sensitive breasts.
Mitrani: "Ah, my sister. You feel the truth now. I remember when Baba Ji first blessed me. I was a young girl, shy and tight, just like you were in the city. But he taught me to open, to receive all his power. And when he took me, oh, the ecstasy! The world exploded. His seed is pure magic, Riya. It changes everything."
Mitrani's words, combined with the soft, knowing massage of her hands on Riya’s breasts, sent a thrill through Riya that was entirely new. It was a woman’s touch, understanding and deeply empathetic, yet still intensely erotic.
Riya (moaning softly, leaning back into Mitrani): "Your hands... Mitrani... they feel so good. So understanding. I feel... I feel so hot."
Mitrani turned Riya around, their wet bodies pressing together fully. Mitrani’s large, lactating breasts flattened against Riya’s, the slight dampness of a warm, earthy sensation. Mitrani's lips found Riya’s neck, trailing a line of warm kisses down to her shoulder.
Mitrani: "A woman's body is a garden of delights, Riya. And sometimes, another woman knows just how to water it, how to make it bloom."
Riya’s head fell back, her eyes closing. The air and the scent of wet earth, mountain water, and burgeoning desire.
Mitrani’s lips found Riya’s mouth, gently at first, a soft chumpan (kiss), then deeper, more insistent.
It was a kiss of shared understanding, of forbidden pleasure, of awakened sisterhood. Riya responded instinctively, her own lips parting, her tongue tangling with Mitrani’s. She felt an incredible rush, a new kind of garam (hotness) spreading through her.
Riya (pulling back slightly, her voice a breathless whisper): "Oh, Mitrani! You are so naughty! What would Baba Ji say?"
Mitrani (her eyes sparkling with mischief): "He would say the shakti is flowing! He always encourages us to explore the full spectrum of divine pleasure, Riya. He wants you completely open, completely ready."
Mitrani’s hands, agile and knowing, slipped down Riya’s belly, finding the wet, sensitive skin between her thighs. She knelt slightly, positioning herself right at the edge of the rivulet, the waterfall roaring loudly behind them, creating a private, wild chamber of sound.
Mitrani: "Let me prepare you, sister. Let me teach you how to open your flower even wider for Baba Ji's river."
Mitrani’s fingers found Riya’s incredibly wet entrance, slipping inside with ease. Riya cried out, a mix of shock and profound pleasure. Mitrani began to move her fingers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, while her mouth once again found Riya’s.
Riya (moaning into Mitrani’s kiss): "Oh, my God, Mitrani! That's... that's amazing! Don't stop! I want more of you!"
Mitrani pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locking with Riya’s. She lowered her head, her tongue tracing the wet, throbbing folds of Riya’s clitoris.
Riya (a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy): "AAAAAHHHHHH! MITRANI! That's... oh, you naughty girl! You know all the tricks!"
Mitrani devoured her, teasing, licking, sucking, bringing Riya to a frenzy of delight that was different from Baba Ji’s powerful penetration, but equally profound. Riya arched her back, her hands tangling in Mitrani’s wet hair, pulling her closer, deeper. The sounds of their pleasure mingled with the roar of the waterfall, a primal symphony of female ecstasy.
Riya (shouting, her body convulsing): "YES! MITRANI! YES! OH, GOD! I’m coming! I’m coming so hard! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Her body shook, her legs trembling as a powerful, shuddering orgasm washed over her. She collapsed against Mitrani, breathless and utterly sated.
Mitrani lifted her head, her face wet, her eyes victorious.
Mitrani: "There, my beautiful sister. Now you are truly open. Now you are truly ready for Baba Ji's seed. Your body knows all the secrets of joy. And a happy womb is a fertile womb."
Riya lay panting, her body still humming. She looked at Mitrani, then at the roaring waterfall, then back at Mitrani. A deep, loving bond had formed.
Riya: "Mitrani... you are... you are incredible. We are going to be very close friends, aren't we?"
Mitrani (smiling, pulling Riya up into a warm, sisterly embrace): "Always, my Riya. Always. Now, come. Baba Ji awaits your fully opened, fully cleansed, and fully satisfied self."
Riya: "I will, Mitrani! I will be an ocean! And I will hold his entire river!"
Mitrani pulled back, her wet body still pressed against Riya’s.
Mitrani’s dark eyes, full of playful warmth, gazed deeply into Riya’s.
Mitrani (her voice a low, teasing murmur): "Ah, my sweet Riya. You are learning fast. But a woman must know all the flavors of shakti to truly become an ocean. Come, let's get you ready for Baba Ji's afternoon blessing. He will be waiting, and that Mahalingam of his does not like to be kept waiting for too long."
Riya giggled, feeling a newfound lightness and daring.
The cold water felt exhilarating, and Mitrani's presence was a warm, exciting comfort.
Riya: "Oh, Mitrani! He is so... so demanding! My whole body aches, but in a good way, you know? Like I've been stretched and filled and... oh!"
Mitrani led Riya out of the rivulet, helping her step onto the smooth, wet stones. The waterfall cascaded behind them, a constant, rhythmic roar. Mitrani reached for a soft, coarse towel lying on a flat rock. As she began to dry Riya’s body, her hands lingered, her touch sensuous and deliberate.
Mitrani (her fingers tracing the curve of Riya’s hip): "Demanding, yes. But that is the way of true Male Power. It does not ask; it takes and gives with equal power. And oh, Riya, that big, girthy penis of his… it makes a woman go absolutely crazy, doesn't it? It stretches you in places you didn't even know existed, and then it fills you with such fullness."
Mitrani’s words were like a fire, rekindling the embers of Riya’s morning encounters. Her body, already sensitive, pulsed with renewed desire.
Riya (her voice breathless): "It does, Mitrani! It really does! I felt like I was splitting in half, but then... oh, the release! I never knew a man could... could go so deep. My husband, bless his heart, he’s like a little bird compared to Baba Ji’s elephant!"
Mitrani laughed, a rich, full sound that mingled with the roar of the waterfall. She moved behind Riya, drying her back, her full breasts pressing against Riya’s spine. Her hands moved to Riya’s chest, gently cupping Riya’s still sensitive breasts.
Mitrani: "Ah, my sister. You feel the truth now. I remember when Baba Ji first blessed me. I was a young girl, shy and tight, just like you were in the city. But he taught me to open, to receive all his power. And when he took me, oh, the ecstasy! The world exploded. His seed is pure magic, Riya. It changes everything."
Mitrani's words, combined with the soft, knowing massage of her hands on Riya’s breasts, sent a thrill through Riya that was entirely new. It was a woman’s touch, understanding and deeply empathetic, yet still intensely erotic.
Riya (moaning softly, leaning back into Mitrani): "Your hands... Mitrani... they feel so good. So understanding. I feel... I feel so hot."
Mitrani turned Riya around, their wet bodies pressing together fully. Mitrani’s large, lactating breasts flattened against Riya’s, the slight dampness of a warm, earthy sensation. Mitrani's lips found Riya’s neck, trailing a line of warm kisses down to her shoulder.
Mitrani: "A woman's body is a garden of delights, Riya. And sometimes, another woman knows just how to water it, how to make it bloom."
Riya’s head fell back, her eyes closing. The air and the scent of wet earth, mountain water, and burgeoning desire.
Mitrani’s lips found Riya’s mouth, gently at first, a soft chumpan (kiss), then deeper, more insistent.
It was a kiss of shared understanding, of forbidden pleasure, of awakened sisterhood. Riya responded instinctively, her own lips parting, her tongue tangling with Mitrani’s. She felt an incredible rush, a new kind of garam (hotness) spreading through her.
Riya (pulling back slightly, her voice a breathless whisper): "Oh, Mitrani! You are so naughty! What would Baba Ji say?"
Mitrani (her eyes sparkling with mischief): "He would say the shakti is flowing! He always encourages us to explore the full spectrum of divine pleasure, Riya. He wants you completely open, completely ready."
Mitrani’s hands, agile and knowing, slipped down Riya’s belly, finding the wet, sensitive skin between her thighs. She knelt slightly, positioning herself right at the edge of the rivulet, the waterfall roaring loudly behind them, creating a private, wild chamber of sound.
Mitrani: "Let me prepare you, sister. Let me teach you how to open your flower even wider for Baba Ji's river."
Mitrani’s fingers found Riya’s incredibly wet entrance, slipping inside with ease. Riya cried out, a mix of shock and profound pleasure. Mitrani began to move her fingers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, while her mouth once again found Riya’s.
Riya (moaning into Mitrani’s kiss): "Oh, my God, Mitrani! That's... that's amazing! Don't stop! I want more of you!"
Mitrani pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locking with Riya’s. She lowered her head, her tongue tracing the wet, throbbing folds of Riya’s clitoris.
Riya (a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy): "AAAAAHHHHHH! MITRANI! That's... oh, you naughty girl! You know all the tricks!"
Mitrani devoured her, teasing, licking, sucking, bringing Riya to a frenzy of delight that was different from Baba Ji’s powerful penetration, but equally profound. Riya arched her back, her hands tangling in Mitrani’s wet hair, pulling her closer, deeper. The sounds of their pleasure mingled with the roar of the waterfall, a primal symphony of female ecstasy.
Riya (shouting, her body convulsing): "YES! MITRANI! YES! OH, GOD! I’m coming! I’m coming so hard! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Her body shook, her legs trembling as a powerful, shuddering orgasm washed over her. She collapsed against Mitrani, breathless and utterly sated.
Mitrani lifted her head, her face wet, her eyes victorious.
Mitrani: "There, my beautiful sister. Now you are truly open. Now you are truly ready for Baba Ji's seed. Your body knows all the secrets of joy. And a happy womb is a fertile womb."
Riya lay panting, her body still humming. She looked at Mitrani, then at the roaring waterfall, then back at Mitrani. A deep, loving bond had formed.
Riya: "Mitrani... you are... you are incredible. We are going to be very close friends, aren't we?"
Mitrani (smiling, pulling Riya up into a warm, sisterly embrace): "Always, my Riya. Always. Now, come. Baba Ji awaits your fully opened, fully cleansed, and fully satisfied self."
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