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

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Scene 10.6

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with command.

Baba Ji: "You are mine for this week, Riya."

Riya (whispering, her voice thick with desire): "What if I don't want to leave? What if I want to stay, like Mitrani? I will become a single mother and raise our baby boy here at the Ashram."

Baba Ji (a slow, powerful smile spreading across his face): "You are a beautiful, bold dreamer, Riya. And my seed needs a strong home. We will talk about staying later. And your husband, Rohan, he has made the ultimate sacrifice for this blessing. We will honor his faith, for now. But know this: once you have tasted the true shakti, the city will look very small indeed."

He moved her gently from his lap, his eyes moving from Riya to Mitrani, who still stood faithfully at the door.

Baba Ji: "Mitrani, come. The Mantra requires two sisters of shakti to complete the circle."
Mitrani stepped inside immediately, her face serious, the playful spark replaced with ritual.

Baba Ji removed Riya’s saffron robe. Riya stood before him, fully naked.

Baba Ji (his gaze running over Riya’s body, now with divine purpose): "Mitrani, hold her hands. Guide her up from the earth. I will call upon Mata to fill this fertile body with the power of creation."

Mitrani took Riya’s hands in hers. Mitrani’s grip was firm, warm, and comforting. Riya felt the powerful, earthy connection to the other woman, the sisterhood of shared desire and motherhood.

Baba Ji closed his eyes. His voice deepened, no longer sensual, but booming with resonant power. He began to chant a slow, rolling Mantra in Sanskrit. As he chanted, the air changed.

Riya felt a sensation shoot through her body, from the soles of her feet, up through Mitrani’s hands, and into her swelling belly. It was a pure, white-hot heat that seemed to be sealing the life inside her.

The chant reached its climax. Baba Ji opened his eyes, and they glowed with an intense, fierce light, locking onto Riya's own.

Baba Ji: "Riya! Mata has heard us! Mitrani, the time is now! Place her in the position!"

Mitrani, without a word, guided Riya backward onto her forearms, her hips raised high. It was a position designed to maximize depth and ensure gravity worked to their favor.

Riya (her breath catching): "Oh, Baba! Not... not yet!"

Baba Ji (his voice a commanding growl): "Yes, now! This is not for pleasure, Riya! This is for fertilization! This is the moment of creation!"

He took his giant girthy penis and, holding Riya’s hips firm, thrust deep and hard inside her, finding the deepest, most fertile point of her womb.

Riya (a ragged, profound scream): "Aaaahhhh! Baba Ji! What have you done!!"

Mitrani, her hands still locked with Riya's, squeezed tightly, giving Riya the feminine strength to endure the powerful, purposeful penetration.

Baba Ji began to move, hard, measured, intentional strokes. It wasn't the frantic, playful ecstasy of the morning; it was a rhythmic, forceful driving meant only to ensure that his seed took root. He looked intensely into Riya’s eyes, demanding her focus, demanding her will.

Mitrani (chanting, her warm, breath against Riya's ear): "Breathe deep, sister. Pull his life into your womb. It is our baby now. Pull it deep. Be the ocean!"

Riya was sandwiched between the dominant, thrusting power of Baba Ji and the comforting, guiding voice and presence of Mitrani. The chanting, the deep pleasure, the sheer force, it all merged into a single, overwhelming ritual.

Riya (screaming, tears mixing with ecstasy): "Yes! Mitrani! Yes, Baba Ji! I'm holding it! Fill me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Baba Ji: "Receive it, Riya! Draw the life force! Take the seed!"

The entire hut vibrated with the rhythm of their bodies and Mitrani's chant.

Baba Ji: You did well, Riya. Now Rest!