In the Valley of the Mountain Lions - Book 5
Copyright© 2024 by August the Strong
Chapter 27: Summer solstice in the Valley of the Gods
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 27: Summer solstice in the Valley of the Gods - The people of this once remote valley in the Andes have new prospects. They now have phones, internet and contact with people. They can finally buy the basics. The group of twelve-year-old girls abducted to Peru are integrating better and better. They often look enviously at the pregnant teenagers and want to have their first sexual experiences too. Above all, there is one important task: to track down the billions of dollars belonging to the dead criminal Rus and put them to good use.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Teenagers Consensual Fiction Harem Interracial
The upcoming weekend was set to be the highlight of the year. Two major festivals were approaching just before Christmas. On Saturday, the Indios were celebrating their summer solstice festival and had invited everyone in the valley. The following day, Antonio and Amira were due to hold a preliminary wedding ceremony at our place. Of course, the planned ceremony had only moral significance, as no authority in Peru would recognise it. However, Ramona and I felt it was important to provide guidance to the young people in our care. For Amira and Antonio, the church wedding that followed was the real highlight. Nevertheless, Antonio was particularly looking forward to exchanging his marriage vows for the first time in front of his congregation. In principle, a Catholic priest is required to be sexually abstinent and is not permitted to marry. However, this priest had renounced celibacy and was appointed by me despite not having completed his studies or been ordained. He was held in very high regard as our pastor. His services were well attended, and more than fifty adults and young people who were registered members of the congregation paid a small donation to finance church activities.
Antonio didn’t need money for his church; however, he did have a dream. He wanted a special bell-ringing system for the parish hall. To this end, he set up a bank account into which devout Catholics could transfer their donations. We could have afforded it anyway, of course, but Antonio declined. Instead, he wanted to harness the power of his congregation to cover the approximate $5,000 cost of the electronic bells. This would include a touchscreen, remote control, amplifier, indoor, and outdoor speakers, DCF77 or GPS synchronisation, and a custom composition function for the bell ringing. Antonio wanted to demonstrate to all church members what they were capable of and the power they possessed.
The parents and siblings of the bride and groom had already arrived on Friday. I had cleared out my bedroom for Amira’s parents and Camilla, her sister, as there were no other rooms available at the Casa. We also set up two beds in my study for Antonio’s parents. The groom’s brother and sister slept on the sofa and in two armchairs for the planned two nights. Unfortunately, they had to share the bathroom with the other guests, but there was no alternative.
On Friday evening, Zarina and Priya hosted a small celebration for the bride and groom and their guests on the roof of the palazzo. The upcoming wedding deeply moved them, as they were already thinking about when and how they would marry their own partners, Nguyen and Yu Yuan, despite having only known them for a few weeks. They were also due to attend the official wedding at the Trujillo registry office on Monday as our representatives. Nguyen is a very good driver and asked if he could use our Hilux Double Cab to drive to the provincial capital. Zarina wanted to bring her daughter, Jinjin, to the celebration, as did Priya with her twins, Yin and Yang. I knew this would strengthen the couple’s relationships and deepen their love. I was very happy about how they were planning their future together, pursuing their dreams and wishes.
The next morning, we were woken up by singing and loud noises. Was it someone’s birthday, which we usually celebrate like this? Yes, it was Luca’s birthday, but he lived in the village. Oh no! The now fourteen-year-old had secretly spent the night with his pregnant girlfriend. Apparently, everyone knew, because the pyjama party was in full swing. Diego had just congratulated his brother and kissed Daja on the cheek. What was going on? I learned in passing that the little Indio boy had slept with Theresa. Near her or with her? I wondered. They were both only twelve years old. Oh dear! And hadn’t he been with Inca?
I didn’t have time to think. The wake-up bell rang. Toddlers and babies were squawking everywhere. The mothers were stressed. As well as the seven guests, twenty-six young ladies and thirty small children were staying in the palazzo today, as usual. This included the heavily pregnant Fahsai, who was about to give birth, as well as two cheeky boys who had secretly moved in last night while I was taking care of the bride and groom’s parents. I should really be playing the villain, but the situation was already complicated enough. I took a deep breath, threatened the brothers with gestures, and went downstairs to prepare for the morning. But I couldn’t let it go. They needed to understand that everyone had to abide by our rules.
Before we had breakfast together, I sat down on the covered terrace to gather my thoughts and plan the next two days. Unfortunately, on 21 December, when the sun is usually at its highest above the Andes, bathing our valley in pleasant warmth, it was very foggy this year. Low-hanging clouds obscured the mountain peaks. Two days earlier, Alonso had consulted the gods and was certain that the sun would shine all day, allowing their sun god, Inti, to visit the grotto in the Valley of the Gods. But that wasn’t the case at all.
The shy kitchen assistant, Qesra, wished me a good morning as she brought me a large pot of coffee and a sandwich. Her bright blue eyes lingered on me for longer than usual. I sensed that she wanted to say something but wasn’t quite brave enough. I put my arm around her waist, pulled her towards me and asked, “What is it, my dear? You have something on your mind.”
She lowered her eyes. “It’s ... We discussed it yesterday. Now, we have no chance at all of discovering the ‘fire of love’. Everyone wanted that so badly. What will become of us?”
It was astonishing how well she could express herself after only seven months of English lessons. “Qesra, it’s kind of you to tell me your worries. I promise you one thing. I’ll make time for you by Tuesday at the latest. Then we can discuss all your questions, preferably after dinner. Agreed?”
The thirteen-year-old nodded happily and smiled at me. She was clearly relieved to have completed her friends’ task. It hadn’t been easy for her; I could tell that much right away. I watched her go. She strode towards the kitchen, swaying her hips somewhat deliberately. Yes, the children were gradually becoming young ladies. Their hormones were changing their behaviour. Fortunately, there hadn’t been any major arguments or defiant reactions so far. On the contrary, the sixth graders were incredibly sweet to one another, showing great kindness and compassion towards each other. However, it was important to pay more attention to their feelings and needs.
Luisa was standing at the open patio door, squealing with joy. I went over to her. She smiled at me and said, “See, Michael? Alonso was right. Inti is coming to visit us today.” She pointed to the east, where the first rays of sunlight were breaking through the fog. I kissed her and put my hands on her large, pregnant belly. She enjoyed the touch, placed her hands on mine, and whispered words in Quechua that I didn’t understand. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be praying. I savoured this moment of absolute togetherness, feeling the life rapidly developing within her. Luisa was so excited about her first baby girl, just as the doctor had predicted. When she opened her eyes, as if emerging from a dream, I kissed her and hugged her. She smiled shyly and said, “Michael, thank you. You’re always so kind to me. Apu just told me how lucky I am that you gave me a third child. I love you, Michael.”
“Luisa, without you, I would be nothing. You saved me and our valley. You dispelled our fears and gave us the strength to carry on when we were all in despair. I love you more than anything,” I whispered in her ear. She usually hid her emotions well, but this time her whole body trembled with joy, and she began to sob.
“Micha, what about me? I’m overwhelmed with joy, and I’m crying. Sorry.”
“Let it out, Luisa. Show me your feelings. Inti will give you extra strength today. It’s going to be a beautiful day for all of us.”
After breakfast, I led our guests to the village of the Indios. Antonio wanted to show everyone how they had transformed the dilapidated saloon into a beautiful community hall. After our construction crews had installed new windows, Antonio had painted the exterior walls in the liturgical colours of white and green. I praised him, jokingly remarking, “Well done, Antonio. The paint holds the rickety wooden walls together.” We laughed and hugged each other.
However, inside, the community hall was magnificently decorated, with light wood panelling on the walls. In the niches were replicas of small saintly figures that Antonio had bought cheaply in Trujillo. Our young artist, Ananda, had painted a large mural featuring Christian symbols and Inca motifs, a true masterpiece! The Indios particularly liked the mural and would often kneel before it to pray. Antonio was concerned to see that the villagers were taking the opportunity to pray to their gods, but what could he do? On the front wall opposite the altar was a print of ‘Rosa of Lima’, who lived in Lima from 1586 to 1617 and was canonised for her acts of mercy. She is venerated by all Peruvians because she converted many Indios to the Catholic faith. We learned all this today from Amira, who had selected the painting and paid for it privately.
While the bride and groom showed their parents their small, newly converted apartment; two offices from the mining company had been transformed into a kitchen and bedroom, and the community hall was partly used as a living room, I went to see Alonso, the village elder. His wife was sorting through a pile of robes on the bed. She laid one out and called me “Marco”, then with the second one she said “Luca”. Ah, so those were the clothes for the ceremony in the grotto. I took a robe and called out, “Hualpa,” as well as one of the yellow dresses that the teenagers had worn the previous year. I said, “For Ronya.” Alonso immediately understood that I had chosen two other valley dwellers to be priests in the future. Yes, I wanted these two special people to be able to attend the ceremony. Alonso rocked his head back and forth, considering my suggestion. I called Hualpa and Carmen into Alonso’s hut. He had Hualpa kneel, placed his palms on his forehead, and muttered unintelligible words. After about a minute, he pulled the kneeling man towards him, hugged him and said, “Churiy, akllasqa kanki.” This meant, as Carmen translated for me, “You are chosen, my son.”
As Alonso explained what was going on to the Chosen One, I sent for Ronya. Alonso knew her from her work in the village. Everyone valued her for her diligence and intelligence. Alonso had his doubts and originally only wanted to ordain Indigenous men. With Carmen’s help, I managed to convince him to allow Ronya to participate in the ceremony. “After all, I’m the high priest,” I joked to Carmen, but she wasn’t having any of it and pulled a face. Maybe she would have liked to be chosen too. Who knows?
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