In the Valley of the Mountain Lions - Book 5
Copyright© 2024 by August the Strong
Chapter 28: A surprising double wedding
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 28: A surprising double wedding - 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 day that we, the residents of the Palazzo, had been looking forward to so much had finally arrived: the wedding of our teacher, Amira, to Pastor Antonio. The ceremony was scheduled for 11 a.m. Initially, Ramona and I had fantasised about Daja and Luca’s wedding. The two of them had first had sex in August, and due to their inexperience, it had happened straight away. Daja was now four months pregnant, so we wanted to marry them before the baby was due the following year. So, we planned a surprise wedding for them. According to Indio tradition, young couples could marry at the age of 14, but not in a civil ceremony. These marriages were recognised within Indio communities. The reason for this was to reduce the number of babies born out of wedlock. We wanted to do the same in our remote valley from now on. We hoped our plan would succeed, but we would have to wait and see how the official ceremony would proceed.
Unfortunately, it was overcast again today. The air was chilly and there was a light breeze, hardly ideal conditions for a large outdoor party in front of the palazzo. Although the weather forecast had predicted sunshine, the weather in the Andes was different in every major valley. Despite the morning chill, the first guests were already sitting on the terrace having breakfast. They were dressed a little more warmly, and it was more peaceful and quieter here.
Priya and Ngu were responsible for designing the grand hall of the palazzo. We were expecting at least sixty guests, including the bride and groom’s relatives, the construction workers, local villagers, and the guests from the guesthouse. There were not enough chairs, and there was limited space. The large banquet table was bolted firmly to the floor and took up most of the available space. It couldn’t be moved.
Priya informed me of her plan. Thirteen sixth-grade girls were to sit on blankets or cushions on the left-hand side of the stairs. The choir was to stand on the right from the start of the ceremony. Lenya was going to play the organ while the bride and groom marched in and out. The impressive instrument was positioned to the left of the stairs and adorned with vibrant red cantuta blossoms. Our girls and ladies had visibly expressed their longing for beauty and harmony. The pleasantly fragrant wildflowers brought delight to everyone who entered the hall. Branches of citrus trees and large laurel tree boughs enveloped the entrance area and the main hall in impressive greenery.
Luisa, Cara, and Qesra wanted to set the large table for 20 people for the gala dinner straight after breakfast, as there would be little time for it later. Just as we were discussing this, the first siren sounded, followed by the village siren. As instructed, Luca and Diego had stopped the two incoming vans, but the guests arrived as planned. They were the catering staff and the band. They were only admitted after a check, of course. I had ordered a spit-roasted ox from Juan, the hotel owner. The children watched curiously as the giant grill was set up in the square in front of the palace. The pre-grilled ox smelled delicious, making everyone’s mouths water. Suddenly, someone spoke to me from behind. It was Magdalena, the teacher. She had insisted on accompanying the band after Juan told her about the upcoming wedding in our valley. She was dressed especially smartly, and her eyes flashed meaningfully at me again.
The four-man band set up next to the grill on top of several Euro pallets, which Zarina had brought over using a forklift truck. Yu Yuan provided the electricity, and Zarina fetched some simple wooden crates for the band and catering staff to sit on. I looked at the outdoor facilities with concern. I’m thinking to myself, hoping it doesn’t rain, when the sun suddenly appears, like it’s playing a game of peek-a-boo with me. Gradually, the fog lifted, and the temperature became pleasantly warm. Babette and Mayari immediately agreed to set up three large parasols for the band and guests.
Although the ceremony was scheduled to begin in two hours, I invited everyone who was interested in joining me on a short tour of our valley. There were only ten seats available in the golf buggies. Some of the girls followed behind on their bicycles. Our first stop was the view of Tiso Canyon with its destroyed bridge, followed by the remains of the Apache helicopter. No one could believe what had happened here in June. Only a few guests went to the cemetery. They noted the graves of the fifteen victims of 22 June 2019 with disbelief, especially after Sula told them how our girls had blown up the armoured car. When Daja and Isabella began to cry, everyone realised what the children had been through. Magdalena looked at me sadly. “Did the children have to endure all that? It’s terrible how strangers could act here.” She hugged me tightly. Julia could no longer film. She spoke to some of the girls and cried bitterly.
Both the armoured car and the shot-up jeep had caught the attention of some guests. Antonio’s father found a box of hand grenades and machine gun ammunition at the back of the jeep. Although we had intentionally left the wreckage in place as a memorial, I realised now that we should have searched the cars for weapons and ammunition.
We took the carts a short distance to the village and then walked the rest of the way. Everything was spotless and tidy, just as I had hoped. We visited an old cottage, much as all the houses had looked before the renovations three years ago. The older women and the newly arrived families were proud to show us their homes. In the saloon, there was a magnificent arch adorned with figurines and beautiful floral arrangements. The villagers wanted to hold a special procession for their pastor’s wedding.
Magdalena and Julia looked at me with wide eyes as I kissed Florence and Leonie on the forehead, took my three children to my breast, and caressed each of them. “Are they all yours?” asked Amira’s mother.
Carmen burst out, bubbling with excitement. “Not only them. I also have three children with our boss. The cook and the doctor each have two...”
I cut her off. “All exaggerations. It was the mountain god Apu and his apunchik who gave us our children.” Everyone laughed, some looking a little unnerved.
A few days earlier, we had put up two large photographs of the destroyed mine at the entrance to the tunnel. This allowed visitors to see what the area originally looked like and understand the potential damage that could be caused by a severe earthquake. There wasn’t time to explore the entire tunnel, but we drove about 200 metres inside. The tour concluded with the former massive rock hall for ore processing, with its gigantic steel girders.
Then I introduced Luca, the person in charge of access control, to the guests. I whispered to the reporter Julia that we were going to marry Luca today, but he couldn’t know anything about it yet. I asked her to take a few pictures of him with the girl, the only one wearing a white dress. Daja was the bride. As is well known, Indios are permitted to marry at fourteen, and his fifteen-year-old fiancée was already four months pregnant. Julia looked at me uncertainly again, as if I were making fun of her.
By the time we got ready for the wedding, it was already 10:30 a.m. First, I checked how some of the girls and young women looked. I was actually only concerned about Daja. “Where are your white shoes, Daja? I bought them especially for today.” They were a little too big, but Esther offered to help her make them fit.
Then, the procession approached from the village. The construction workers carried a frame decorated with flowers, on which stood a monstrance. This gilded arch featured Catholic crosses and Inca motifs and was something I had never seen before. The participants sang the same hymn of supplication and lament repeatedly. Our students lined up along the path from the gate to the palazzo, followed by many guests. The two young Condorcan girls walked behind. They wore the beautiful flower girl dresses that we had ordered online.
Soon, everyone was seated in the hall. The older students stood by the stairs where the choir was going to sing, which gave them a chance to keep an eye on their children in case it got too loud upstairs. However, we knew that Adriana and Valentina were looking after the babies very well. Today, it was especially quiet upstairs.
Luca and Diego stood by the white organ, which formed a stark contrast to the boys’ dark, formal suits and adorned the room. I had informed Luca in advance that I would be delighted if he replied to my question after the ceremony. He looked at me questioningly, but I acted as if I didn’t have another second to spare. Olivia was in on the act and sat nearby, ready to intervene if necessary.
In the forecourt, Sula fired a flare gun, the agreed signal that the bride was arriving. Lenya started playing the entrance song on the organ. Several people ran outside to greet the bride, who arrived in a festively decorated buggy. The bride’s father led the beautiful Amira in. Her magnificent dress had a touch of lime green and was decorated with embroidered flowers. Everything went like clockwork; only the emotions were unplanned. Not only the mothers wept, but also the sisters, my Ramona, and some other young ladies, as well as many Native American women, of course. When I asked the bride, I felt a shudder of emotion. I almost wept with them. Finally, the bride and groom, married in the traditional style of our valley, sat in front of me on the stately chairs from my study. The choir sang the first hymn they had rehearsed. There was applause. I was pleased to see so many younger students stand up and sing along in Spanish.
Luisa and Olivia then stepped up to the microphone and sang ‘Contigo Inca’. Everyone listened raptly. First, a few women stood up, and then almost all of them followed suit, swaying to the music. As the choir began their second song, I interrupted briefly. “One moment, please. I have an important question: Does anyone else want to get married today?”
The surprise was complete. Olivia translated my question into Quechua. Everyone looked around, confused. I nodded at Luca, who was looking uncertain. After Olivia pointed at him and nodded, he finally shouted, “Yes, I do, please!”
Olivia led him to Daja, who was standing on the stairs looking bright red and frozen. “Daja, would you like to marry Luca today? He’s fourteen now, and he can get married from today.” The pregnant young woman staggered briefly. Olivia helped her down the two flights of stairs. Then the two young people embraced in a way I’d never seen before. “Yes, I do,” Daja shouted at least five times.
Of course, I invited Triana and Juan, Luca’s parents, to come forward. Triana was overjoyed, kissing her son and his girlfriend. Juan gave his consent eloquently. I conjured up a bouquet of flowers and the bride’s veil from under the lectern, and then the ceremony could begin. First, the choir began chanting: “Daja – Luca – Daja – Luca...” Then, everyone in attendance stood and clapped in time. I struggled to get the floor.
The ceremony concluded with the young couple sharing a passionate kiss. Next came the powerful song from the first service. I had my arms around Luca and Daja, who were beaming with happiness. Lenya played the departure song, ‘I Will Follow Him’ from ‘Sister Act’, one of the women in the valley’s favourite films. Everyone clapped and swayed to the music like a gospel choir, some even singing along. Dario helped his little sisters scatter flowers. An unforgettable moment for everyone in Paradise!
Ramona explained to our students why the bouquet had to be thrown. Immediately, the students, Olivia, Lucia, Willka, and even Magdalena, all crowded behind the two couples. Babette caught Daja’s bouquet immediately, her height and strength giving her the advantage. There was a real fight over Amira’s bouquet. Even the athletic Magdalena wrestled for the remaining pieces. Lucia ended up with the largest part of the bouquet. Finally, a magnificent gesture was made. Babette approached the heavily pregnant Heidi. “You couldn’t fight for the bouquet. I’m giving it to you. You’ll be the next one to get married. Good luck!”
There were filled glasses of champagne, delicious juices, and lemonades on the outdoor tables. The band played a fanfare. The roast ox smelled tempting, and the sun shone. Anyone who didn’t feel their heart sing was clearly not an empathetic soul. Our girls brought the chairs out of the hall. Meanwhile, Cara and Qesra set up the banquet table in the palazzo and decorated it with small bouquets of flowers. Soon, however, all the young mothers had disappeared to tend to their children. Only Daja came to me and said, “Thank you, my dear Papa. From today on, you are truly my dear father, not just someone who takes care of my shoes.”
“Daja, I’m sorry about how we organised this, but it was supposed to be a big surprise for you.” They both nodded gratefully and beamed at me. “I have one more request: a wedding photo with you two and our son Onno. Okay, Daja?” I received a positive response from her lips.
Julia accompanied the two bridal couples on their way to the alpacas and the ponds, where she took some impressive photos. Heidy followed them every step of the way, carrying some of the equipment. She aspired to become a good photographer. However, walking was more difficult for her as she was in her eighth month of pregnancy. Daja’s godchild, Udine, was carrying Onno. The young Danish woman was almost as tall as the bride, swaying her hips slightly as she walked; a wonderful teenager on the verge of becoming a beautiful young lady.
Magdalena approached me. “First, I wanted to answer your question. I’d like to marry you.”
Ramona interrupted. “It’s my turn first, or the other women who have children with him,” she said, laughing. She whispered to me, however, that she’d briefly considered coming forward. A big kiss ended the discussion.
“Since you didn’t reveal our secret, I would love to introduce you to our little children and babies. Would you like to, Magdalena?”
And, of course, she wanted to! The bride and groom’s siblings and their mothers came along, too. Upstairs, it was like a real toddler camp. The children were fed, changed, dried, and bathed. I proudly showed the visitors that I knew every child’s name, except for the twins, Sergio and Carlos.
“That’s more than 30 children. Unbelievable!” Antonio’s mother remarked.
“Yes, we were crazy, but we were firmly convinced that we would remain isolated here forever. We wanted to organise the procreation process so that, within a few years, there would only be two school classes. Incidentally, thirty-eight children were born within two years, including the three girls you saw in the village. Twenty of those children have moved here with their parents. We are a child-friendly little paradise. Fahsai will become a mother in the next few days, then Heidy in four to six weeks, and shortly after that, Willka. After that, that’s it for now, unless...” I looked at Amira’s mother. “Unless Amira gives us the pleasure.”
Laughing, the mother hugged me. She held me back and whispered that her daughter was about six weeks pregnant. Excited, I kissed the future grandmother.
It took a while before the ox could be carved on the spit, but Luisa was eager to serve the first appetizer. The twenty guests were invited to the table, but the two bridal couples were still on their way with Julia and Heidy. I handed out the place cards in the meantime. Babette had once again created a masterpiece: rectangular gold plaques with the guests’ names and inscriptions, such as the one for the fourteen-year-old groom: ‘Luca Capaq – Wedding at El Paradiso – 21 December 2019’, engraved in three lines. Each one weighed fifteen grams of fine gold, worth about nine hundred dollars, hopefully that wouldn’t matter to anyone, but it could also be used as an emergency fund if necessary.
First, I called Amira’s family and then Antonio’s. They looked at the memorial plaques, then at me and then at each other. “Is that...?” asked Amira’s sister.
“Yes, my dear, it’s exactly what it feels like. This is enough gold for a beautiful necklace or your wedding rings later.”
Completely unexpectedly, she kissed me and whispered, “Gracias!” When Magdalena received her plaque, she repeated the gesture lustfully. Oh, she was attracted to me. Perhaps she equated having lots of children with being highly potent, which might even be true here in the valley. However, this simple conclusion was, of course, wrong. When Olivia and Ramona received their place cards, they made it abundantly clear to everyone that they were higher up the list. Luca’s grandparents and parents expressed their gratitude almost submissively. Luca’s older sister, Nayra, could hardly believe her luck at being allowed to sit at the celebratory table and receive a golden plaque. I led her to the banquet table first. The bride and groom were to sit at opposite ends of the table, with their relatives seated to their left and right.
Once all the guests had been seated at the table, the atmosphere outside became livelier as the newlyweds arrived. The band played a fanfare and the young ladies clapped to the cry of “Daja — just married! Luca — just married!” The same was repeated for Amira and Antonio. Meanwhile, Priya played Spanish dance music softly in the hall to accompany the meal.
Before dinner, the bride’s father stood up to express his heartfelt thanks for the wedding celebrations and everything that Amira had experienced in her new home so far, especially her job as a teacher. Then he revealed Amira’s secret: she was almost two months pregnant. There was a quiet cheer at first, then the girls streamed in from all directions, clapping, and cheering.
I stood up to respond. “Dear brides and grooms, dear guests. Daja has chosen me to be her dream dad today. As her father, I would like to wish Daja and Luca all the best. You two will remember how surprised I was when you told me at the airport that you were expecting a child. You also know how joyfully I congratulated you. I wish you all the best. Everyone is looking at you. Please show everyone in the valley how wonderful it is to go through life together as husband and wife. Good luck to you both, and to the other couple, of course.”
Thunderous applause. Then I raised my glass. The clinking of our glasses opened the feast.
In short, it was a fantastic celebration, particularly in the evening. Most of the mothers spent the afternoon with their young children in the garden and by the pool. As Magdalena, Julia, and I gazed at the cheerful activity from the terrace, both women shook their heads in astonishment. Overcome with emotion, Julia exclaimed, “It’s amazing that something so beautiful still exists these days! So much peace and quiet! Everyone is so caring and loving with the children, whether they’re their own or their friends.’ I’d love to join your group.”
“Why not, Julia? I’d be happy to if you bring a boyfriend or husband, but we can’t handle another single young woman. At some point, every woman here becomes obsessed with having children. I don’t know whether it’s because of the climate, the people here, or even the Coca tea, but I’ll let you in on a secret: I have eleven love letters in my study from people who would like to have a child with me. However, I’ve already had enough children.”
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