Chapter 374: Chaos Behind
A saintly name, with a sinful body and mind.
We made our journey to the Vatican in a black Mercedes, Miriam at the helm.
The woman kept her eyes on the road as we moved, her fingers silently tapping and rubbing the wheel.
"Either there’s some event happening, or she’s expecting a fuck."
I wanted to tease the woman and get informative reactions out of her, but my image had already been soiled in her eyes, and I was wary of triggering wild thoughts in her head.
So far, it was clear she had no suspicions about me, and I would love to keep it that way.
Considering Chiara’s words to me two days ago, that we would be going to the Vatican Museum, I was very surprised when Miriam parked the car in front of the entrance to St. Peter’s Basilica.
Once again, I was at the Via Della Conciliazione, but this time, though we climbed the several steps, rather than going through the double doors, we took a hard left.
We walked until the end of the tall pillars that decorated the church building and then turned right, entering a small, narrow corridor.
With a low ceiling and raw stone walls, the place gave off an old feel. I ran my fingers across the carvings, feeling the cuts that had been made on it.
"Where is this...?"
"Oh, you’re still pissed that I hit on you. Would you rather I call you ugly and unattractive?"
The nun stopped in her tracks and turned to me. Raising her head, she scrutinised me, disgust bleeding from her gaze and making my body shudder.
She was just about to turn around when her sight fell on my lower waist, and her eyes slightly widened.
I had kept my eyes on the woman the whole time and caught her reaction.
With an inward sigh, I watched as she stepped forward and grabbed my dick, feeling the softened length of my cock and then cupping my balls.
"Ahhh, so this is why you’re so ballsy."
The nun took a step closer, pressing her body and looking up at me. Her tongue slipped out and ran over her lips, but before anything further could happen, I reminded her of our current obligations.
"Remember, we have to meet Chiara."
"Her or me?" the nun shamelessly slapped her rump.
Smack!
Not going to lie, the soft, sharp sound that rang out was telling of how tender her ass cheeks were, and my cock twitching in her grip answered her.
"Perhaps, but now that you’ve become aware of my value, it’s time for you to do the chasing."
Hoping Miriam was not some crazed nympho, I took a step back, internally relieved when she let go of my member and turned around.
"Let’s go."
The rest of our journey was uneventful, the only new thing being that Miriam held her outfit at the waist, tightening her dress and giving me, from the back, a better view of the chaos at her rear.
We went down a few flights of stairs, passed through corridors, and then came to the doors leading to our destination.
We had passed a few souls along the corridor, but now, before Miriam went through, she adjusted her clothes and, looking at me with an expression that told me to behave, she softly knocked on the door.
Other than the fact that it was several feet underground, the brown door before us looked like any other door, and just a second after the nun hit it, it opened, and the woman led me in.
I had thought the corridors we’d gone through were silent, but as I stepped into the room, it felt like I had arrived at a graveyard.
A cold chill ran through me just as a couple of eyes moved my way.
The thick walls that made up the room, coupled with the lack of windows and just a single visible door, made me uncomfortable.
There was a thin but significant amount of nature energy in the air, and I would have felt threatened if not for the lack of ill intent from the individuals in the room.
The room was round, its interiors built and furnished like a chapel.
There were five long benches on each side, and at the other end, where the altar stood, there was Chiara and a nun dressed in black.
"Beautiful."
The woman beside Chiara had a beauty that evoked not lust, but serenity within me.
I spent a few extra seconds staring at the woman before following Miriam’s hint to take a seat.
Dismissing the charm of the nun at the altar, I focused on the event I was currently amidst.
"About a dozen nuns, all kneeling and praying," I whispered to myself, looking at Chiara, who hadn’t spared me a glance.
Miriam went on her knees and joined her fellow sisters in what seemed to be prayers, and I found it quite strange that despite their lips moving, not a single sound left them.
Making myself comfortable, I remained silent in the midst of the praying women, relieved when they didn’t take too long to end their prayers, but then worried by the silent conversation taking place at the altar.
At this point, all the nuns had gotten up and taken a seat, clasping their hands together. It seemed some other event was about to take place, but before it could convene, the enchanting nun in black moved to Chiara, who had her eyes closed, and whispered.
Moving her gaze to me, the nun didn’t hide the content of their conversation, her frown spoke volumes.
Chiara listened, but then smiled and whispered back to the woman.
Though dissatisfied, the woman succumbed to the redhead and attentively stood beside her.
For the next seconds, there was just silence. Chiara looked at the door intently, making no move, then after some moments, a moving white appeared at the corner of my eye.
Shocked at the appearance, my head turned left, the scene of a lady dressed in white clerical robes and wearing a veil walking through the aisle, headed for the altar, registered in my head.