The Man Of Sin: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 1

... serve him. What about you, do you plan to become a priest or do you have other goals?” “As it so happens, it’s my dream to become Pope.” They both stopped at the top of a staircase, Helena looking at him in shock. “Really? You intend to go that far?” “Indeed,” he brought up his hand and lifted her chin. “So maybe someday, you’ll serve me.” Helena again felt her face go red and for a moment felt like she couldn’t move. She stared into his eyes, confident and ambitions, with her own eyes suddenly trembling and meek. He then stepped back and moved down onto the first step. “Shall we continue on?” She nearly jumped from the question, as if awoken from a trance. “Oh, y-yes. Of course.” She hurried down the stairs past him, and as she walked, he watched her and licked his lips. “And that day will be soon,” he said under his breath. Helena pushed that strange moment out of her mind as she showed Xavier around the campus. She found herself curious about this newcomer. “So where are you from? You speak English clearly as a first language but I can’t place your accent. You certainly aren’t British, but you don’t quite sound American.” “I’m from a little bit of everywhere. I’ve been traveling since I was born, so while English is my first language, I’ve picked up accents and mixed them all together. I can certainly tell that you are Irish, from that hair and name, but I can also tell that you’ve worked to try and hide your accent. So why would a ruby beauty from the emerald isle try to ...

... hide her heritage?” She turned around quickly, her face flushed both in annoyance and undeniable flattery. “Now you listen here, relationships among students are forbidden, both by this school and God himself. Don’t go thinking that some compliments will win me over.” Xavier stepped back, shocked by her outburst but still maintaining that small smirk. “You misunderstand, this is how I talk to everyone. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, I just find honestly and politeness to be the best policy.” Helena’s face paled and she turned away from him. ‘Why did I get so worked up right then? Something is wrong with me today…’ “A-anyway, let’s keep going. I’ll show you the cafeteria now.” She brought him to a large brick building, the sides caked with ivy and moss that were basking in the sunlight. Through the large oak doors, they stepped into an expansive cafeteria. Long tables were set out with enough seats for thousands of students, but now all were empty, save for the few kids who came to study during their free period. “This is where we come for our meals at 9:00 am, 3:00 pm, and 9:00 pm. Because of how many students we have, there are three shifts for each meal. The older you are, the later you eat. The school does it to accommodate with the students’ circadian rhythms. Come on, we’ll cross over through here to the science wing.” Marching past the empty tables, they made their way to the back of the dining coliseum. Halfway through the room, they came across a girl sitting ...