Saint And Sinners: The King Angel Child of New York

by Tiana Laveen

  “You forgot to lock the damn door…” He smirked. A sudden panic filled her chest cavity, and she turned to look over at the thing as if she could somehow will it to lock with just a casual glance. He grabbed her chin, made her face him. “Nah, baby, I like that,” he said in a low, breathy whisper. “I’m gettin’ off on the possibility that someone could walk in and see Xenia Aknaten bouncing up and down on this dick! Hear you moanin’, making all of those sexy ass sounds as I fuck you at your damn job! Uhhh!”

  “Ahhhh!” He covered her mouth once again as he grinned at her, getting off on the notion of it all.

  “Yeah.” He flicked his tongue out at her, moving it around the same way he often did when he ate her damn pussy. “I want someone to walk in, see you taking all this fuckin’ dick! See me ramming it in and out of your hot pussy! Uhhh!” He pumped even faster now; the chair threatened to buckle from the mounting pressure.

  “Mmmm, baby!” Xenia screamed into his hand, the sound coming out muffled.

  “What do you think of that, huh?! Your husband’s big cock thrusting in and out of you…you moving up and down on my shit, to the mothafuckin’ balls! Your juice all over me, your tight walls pushing against my throbbing shaft, squeezing it, choking it! Yeah, you were my virgin in your own right, just like this damn song says. Uhh! The first time I made love to you, I knew for a fact you’d never been fucked like that before! I’m gonna cum all in this goddamn pussy, baby! Make you take it! Uhhh!” He shoved hard within her as he gritted his teeth.

  “Mmmmm!”

  “Make you take all this fuckin’ cum I got in store for you, baby! But first… I want to make you fall the fuck apart on this damn dick!” He thrust hard within her, leaving her speechless and wide-eyed. His damn cock filled every inch of her, sparing no room for even a trace of air. “Uhhh!” He did it again, this time sticking in place with a mischievous expression on his face as he stuck in position, holding on to her, making her accept his vicious jabs without a moment to rest. “Uhhh!” He did it again, and then, she flew out of her damn mind. Her body quaked all over and both legs shook so violently, it was as if she were watching herself from a distance.

  “Ahhhh!” She cried out, shuddering, as she came all over him. He slowly removed his hand from her lips, and she could feel the smeared lipstick moving across her cheek.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said soothingly, as if putting her in a damn trance. “Cum all over your man’s dick…cum all over that damn cock! Yeah…I like it just like that.” He held her steady as he kept his momentum, then suddenly stood from the chair, lifting her in the air, and continued to pound upward inside of her.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” The fast jabs made her delirious. Through sleepy eyes, she glared at him as he bared his teeth in intense passion, bounced her up and down on his big ass shaft, held her possessively to his hard chest, her legs wrapped around his narrow waist.

  “Uh! Uh! Take that dick, woman! Take it! What if someone comes in?!” he shouted. “What if someone comes in right now, baby?! Uh! I won’t stop…I’ll keep going…fuckin’ you hard until I cum while they watch! Uh!!! Make you keep riding this cock while they stand there! Make you stay on me and take it until I fuckin’ cum! Uhhh! You’re gonna get this nut outta me, Xenia… You’re gonna get this fuckin’ nut! Uh!”

  Her chest was now covered in sweat as a mixture of trepidation, back-to-back orgasms and sheer lust swarmed her, taking over. She knew the son of a bitch meant it. If someone walked inside, the man would keep fucking her until he came…and that thought turned her the hell on.

  “Uh! I’m gonna cum, Xenia. I’m about to cum, shiiit!” He closed his eyes, tightened his hold and shot within her.

  “Ahhh…” She pressed herself to him, hands around his neck as he glared into her eyes, thrusting hard and grinding into her pelvis, gripping her ass to ensure she didn’t move one damn muscle.

  “Uhhhh! I’m jizzin’ all up in your pussy, baby! All in that damn pussy! Uhhhh!” His eyes rolled as he began to slowly walk, continuously pumping and thrusting and cumming inside her. “Take all this man milk I got for you, baby! I’m feedin’ that fuckin’ pussy!”

  “Saint! Shit!” she whimpered as he slammed her back against a wall and kept on fucking her, even harder now in lust-filled thrusts. The man kept cumming, shooting semen inside of her pussy, as if he had no ‘off’ button. The warmth filled her up, over and over.

  “Uhhh! You got some good ass pussy, damn! Fillin’ your snatch the fuck up!”

  “Saint! Saint!” She gripped the back of his hair and layered the side of his face with sweet kisses.

  And then, he began to slow, like a car approaching a yellow light. “Uhhh…damn, baby…” He rested his forehead in the middle of her cleavage as his body trembled every now and again, the aftershocks sexy, enticing. He had the full body shivers that she relished; his knees slightly buckled a time or two, but unbelievably, he still kept her steady against the wall. His labored breathing made her pussy cream as he kept her close to his body and squeezed her ass.

  Slowly, he lifted his head and gave her a wicked grin. “Too bad we didn’t get busted.”

  “Obviously, you want me to lose my job.” She smirked, trying desperately to ignore her throbbing pussy and saturated lips.

  “If they fire you, you can work for me,” he said, taking a deep breath before sliding his cock out of her and lowering her to the ground, ever so gently. He then tucked the wet thing back into his underwear.

  “Doin’ what, Saint? I’m not a Rainbeau.” She laughed lightly as she looked over his shoulder, making a mental of note of where she’d tossed her pantyhose and shoes.

  “You could be my lap warmer. Shit, it’s cold here right about now!” he teased, causing her to grimace and roll her eyes. He suddenly drew serious and pulled her to him. Before she could formulate a thought, he pressed his lips into hers, giving her a deep, fervent kiss. His love poured out into that lip lock, letting her know how much he loved her. After a long while, he gently pulled away from her and ran his fingers lightly over her cheek, caressing her just so as he stared deeply into her eyes.

  “Xenia, that was amazing. All kidding aside, honey, damn, you are so fuckin’ sexy.” He gave her a peck on the lips then navigated his way back to her chair and began to get dressed. She followed suit, feeling mighty proud of herself. As she reached for her pantyhose, he grabbed her wrist.

  “Sit on your desk.” Perplexed, she did as asked.

  Lifting her leg in the air, he stroked her calf with his fingertips, titillating her senses. She moaned lightly, enjoying the sensation. He rolled the pantyhose onto her toes, then kissed the top of her foot, as if it were the loveliest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. Her eyes hooded as he carefully brought the damn thing up to right below her knee, then did the same on the other leg. “Lift your ass up, baby.” She did as instructed and he pulled them the rest of the way up. Saint had a ‘thing’ for lingerie, though she wouldn’t classify it as a fetish. This was in part why she tried to wear something sexy to bed, more times than not. Pretty panties, push-up bras and thigh-highs really turned the man on. She laughed lightly, realizing her getup was the cherry on top for him.

  They finished getting dressed, stealing glances at one another, and made to leave the office.

  “I need to stop at the store and pick up stuff for dinner. I didn’t have time to go yesterday.” She sighed, really just wanting to lounge in the bed.

  Saint dramatically rolled his eyes as he grasped the silver handle to her door.

  “You must think I’m some New Jack. Baby, the kids are with your mom and I already planned for us to chill tonight. Dinner is arranged. We’re going out for a quick bite to eat then heading back home to have some time all to ourselves. All you need to worry about is relaxing and gearing up for some more of this dick tonight.” He slicked his tongue over his lips, and she playfully pushed him. He opened the door, then took a bow.

  “Ladies first.”

  She smil
ed and nodded, then walked ahead of him, her purse swinging over her shoulder. They waited for the elevator, hand in hand. As he looked at her, she smiled at him, then laughed lightly, feeling so loved and wanted. He brought a whole new meaning to mixing business with pleasure…

  *

  Saint stood in the middle of Central Park, enjoying the breeze, people watching, and observing the crisp leaves tinged with Fall colors all around him. He slid his iPhone back in his pocket, and found a bench to sit upon under an illustrious, shady tree. It was lunchtime in Manhattan, and the place buzzed with joggers, loungers, lunchers, bike-riders, daydreamers, workers and lovers stealing kisses underneath the cloudy sky. He ran his fingertips along the back of the bench, the ivory painted wood dry yet smooth to the touch, and he waited for someone…

  That someone would arrive soon. It was inevitable. Earlier, he’d woken up from another dream; this time, coordinates were presented. He knew he had to act.

  Saint lazily glanced down at his Rolex, then back up. He spread his legs a bit wide as his dark sunglasses drifted further down the bridge of his nose…then, his nostril twitched.

  Yeah, he’s close…

  He smirked, catching the wind’s message as the odor of cold death served on a bed of misery approached. An attractive Asian man in a white leather jacket, his eyes dead, caught his attention. They glanced then smiled at one another. Saint raised his arm casually, offering a leisurely wave. The man waved back, paused a fraction, then began his trek over to him. Saint stood and waited. After a moment or two of simply looking at one another up close and personal, Saint extended his hand.

  Koki shook it, causing Saint to feel the man’s power, inherent evilness and above all else, this confusion of the fiend’s very nature.

  “So, we finally meet.” The guy grinned, showcasing almost perfect teeth. “Something told me we’d run into each other soon,” he added as he looked around, squinting ever so slightly.

  “Yeah, it kinda works like that, doesn’t it?”

  Koki nodded and pointed towards the sidewalk. “May I interest you in a walk?”

  “Yes, you may.” Saint laughed lightly. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, he kept shoulder to shoulder with the man as they began their journey.

  “You’re very interesting, Mr. Aknaten,” Koki offered.

  “You as well.” Saint slicked his hand in his pocket, removed a cigar and prepared to light it. Before he could do so, Koki grabbed it, simply looked at the damn thing and a flame suddenly sprung forth, an indigo blaze that danced like a stripper on the end of the shit.

  Saint smirked, placed it to his lips and took a long haul.

  “That’s an interesting trick, Koki.” He noticed the grass beside Koki’s feet. Each step the fucker took seemed to kill all in his immediate wake. The blades were turning umber, wilting right before his very eyes. On Saint’s side, however, the grass turned greener, thrived, and grew stronger.

  “It’s not a trick, but thank you all the same.”

  “Excuse my semantics.” Saint took another puff of his cigar.

  “Koki, I’d like to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind.”

  “Please do, man…please do.”

  “I’m fascinated by the fact that you know why I am here, and what’s about to go down, yet you’ve decided to stay. From the way your energy feels, you do not appear to enjoy altercations with Angel Children. So, what made you change your mind?”

  “Simply put, I was here first.”

  “You mean Demon Children?”

  “Yes. We were here before you all; this is our land, our spot. We respect your right to be here as well, but I would not be who I am if I bailed, now would I?” Koki grinned at him.

  “I suppose not.”

  “I could say the same of you. When I shook your hand, I didn’t feel you particularly enjoyed your kills. I do, however. I simply don’t seek them for recreation—they are the nature of my inner beast, so to speak.”

  “Oh, you may be in error there, Koki. I rather enjoy it now.” Saint grinned back, then tapped his cigar towards the grass, causing ashes to fall. The grass grabbed the damn things like green, slender fingertips, kissed them, then puffed them back up towards the sky. “Like you, however, it is not something I seek, but when I have to do it, I make sure I have a damn good time.”

  “Understood, my man, understood. Regardless of the entertainment factor, we both will lose many people. Is that the chance you want to take?”

  “I have no choice, Koki.”

  “You always have a choice, Dr. Aknaten. I’m proof of that. I take great pride in the fact you can always choose.”

  “…And so can you.”

  They marinated in their respective silence.

  “Koki, let me just be frank.” Saint took another toke of his cigar as they passed large trees with auburn and dark green leaves. “I know what you did to my Guardian as a child. I know what you’ve been up to. I know you even negatively influenced an ex-girlfriend of mine to harm me so that my life as it currently is would not be so. You knew I’d never move back to New York if my wife divorced me; thus, you’d be safe to continue as is. I’d stay in L.A. to be close to my children—you were banking on that. You also knew that if I didn’t stay with my wife, my daughter wouldn’t have been born. Thus, I would have never had to confront and dethrone my cousin. Now, sure, they made their choice, just as we all do, but you were right there, whispering in their ear, encouraging them to continue with their wicked plans for me.”

  “True, I was. However, let’s get one thing straight, Saint. I did not negatively influence Payton; that was her choice, and her choice alone. Did I know what she was up to? Certainly, but I did not influence her in any manner. All mankind has a choice, as stated.”

  “Yes, I understand how it works, Koki. I understand that, every day, we can choose to do the right thing or the wrong thing. What I am saying is, you used her weakness, that being me, to help her feel comfortable in what she was about to do. It may have happened even without your influence. Matter of fact, I am certain it would have, but you were right there on the sidelines, just in case she changed her mind and decided against such a plan. Please do not consider me to be naïve. I am fully aware of what transpired now. My point is, you made her feel at peace with her decision.”

  “Well Saint, that is what we do. You and I alike. Ultimately, at the end, it was her decision, just like it was for Mr. Fernando Martinez.”

  “Yeah, Bomb took those drugs from you on his own, but once again, you knew his weakness. Here is my problem with you, Koki.” Saint sighed, puffed his cigar and blew out purple rings of smoke. He paused, placed the cigar again between his lips and blew. The azure flame was extinguished. Gone. History. “You’ve continued to do what you are designed to do, and you do it very well by the way.”

  “Thank you.”

  “However, just because we are created a certain way doesn’t mean we have to be that way. You had so much potential…and though you practically destroyed my life since we were children, I do not hate you. I was told I may not, because of how you carry yourself, and now I can see what people were talking about. Regardless, I will enjoy killing you, Koki. I will enjoy it immensely.”

  “…Better than a climax, Saint?” Koki grinned as they continued to walk in unison.

  “Yes, better than the best nut I could ever bust.” Saint smiled wide.

  “Again, we are on the same page.”

  “That’s good to know. Koki, tell me, how was your family life?”

  “It was divine.”

  “Was it? Hmmm, that’s the first lie you’ve told me. When someone lies, it shows they have something to hide, correct?”

  “Not always. Maybe that person feels it is none of the asker’s business. Especially since his home life was a fuckin’ wreck and he has no room to inquire about mine. Furthermore, your background in psychology and sex therapy has afforded you the admirable ability to take a little bit of information and fil
l in the blanks. I am certain you already know the answer to your question, Saint.”

  “I do. But I ask because I want you to think about it, Koki. I want you to think about the hell you were born from, and what you essentially became.”

  “I admire that you are half Korean, Saint. We both have Asian blood. Of course, I’m full blooded Japanese, and you are only half Korean, but I accept you all the same,” the man joked, causing Saint to grin.

  “Well thank you, Koki. I appreciate you letting me into your elite group.” Saint smirked. “My mother was an Angel Child as well, and she taught me some things before she died.”

  “I saw her die…”

  Saint’s gut balled up and his fucking heart stopped. True or false, the words were meant to cause harm. Could Koki have been responsible for that, too? Could he have caused the driver of the car to be intoxicated? Could he have influenced him to drive away, and leave his mother for dead? It was all possible, but it also could be nothing further than mind-fucking—which Demon Children were known to do.

  “If you did see her die, Koki, that means nothing to me. For you see, she is gone, and someone witnessing it doesn’t make it worse, better or anywhere in between.”

  “She was in pain…”

  “I’m sure she was, Koki.”

  “She bled internally for over ten minutes while her brain swelled in her skull. She didn’t die right away, she died slowly…”

  Saint’s head felt like it was going to explode. Krishna had warned him about this, about how he’d lose his hold on the situation. He fought an urge to strike Koki, fought it hard. Koki bathed in the weaknesses of others and stepped out of the muck, crystal clear and clean as a whistle.

  “I’m sorry to hear that, Koki. What matters to me right now though is that she lives on. The Creator gave her the gift that keeps on giving…something you will never get the opportunity to experience. Eternal life.”

  …And zinger! For the first time throughout their entire conversation, he saw the man’s face twist in angst. Saint had finally found his sore spot. Koki hated that he would never have the opportunity for eternal life. He’s seen too much, helped too little, and done way more than ever required.