Saint And Sinners (101 page)

“I love how you feel inside my pussy and ass…” she said, as if guessing where his
mind was taking him. He looked down at her, just in time to see her slicking her tongue
over her upper lip. “I missed you, Saint… I missed you so much, baby…”

“I missed you too, baby.” Pausing, he bent low and kissed her forehead. “You ready
for a little more?”

She nodded, giving him the go ahead to push further into her ass. Sighing, she arched
her back, her lips parted and brows brought together in concentration as he went even
deeper. Leaning to her side, he rubbed her clit and monitored her breathing to ensure
he wasn’t hurting her.

“Ohhhh baby!” She screamed, reached down and clamping her hand around his working
wrist. “Yeah, like that…like that!”

The woman was approaching another orgasm, and he was more than happy to deliver. He
worked his cock faster and faster, his finger inside of her and his thumb strumming
her bud, until she came hard against him. Her screams rang in his ear and her shaking
turned him on so much, he soon exploded within her, filling her ass with the creaminess
of his appreciation.

“Uhhhhh! Uhhhh! You made me cum again, baby…” His body jerked, forcing his cock to
push even deeper within her, and drawing another scream from her.

“Uhhhh, God!”

Spent, they lay there, holding one another, kissing and trembling together. His dick
remained inside her ass, twitching and sporadically shooting more semen within her.
His heart raced, and he simply couldn’t get enough. After a few minutes, he rose from
the bed and went into their master suite restroom. He stood at his sink and meticulously
washed his cock, getting it ready for another go round. When he returned to her, he
gently cleaned her ass and pussy, preparing them for more adventures. Much to his
excitement, the woman’s body was still tense, jerking with aftershocks. That let him
know he was doing his job, and doing it well.

“What do you want me to do to you? I’ll give it to you!” He brought her to him, inhaled
the scent of her hair when she pressed her back into his heaving chest. He was determined
to make love to her all night and morning long, until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She flipped around and faced him, her eyes as wild as her hair.
So exotically sexy and dangerous, eyes gleaming just so.
Before he knew it, she’d gotten off the bed and fallen to her knees before him.

“Mmmmm!” He moaned when she engulfed his cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping it
hard, gripping the base, twirling it in her mouth. He ran his fingers through her
curls and pumped ever so carefully within her mouth. Tickling his fancy and erotic
zone, she jetted the tip of her tongue and grazed it along his tightening balls before
returning to sucking his shaft once again. “Xeeeenia….damn…” The woman knew her way
around his cock all right, and her tongue was deadly addictive. She looked up at him
as she did her handiwork, working his length with her hand while her wet, hot mouth
concentrated on the head. He pumped a bit faster.

“Uhhhh, you’re about to make me cum! Uhhhh!”

But rather than release him and finishing him off with her palm, she jammed his dick
deeper in her mouth, as much of him as she could, almost balls deep. She looked up
at him, and he down at her, and then he realized—he was a goner.

“Ohhhh shit! Shiiit!” he screamed out as he poured inside of her mouth, cumming now
for the third time. He gritted his teeth at the sight of her taking him all in, swallowing
his cum, making him lose his fucking mind. “Uh! Oh…Oh God, Xenia…”

Like a rag doll, he fell down on the bed, as happy as he could fucking be. His arm
limp across his chest, he lazily closed his eyes, disappearing within himself for
a second or two. He felt the warmth of her flesh soon enough when she crawled atop
him and rested her head on his chest. He dug his fingers lazily through her tresses,
gently pulled at the slightly fuzzy ends. He couldn’t wipe the damn smile off his
face.
I’m in love. So in love.

“Do you know how fuckin’ obsessed I am with you?” he said huskily, his grin still
broad, his eyes shut.

“I’m glad.” He could hear the smile in her words.

“If you
really
knew how bad I have it for you, you’d probably be scared.” He laughed lightly, feeling
on cloud nine. He was healing, his body repairing, fixing all that was broken within
his spirit. And he grew stronger and stronger as each second passed.

“Well,” she said, running her finger up and down his chest. “Does it concern you?”

“Not in the least.” He cleared his throat and slowly opened his eyes to stare down
into the beautiful angel’s eyes. “I just have never felt this way about anyone before,
and it still amazes me after all this time.” Tipping his head towards her, he kissed
the top of her crown.

“Saint, I’m scared…” She stiffened against him.

“About Zoo? Don’t be, baby. You won’t—”

“No, not about Zoo. He can go straight to hell! He got what was coming to him.”

The woman’s eyes grew darker, sinister. A little of her innocence had died that night,
and it tore him up. But in its place stood a stronger woman, one less afraid to see
what the damn deal was, so he supposed it was a catch-22. Her candor took him aback,
though at the same time, it soothed him, made him feel at ease.

“I’m talking about your situation with Koki, Saint. Something about it doesn’t sit
right with me. He is far too calm. I know more than you think I do…”

“Do you?” He raised a brow in genuine puzzlement as he caressed her arm. What should
he make of her admission?

“Yes…like our son skipping school.”

He saw the smirk on her face and smiled back in return.

“…And about that boy, Angel, being his protector.”

“How in the world did you find out about that?”

“I’m his mother!” She looked coldly into Saint’s eyes. “You may be psychic, but I
have mother’s intuition. I know when that boy has to take a piss before he does!”
she teased. “You weren’t keeping any secrets. I knew as soon as I called you what
the hell had happened, I just needed reassurance that you knew where the fuck he was
is all… Aaaannnd, I knew you’d cover for him.” She pointed an accusing finger at him.

Saint burst out laughing, realizing he’d underestimated the little woman. “Damn. I
plead guilty.” He ran his hand down the side of his face. “I’m busted. I guess…”

“Guess you tell yourself you’re protecting me, too, by keeping me in the dark, and
I appreciate that. It’s what a King does for his Queen, but I’m no weakling, Saint.
I know what’s going on. I’ve
been
knowing what’s going on. Just because I don’t like some of it, or don’t want to discuss
it, doesn’t mean I’m unaware… Oh, I know…trust me.”

And as those words came out, he knew she spoke the truth. Here he was thinking he
kept Xenia a safe distance from the disturbing nuisances in their lives, that her
feminine ways and frailties simply couldn’t handle it, and he couldn’t have been farther
from the truth. All the while she was only one step behind, the whole damn way… And
this was reason #8651 why she was his soulmate, the love his life, and the Goddess
he could
never
let get away…

*

C
ruz sat stone-faced
when he heard his front door being kicked in. He sat in the middle of the damn pentagram
his father had drawn so many years ago, and simply waited. He’d known when he uttered
the Demon Child contrivance, when he told Saint the deal, that they’d come for him
and they’d come hard. Like an avalanche of acidic sludge, they came forth, called
out to him, toppling over the few things he owned. Doors slammed, rattling the whole
fucking house. Then he heard someone say in a muffled voice, “This was his father’s
place. Show some respect.”

“I ain’t respectin’
shit
!” someone else called out. “That snitch is going to be sorry he opened his fuckin’
mouth! ’Cause of him, Zoo is dead, forever.”

Cruz grinned, falling into inner peace, and lowered his head, pulling the hood a bit
to cover his hair. He’d accepted his fate. In those few hours, he felt his soul for
the first time since he’d drawn his first breath and there was
nothing
like it on the planet. He’d fallen in love with himself, and it didn’t matter that
they’d cut his life force, try and make him regret the day he was born. He had something
they’d
never
experience now, a direct telephone line to the Creator. He could feel it deep inside,
and it grew and grew like yeast in heat, about to pop at the seams. He tilted his
head back to look up at the ceiling—towards the sky and the heavens—and raised his
hands, ready to be taken away. He’d done his good deed, his job was complete. He’d
helped a powerful Angel Child right a wrong, restore a piece of the unbalanced trek,
make it right.

Yes, the satanist’s love child, hidden from the world, had done the
unthinkable
. All those meetings at the church when he’d been just a tiny boy, all those sacrifices
witnessed, all the horrid orgies he was forced to watch, the surreal ceremonies, the
summoning of demons, the bloodshed—he’d soaked every bit of those experiences inside
him. Yet, rather than letting them poison him, he used the knowledge in his arsenal
to help others; only now, he’d crossed the
wrong
Demon Child, Koki.

The basement door creaked open, and he heard a familiar voice, one he hadn’t heard
in years.

“Get the light…”

Ataru…

Fear budded in the pit of his gut. Ataru had a way of drawing things out, making them
a bit more painful than necessary. Koki was more about taking care of business, swift
and clean. Ataru’s thinking wasn’t as clear; this surely could not be good…

He stiffened up a bit, but pushed himself forward. He wasn’t certain why Saint had
wanted him to wait in the basement for him. After all, the pentagram was still there,
though the man had performed a cleansing. How could a pentagram protect him? If anything,
it would draw the bastards to him. He began to second guess Saint’s reasoning then,
considered the option of fleeing into the recesses of the covered crawl spaces, but…then,
he realized—it was fine, no need to scurry away…

It was what it was. And it didn’t matter. He was going home. He smiled a bit wider
when the thought occurred to him he’d get to see his mother again, too… Oh how he
missed her.

“Cruz!” someone called out.

He could only see he gleam of their teeth as they smiled, obviously thrilled to see
him shrouded in the dark. A whisper of light crept through one window, but soon the
place was lit with flames in the form of ten burning eyes. Five angry demon children
stood there, throwing curses his way.

“Be quiet!” Ataru called out. “Yes.” He grinned. “Here he is.” He struck a flame from
his fingertip, illuminating the place.

Cruz looked up at the ceiling once more with a smile on his face, then closed his
eyes. Presenting his neck to them, as a sign he was more than ready to go, he stepped
up to their challenge. He heard their steps approaching as they maneuvered closer
to him, ready to snatch him up like a bag of abandoned money until Ataru screamed
out and the footsteps stopped.

“Wait! Do you smell that?” The men in his entourage began to sniff the air. Cruz slowly
re-opened his eyes after hearing all the commotion come to a crawl.

“Angel Child blood…” one of them murmured. “Cruz must be bleeding…”

“No,” Ataru said with certainty. “It’s
not
Cruz… It’s strong.”

He moved about, keeping the flame in front of him, sniffing the air harshly like a
bloodhound. Cruz observed through slits for eyes now, figuring out just what the hell
the King Angel Child had done. It took all of him to not explode in laughter. And
then, he saw it. One of the men rushed into the circle, and screamed in agony when
half of his body seemed to go into a state of paralysis. Another grabbed the fellow
and dragged him from the pentagram.