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The Robin Trilogy	By : WarDove Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 3194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Witch Hunter Robin doesn�t belong to me.

Okay, got around to it, an Amon x Robin lemon. Meaning,
NC-17, meaning, proceed with that knowledge.

Enjoy

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A single figure stands in front of the open window naked,
save for a gray pair of cotton sweatpants, that contrasts with the tan of his
skin. Skin that glows in the rays of the full moon, playing off the shadows
that contour the defined muscles of his broad chest and shoulders, giving him
the appearance of an immortal god. He curses silently about having only one
cigarette left, a cigarette that he does not hesitate to light. Upon the first
drag and expulsion of smoke, he sighs a sound of relief, even as the white fog
curls its way upward around his long raven locks and just as dark eyes, before
being caught in the lazy breeze and drawn out the window.

The rustling sound of the sheets distract him from his thoughts
as he turns his head to look at the nude willowy form that occupies the hotel
room bed. She is still sleeping, and in slumber he thinks how she looks her
age, much like that night he had spied her on that one balcony, content,
innocent, and peaceful. Though he knows for the girl, as it is with him that
was never any true contentment, innocence or peace ever in their lives. His
gaze narrows as his stubbornness gives in and he admits in silence that no
woman has ever had an effect on him in the way that this little Lolita has
done. As if drawn by unconscious thought he snuffs out his cigarette upon the
windowsill and takes exactly three soft steps before he reaches the bedside
where he proceeds to strip himself of his clothing before sitting down. His
ebon eyes narrow as he gazes at her, his left hand involuntarily reaching out
to place its palm upon her silken honey colored hair. His thumb grazes her
temple as he studies her skin, remarking to himself, how pale it always seems,
yet soft and warm, burning to his cold and calloused touch.

His hand smoothing gently down her cheek awakens her and she
slowly flutters open her eyes; eyes that capture the calming greens and
peaceful blues of various seas, as well as their mystery, beauty and ageless
wisdom; a wisdom way beyond that of her sixteen years. Swirls of aquamarine
rise up to capture his own dangerously blackened depths, speaking to him with a
quiet smile, even as his name is spoken from her tender pale pink lips. �Amon.�

�Happy birthday, sweet sixteen.�

She averts her gaze in a girlish way even as she sits up,
pulling the bleached white sheet up to her chin and with his hand still upon
her, having slid down to rest on the curve of her hip. �My birthday was
yesterday, Amon, but thank you, for everything, last night was, unforgettable.�

His voice remains silent, allowing his body�s actions to
take over as his hand still tightens its grip around her, pulling her to him in
a harsh and hasty manner. The young witch gasps at the motion, taken
momentarily off guard. Her body quivers, though not in fear, but only in
fevered anticipation for what his passions promise her. And even as his lips
capture and conquer her own, she is determined to give back all that she has
gotten, and so she does, returning his kiss with one just as hungry and as
desperate to experience sensual bliss.

Last night he had restrained himself to a slow and gentle
pace, not wishing to frighten or force her into something she may not have
wanted being so young and na�ve. Finding out that her virginity had already
been lost had surprised him, leaving him to wonder who it had been. But she
wouldn�t say, and it didn�t matter, not really, for both still had their
secrets, secrets that only over time they would reveal to each other, just as they
would eventually reveal their true natures.

And so it was with these justifications that he loved her
now, even as he pressed her down onto the large firm bed, his body partially
covering her own as his lips left her mouth, her jaw, her neck, focusing only
when it came to her breasts. Amon�s teeth and tongue, nipped and swirled at
each one of the tender rose hued nipples, sweetly teasing and torturing them
until they puckered and swelled into hard little pebbles, until he heard her
moans and sighs turn into pleas and sobs for him to continue on. And continue
he did, venturing farther down her slender supple body, reaching the apex of
her thighs and then down a little lower where with his fingers, he parted the
tender folds of her hidden depths. As the digits of one hand held her open to
him, those of his other hand smoothed in between, glazing across her clitoris
before delving inside of her moistening tightness.

Robin choked out his name, even as she bucked her hips, at
the heavenly feel of his fingers probing and stroking along her inner sweet
spot as his tongue lashed and pleasured its outer fleshy nub. She could not
contain herself, nor did she want to even as she exploded into a blissful
orgasm, her hands fisting the dark locks of his hair, pulling and tugging in
demand that he let up on her so that she could at least catch her breath.

Whether the message got across, or he simply needed air
himself, he left her lower body, returning, this time to lay fully upon her,
his kisses reigning lightly on the hollow of her throat and then up along her
jaw line, halting at her ear to speak to her in a low, threateningly sexy tone.
�I will never allow you to forget me Robin, this I promise you.�

�And I shall, never allow you to forget me.� She replied to
him amongst a breathless, dangerous tone of her own.

Lifting his head, he gazed into her beautiful, soulful eyes
that were defiant and daring, heated and impassioned; he couldn�t help but
smirk at her fearlessness, a woman trapped in the body of girl that was what
she truly was and this woman/child held a power over him that he could not nor
did not want to escape.

His eyes slid shut as he met her lips to lips, his tongue
plunging into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, just as his girth plunged into the
warm, wet heat of her womanly depths. His arms slid under her shoulders, his
hands clamping upon them bringing her body down as he thrust up a second time,
sheathing himself inside of her to the hilt, never stopping even a moment as he
began moving within her, his strokes, intense and arduous.

She silently cried out his name, her voice taken, stolen by
the wild, wanton kiss that they were sharing, just as their bodies shared in
the movements that Amon had dictated, the pace that Amon had set and the strength
that Amon had displayed. Robin�s nails dug into his shoulders, marking a path
as they grazed down his back, stopped only by her heels that were pressed
firmly into the small of his spine; she broke the kiss to nip at his chin.

Moving his left arm to his side and then back, the male
witch hunter�s hand grasped his lover�s leg, bringing it up to her shoulder,
while his right hand cupped her rear and pushed it up as well. Holding her
firmly in place, his body shifted to accommodate the change that allowed him to
gain even more access to her, as he continued to pound her with wild
abandonment. He dipped his head and arched forward his back so that his mouth
could find the softest part of her neck where he began to nip and suck,
bringing blood to seep through the pores of her skin.

Robin breathed deep, her scream half strangled by the change
of their position, but she welcomed it just the same. Her body shivered and
jerked as uncontrollably, the sensation of his blood kiss along with his size and
power driving inside of her, pushed her even closer to the edge. Her tongue
licked his cheek and then his earlobe, her teeth sinking in lightly giving him
another nip.

Amon growled a frustrated moan, feeling his sex throbbing in
sweet agony as he neared his own climax. He gave Robin yet another breathtaking
kiss, sharing all of his pent up desires and lust that came along with it, and
within the same kiss, she contributed her own feral wants and carnality. They
were one. Two beings united as a single entity, neither wanting to be parted
and neither wanting an end to this moment of pure, soul piercing ecstasy. End
it did, however, with Robin being the first to reach her peak and cry out in
sheer rapture. Her inner walls fiercely constricted around Amon�s sex, causing
him to come immediately with a gruff cry of full satisfaction, as he released
his very potency deep within her womb.

For several seconds after, while in their euphoric state,
time itself had seemed to stop and all sounds were mute, save for their
pounding hearts and heavy gasps for air. Her name falling from his lips
restored the sound, and his face, coming to rest beside hers began the hands of
time ticking once again. He stroked a few of her sweat soaked strands from her
eyes and then rolled off of her, their mixture of fluids clinging to him as he
came to rest on his back, where she immediately curled against him, lying her
head on his chest, still pulsing with quick, heavy breaths.

She closed her eyes and fought back the tears, wanting to
tell him that she had fallen in love with him, but she knew that the demons
that drove him would not allow Amon to believe in such a thing as love, and
while she may have doubted such a thing existed herself, the part of her that
still held the idealism of a young girl wanted desperately to believe that it
existed and was possible. She reprimanded her childish thoughts and closed her
eyes, accepting things as they were now, content to have him by her side for
however long he wanted her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Amon saw Robin�s eyes flutter
close, as her shallow breathing told him she was nearing sleep. But as much as
he tried to allow such bliss to befall him as well, his thoughts kept his lids
wide open. He found that his embrace on her had tightened as if at any moment
she would flee, or worse yet be taken away from him. He had fought so hard for
her and finally they were free from it all, or so he had hoped. But come what
may this was the girl he would live for, die for, and kill for and he already
had, had he not? He rolled his eyes closed, finally feeling tired in the
reassurance that it did not matter, for she was here now and he would keep her
and protect her for however long she wished it.

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