(WHR fic) Realizations Amon/Robin NC-17

[War Dove]

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.

It does have a tiny reference back to Remembrances of a First Love

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.

END

[Eden]

Aww! I loved this! It was kinda sad though, just cause they have the same feelings for one another and don't know it.

Great lemon! The refrence to your other fic was a nice touch as well. It made it seem like she wasn't what he thought she was. Extra points for Shock Factor!

Only one more part to go, . . .

~Eden

[bookworm]

Hmmm...a trilogy of sorts. Nice way to do it.

*smirk*

A sexy Amon? I like the description of him. Extra points there.

[dark-angel]

Wow!!! Nice!!!

[morgansgirl23]

Wardove...what can I possibly say that will encompass the quality of your work? I've been a big fan of your work since I discovered fanfiction a year ago and I have to say that you have yet to disappointment me as far as quality and content. Bravo on this fanfic and I look forward to newer ones in the future!!

[silent muse]

Damn girl, nice

-muse-