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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
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10,746
Reviews:
87
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Currently Reading:
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A Moment
DISCLAIMER : I do not now nor have I ever had ownership of the Witch Hunter Robin characters or original story idea. The chapters written here however are mine, please do not reproduce
WARNING: FLUFF-ISH /ARTIFICAL LEMON FLAVORING AHEAD !!!!
Chapter 10 : A Moment
Amon struggle con control his breathing as she drew near, the heat in his loins ever growing. Her scent wafted to his nose, unconsciously he inhaled the rosy scent of her shampoo.
She shyly turned her gaze to meet his. “Amon are you alright?” her innocent question asked. Her words barely registered in his mind, his focus solely on her intriguing pink lips. Her delicate hand touched his arm, sending a shock through him. Intensifying the burning arousal already taking a life of it’s own.
Slowly he lowered his lips to hers, never looking away from her eyes. Briefly brushing his lips against hers...he pulls a whisper away before pressing her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Her body arched to meet his height, giving her feelings she’d only dreamed about.
Soft moans built in her throat urging her to press closer. Her arms encircled his neck pulling him ter.ter. He fed his arms around her waist pressing her hips against his erection. She gasp softly when she felt his hot length against her, causing her to pause for a moment before Amon captured her lips again.
His heart pounded against his ribs painfully. He knew if things did not stop now they would not be able to stop them. Why couldn’t he pull away...why wasn’t she pulling away? His hands began the slow timid journey along her delicately soft curves. Cupping her breast in his hand the internal battled was ended. He would not be able to stop now, could he? ‘Oh gods, this witch can burn me to ashes yet she quenches my thirst’ he mused briefly while they caught their breath.
Grazing his hands along her sides, he watched her tremble beneath his touch. Content with her bodies reaction to him he smiled slightly to himself. Bringing his hands to rest on her waist he pulled her in to a firm embrace, locking his lips in a deep emotion filled kiss. He tempted her mouth with his tongue in an all out display of his intentions.
Desperately needing air she broke away from his kiss, her hands firmly against his chest. The heat from his skin burned her, yet she could not pull away. ‘ What is happening?...does he want to....make love?....what are these strange sensations, what do I do?’ Robin was helplessly drifting on a sea of confusion. The only anchor was her desire to remain where she was.
Amon slowly guided her backwards to the sofa. Temptation to carry this to one of the two bedrooms dismissed. His arms held her waist while lowering her to the cushion. Placing his knee between her thighs he gently laid her down, while nuzzling the tender flesh of her neck. Low erotic moans escaped the innocent girl beneath him, driving the fire within him to exploding intensity.
Her hands took on a life of their own, slowly and tentatively at first they followed the curves of his shoulders. Embarrassment from her actions forced her hands to stop their decent along his body. “ Touch me “ he murmured against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and into her stomach. She began her feathery caress again.
Her skin tasted heavenly and pure..her body beneath him satisfying unknown needs. He wanted her to want this, needed her to want it. Her shy, gentle hands on his flesh only reminded him of her innocence and virginity. His arms trembledruggruggling to control his building need. Bringing his arms around her back he lowered himself ontop of her. Murmuring just enough to reach her ears he asked “ Are you...ok? “, his voice giving away his unsureness.
She nodded her head slowly, not trusting her voice to do so. “No, Robin...tell me, are you alright?” he asked again. “I think so” she answered. Amon was flooded with frustration, anger, and guilt. He’d gone further and done more with this girl than he’d ever intended. Pulling away he sat upright, not daring to look at her. Her slight form began to right herself beside him. The silence between them settled like a thick fog. She rose without a word, softly retracing her steps the her bedroom.
Amon lingered in the darkness for a while longer. His thoughts fixed on the evenings events. How had he lost control? How had he crossed the line he himself had put in place? How could this young girl bring his defenses crashing down around him? His arousal diminished but still aching from denial he trudged to his own room.
Sleep eluded Robin as she lay there still feeling the burn of Amon’s touches, and lingering kisses. She had dreamed of him showing her affection, yet feared where it would go. Her upbringing challenged her thoughts, but the heart wanted all of what he was willing to give. Did she disappoint him, was her inexperience disgusting to him? What is he feeling?
She tossed and turned for hours, exhaustion forcing sleep on her troubled mind.
He drifted to sleep just before sunrise, struggling with his demons. Wishing he’d continued his exploration of her body, and regret he’d learned what he had. Unsure of what changes the exchange would bring he hoped when they faced each other again it would not end in her heartache.
She rose before 11, started coffee and breakfast. She glanced towards the sofa remembering last night. Hurt brewed within her, the realization of the rejection hitting her heart. Suddenly she found herself filled with dread, not wanting to face him. She decided then she would go to Marie’s for awhile, it would be a fair distraction.
After finishing her coffee, and quickly devouring her meal she wasted no time dressing to leave. When she emerged from her room Amon thankfully had not yet appeared. She jotted a quick note then exited the cottage. Each step she took brought a growing sense of relief.
Marie opened the door with her familiar smile and hearty hug. The two were instantly in the warm interior of the kitchen. Robin had gotten quite handy with baking. She’d mastered breads, and soon would have pies to down to a specialty. Marie truly was a gem in wisdom and friendship. These days brought Robin much joy, and often helped get her mind off her troubles. Today however, it wasn’t necessarily working.
Amon woke to silence. His senses telling him he was alone he sprung from the bed, quickly entering the living room. There he found her note. ‘ At Marie’s, back later’ .
For the moment content with everything he sought out to make himself some coffee.
Reaching for the carafe he felt a lingering warmth. Perhaps an hour old. She usually only stayed a few hours at most. His time to brace himself was limited, he wondered if she was angry, then found himself wondering if she had it in her to yell. A strange feeling lightly gripped his chest dawning on him she could be hurting. This situation had gotten so complicated, yet......it seems so natural.
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Alright, I\'m sorry It was just a tease....but I\'m going to try my best to stay with the natural flow of things and keep them both IC. Therefore, they ain\'t gonna bump uglies jest yet! Or will they? Hmmm.....wonder what Amon would think?
Can\'t really rape the willing now can ya?
WARNING: FLUFF-ISH /ARTIFICAL LEMON FLAVORING AHEAD !!!!
Chapter 10 : A Moment
Amon struggle con control his breathing as she drew near, the heat in his loins ever growing. Her scent wafted to his nose, unconsciously he inhaled the rosy scent of her shampoo.
She shyly turned her gaze to meet his. “Amon are you alright?” her innocent question asked. Her words barely registered in his mind, his focus solely on her intriguing pink lips. Her delicate hand touched his arm, sending a shock through him. Intensifying the burning arousal already taking a life of it’s own.
Slowly he lowered his lips to hers, never looking away from her eyes. Briefly brushing his lips against hers...he pulls a whisper away before pressing her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Her body arched to meet his height, giving her feelings she’d only dreamed about.
Soft moans built in her throat urging her to press closer. Her arms encircled his neck pulling him ter.ter. He fed his arms around her waist pressing her hips against his erection. She gasp softly when she felt his hot length against her, causing her to pause for a moment before Amon captured her lips again.
His heart pounded against his ribs painfully. He knew if things did not stop now they would not be able to stop them. Why couldn’t he pull away...why wasn’t she pulling away? His hands began the slow timid journey along her delicately soft curves. Cupping her breast in his hand the internal battled was ended. He would not be able to stop now, could he? ‘Oh gods, this witch can burn me to ashes yet she quenches my thirst’ he mused briefly while they caught their breath.
Grazing his hands along her sides, he watched her tremble beneath his touch. Content with her bodies reaction to him he smiled slightly to himself. Bringing his hands to rest on her waist he pulled her in to a firm embrace, locking his lips in a deep emotion filled kiss. He tempted her mouth with his tongue in an all out display of his intentions.
Desperately needing air she broke away from his kiss, her hands firmly against his chest. The heat from his skin burned her, yet she could not pull away. ‘ What is happening?...does he want to....make love?....what are these strange sensations, what do I do?’ Robin was helplessly drifting on a sea of confusion. The only anchor was her desire to remain where she was.
Amon slowly guided her backwards to the sofa. Temptation to carry this to one of the two bedrooms dismissed. His arms held her waist while lowering her to the cushion. Placing his knee between her thighs he gently laid her down, while nuzzling the tender flesh of her neck. Low erotic moans escaped the innocent girl beneath him, driving the fire within him to exploding intensity.
Her hands took on a life of their own, slowly and tentatively at first they followed the curves of his shoulders. Embarrassment from her actions forced her hands to stop their decent along his body. “ Touch me “ he murmured against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and into her stomach. She began her feathery caress again.
Her skin tasted heavenly and pure..her body beneath him satisfying unknown needs. He wanted her to want this, needed her to want it. Her shy, gentle hands on his flesh only reminded him of her innocence and virginity. His arms trembledruggruggling to control his building need. Bringing his arms around her back he lowered himself ontop of her. Murmuring just enough to reach her ears he asked “ Are you...ok? “, his voice giving away his unsureness.
She nodded her head slowly, not trusting her voice to do so. “No, Robin...tell me, are you alright?” he asked again. “I think so” she answered. Amon was flooded with frustration, anger, and guilt. He’d gone further and done more with this girl than he’d ever intended. Pulling away he sat upright, not daring to look at her. Her slight form began to right herself beside him. The silence between them settled like a thick fog. She rose without a word, softly retracing her steps the her bedroom.
Amon lingered in the darkness for a while longer. His thoughts fixed on the evenings events. How had he lost control? How had he crossed the line he himself had put in place? How could this young girl bring his defenses crashing down around him? His arousal diminished but still aching from denial he trudged to his own room.
Sleep eluded Robin as she lay there still feeling the burn of Amon’s touches, and lingering kisses. She had dreamed of him showing her affection, yet feared where it would go. Her upbringing challenged her thoughts, but the heart wanted all of what he was willing to give. Did she disappoint him, was her inexperience disgusting to him? What is he feeling?
She tossed and turned for hours, exhaustion forcing sleep on her troubled mind.
He drifted to sleep just before sunrise, struggling with his demons. Wishing he’d continued his exploration of her body, and regret he’d learned what he had. Unsure of what changes the exchange would bring he hoped when they faced each other again it would not end in her heartache.
She rose before 11, started coffee and breakfast. She glanced towards the sofa remembering last night. Hurt brewed within her, the realization of the rejection hitting her heart. Suddenly she found herself filled with dread, not wanting to face him. She decided then she would go to Marie’s for awhile, it would be a fair distraction.
After finishing her coffee, and quickly devouring her meal she wasted no time dressing to leave. When she emerged from her room Amon thankfully had not yet appeared. She jotted a quick note then exited the cottage. Each step she took brought a growing sense of relief.
Marie opened the door with her familiar smile and hearty hug. The two were instantly in the warm interior of the kitchen. Robin had gotten quite handy with baking. She’d mastered breads, and soon would have pies to down to a specialty. Marie truly was a gem in wisdom and friendship. These days brought Robin much joy, and often helped get her mind off her troubles. Today however, it wasn’t necessarily working.
Amon woke to silence. His senses telling him he was alone he sprung from the bed, quickly entering the living room. There he found her note. ‘ At Marie’s, back later’ .
For the moment content with everything he sought out to make himself some coffee.
Reaching for the carafe he felt a lingering warmth. Perhaps an hour old. She usually only stayed a few hours at most. His time to brace himself was limited, he wondered if she was angry, then found himself wondering if she had it in her to yell. A strange feeling lightly gripped his chest dawning on him she could be hurting. This situation had gotten so complicated, yet......it seems so natural.
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Alright, I\'m sorry It was just a tease....but I\'m going to try my best to stay with the natural flow of things and keep them both IC. Therefore, they ain\'t gonna bump uglies jest yet! Or will they? Hmmm.....wonder what Amon would think?
Can\'t really rape the willing now can ya?