Her Hell

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

A/N: I have decided I very much like the idea of fast forwarding through days and weeks.....and this story needs it....’desperately’ so here goes....*time leap*

NOTE: I redid the \'self gratification\' scene due to the fact that I screwed up aroterote very simular to a friend who is posted on the fanfic sites. She is the author of \"Scent of Darkness\" IF you haven\'t read her work you really should, her author name is PARANOID...I am truly sorry...I hope you forgive me girl...was truly an accident but I thank you for pointing it out. *head hung low in shame*
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Several weeks had past since that night, and the routine had become familiar. In fact it was nearly a nightly thing. Amon was becoming more frustrated each day. His needs weren’t being met and his companion was the fuel for that fire. Yet he could not allow himself that pleasure. ‘Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me’ he wondered all to often. He now watched her piddle around the kitchen, cleaning, cooking....humming. She always hummed now.....while her heart was happy just being in his company...he wasn’t. He needed more....he wanted more....he wanted her to consume him, as he wanted to consume her.

“I’m going out, stay here” he said matter of factly, slamming the door lightly as he left.

Robin wondered what had happened. She had noticed a change in Amon recently. He seemed more aggravated now than before. She wondered if there was news he’d not informed her about. She’d tried a few times to sneak a peak at Amon’s emails from Nagira. So far she had failed. But knowing Amon would probably be gone long enough this time she tried yet again. And he had made it easy by leaving his laptop on the kitchen table.

Slowly she opened the slim computer....it was still on...she opened the email program and found a few old correspondences from Nagira. She read about the seed witch, and found some comfort in knowing they had released the hunt for her and Amon for the time being. ‘Why is he so stressed?’ she wondered. It appeared as though there was little to be stressed about. She found nothing to point to why he was acting so strange. Giving up for the time being before she was caught she closed the device again and resumed her task of preparing dinner.

Amon roamed around for a bit, thinking about the situation. With a few solid punches to a random wall he grunted and groaned in frustration. “Dammit, this is ridiculous” he mumbled. Turning on his heels he made his way back to the tiny cottage he and his little witch shared. He was going to face this demon once and for all.

When he opened the door he smelled the beginnings of dinner....he loved the way the place smelled when she cooked for them. She was very adept in the kitchen...’I wonder?’ he mused before mentally slapping himself for entertaining that thought. She hummed away, in her own oblivion, while he watched her quietly. The sway of her hips, the grace of her light nearly sound proof steps. The way her neck gracefully met her shoulders and the soft tendrils of hair that swept across her face. She was indeed beautiful....and TO DAMN YOUNG!

“Grrrr” he grumbled outloud not realizing she heard him
“Amon..? Are you alright?” She asked
“I am fine, when will dinner be done?” he inquired
“A bit longer”

He watched her a moment longer before deciding to take a shower to help sooth his rattled nerves. After gathering his items he was under the warm water within moments. He tried in vain to forget his lust filled ideas which seemed to have wrapped themselves around his brain lately. ‘I’ve turned into a horney old man,I wonder how Nagira deals with it?’ he cursed himself. The light sound of Robin’s humming drifted under the door to his ears. Suddenly he found himself hard, and needing release. Grabbing his cock he began his slow strokes...he closed his eyes trying in vain to think of anyone but Robin. Yet his mind continued to drift to the young blonde humming her heart out in the other room. He moaned lowly in his throat as the pressure built. His grip tightened..he found his pace increasing. He was on the verge of insanity...he wanted the one thing he could not have, the one girl he wasn\'t supposed to touch. He wanted to take her innocence yet he wanted to show her what it was to be with a real man...a man that could give her pleasure...and oh how he wanted to pleasure her. The many things he had imagined doing to her through the time they had been together. He wanted to hear her soft voice moan with pleasure, he wondered if she would scream his name in the throws of passion. Those green eyes filled with desire. Was such a young girl capable of knowing desire. Was this what a crush was?, or was it something more? He felt the familar pulse of his member just before he climaxed. He held the product of his desires within his palm. He looked at the sticky liquid in his hand and grunted in displeasure. Here he was, yet again, reduced to this for satisfaction....a horney old man...reduced to teenage shower masterbation....he was a man, he shouldn\'t have to do this...he needed a woman....a warm body to react to his....all he really wanted was Robin. *sigh*

He finished his shower, and cleaned up the mess before drying off. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was a man like any other, coupling was part of nature whether man, beast or witch so what made him feel so dirty desiring the young hunter in the next room? Was it her age? For centuries girls younger than she were married off or sold off to men twice HIS age. But we aren’t in those times, it’s not accepted now. Does she see me as anything other than her guardian? Does she even know the difference between love and lust? These questions bounced around in his brain. He had to find a middle ground, or perhaps a busty woman with nothing else better to do. Shaking it off he finished dressing. As he was leaving the bathroom he ran right into Robin...she stumbled backwards and he caught her. His arms snaked around her tiny waist and pulled her back up...a mere few inches from his face. The slight blush that rose in her cheeks at that moment made her look so desirable yet so untouchable. The fire he had just moments ago put out, now rose again. He was going mad. Before his mind had a chance to argue with him, his heart lead him to do something he swore he would not do....he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips.

Her yful ful innocent moans did nothing to help ease his problems, in fact he was now harder than he was before. He pulled away suddenly...grabbing his jacket he stormed out the door...leaving a stunned, dazed and confused Robin watching his retreating back as she gently rubbed her lips....glassy eyed she turned to the kitchen to prepare her plate, and to eat alone. She hoped he would talk when he returned.....


Amon went to the only place in town that served drinks. It was NO Harry’s but it would have to do. Right now he wanted to be numb. And he wanted to be alone. He had left Robin standing there in silence after he had kissed her. He didn’t even want to know what she was thinking at the moment, his own thoughts were making him insane. He ordered his 3rd drink. Thankfully they didn’t water the drinks down and he was already starting to feel some warming sensations. If he became intoxicated enough he would be able to pass out when he got home and not have to deal with what just happened. As he sat there he blocked out the noise around him.....until a voice broke through his silent barrier.


“Hi, you been in town long?” A female voice spoke from behind him. Without turning to look he answered her “Long enough”
She stepped to his side smiling. She placed her hand on his forearm only receive a silent yet deadly glare from the dark brooding man. “Mind if I keep you company for a bit?”
“Why would you want such a thing?” He asked finally looking in her direction. She was about his age, perhaps a year or two older. Obviously native to the area judging by her dark hair and native features. Attractive yes, but not what he would want to wake up to every morning, not like Robin. ‘Oh god there it is again’ ....forcing that thought down he tried to focus his attentions to this woman before him. Perhaps he would be able to find release in the most natural of ways....that may be what he’s needed all along....

The two sat in silence for the most part. She would ask simple questions, he would give simple answers. Before long both were feeling the effects of the finely aged alcohol they had consumed. He had put the thoughts of wooing her on the back burner when she reached over and stroked his thigh. He turned his dark eyes to her before speaking....examining her features, searching her eyes. She spoke first breaking the silence. “Would you like to follow me home?” she asked with a semi-seductive smirk.
“No strings? Just fuck?” he asked in return, his eyebrow cocked in an inquisitive gesture.
She smiled and pulled his arm towards her....raising herself off the barstool. He watched her pull her jacket on. In a moment of weakness he wondered if he should do this, if he should leave Robin any longer than he already had. As fast as the thought entered his mind he pushed it out......’I need this, I owe Robin nothing except my protection’. Before he realized it he was being pulled from the bar, into the freezing temperatures. Looking forward to what was about to happen he smirked. “How far?” he asked.
“Just a few minutes from here, quick walk really” she told him. She continued to lead him through the town to a cluster of cottages much like the one he shared with Robin. She pulled him towards a single unit then fumbled for her keys. Once the door was unlocked she pushed him onto the couch...straddling his lap she covered his mouth....teasing his mouth with her tongue. Probing him...teasing him.....she nibbled on his bottom lips. He allowed a low moan to escape his throat. This urged her on....she began slowly grinding against his already hard cock. He put his hands on either side of her hips setting her pace. He crushed her lips with a bruising kiss. Easing a hand up her side...he found entrance under her shirt....sliding his hand across her soft skin he cupped her breast in his palm. Slowly gently massaging it for a moment before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger....her moans increased.

In an instant he picked her up off the couch before dropping her back down on her back. He covered her body with his own....he kissed her with force again....he ripped her shirt from her....exposing both breast....he nipped her delicate skin along her jaw, down her neck then into the valley between her breast before capturing her left nipple between his teeth in a gentle bite. She shuddered beneath him. His right hand began a more forceful massaging of her right breast. He wondered what Robin’s breast would feel like, what her skin would taste like to his mouth. He wondered what her juices would taste like, how her moans would sound to his ears. Oh god how he wanted to know this for himself....his attentions to this young woman beneath him became more forceful....more intense and she responded....and oh how she did respond....this little vixen would most certainly help ease the desire he’d held for Robin...he hoped.


Robin watched the clock...he still had not returned. She had finished dinner, cleaned the kitchen. Finally curling up on the couch with a book and a blanket she waited....and waited. Concern growing for her partner. Her mind had been swirling around the kiss he gave her since he walked out the door. She had no idea what to think, and he was not here to question. She had seen his tracks leading off towards town. She knew she could find him if needed....yet she feared she would cause more problems if she did so. So she remained....diligently waiting....hoping he would return home....to her. She let out a heavy yawn retrieving her book yet again. Her eyes grew heavy and she was having a hard time staying alert.....the words began to blurr in her eyes....as her body fought to sleep she dropped the book yet again....as her head lulled to the side to rest on the back of the couch. Where sleep was nearly upon her.....with a soft sigh....and a whisper of his name the darkness wrapped around her carrying her off to dreamland....


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Ok....not much of a \'hanger\' but hey I\'ll live. Lemme know what you guys think....no one wants to review my stories.....:-( I\'m not beggin but feed back is appreciated. *hint hint*

Oh well enoof mof my problems..lol. Hope ya\'ll enjoy.