The Beginning of the End

Shaking and coughing the young woman pulled herself up off the ground and sat looked around. The surrounding landscape was unfamiliar, but the man a few feet from her, also rising from the ground and taking in his surroundings, was not.

"Amon!" she cried.

"Robin! Are you okay?" His normally calm, detached voice was a bit shaky. His usually fluid movements were unsteady as he rushed toward her.

"Yes, I'm fine, just a few scrapes and bruises. How are you? Are you okay?"

There was no way he could miss the anxious tone in her voice, and he knew she didn't mean physically.

"Yes, I'm fine." He replied, trying for a more normal voice as he sat beside her. "Just a little overwhelmed."

Although surprised by his confession, she instinctively reached out and gently rested her hand on his lower arm, offering support and strength. She knew how hard what had happened was for him to accept.

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The Factory's underground facility was collapsing! Zizen had taken the elevator, hoping to escape death and continue his hunting and exploitation of witches. Robin's flames had made sure that even if the elevator reached the surface, Zizen would never again harm any of her people. But that still left Miho, Robin and Amon trapped!

Running down the corridors, trying to reach an elevator that might be still working, they could hear the building crumbling above them. Turning a corner they see it, an elevator shaft! When they pushed the button, the doors opened, revealing an empty shaft.

"Oh no!" Miho cried in despair. " Can we climb it?"

Amon's brain was working furiously, trying to think of a way out in time. Climbing wasn't an option; there wasn't enough time. He couldn't think of any way out!

"Amon, what should we do?" Robin asked, sure he would save them.

Robin's voice brought him back, and looking into the face of this woman who trusted him with her life, who always had, he felt surge of feeling. He would get her out! He had to! That surge of feeling was followed by a corresponding surge of indescribable power. As if a switch had been flipped in his brain, he knew what to do, what he could do.

Grabbing both Robin and Miho, he leaped into the elevator shaft. Too surprised to even scream, the women held onto him as, instead of falling, they started to rise swiftly. When they had reached the top of the shaft, he headed toward the edge of the compound. Before rising higher, he gently dropped Miho into a secluded glade. No sooner had Amon and Robin disappeared over the trees, than Dojima had appeared. Still stunned, "It was a miracle," was all she would say.

Amon and Robin continued over the trees. Suddenly, now that the danger to Robin had passed, Amon's strength started to fail. He descended quickly, hoping to land before they crashed. When they were about two meters off the ground, they fell hard, both of them winded.

As with all newly awakened witches, he couldn't control his power well, but desperation coupled with a naturally calculating mind had sparked a temporary burst of clarity and control. His was the power to control wind, and using this power to create massive updrafts, he had carried them to safety.

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He glanced down at the slender hand on his arm, a little surprised. This was the first time she had touched him. Seeing his surprised expression, she lifted her hand, but before she could pull it away, he laid his hand over hers.

Amon's mind raced through his memories... His gentle, loving mother playing games on the floor with him... That same woman awakening into a crazed and violent witch... His seeing Robin for the first time as he was leaving Harry's, their eyes meeting... Robin telling him that she if he thought she really was a dangerous witch, she'd willingly die by his hand... Seeing that empty elevator shaft at the bottom of The Factory... Finally, his mind stopped at the look of concern in Robin's eyes as she reached out to comfort him.

Robin was silent, watching the man's face go through a myriad of different emotions, his usually stoic, mask-like expression gone. 'What is he thinking about?' She wondered as she watched his face fluctuate from sorrow, to anger, to fascination, to amazement, back to fear again, and finally to tenderness. She was also extremely aware of his hand keeping time with his thoughts. Squeezing, loosening, or stroking hers depending on the emotion he was feeling. He didn't seem aware of his actions, nor of her intense scrutiny.

After a few minutes silence, Robin interrupted his reverie. "Shouldn't we should get moving, just in case anyone is looking for us? But where should we go? We can't go back to Nagira's can we?"

"No, but that's okay. I know someplace we can go, and I have enough money to last awhile. Let's get going."

Helping her to her feet, he set off at quick pace, leading her by the hand. They walked for a long while before they reached the city. Once in Tokyo they grabbed a taxi and Amon gave the driver an address.

Arriving at a small apartment building, Amon led Robin up several flights of stairs. At the end of the corridor, Amon stopped and ushered Robin into a small apartment. The apartment was tastefully furnished and very tidy, but definitely small.

"Make yourself at home. The bathroom's over there, would you like to take a bath?" Amon was trying to appear calm and hospitable, but his heart was pounding. Now that he was conscious of his feelings, he was very aware that he was alone with Robin.

Robin nodded, "But I don't have anything clean to change into."

"Oh, yeah. Well, will one of my t-shirts be okay until tomorrow?" Amon asked, his face flushing slightly as a mental picture flashed through his head.

Robin blushed as well, and nodded again. She headed to the bathroom with his shirt in her hand. It might have relieved Amon to know that her heart was pounding as hard as his. Ever since he had placed his hand on top of hers, she had been very agitated. She loved him, she'd known this ever since he had saved her after the attack at her apartment. Knowing how he felt about witches and Craft Users, she had never expected him to return her affection. But now, she wasn't so sure. He had defied Solomon and spared her life. Maybe there was hope after all.

She filled the tub with hot water. Stripping her clothes off, she lowered herself into the tub, sighing. As the hot water soaked her aches and pains away, she argued with herself furiously. 'Tell him!' Screamed one part of her. 'No, he has enough to deal with right now.' deliberated the other. 'But he stopped your hand.' argued her passion. 'Maybe he just needed some human contact.' her rational side objected. 'But you love him!' her heart cried. 'And if he doesn't feel the same, the knowledge of my feelings would only be a burden to him.' declared her brain, ending all further debate.

Out in the other room, Amon was having a similar debate with himself as he cleaned the dirt off his face, hair, and hands in the kitchen sink. He went into the bedroom and changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants, then returned to the living room. He was still debating with himself when Robin came out of the bathroom. Seeing her standing there, in only his shirt, with her hair loose over her shoulders, all debate within his mind ended. He knew he was staring, but couldn't help it. She looked so sexy yet innocent with her head slightly lowered, her face a bit flushed.

He was overcome with the need to touch her. Crossing the room to where she stood, he brought his hand up to caress her cheek. "So beautiful." he whispered.

Robin's breath caught in her throat and her cheeks darkened. She looked at him with wide eyes, almost afraid that she was dreaming. 'What did he say? Beautiful? Me?'

Misreading her reaction, he started to take his hand away. This time, she stopped him, pressing his hand to her cheek with her hand. Turning her head a little, she brushed his palm with a gentle kiss.

Her reaction was so completely unexpected, that Amon was left breathless with surprise. The next instant, he had regained his ability to breathe, and motion wasn’t far behind. Feverishly, he sought her mouth as he pulled her body tight against his.

Although amazed at Amon’s reaction from such a small kiss, objecting never crossed her mind. This is what she had wished for, dreamed of, and despaired of ever having. As his tongue flicked along her lips, seeking entrance, his arms encircled her so tightly that she was nearly breathless. She opened her mouth, allowing his insistent tongue to enter, and meeting it with her own. She could feel one hand burying itself in her still damp hair, as the other caressed her back. Wrapping her arms around him as well, she molded herself to his body, feeling the play of his muscles as he stroked her body, and the hard heat of his manhood pressing against her.

Amon felt her press herself against his manhood and moaned. He reigned himself in, wanting to make everything clear before he lost all control, they couldn’t afford any misunderstandings right now. Taking a deep breath, he took a small step back, and taking her hand, led her to the couch. “Robin, come sit by me. I need to tell you something.”

Robin was disappointed when he moved away, but his serious look and tone made her acquiesce without reservation. She sat next to him, not looking at him, wondering why he had stopped so suddenly and what he would say. She refused to let herself hope that he loved her as she loved him.

Turning her face so she was looking at him, he began. “I don’t want any misunderstandings…”

Robin’s heart dropped. He must be trying to tell her he’s sorry for kissing her like that. Why else would he be worried about misunderstandings?

“…but I don’t want you to think that this is just a fling. Before we went too far, I thought I should tell you that…I…love you.”

Robin’s mouth dropped open, she stared at Amon in amazement. Then, realizing how ridiculous she must look, she closed her mouth and eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with tears, but there was a brilliant smile on her face. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he toppled backward onto the couch. “I love you too!”

Once again her response caught him off guard. Feeling her body on top of his, pressing into him, he responded with a passionate kiss.

Robin opened her mouth, submitting to his questing tongue. She wove her fingers into his black hair and gently pulled his head toward her, deepening the kiss. She wished this kiss could go on forever, but she also hungered for more.

As they devoured each others mouths, Amon's hands ran from her shoulders, down past her waist, and under the hem of her shirt. Grasping her firm naked buttocks with both hands he pushed her pelvis into his hard, throbbing manhood.

She gasped when she felt his hard member through the fabric of his sweats, rubbing against her unshielded outer lips. Then, wanting more, she pressed herself against him, rubbing herself the full length of his shaft.

Amon couldn't stand it! With a groan he pulled himself away from her mouth and stood up, scooping her into his arms. Kissing her, he made his way into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.

Her eyes greedily devoured him as he removed his shirt, taking in every ripple of his chest. She began to breathe faster and her eyes dilated as he removed his pants and she saw his hard, thick member standing up in front of him. She had a uncontrolable urge to touch it.

Amon had watched her reactions as he undressed. He had wondered if she would shrink back in fear or maybe hide her face in embarrassment. He certainly hadn't expected her to crawl to the edge of the bed, take his engorged member in her small hands, and stroke him lightly. He moaned as her hands continued their exploration.

She was so enthralled with him that she didn't even think about what she was doing, she was acting on pure instinct. She started stroking more firmly when she heard him moan, her bottom hand almost releasing the
tip before starting back down.

Amon was reveling in the sensations she was producing with her hands. Unconsciously, his hips had started rocking in time with her hands, and he felt a little fluid drip from the end of his member.

Robin felt something a little wet and sticky coat her hands. Watching it drip from the tip of his member, she felt a tingling wetness form between her legs. She couldn't help herself! She bobbed her head down and lapped up his juices with her tongue.

The feeling of her hot, damp tongue on the tip of his manhood was too much for Amon! He pushed her backwards onto the bed and pulled her shirt off, attacking one breast with his mouth and the other with kneading fingers. He circled around a hard nipple with his tongue as he gently pinched the other, until she was arching her back to him, moaning for more.

She gasped and cried out as he took her breast in his mouth and sucked hard, running his tongue over her sensitive nipple as he sucked. She wimpered in disappointment when he removed his mouth, until he latched onto her other breast, sucking and nibbling.

Amon was enjoying her honest reactions to his ministrations. Looking up at flushed face, eyes closed, mouth opened in panting breaths, he knew she was ready for the next part. Kissing his way down, he steadily worked his way lower.

A little startled, she tensed a little as his mouth touched the border of her furry mound, then she relaxed, trusting in him completely. She jumped and cried out as she felt his tongue run the length of her folds, pausing to work the sensitive area near the top.

He worked her center of pleasure with his tongue, and gently inserted a finger into her tight, untried opening. Slowly pumping his finger in and out, he played with her button with his lips and tongue. He added a second finger when her hips started bucking into his hand.

As he moved his mouth upwards away from her pleasure button the tension that had been building leveled out a little, allowing her head to clear momentarily. When it did, she felt each kiss, each thrust of his fingers, so intensely it made her shiver and moan. When she felt his mouth cover hers she opened to him, tasting herself on his tongue as it invaded her mouth.

As he kissed her, he removed his fingers and positioned his throbbing member at her entrance. Being careful not to hurt her, he pushed the swollen tip past her opening and into her tight passage. He paused then, feeling her passage tighten around the tip. When she began to relax again he pushed in deeper, then slowly pulled all the way out before pushing in again.

She felt him enter her, the swollen tip stretching her sensitive entrance, and moaned as she felt her entrance tighten and grip his shaft just below the tip. Her opening was incredibly sensitive, and every time he pushed his engorged tip into it she cried out, a intense burst of pleasure flowing through her.

Her cries were making it difficult for him to hold back. He pushed into her until he felt her barrier then pulled out a little, and thrust quickly. He felt her whole body tighten, but she didn't cry out. He waited until she relaxed before starting to push himself deeper into her passage. He reveled her depth as his member was taken all the way in. He wanted to watch her, so once he was in fully he gently rolled over so she was now lying on top.

She looked at him in surprise when he rolled her on top of him.

"Try sitting up." he told her with a smile.

She sat up and gasped. She could feel not only his shaft pressing firmly against her passage, but also his skin and hair rubbing against her outer folds.

"Now move your hips a little, back and forth. Here, like this." He placed his hands on her hips, and proceeded to press into her as he rocked her back and forth.

She panted and cried out as the hair at the base of his shaft ground into her little pleasure button over and over. She began moving her hips faster, pressing her button into him, moaning as she began to lose herself.

Watching her move on top of him, her pert breasts with their hard pink nipples bobbing above him, was just too much. He thrust upwards in time to her rocking. The feel of her rocking, coupled with his thrust was exquisite and he nearly lost control right then.

She was so close, she could feel the tension building in her. She was oblivious to everything except the waves of pleasure washing over her each time she moved back and forth. She was leaning back a little when he thrust into her. She cried out as his member pressed up into her passage walls and pressed against the pleasure node hidden there. With each thrust of his hips, his member teased her pleasure spot, causing her to cry out.

Hearing her cries of pleasure was too much. Amon thrust into her, pulling her hips down to meet him each time. He could feel his manhood tightening, and knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He thrust harder and faster with each cry, wanting her to peak with him.

"Oh! Amon! Amon! Ahhhhh!" Robin cried, her eyes flying open then rolling back into her head before closing again as one hard thrust hit her pleasure spot and sent her over the edge. It felt like the flames she commanded were raging within her, coursing through her veins. Wave after burning wave crashed through her as each thrust of his manhood pushed her back into spasms of ecstasy.

As she cried his name, her tight passage practically vibrated around his rock hard shaft. He lost all remaining control and slamming her down onto his shaft, he reached his peak. He moaned deeply as his whole body shook with his release.

Robin had thought she was done as her orgasms had begun to subside, but then he slammed into her. Her button was pressed deeply into him, his hard manhood pulsed hard against her inner walls as he spilled his seed into her, and once again she was shuddering in ecstasy. As her final orgasm passed she collapsed onto his chest.

Amon was dimly aware that something was wrong, but it took him a few seconds to realize what. Suddenly, he rolled Robin off of him and leaped from the bed. Grabbing a vase that stood on a bedside table he threw the water on the fire that was licking at the curtains by his bed. He turned to look at Robin sitting on the bed wide eyed with surprise.

"Did I do that? Oh, I'm so sorry! I had no idea..." she trailed off as she hid her bright red face in her hands.

Amon sat beside her and, putting one arm around her, lifted her face to his. "It's okay. It's not your fault." Then, smiling gently, he added, "I'll just have the fire extinguisher handy next time."

Seeing the love in his eyes, she couldn't help but smile, and once again she surprised him with her response: "I think you should go and get it then."