Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ If he only KNEW... ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Night held Robin’s room in the palm of its gloomy hand. It was a time for sleep, but the young girl found that it was easier said than done this night. Sleep was evading her at every turn tonight.

She sat on the edge of her bed, head down looking vacantly out into the darkness of her room. The young woman knew she should be cuddled up in her blankets, sleeping for a long time by now, but she found herself very much awake.

She sat there, her bare body shivering in the coolness of the room, her mind overly active for her to be able to sleep. She had layed there for what seemed to be many hours, and not one wink of sleep had came

They young girl had awoken again, with the hot steamy dreams brewing in her mind. All of these bourgeoning emotions were getting more intense that even, and seemed to be also affecting her in every matter of her life right now. They had become way too strong for her to ignore now. The images of the man were getting stronger too, and her urges to do what she had done in the morning were back.

She could feel the slick wetness between her legs was heavy and had painted itself down her thighs nearly to her knees and her secret parts were tingling like crazy, almost to the point of aching. She did not want to succumb to these carnal urges that were drawing her every thought there, but it was still drawing her to do so.

She thought on just how to relive it all, but nothing other than giving in to the feelings lingered in her head, and the calling of her body was strongly making it seem like the only way. She thought on her little problem, hoping to find a less shameful way to handle it. She thought on it, hoping that she would find the solution

Grabbing her dress from the hanger on the back of the door, she just had made up her mind to go for a short night time walk. That idea just had popped into her head as she sat there in the darkness.

Perhaps that would relive the thoughts and feelings that were making her body actually ache, she deduced. She needed all of these urges to go so she could sleep, for they were very near making the hunt for the witch complete.

Hurrying to dress, she saw a nice peaceful walk in the dark as the one way she could get this urge to leave her... at least for the night. She donned her dress quick, hoping that it would do just that for her.

The air was heavily sweet with the hint of flowers and the warmth of the night as she stepped to street level. She looked down the street both ways, unsure of which direction to go in for a stroll in. She suddenly froze to the spot, as she spotted something just down the street from where she stood.

A black car was sitting on the lonely street, sticking out like a sore thumb because it was the only vehicle around as far as she could see. It curiously looked almost like it was Amon’s car that was sitting there all by itself. Her mind wandered with the possibility of it being the man’s car sitting there.

Because of the heavy tint made into the windows coupled with the lack of a street lamp that was working close enough to illuminate the car, she was not for sure it was the man’s vehicle or not. She had to admit though, it sure looked like his trademark car that sat in the shadows of the night shrouded night.

Her heart fluttered for a few beats in her chest as she found herself holding her breath in. Her mind raced. Was that really Amon’s car parked right there, her mind questioned very excitedly? What if it was... then what? The next question was just why was he there in the first place?

The young girl took a few steps towards the car, thinking of getting a closer look, but the car suddenly started up and made a u-turn out of the parking spot and went off in the opposite direction at a very slow speed. She watched it hit the end of the block, and turn right at the set of lights. It did the turn, then like a flash it was gone, almost as if it had not been there in the first place.

Robin just laughed at herself, thinking that she was just imagining everything, her mind must be playing tricks on her. The thought of Amon sitting outside of her apartment building in his car was totally crazy, yet she for a split second, she really wanted it to be the tall man with the piercing dark eyes that was in the car.

She started off for her walk, dismissing the sight she had saw as just a figment of her sleep deprived imagination going very wild. She giggled to herself, nervously and walked down her block. It was silly of her to jump to that conclusion, yet deep down she still hoped that it had been Amon’s car.

After a long walk around the block, she turned back to head home. She realized that the aroused feelings had diminished, and a calming satisfying weariness was setting in to her body gradually. She was finally welcoming the simple pleasure of feeling sleepy, and hoped that her other thoughts would finally abet for the rest of the night so she could go back and get some sleep now.

Hurrying herself just a little bit, she was afraid that this dozy feeling would leave.. And she wanted just to finally act on it finally. With that, she hustled to get back to the warm bed that awaited her.
Slipping into her bed after discarding her clothes in a timely manner, she felt the softness of the sheets around her nude form fit all around herself. She layed there silently, feeling the warmth beginning to build all around her like a soothing bath. Smiling, she let her body relax and closed her eyes.

She pushed everything else out of her mind and stayed totally still, hoping that the sandman would make quick in his visit, and stem her mind from the thoughts that had been there for days.

Inevitably, the sleep finally flowed over her and her long night was over. Still her mind was not totally at rest even in the grip of her sleep. Once again, the dreams were filled with the man.