Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ If he only KNEW... ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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

Morning sun was just breaking over the skyline of Tokyo. It red and orange shone off the tall buildings, making everything sparkle in the awakening day. Even the birds on the tops of the skyscrapers seemed to really enjoy the day that was coming.

Amon and Robin were standing watch, a man down on the ground near them. The man had trails of smoke wafting up from his body, two bullet holes ripped in his lower torso. The witch had been caught.

Robin had been awakened by her communicator constant beeping less than ninety minutes passed, Amon had located the witch in a depressed area of town only a mile or so from the girl’s apartment. He had hastily assembled the team of Haruto himself and her and headed out to do the hunt in the very early hours before sun up. By the man laying prone on the dew wet asphalt of a back alley, it had been a good decision on the man’s part.

The tall hunter looked over at his young partner, with almost a hint of a smile on his unshaven face.
“ You did well.” He said, conceding his acceptance of her work.

Robin smiled, knowing the man’s praises were few and far between. She looked at his with heavy eyelids and bowed. He just snuffed and turned, as he was waiting for the truck to come and collect up the witch. The praise moment was gone.

Robin leaned up against the wall of one of the buildings and sighed. She was tired, beyond tired. She now thought the walk had been not a good idea, but she just sighed and let it go. She also had thought of asking the man if he had been out driving late last night, she was still thinking in some degree that it was the man’s car she had seem. She just thought better of it, knowing that if it was not, it would be a strange question. She might also have to explain why she could not sleep. Embarrassed with why she could not sleep, she just could not explain why, especially to him.

With the arrival of the huge steel truck, it signaled the STN members could finally leave the scene Haruto went to his bike, slapping on his helmet the instant he could reach it.
“ We can go home?” The lad said, a hopeful tone calling out.
“ No.” Gruffly replied Amon loudly, staring at the youth. “ We still have many on our hunt list, we should clear some of it.”

Haruto just shook his head a little and hopped on his motorcycle, the words of the man had not overjoyed him in any way. He revved the engin to life and sped off down the street, obviously unhappy on this bright morning.

Robin groaned deeply. She was hoping to return to her bed for a little more shut eye, but that hope had fizzled like a candle in a hurricane. She stood up from where she leaned and headed to the man’s car for the long ride into headquarters to get started on the next target that had.

In the offices, the mood of the man became rougher. He pushed for everyone to gather up the intelligence on the witch as quickly as they could. He gathered every piece of information as it came in, then went to read it in a far off corner of the room as he waited for the next batch to come.

Robin was searching the personal records on line, seeing if there was any clues to the new witch’s whereabouts. Amon thought she was being slow, and made sure that she knew his displeasure first hand. She kept her tongue, but she felt very angered at his shortness with them all, as she hurried to comply with the man’s requests.

He seemed to be more brooding than normal this morning, as she made sure that he said very little to each member of the team. Dojima came to gather up what the girl had gotten of the data site.
“ He’s being such an ass.” She said with a whispered spat.” I was sound asleep, then he phoned me to come in.”
“ We do have many witches on our list.” Said the girl, trying to calmly explain why she felt the man was like this.
“ He doesn’t have to be a prick about it.” Dojima replied, without a second of thought.

Robin did not say, especially with the venom that the blond girl was exhibiting, but she did feel the same way. Her amorous thoughts of the man had finally went away, her anger made sure of that. Disgruntled, she just kept on working, keeping it all inside.

Later on in the day, they were told to stop. Amon seemed to be softening a little, and told the others to just hang around until dark to do the hunt. He then turned and left without a word, not even trying to apologize for his rough treatment.

Each STN member went off to do other things, seemingly glad that the man had left them alone for awhile. The mood had become a little more relaxed that it had after the operation this morning.

Dojima and Karasuma left to get some take out food for everyone, everyone had not had a bite to eat all day. Michael stayed at his desk, probing the background of the with they were collecting on.

Robin went off to have some quiet time somewhere in the building. Tired and mentally stressed, she just looked for some quiet spot to sit until the food was brought back.

She went to a storage area, just a floor down from the main office. She knew where Michael came to hide, when he needed a nap or something. He had folded a couple of blankets on the floor, between some free standing shelves as a makeshift napping area. This spot appealed to her, and she decided that it was a good place for the quiet she wanted.

She layed herself down and sighed almost a purr. Being horizontal, even for awhile, felt so nice. Tucking a rolled up blanket under her head, she just let herself lay back and everything relax.

Her mind soon had wandered once more, as she lightly dozed. When she awoke, she felt the now familiar urge calling her, her mind swimming with the images of Amon in all of his glory. She could feel her private place twitching rapidly, calling her to do something about it... and fast. She tried but could not make it go away.

Hoisting up her skirt, her hand felt the soaked fabric of her panties’s crotch, sending shocks through her body. She groaned, as the ache had became unbearable. She suddenly found herself with her hand down the waistband and her fingers going through her private bush, straight to her sex.

Finding the nub of her clitoris hiding just outside the hair, which was erect and throbbing, a singe touch from one of her searching digits made her shiver. She began to rub the nub with a circular motion, causing her to gasp and go faster.

She hurriedly pulled down the underwear to just below her knees and moved the dress up higher, her needs outweighing anything right then. With her knees spread far open, her hand began it’s work.

It rubbed the clitoris with abandon, making her hips hump against the attack of her own hand all by themselves. She closed her eyes and imagined it was the man with his fingers, rubbing her swollen sex with excitement, touching her silky smooth labia lips and making her swoon. Each touch, making her ache for more, and ache for him to be the one doing it.

Her hand then traveled down, and she inserted two fingers into herself deeply. She gasped, as her inner walls griped around her fingers, her juices hot and dripping over them as they slipped in. She pumped them into herself, each time finding that sensation building. She gasped, as the need she had felt now was consuming her.

Her face began to be sweat streaked, all she could see in her mind was the man, his maleness slamming into her. Her fingered mimicked what she saw in her mind, plowing faster and faster into her. She continued, her fingers reaching as fare as they could, the palm of the hand exciting her outer lips as it rubbed up against them.

Soon, she felt the tremble starting inside of her, her hole vibrated wildly as it was about ready to explode. With her other hand, she reached down touched the nob just over where her first hand worked, she began to rub the nob vigorously and the explosion that was just sitting there was almost instant.
Waves of her orgasm blasted through her. She arched her hips upwards, her fingers being slammed in to the very depths of her, bringing every ounce of the orgasm out. She cried out Amon’s name in reflex, her body convulsing with the sheer power of her climax. She shook, unable to breath for a second as it rocked her. She pumped her hand again, and a second orgasm flew out of her. This one shot hot juices over her hand and it dripped with great amount on to her bared ass. She kept going, and four more crashed through her, each one stronger than the last on had been.

Finally done, she layed there for a moment, as a small smile crossed her face. How could something this great, be so bad, She thought. She pulled her fingers from her, and felt the sad little twitch her little cunny felt. How could this be bad, she thought to herself once again.

Suddenly, she heard the heavy trod of boots in the hallway outside the storage room.. She pulled off her panties and wiped herself off hurriedly, as the boots stopped right at the door. She stuffed the panties between her legs, beside her still tingling puss and closed her legs on then. Throwing the skirt over her legs so to conceal herself, she hoped that whoever came in, would not be able to smell her juices... she could. She blushed, shame and embarrassment flooded her.

The door opened and Amon’s voice called out.
“ If your laying down in here... the food is here.” He said,.his voice seemingly different in some way.
“ I will be right there. She replied, happy that the man had not ventured in to the room to get her.

She heard him walk off, seemingly faster than normal. She stood up and retrieved her panties from inside her legs. Tucking them in the pocket in the dress itself, she hurried to go to the main room. She hoped that the man had not figured out what she had been doing. She did not quite understand what she had been doing either, but it made her feel much more relaxed though.

Making a beeline to the bathroom before going up, she wanted to wash, to get any hint of what she was doing away. Strangely, she was not as embarrassed as she was the first time, she realized, but she still wanted no one to know.