Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ In the Arms of Another ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: In the Arms of Another

Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin…How sad. Anyways, the characters are not mine…Alas I am poor. But the ideas and storyline in this piece are mine.

Author's Notes:

Have you ever been so lonely that you sought solace in the arms of someone you trust?

The next night, Amon thought about Robin's ethereal, untouchable presence. She seemed so angelic, so out of his reach. Her message played through his mind, her soft voice rolling over the words like water over stones.

"Where the rippling waters flow, cast a stone and the truth you'll know. When you have a hold, a need, hearken true and do not plead."

Amon thought about the message, deciphering the meaning. The water flowed within him, if he cast his question deep inside himself, perhaps that is where he would find the answer. The thoughts began to be too much. There was a knock at the door. Amon shook his head and pushed up from the couch. He walked to the door, making his way silently, cat-like. He looked out the eyehole, somewhat surprised to see Miho standing impatiently outside. He opened the door and looked into her eyes.

"Amon, I got Michael to find information on Water Craft users. I didn't tell him why. But the stuff that he found was very interesting," she said.

"Come in."

Amon turned and walked away from the door, Karasuma following closely behind. They walked into the living room; Amon flipped on a lamp and sat down on the sofa. Karasuma sat next to him, her leg brushing his.

Miho handed Amon the folder and watched as he began to read the information on his new found power. He didn't once change the expression on his face; it remained his normal disinterested look.

"You have the potential to become a very strong, Wit-" she said, noticing his shoulders tense up. "Craft user. There are so many powers that come with your ability. Psychism, prophetic dreams, empathy, water control, which we know you have and the empathy, which is why you can read peoples emotions."

Miho fidgeted on the couch, waiting for some kind of response from Amon. After ten minutes she stood up, walked into the kitchen. She returned a few moments later with a bottle of sake and two glasses. She set them on the table, opened the bottle and poured. The amber liquid tumbled from the bottle, splashing into the glass.

"I think I'm having prophetic dreams also," he said.

Karasuma looked at him. She was surprised that so many powers were manifesting in him at once. She looked away, wanting to know what the dream was but afraid to ask.

Amon heard her thoughts and told her about the dream with Robin. He watched the expressions chase across her face as he spoke in his monotone voice. Her eyes filled with wonder, curiosity and surprise. When he was done talking, he looked away, the drink beginning to fill his body. He was on his third glass. She was on her second.

Miho looked at him, he looked back at her. They came together quickly; his arms pulled her to him. His mouth captured hers with ravenous urgency. He felt her body tremble beneath his as his tongue played across her lower lip. He felt her lips part beneath his and Amon's tongue claimed her mouth, aggressively sliding between her parted lips. His tongue made contact with hers, their mouths mated intimately. He heard her soft moans as his hand swept down the front and gently kneaded her aching breasts. Amon felt her hand moving down his chest. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Amon," she whispered.

His mouth forcefully claimed hers when she whispered his name. There tongues mating in a ritualistic dance. He hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse while she yanked at his black shirt, untucking it from his pants. They were both bare chested. He pulled her onto his lap, she felt his hardening member straining to be free. He buried his head in the side of her neck, sucking and biting his way down, until he reached her swollen breasts. He cupped one in his hand and captured the turgid, rose-colored nipple between his lips and suckled.

"Amon," she gasped, her body arching into his hot, wet mouth.

He felt her ground her ass as it ground into his crotch. A growl escaped his throat as she continued to grind against him. His arousal throbbed, growing harder with every movement Miho made. Amon reached under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, his fingers stroking up her cleft. The slick, wet heat radiated into his palm. He pulled his hand away, picked her up, sliding his arms under her legs as she slipped her arms around her neck as he carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her on the rumpled bed, watching her heaving breasts. He slipped out of his pants and briefs; her eyes widening at his size. She immediately knelt before him, taking him in her mouth. He felt her tongue slide deliciously up and down his rigid shaft as she pumped him with her hands. She took him, sucking his pulsing organ deep into her mouth, until he growled in appreciation. He reached down and pulled her up him, their bodies sliding together, his hair tickling her chest.

Amon's broad shouldered, hard body seemed to take up the whole room. He pushed Miho down on the bed, shoving her legs apart at the same time. He watched her eyes dilate with pleasure at his roughness. He bent down and feasted on her ripe breasts, listening to her whimpers as he bit and sucked. He licked his way down, until he reached her steaming core. He pushed her panties to the side, and gave one hot lick straight up.

"Oh! Amon!" she puffed.

His tongue swirled around her licking her bud. He slipped two fingers into her soft flesh, moved his fingers languidly. Her breathing became erratic. He could tell she was close. He began to suck her earnestly, feeling the tidal wave that was about to be unleashed. Just when she was about to come, he pulled away.

Amon slid his body up hers, until his hard, thick member was pressing against her core. Her buried his head into the side of her neck and plunged deep into her molten center. He pounded ruthlessly into her hot flesh, listening to her gasps of pleasure. She met his thrusts with wild abandon, her moans growing louder and louder. She arched her body against his. He felt her warmth begin to milk his hard cock. He lifted her leg so she could accommodate more of him. His tempo increased and he moved deep within her.

He moved his hand down between her legs until his fingers lightly brushed across her hot button. She cried out in pleasure, he could feel her release building. Then she came, hard. Her vagina spassmed around his cock, pulling it deeper, immersing it into the depths her of pleasure. She screamed his name. He moved frantically within her until he reached that final moment of ecstasy and exploded within her.

"Robin," he muttered.

Amon slumped over Miho, feeling her stiffen against him. He looked down into her shocked eyes and rolled off her.

She got up from the bed and hurriedly looked for her clothes, needing to leave before the tears came. She was kneeling on the floor when a hand reached down and pulled her up. Amon had slipped his pants on. He looked into her eyes, her thoughts cluttering around in his head. He handed Miho her blouse. Amon wasn't quite sure what to say. What had passed between them never should have happened. He knew it and hoped she did. She grabbed her blouse, slipped it on and hurried out the door.

Amon watched the door slam close. He looked around his apartment, her bra still lying on the couch. He sighed.

"Fuck."

The clock changed at the same moment there was a knock at the door. Amon walked to the door and opened it immediately.

"Miho, I-" he said then abruptly stopped.

Amon found himself looking into the wide, green eyes of an older, more physically developed & beautiful Robin Sena.