Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ Subjective Punishment ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11: Subjective Punishment

Her eyes fluttered open and a bright light shown with blinding intensity. Unfamiliar faces were looking at her. She tried to speak but her voice was weak and hoarse. The pain wracking her body was so acute; it felt as though every individual nerve was being scraped over a knife.

"Robin, it's okay. This is Dr. Adachi. I'm Nurse Hanari. We're here to help you."

"Amon," Robin croaked.

"Everything is going to be all right; soon you won't feel a thing," Nurse Hanari said, her voice soothing and calm. "I want you to close your eyes and count to one hundred."

Robin felt the anesthesia being injected into her arm; she could feel the frigid ice of the medication and the bitter taste of metal on her tongue. She closed her eyes and counted, "One, two, three…"

She was invisible and she felt so alone. The hospital hallway was dimly lit and images of people flickered in and out. The lights led in only one direction. She looked down and saw that she was dressed in a black shirt, Amon's shirt, it reached down to mid-thigh, seeming to engulf her body. Her feet were bare and the floor was cold against them. She touched her right side, an intense pain radiated through her and she gasped. Her hair was down, the blonde locks falling across her face. Robin looked around the silence of the hall was pervasive. She turned around and glanced through the swinging doors.

Robin watched the doctors, their images fading in and out, as the worked on some poor girl. The girl was so pale and looked so small. Dr. Adachi moved to one side and Robin watched, somewhat stunned, as the doctor dug into her side. She watched herself being operated on. Robin reached up, one hand pressed against the door, she tried to reach out but the images faded and she was gone.

The room was empty now. Robin turned away and stood still. She took a tentative step forward, unsure of where she was supposed to go. She looked up, the fluorescent lighting beckoned her. The only sound was her bare feet tapping against the cold, sterile tile of the hospital floor as she made her way down the hall. An eerie light seemed to flicker at the end and a dark figure was illuminated by the light. It was a man, his face was shadowed but Robin knew who it was. He could have been standing in the dark and she could have been blind but she would always feel his presence. She would always know Amon.

Another image flashed, just for a moment, but in that instant she saw another figure, a woman, her hand clasped in Amon's. It was Miho. They moved silently, Amon pulling her along. Robin watched warily as he walked away from her and turned the corner. She followed. The light became dimmer and an illusory voice echoed across the hall. The voice was faint at first but the closer she got to where Amon was the more distinct it became.

Robin recognized her mother's voice as it whispered across the room. A slight breeze seemed to stir in the air and Robin felt chills run up her arms and legs. When she turned the corner, a spotlight seemed to be placed on a door. The voice was louder now and the words could be made out. They were familiar; they were from another dream, another time and place.

"Powers kindled in the dark,
Shadow and flame listen I hark.
Hear me now a flame of old,
Water is stronger by three times fold.
The man in black, once a seed,
His powers now you must heed.
The time will come when he must choose,
Life and love you both will lose."

Robin listened carefully. The words resonating through her body, her mother's voice was melodious as she sang the warning.

"Fire witch, so full of choice,

Notice now and find your voice.

Hear me now flame of old,

Water wasstronger by three times fold.

The man in black, once a friend,

He'llbetray your trust until the end.

The time had come for him to choose,

Anger and pain are his excuse."

Robin wasn't quite sure what to think. She had always been somewhat wary of Amon and she never really knew if it was a good idea to place her trust in him; but she did. He had proven himself time and again and although he could be rude, obstinate and gruff he'd always been there for her, even if he didn't want to be. She trusted his heart, even if he didn't trust anyone, not even himself.

The song stopped. All was quiet. She was drawn to the door, not understanding what it was that she was supposed to do. She reached for the doorknob, her arm outstretched, her hand trembling slightly. Her fingers touched to cool metal of the knob, her hand grasped the round object and turned slowly. The door slowly crept open. At first it seemed like nothing was there. It was like the rest of the hospital…empty. She looked harder trying to see anything. Slowly the room came into focus, a lone flickering light bulb cast a harsh glow onto a room filled with cleaning supplies, brooms, buckets and mops there was an empty wall on the left. Two people came into focus.

Authors Note: This is where the sex scene starts, if you don't want to read it then you can skip to the last paragraph.

Amon had backed Miho up against the stone, he had one hand on her waist and the other was outstretched next to her, trapping her between him and the wall. He bent down, his hair brushing across his cheek. The kiss he gave her was light, almost feathery then something inside him snapped. He claimed her mouth with hungry urgency. His tongue played across her lips then delved deep into her mouth. She met his tongue with her own clawing at his shirt for support. Amon slid his hand up to her breast. His hand cupped her sweetly curved mounds and his finger played across her nipple until it was taut and swollen.

Miho moaned low in her throat as Amon bent to take her breast in his mouth. He tongued her nipple through the soft fabric of her shirt, sucking hard and pulling with his teeth. Amon pulled back and looked at Karasuma.

"Do you want this? It changes nothing," he said as he ground his erection against her throbbing mound. "I can't give you what you want."

"Oh my god," she cried, when she felt his throbbing cock pulse against her. "I know and I don't care. If this is all I can have, I'll take it."

Amon reached down and pulled her skirt up her legs, rubbing her nipples through her shirt. His hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers sliding across her wet folds.

"God," he said. "You're so wet."

She gasped as his fingers pushed inside her molten center. She pulled her shirt up and with his other hand, Amon pulled at her bra until her breasts were spilling over the cups. He bent down and captured an engorged nipple in his mouth. He laved his tongue over the turgid bud, tugging and pulling. Miho arched against him crying out with pleasure. Amon captured her mouth drowning her cry with his lips.

His thumb slid over her sensitive bud, while two fingers thrust into her depths. Her soft flesh grabbed his fingers pulling them deeper.

"Oh god, I'm going to come," she cried.

She convulsed around his hand her body becoming weak as she fell against him. Amon caught her in his arms. He reached down and unzipped his pants, his hard cock springing forth. Miho went to her knees but before she could take him in her mouth, he pulled her up.

"Later," he said. "I want to fuck you now."

Amon lifted her up and pushed her against the wall. Miho wrapped her legs around him as he impaled her onto his straining shaft. His thick cock stretched her almost to the point of pain. She could almost feel his hot flesh pressing against her cervix.

"Oh!" she hissed, "That feels so good."

She moved her hips, gyrating against him in slow insistent circles. He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic thrust. She was so wet and so tight. She clenched her inner muscles, pulling his cock deeper.

"Harder," she said.

He looked into her eyes, knowing this wasn't really what he wanted, knowing that it wasn't right. She clenched down, harder. He succumbed; after all he was only human. Amon thrust up into her, pounding against her hot flesh. Her breath was coming in small pants; her face was buried into his neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh.

"I'm going to come again," she whispered in his ear. "Oh, oh, oh god!

She came wildly, explosively and hard. She gasped and arched against him, the orgasm so intense she immediately went limp, almost passing out from the intensity.

He pulled out and she immediately went to her knees. She took his think rod into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him. She sucked him deep into her throat. He fucked her mouth hard.

"I'm going to come," he said.

He pulled out of her mouth and jerked his hand up and down the swollen length of his hard member. He tensed and came in long spurts all over her breasts.

Robin eyes snapped open; she was lying in her hospital room, alone. A single tear ran down her cheek.