AN: almost EVERYONE wanted another ClaryxValentine one soooo here!

CHAPTER 9

***CLARY***

When she saw her father's battle gear hit the ground, Clary knew she was in for it. Though, she wasn't exactly sure weather that was good or bad at this point...

Valentine dropped his boxers, effectivly snapping Clary out of her thoughts. Her mouth went dry as he got on the bed. She sat up immediantly, "Wait, stop!"

Valentine raised his eyebrows, "Stop? That's not quite what you were implying a few minutes ago while you were riding my hand"

Clary blushed brightly and turned her head away in shame. Valentine reached out to grab the hem of her over-sized shirt that she had slept in. Clary's small artist hands wrapped around his wrists, futily trying to stop him, "Get away Valentine-"

Valentine's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, "I do not know when the mundanes decided to start adressing their parents by their names, but I, personaly, will not tolerate such disrespect", he growled, "You will call me Father- or better yet, Daddy", he grinned.

Clary swallowed nervously, but couldn't help but get a little wet at the prospect. "Understand?", he murmered in her ear, but his grip on her chin tightened slightly, enough to warn her.

"Y-yes... Daddy", she whimpered.

"Good girl", he captured her lips hotly and then almost ripped her shirt off. His calloused hands enveloped her perky breasts and Clary couldn't help but moan into her father's mouth.

He pushed her so that she was laying down again spread her legs for him to pillage. Clary knew that she should be fighting, screaming, resisting, but she couldn't muster the will power to resist her father anymore.

Valentine suddenly impaled her, drawing a half-scream from the girl. He began to move at a steady pace, much more expirianced than Jace and esspecialy Alec.

Clary mewled with each thrust, gripping his marked biceps hard. Valentine smirked and reached down to play with her clit. Clary's eyes screwed up and she trashed her head on her pillow.

Valentine began to speed up, his breathing becoming laboured. Clary began to moan with each thrust and when he angled his hips slightly she screamed as he hit her sweet spot.

Valentine seemed to take note of this and made sure to hit it with each thrust.

His hips snapped into hers with enough force to rock the bed into the wall. "Do you like that, Clarissa? Like it when your Daddy fucks you into your bed?", he grunted.

Clary nodded frantically, "Yes! Yes, I love it, Daddy!", she cried.

"Good girl. That's what you are, isn't it? Daddy's little girl. His little whore"

Clary was beyond coherent speech at this point and could only moan and gasp.

Valentine grunted loudly and slammed into her a few more times, before giving a gruttle shout and cumming. Clary could only see white as her body spasmed in an earth shattering orgasm.

They both fell to the bed and the last thing Clary saw before she passed out was Valentine kissing her softly on the forehead.

AN: Okay, 2 things: 1; This kind of inspired me to do an actualy fic on Clary/Valentine/ possibly Jonathan, but plot ideas, I have none. If you want to see me do one, PM me or reveiw an idea and I might be able to get something out as a Christmas gift :)

2; next chapter I have plans for a gang bang, who should be in it?