Author's Note: One last chapter for our Christmas upload and I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to enjoy writing this one. I'll be honest, the pairing doesn't exactly excite me in the way that other's do. But It's an important chapter and I know some people will want to read it. So, if you like please do let me know. I'd appreciate feedback with the chapter more than any other.
Chapter 5: To Claim a Mentor
"What part of all that gave you the impression I wanted to be followed?" Haymitch growled sliding back into a chair and pouring himself a drink as Katniss stood, unsure of herself in the doorway. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her and stormed over to his desk, grabbing the glass before he could and shattering it in the bin, watching as Haymitch sighed angrily, "You really aren't helping yourself..."
"Well, you're not helping us. I don't care if you think we are dead already. You need to at least give us a chance," Katniss snapped, trying desperately to sway a man haunted by years of many dead Tributes. Each year ticked by and two more joined the pile, all with him fruitlessly endeavoring to do his best to aid them until he just couldn't bring himself to try again. Not this time.
"Every Tribute thinks that they are going to somehow win. Even the twelve-year-olds who have never killed a squirrel think that somehow, they will come out on top. Because in their minds, they think they can outsmart everyone else. Thinking you have a chance will get you killed the moment you step into that arena," Haymitch snarled, begrudgingly pulling another glass out of a drawer and pouring himself another snifter of whisky, eagerly eyeing the rich glossy brown liquid only to have it wrenched away again.
"There. A piece of advice, finally. Something that might be somewhat useful. Can't you just drag yourself away from the liquor long enough to get us into that arena with a fighting chance," Katniss pleaded, shattering yet another glass, causing Haymitch to smirk before rising up to his feet,
"I have to win this. And I will do anything to win this thing, with or without you on my side."
"Then I choose without. If it's all the same to you?" Haymitch smiled, withdrawing the last and final glass from the drawer and pouring himself another glass, much to Katniss's dismay. Sighing, she turned around and walked to the door, lifting her hand up to the lock and twisting it closed, ensuring there would be no interruptions. Confused, Haymitch ignored his glass of whisky and turned to look at her as she stood frozen, facing the doorway, trying to muster the courage within herself to do what needed to be done.
"I'd hoped I wouldn't have to do this. To anyone... But if it's necessary," Katniss sighed, her hands fighting, unsure of themselves as her heart began to race. Unable to move, she calmed herself, a single solitary thought entering her mind. Prim. She needed to win. She needed to win so that she could come home to her sister. To her mother. Her family. And if that meant doing depraved and demeaning things then that would have to be the case. Bowing her head, she let Prim enter her mind, her soft round face and beaming smile giving her the confidence to lift her fingers up to the bottom of her blouse, gently grip the fabric and lift it up over her head, her back revealed to Haymitch whose eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Had he been somewhat sober, he might have protested, but not the whisky was speaking for him. And he liked it
"Ooo... No bra..." Haymitch smirked instinctively, getting a stern disapproving gaze from Katniss before she hooked her fingers inside both her trousers and panties, loosening them before sliding them swiftly down and of her legs, leaving her naked in front of Haymitch, her arse perfectly on display in front of him as gently sipped at his drink. Mustering another bout of courage, Katniss turned swiftly around allowed Haymitch to see her front, his eyes widening as he ogled her plump breasts and freshly neat shaven pussy, "Shaven? Girls from twelve have changed..."
With that, Katniss stormed forwards, lifting her hand and sharply slapping his face, yanking his drink away and setting it down beside him, furious that she was being objectified in such a blatant and flagrant way, "How dare you. I'm trying to win this competition and you're here talking about my cunt?"
"You are the one who stripped?" Haymitch argued leaning forwards and eyeing up her breasts, biting her lip as they jiggled deliciously in front of his face, leaning forwards he took one of them into his hand squeezing them softly, taking Katniss by surprise as her eyes flared once again, "Are these real?"
"Can you take this seriously?" Katniss asked, slapping him yet again, causing him to reel backward, letting go of her breast and flexing his hands around the arms of his chair, grimacing as his face stung. She had a decent swing on her. Shame she couldn't woo a dog in heat.
"There! There is where you are all wrong. You're naked, obviously trying to bring me to your side with sexual promiscuity, but failing miserably. You're trying to woo me, but I've seen more sexual tension in a Peacekeeper interrogation," Haymitch berated, leaning forwards, his mentor mentality kicking as he stared her down, for the briefest of moments his drunken mind slipped away.
"What's that got to do with anything? I can be sexy," Katniss defended herself, folding her arms as she closed herself off to him, growing defensive with the notion that she wasn't sexy. She gestured down at her body as if to say that her looks were enough to constitute sexual attraction.
"It's got to do with everything. It's all a show. You can be a cold hard killer on the outside, but if you ain't got charisma, if you can't act and play the part, the Game Makers will off you for being boring," Haymitch replied, receiving a stern and confused look from Katniss. Sighing, he leaned forwards, clarifying his statement, gesturing towards her naked form, "You can have all the natural assets you want, but if you are waving yourself around like wet rag, you aren't going to be winning many points? Be sexy, even if you feel silly or feel like you are going to explode from embarrassment. Play the game."
Breathing heavily, Katniss picked up on his meaning, but was hesitant to act upon it, until something crossed her mind. She wanted a mentor. And he was mentoring. The principle was sound and as demeaning as it was, she needed him on her side. After all. This was here intention when she entered his quarters. Slowly and clumsily, she started to sway her hips back and forth, her face stern and unmoving as she did so, her arms still folded across her chest, Haymitch smiling and nodding, "Good... It's a good start. Move those hands. And smile."
Begrudgingly, she put on a fake beaming smile, trying her best to imitate the promiscuous sultry smiles of the street- corner whores that strutted around the Hob always seeming sexy in a bizarre way. Unfolding her arms, she wasn't sure what to do with her hands, gently sliding them up and down her belly and waist, running them along her thighs as she turned around, shaking her bum, her hands sliding down to her cheeks and subtly pulling them apart before letting them bounce back into place. Feeling like a fool, she turned back around and saw Haymitch intimately staring at her, not in a sexy lustful way, but in a critical way, his eyes analysing every movement she made. Taking the plunge, she leant forwards and pressed her breasts together, gently shaking them in his face as a smirk came to his lips. Halting her dancing, she stood there, awaiting instruction.
"Not bad. A little clumsy, but I can work with that... I suppose I should just be lucky it was you who came to try and convince me and not the other one," Haymitch muttered, talking to himself as he rose to his feet, his hands reaching out and grasping her breasts, not in pleasuring way, but as if to inspect them, his fingers running her nipples back and forth between them, causing her to moan. Biting her lip, she received a look from Haymitch as he then travelled around to her bum, crouching down and peeling her cheeks apart, eyeing up the tight, winking hole they hid away. Letting her cheeks clap back into place, he returned to her front, dropping his fingers down to her pussy and spreading her lips apart, sinking a finger inside her and judging the response he got, "A little advice, if a man slips a finger inside you he's expecting it to be the most pleasurable thing you've ever seen. Men can be like that. It might actually do you well to play to that."
"Oh... fuck me... That's massive. Oh my god... More baby... Yeah... fuck me with that big finger of yours," Katniss said, overacting and receiving a bizarre grimace from Haymitch as he slid back down into his seat. Looking at him as if to complain about the fact that that was what he told her to do, Katniss folded her arms again.
"Some men might really like that. Those with half a brain cell will realise that, yeah, you're having them on. Subtly. Subtly with certainty. Go on..." Haymitch advised, leaning back into the chair and gesturing for Katniss to continue. Confused, she didn't know what to do, standing there nervously waiting for instructions as Haymitch stared at her,
"Come on. You were the one who strutted in here and got naked. What were you going to do next?"
"I hadn't really though that far ahead to be honest," Katniss confessed blushing slightly, every instinct in her body telling her to put her hands over her privates. She had walked into the room knowing that she needed to get Haymitch on her side and had the vague idea of wooing him sexually, but had no actual idea of what to do. Her experience with Gale was always meaningful. They experimented as friends and it all came naturally. But this was a foreign environment and Katniss had no idea.
"Improvise then..." Haymitch smirked, reclining into his chair as Katniss stood there. Finding the courage, she walked forwards and slowly sank down onto her knees in between his legs, deciding that mimicking Effie's treatments on Peeta couldn't hurt. Reaching forwards, every logical bone in her body tried to stop her as she hooked her fingers inside his trousers and unbuttoned them, slowly peeling the fabric away and pulling them down his legs. Wearing only a pair of boxers beneath, Haymitch was practically on show, his cock already hard, pressing against the fabric of his underwear. He had become hard as soon as she started stripping, but his desire to get pleasure was briefly dwarfed by his desire to impart a lesson.
Tugging his boxers downwards, Katniss watched his cock spring free, bouncing against his belly as it throbbed and seemed to pulsate. It was eight inches long, two inches shorter than Gale's, but it still looked large enough for her. Reaching forwards, she briefly stopped herself, before forcing herself to take a hold of his cock, simply holding it in her hand as she tried to find the courage to suck him off. Haymitch silently moaned as her hand touched his cock, her calloused and roughened District 12 hands sending a burst of pleasure through his body. Slowly, but surely, she found the courage and began to jerk his cock back and forth, her hand sliding up and down, stroking him slowly, but steadily and eliciting the first audible moan of pleasure from Haymitch's lips.
Spurred on by his soft moan, Katniss continued to jerk him off, finding a steady and pleasurable rhythm that filled the room with moans and the gentle slapping sound of her admittedly dry handjob. Haymitch didn't particularly care. It was more than any other woman had done in a fair while. His tip began to leak pre-cum rapidly, the throbbing purplish flesh becoming glossy and slick with the substance, Katniss lifting her thumb to the sensitive bulbous tip and gently apply pleasurable pressure that caused Haymitch to breathe heavily. Her movements were a little clumsy, but pretty good, Haymitch's main problem was the fact she was sitting there like a statue her hand moving up and down his cock, but her body simply staying still. Before he could part his lips, she caught on and sighed.
Putting a sultry smile on, she reached her other hand up to her breast, gently squeezing and toying with it, arching her back so as to push her chest further forwards. As her hand slid up and down Haymitch's shaft, her hand found her nipple, gently rolling and tweaking it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, overexaggerating her moan, but not so much as to be unbelievable. Biting her lip, she slowly lowered her hand down her belly, her fingers drawing Haymitch's gaze downwards towards her pussy, her fingers dancing closer and closer to her hole. Just as her fingers grazed her slit, she leant forwards hiding her quim away from his gaze and leaning towards his cock, her lips lingering dangerously close to his shaft.
Pressing her lips softly against his tip, she received a deep and throaty groan, Haymitch sinking deeper into his chair as she continued to jerk her hand back and forth. Keeping her lips pressed snugly against his head, she pushed her tongue out and let it dance across the purplish flesh, making sure she covered his entire tip with her tongue, eagerly lapping at every sensitive portion she could. Curling her tongue around the edge of his tip, she ran it along the most sensitive area, causing Haymitch to clench his fists and bite his tongue, on the verge of begging for her to part her lips and take him into her mouth. Teasing him a little more, she flicked her tongue across the slit in the tip of his cock, claiming the pre-cum before it had a chance to dribble downwards and cover the head of his cock. Replacing the thin layer of pre-cum with saliva, Katniss finally brought her tongue back between her lips, planting another soft kiss on his tip before parting her lips once more and slipping them downwards.
Enveloping the head of his cock in her mouth, she sandwiched her lips tightly around his head, hollowing her cheeks and gently suckling on the sensitive flesh, causing him to moan loudly, pre-cum pouring across her tongue as she continued to let the slick muscle dart back and forth across his cock. Dribbling a small amount of saliva down his cock, she used her hand to work it along his shaft, lubing his cock to a delicious shimmer, making the next part all the easier. Slowly, but surely, she adjusted the angle of her head and began to slide her lips along his shaft, taking several inches slowly into her mouth, lovingly dragging her lips down his cock, her tongue constantly weaving and circling around his shaft, adding to the pleasure.
Reaching the halfway mark of his cock, she felt his tip push and prod against the back of her throat, causing her to gag. In an attempt to impress and win her prospective mentor over, Katniss bobbed her head up and down a few times before swallowing as the tip collided with the back of her throat. The tip slipped into her throat, the muscles tightening and spasming as his cock invaded the depths of the young girl's tight, little throat. Gagging and spluttering, Katniss spewed a mouthful of saliva down and along his cock, her hand moving quickly to jerk his shaft back and forth, lubing it to a sloppy finish as her throat adjusted to the thick, throbbing intruder.
Breathing through her nose, Katniss slid another inch into her throat, her mouth trying to force the cock outwards as her throat spasmed and clenched. Determined not to give up, she continued downwards until her lips were pressed snugly against the base of his cock, her nose buried in the untamed pubic hair of his crotch, her throat clutching around his cock as she gagged wildly. Haymitch dropped his hand instinctively down to her head, resting his palm on the back of her head as if to guide and help her. Reaching upwards, Katniss batted his hand away, glaring at him as if to say no. Looking down at her judgementally, Haymitch caused her to sigh, her hand taking his hand and bringing it downwards, past her head and onto her breasts, comprising with the man as he moaned loudly, her tight throat a sumptuous treat he did not expect to savor.
Calming herself, Katniss slowly drew her lips back along his shaft, her throat thanking her as the tip of her cock pulled itself out of her throat. Bobbing her head up and down the first four inches, Katniss quickly plucked the tip of her cock out of her mouth, breathing wildly as she did so. Her hand quickly began to jerk his cock rapidly as she lowered her position, arching her back and wrapping her lips around his heavy balls, taking each one into her mouth whilst her hand sped up and down his cock. Rolling each sensitive ball around in her mouth, she made sure to leave his sack glossy and shimmering, identically to his sloppy wet cock. Satisfied with herself, she continued to jerk him for a few seconds before rising her feet.
Spitting into her hand, she reached behind herself and gently massaged her arse, lubricating her back entrance as she straddled Haymitch, his cock sandwiched between his stomach and shaven pussy. Keeping that sultry smile on her lips, she watched as he tried to speak. Lifting a finger to his lips, she swiftly silenced him, lifting her hips and taking a hold of his cock. Sliding the tip along her folds, she took a few inches back and rested the tip of his throbbing shaft against her arsehole. Surprised with her choice of entrance, Haymitch couldn't comment in time as his voice was stolen by a wave of pleasure brimming through his cock.
Sinking herself downwards, she moaned as the tip of his cock breached her arse hole, prying her bum apart and lodging itself firmly inside her. Holding herself there for a moment, she adjusted to the intrusion, her hole taking a second to loosen. Effie's diligent attention during their encounter prepared her as her arse was still a little looser and a little slicker, but even then, Katniss needed to take a moment to steady herself. Slowly, but surely, she eased herself down, inch after inch plunging itself into her bum, stretching her and filling her to the brim with thick, delicious cock. Her saliva made the initial entrance all the slicker, her bum practically peeling itself apart to accommodate the thick, bulbous length. After a minute, she finally slid herself all the way down, her crotch pressing snugly against his, her bum planted firmly on her legs, her arse stretching tightly around the base of his cock.
Moaning in tandem, Katniss kept her eyes rolled closed, her lips slightly parted as she gyrated the soft fleshy cheeks of her arse against Haymitch's crotch. Reaching down, she grabbed his hands and planted them on her hips, before leaning down and steadying herself on his chest, gently grinding her bum against him. As Haymitch let out a soft groan, she began to lift herself, slowly at first. Lifting her bum upwards, she slid half his cock out before easing back down. Bouncing a few times in quick succession, she then returned to her slow and sensual grinding before bouncing a few times again. Switching between the two, she built up a rhythm, Haymitch moaning constantly as his hands explored her young nubile body, groping and pulling at her breasts, squeezing and playfully smacking her plump, bouncing arse cheeks, all while she bounced gently up on his cock.
Pushing him backward, she pulled his hands away from her body, steadying herself before her next move. Lifting her arse up so that just the tip remained inside her, she slammed her hips down, her arse having accumulated to the thick intruder splitting apart easily and accommodating the shaft with ease. Before Haymitch even had time to moan, she lifted her hips again, slamming down one more, her bum colliding with his legs, the echoing sound of her cheeks slapping filled the room. Moaning softly, she built a quick, hard momentum, hammering his cock in and out of her bum, pleasure filling her body. Pleasure that she ignored, opting instead to focus on making him cum, making him come around to her plight and actually act like a mentor.
Pulling her hips up of his cock, she let his tip slip out of her bum as she clambered off of him. Spreading his legs, she turned around so that her bum was pointed towards him. Taking his cock in her hand, she returned it to her tight hole, hunching over slightly as she bounced her arse up and down, giving Haymitch a gloriously delicious view of her arsehole peeling apart and flexing around his cock as she
moved. Pawing eagerly and drunkenly at her arse, he admired just how round and full it was, massaging and playing with it as she fucked herself on it. Keeping her legs pressed tightly together, pushing her bum further out as a result, Katniss hoped that he was going to cum soon, her arse tiring ever so slightly with the constant pounding.
Luckily for her, he was on the verge, his cock tingling inside her bum. Slamming herself down onto his shaft, impaling herself again and again, she finally felt him cum hard. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her downwards and holding her three as the tip of his cock twitched wildly inside her. Strands of cum spurted deep into her arse, filling her to the brim as she milked his cock entirely dry, every last dribble cum leaking into her arse, his cock rapidly softening as she slowly pulled herself up. Standing up, she turned around to face him, cocking her hips and dropping her sultry smile.
"That sexy enough for you?" She seethed bitterly, walking straight towards the door, collecting her clothing as she went. Opening the door, she turned and looked at him, almost crucifying him with her eyes as she said, "Can I count on you to actually do your job? Mentor?"
Still breathless and recuperating, Haymitch nodded, her tenacity and ability turning his head. She might have the drive to be able to pull this off. Smirking as she left through the door, Haymitch watched her turn towards her quarters and disappear. And for the briefest most fleeting of moments, he felt something stir within him. Hope.
Author's Note: I really enjoyed the chapter if I'm honest. I wasn't thrilled about the pairing, but it was a lot of fun to write. Having characters that aren't just passionate about wanting to fuck each other and actual have an interaction beyond pure and simple lust was quite fun if I'm honest. Most stories just have pairings that fuck simply because they want to fuck. It's a nice change of pace to have a little character in there.
Let me know what you think either way. Feedback about this chapter would be very much appreciated if I'm honest. Would love to know the general consensus on it all.
I full intend to continue this story into the new year. Having to wait two years for an update is ludicrous (I'm sorry again!) and if you are a fan that has lasted this long, I think you deserve some more! But that is the new year! I will be taking a break (a few weeks, I promise!)
And here is to a brand spanking new year of smut and high quality sexy times with our favourite characters!