Clary felt herself shiver. Hodge's touch stirred something in her, something she desperately wanted. She knew she should be scared, that she might lose herself like others infected with Ravager venom, but how did that even happen? Was it from depriving themselves of the pleasure they so craved? Or from becoming obsessed with it? But Hodge seemed so wise, in his tweed suite, that surely he wouldn't let her fall apart, would he? And the way he was looking at her, the lust in those eyes…
Clary felt herself snap to a decision and reached down, guiding his hand farther up her thigh. "Then help," She whispered, eager and breathless.
The older man needed no further coaxing before slipping his hand up her body and under her too big jeans. Clary hissed as his fingers brushed her skin, feeling like fire. His hand slipped into her wet panties and brushed her mound, covered in soft red curls. Clary moaned, hips bucking on their own.
"I may not look it," Hodge said, slipping a finger into her folds. "But I know how to properly pleasure a women." He rubbed her clitoris, making Clary moan in a lust driven agony. Swiftly Hodge moved so he was kneeling on the floor before her, and began tugging off her pants. "So eager, aren't you?" He whispered, leaning in and pressing his face against her wet mound, breathing her in. "You smell like heaven."
Clary couldn't even formulate a proper response, just reach down and knotted her fingers in his hair. "P-please," She moaned.
Hodge needed no more coaxing. He yanked Clary's panties down, taking a second to admire her, before bending down and licking her thighs, teasing her entrance with a finger.
Clary cried out, hips bucking against him, tugging on his hair. "Don't tease me," She begged weakly.
Hodge glance up at her, looking apologetic. "Of course, I got carried away…" He trailed off. This time when he brought his tongue down it was on her dripping snatch, licking her slit. Clary could hardly take it. Hodge slipped his tongue in her folds, tasting her, sucking her, finger still teasing her hole. At this point Clary was spasming begging him for more. "Are you a virgin, Clary?" Hodge asked, looking up at her.
"Yes," She panted.
"Do you ever… touch yourself?" As he spoke Hodge plunged a finger in her, making Clary cry out.
"Oh god – sometimes."
"Be honest Clarissa," Hodge scolded pulling his finger out of her.
"Yes!" Clary cried. "All the time."
"Good girl." He rewarded her by pumping his finger back inside her, bringing his lips to her clitoris and sucking it. He reached a hand up and pulled out one of her impeccable breasts, squeezing it, teasing her nipple.
Clary cried out, hips thrusting in rhythm with his finger. Hodge adding another finger, only stopping to lick her sopping hole.
"Oh god, Hodge!" Clary moaned. "I – I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum for me Clary," He purred. "Send the demons away,"
Clary tightened her grip on his hair, feeling herself reach the edge, and then it hit her, making her scream out. Her orgasm rocked her body, pussy muscles milking Hodge's fingers and coating them in her delicious cum. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and every time she started to come down Hodge would pump her some more and send her back up again. Finally, panting, soaked her sweat, Clary collapsed against the chair.
Hodge pulled his fingers from her, thickly covered in her juice, and raised them to his lips. "You taste subliminal my dear. Have I helped."
Clary stared at him, at this man old enough to be her father, wrinkled and worn, his hardened cock visible under his pants. She wanted him. Clary reached up and tugged her other breast from her shirt, feeling a vixen's smile grow on her lips.
"I need more."