A Song of Milfs and Trouble Chapter 8 (Patreon)

“Just like that, Daemon, just like...fuck!” Lynesse cried, her thighs trembling around his head, as he drove her mad.

Daemon’s skilled tongue flicked over her clit, drawing a loud, sharp moan from her plump lips. He moved lower again, lapping up the tangy nectar she was leaking in abundance. He knew she was getting close; had been for a solid couple minutes, in fact, but he was in no rush. Lyneese liked to be teased.

“More, please!” she whimpered. “Please, baby, I’m so close!”

Daemon cocked an eyebrow and considered it, eventually deciding that he could torture her properly later.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he chuckled, wrapping his lips around her swollen, throbbing clit and sucking gently on the sensitive nub. He swirled his tongue around it just a couple times before her orgasm hit her hard.

“FUCK!” Lynesse screamed, shaking and writhing on the bed as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Daemon had done this so many times now that he knew instinctively how to draw out her orgasm for as long as possible without overdoing it. He stayed there, his face buried between her soft, warm thighs, for several moments, doing all that he could to keep her climax going. When it finally ended, he pressed his lips just above her sex and started kissing his way up, fully intending to bury himself inside her once he reached her lips, only for the sound of the garage door to stop him in his tracks.

“What the fuck?” Lynesse hissed, immediately sitting up and reaching for her phone. “He didn’t text me.”

“Why’s he even home?” Daemon grumbled, putting on his shirt. He was glad that he hadn’t undressed fully.

“He always texts me when he’s on his way home,” Lynesse said, scrambling to get dressed. “You need to go quickly.”

“You think he suspects something?” Daemon asked.

“I have no idea,” Lynesse replied. “I just know this is weird, and with my divorce scheduled for next week, I don’t need anything fucking things up. I’ll text you later.”

Lynesse left to go distract Jorah, just like last time, and Daemon waited. He heard a deep voice coming from downstairs, and while the man didn’t sound as upset as he imagined that one would if you came home suspecting that you’d catch your wife having an affair, that didn’t mean he didn’t.

The last time this happened, Daemon had left though the window and taken off towards the street. He didn’t think that would be a good idea this time since, not only had he been caught last time by Dacey, but if Jorah did think that Lynesse was sleeping with someone else, that would be where he’d look for the fleeing man. Going through the window, he turned right this time instead and ran towards the backyard. The tall wooden fence along the southern perimeter divided the two properties well, not even allowing a little sight of the two yards, but it wasn’t much of an obstacle for him. Scaling it hastily, he jumped over, landing in the yard of the house behind the Mormonts’, right in front of a naked, sunbathing woman.

The woman noticed him immediately and took off her sunglasses as Daemon froze. She sat up, her wild mane of red hair settling on her shoulders as she glanced at him, amusement clear in her gray-blue eyes.

“Hallelujah!” she chuckled.

Getting the reference, Daemon quickly replied, saying, “only the one, I’m afraid.”

“A pity,” she said, looking him up and down. “I take it the creep came home early and nearly caught you with his missus?”

“What?” Daemon asked, realizing as she spoke that she was clearly Northern.

“I’ve seen you before over there a couple times, and I know why you have been,” the woman replied. “It serves the old lecher right. I’ve seen the prick watching me sun myself a few times without even asking. If he had, of course, I wouldn’t have said no. I’ve never minded people seeing me nude.”

As if to emphasize her point, she stretched her arms over her head and spread her legs, giving him a full view of her lovely body. She was thin, with small, perky breasts and narrow hips. She’d have a model’s figure if she were tall, but she actually looked quite short from where she was seated. His eyes trailed down her body, along her toned abdomen to the full bush of ginger hair, as wild as the shaggy mop on her head.

“Why would you, when you look like that?” Daemon asked, finally starting to relax.

The woman gave him an impish grin and bit her lip. “So what’s your name anyway? I’ve just been calling you Casanova.”

“Daemon,” he chuckled.

“I’m Ygritte,” she said, standing up and showing him that he was right about her height.

“You can come in if you like,” Ygritte offered. “The creep might notice you standing here if you stay. As I said, you can see my yard from their main bedroom.”

A naked woman had just invited him into her home, and there was no way in all the hells, that he was saying no to that.

“Are you this nice to all the strange men who fall into your yard?” Daemon asked, grinning.

“Only the cute ones,” Ygritte replied, winking at him. Walking right up to him and staring up into his eyes, she added, “I should warn you though; there is one rule in this house.”

“Oh?” Daemon asked, feeling his pants tighten at having her so close.

She pinched his shirt between her thumb and forefinger, pulling it gently towards her as she replied, saying, “no clothes.”

With that, Ygritte turned around and walked inside, her hips swaying with her every step, and Daemon shuddered at the sight. He had managed to get Lynesse off before they were interrupted, but he was left seriously blue-balled, and he wasn’t about to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. Taking off his shirt, he made quick work of his pants as well, piling his clothes up in his hands and walking inside, only to be greeted by a sight that made his cock throb with need: Ygritte bent over, looking inside her fridge.

“Beer?” Ygritte asked, holding out a bottle for him.

“Sure, thanks,” Daemon replied, taking the bottle. Taking a swig, he asked, “so you’re Northern?”

“What gave it away?” Ygritte asked sarcastically, thickening her accent a touch.

“The bush,” Daemon replied without skipping a beat, earning a laugh from her.

“Smartarse,” she said.

“Whereabouts are you from?” Daemon asked. “My mum’s family’s from around Winterfell, though I was raised here.”

“Hardhome,” Ygritte replied.

“Oh wow,” Daemon said. “I’ve been to Winterfell a few times, but never any further north than that.”

“If you can take the cold, it’s beautiful,” Ygritte said, sounding wistful. “That’s actually why my roommates and I don’t bother wearing clothes around here. It’s too fucking hot.”

“Are they around?” Daemon asked, looking around instinctively.

“Feeling shy?” Ygritte laughed. “No, they’re out right now, though none of them would mind getting a look at you.”

“If they look anything like you, I wouldn’t mind getting a look at them,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling.

Ygritte snorted, saying, “charmer.”

“What brought you here?” Daemon asked.

“KLU offered programs that interested all four of us, so we decided to come down and rent a place together,” Ygritte replied. Changing the subject, she asked, “So how’d you and the beauty queen start hooking up?”

“She had some yard work that needed doing,” Daemon said. “Things just kind of evolved from there.”

“You tended to her garden so well that she decided to get you to tend to something else?” Ygritte snorted.

“Something like that,” Daemon replied, grinning. He normally wouldn’t have spoken so openly about his relationship with one of the women he was sleeping with, but she already knew about Lynesse’s affair and didn’t seem fond of Jorah. He was about to ask her something else when he heard a phone ring. Ygritte walked over to the counter and picked up her phone.

“What’s up?” she asked. “Okay. Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you later. Bye.”

“So I’m going to be home alone for a while,” Ygritte said after putting her phone back. “How’d you like to keep me company?”

Her tone would have made clear what she had in mind, even if she wasn’t naked.

“I don’t have anything that I need to get to,” Daemon said, shrugging. Fighting a smile, he teasingly added, “what would we do, though?”

Ygritte gave him a downright sinful grin and walked up to him, trailing a finger down his chest as she said, “I’m sure we can think of something.”

With that, she turned around and walked upstairs, Daemon’s eyes glued to her pert ass. Her husky voice had made him even harder, and he didn’t hesitate slightly to follow her upstairs. After passing a bedroom, they entered another one, and Daemon immediately noticed that there was only one bed.

“Ygritte, you said that four of you live here,” Daemon said. “How many bedrooms are there in here?”

“Two,” Ygritte replied. “If you’re wondering about the bed, Val and I share. We’re together, though it’s an open thing. Her sister Dalla and Munda have a similar arrangement.”

“Oh!” Daemon said. “So she won’t mind?”

“Nope,” Ygritte said. “In fact, we’ve actually shared guys a couple times when we’ve found one impressive enough.”

Very subtle hint taken, Daemon smirked and pulled her to him, bringing her lips to his. She responded immediately, pushing her tongue into his mouth and dominating the kiss. He reached down to cup her peach-shaped ass with one hand and deepened the kiss further, pushing back against her tongue with his own.

“I think I know what she sees in you,” Ygritte laughed as she pulled away to breathe.

“I thought you already did,” Daemon chuckled, stroking his cock.

“Size isn’t everything,” Ygritte said, smirking, “despite what Munda might say.”

Daemon downed the rest of his beer and set the bottle down on the nearest table.

“In my experience, it has its upsides and downsides,” Daemon admitted.

“Downsides?” Ygritte asked.

“Well,” Daemon replied, reaching down between her legs and cupping her warm cunt. “I need to do more foreplay than most guys, though that is a benefit in itself.”

“How...ahh...so?” Ygritte asked, gasping as he sunk two fingers between her warm, wet folds.

Daemon fingered her gently, pleased to notice that she was already somewhat wet, and then brought both fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. The wide-eyed look she gave him made him grin as he replied, “it let me find out how much I love the taste of pussy.”

“Fuck,” Ygritte shuddered, her blue eyes darkening with lust.

“Lie down,” Daemon commanded, smirking at the little shiver that ran through her as she did.

He was on her in an instant, kissing her deeply again and cupping her small, perky breasts in his hands. She moaned into his mouth as he teased her hard nipples and started grinding her cunt against his turgid length. He kissed down her neck, delighting in the breathy little moans she let out as he did, and continued down to her breasts. Sucking her whole breasts into his mouth one by one, he teased her stiff pink peaks with his tongue, making her squirm.

“Lower, damn it!” Ygritte growled.

“Oh?” Daemon smirked, trailing a finger through her wet folds.

“Yes!” Ygritte hissed.

“So needy,” Daemon chuckled, kissing down along her very toned belly until his face was buried in her ginger curls. He inhaled her musky smell and felt his cock throb. Parting the hair, he took in the sight of her fleshy lips and kissed her clit.

“Fuck!” Ygritte moaned, grabbing his head.

Daemon kissed and licked his way around her pussy, taking his time gauging what she liked and what worked best. She sighed as he started in earnest, resting her head back against the pillow and keeping her legs spread. After about a minute of this gentle teasing, he gave her pussy a long lick, making her cry out, and he started lapping up her wetness. He groaned at the taste, which was just as lovely as it had been on his fingers.

“You’re actually...good at that...for a guy,” Ygritte stammered as her thighs started shaking.

“Like I said, with my cock, I had to become good at it if I wanted to get laid,” Daemon laughed.

“I can...ugh...imagine,” Ygritte moaned, her nails starting to dig into his scalp.

As a test, he flicked his tongue over her clit and earned a loud cry from the fiery redhead. Convinced that she was warmed up enough, he pushed two fingers inside her and started swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub.

“Fuck yes!” she exclaimed, her thighs tightening around his head. “Right there!”

He kept up the pressure on her clit as he felt around for a rough patch inside her dripping wet walls.

“Oh gods!” Ygritte screamed when he found what he’d been looking for, and he grinned at her reaction.

Pressing up against her g-spot, he flicked his tongue over her clit with the same amount of pressure that had made her moan the loudest up until now. She writhed and moaned as the pressure built within her, Daemon’s efforts driving her closer and closer to her peak. Her moans grew more desperate, and he felt her pussy start to clench around his fingers.

“Holy fuck!” Ygritte shrieked as she came, writhing and shaking under him as the pleasure coursed through her. She pushed his head away almost immediately, apparently someone who grew too sensitive very quickly after cumming, and he just watched her shiver and shake in the aftermath of her climax.

“So, how was that?” Daemon asked, smirking.

She glared up at him halfheartedly and snorted. “You eat cunt like a woman.”

“High praise,” Daemon murmured.

“It is,” Ygritte said. “Now come lie here. I want to control how quickly I take that monster of yours.”

“Have you ever had someone my size?” Daemon asked.

“No. Munda offered to share one of her guys once, but he was a prick,” Ygritte replied.

“Just go at your pace,” he said as he laid down next to her.

“Fuck, you really are huge,” Ygritte sighed as she straddled him.

“Thought it was a curse before I learned how to get a woman ready for it,” Daemon said.

“Yeah, if my first guy had come at me with something like this, I’d have sooner slugged him than let him near me,” Ygritte laughed. “Probably should have anyway.”

Daemon snorted but offered no comment. Ygritte picked up the cock, lined herself up with him, and pushed down firmly, managing to get his thick, bulbous head to pop inside on the first try.

“Fucking hells!” Ygritte cried. “You’re as big as a fucking fist!”

“You talking from experience?” Daemon asked through gritted teeth. She was insanely tight, and he had now eaten out two women without getting off himself. He’d need her to pace herself for his sake, too.

“No,” Ygritte replied. “Val loves it if she’s in the right mood for it, but I’ve never been willing to try. Might as well now.”

She relaxed enough to start descending further, taking another inch of his cock. Her thighs shook from the effort, but she had an easier time after that first part. Rolling and wiggling her hips, she lowered herself bit by bit down his shaft, grunting and sighing as she went. He was glad that she was as wet as she was because she was a tiny little thing. By the time she reached the bottom, she was a shaking, sweating mess, her eyes lidded, and her mouth hanging open.

“Fuck,” Ygritte whimpered as she waited for her body to relax.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Daemon groaned.

“Have you ever had a woman who wasn’t?” Ygritte asked.

“No,” Daemon snorted, realizing her point.

“That’s what you get when you’re hung like a fucking horse,” she groaned. “I’ve never felt this kind of stretch before.”

“When you’re ready, just take it easy,” Daemon said.

“Right, I can probably...oh shit,” Ygritte sighed as she lifted herself up on his length. Her walls clung to him greedily, as if they refused to let go of even an inch. She dropped back down, groaning at the feeling of being split in two again.

The gorgeous redhead found her rhythm quickly enough, having gotten used to his size enough to move more confidently. Daemon reached up to cup her small tits and gently pinched her nipples.

“Harder!” Ygritte cried, letting out a loud moan when he increased the pressure on her hard buds.

“You like it rough?” Daemon asked, grinning up at her.

“Yeah,” Ygritte moaned, picking up her pace as she started fucking him harder.

“Then let me know when you’re ready to get fucked for real,” Daemon said, looking up at her in obvious challenge.

Ygritte shuddered and reached down to kiss him, capturing his lip gently between her teeth.

“You want to fuck me hard?” she purred.

“Until you can’t walk,” Daemon replied, enjoying the look of raw desire she gave him.

Without another word, Ygritte flipped them over and grunted as she ended up on her back.

“You just made a big promise,” she purred. “You’d better keep it.”

Daemon grinned down at her, pulled half of his cock out of her sweltering depths, and plunged back in hard. Ygritte moaned and wrapped her legs around him, her hands finding his back.

“Fucking hells, I love your cock!” Ygritte cried.

“You take it so well,” Daemon grunted, picking up his pace and fucking the delectable redhead even harder. “You’re such a tiny thing, too.”

“Harder!” Ygritte screamed, her nails raking down his back. “Gah, fuck! Just like that!”

He was truly railing her at this point, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall so hard that he was glad her roommates were out. Just how long he had been aroused without relief was catching up to him, and he needed to finish her off quickly. He changed his angle just slightly, sure that he was close to finding a spot deep inside her that he was sure would do the trick, and after a few tries, he felt the head of his cock slip inside something.

“What the...FUCK!” Ygritte shrieked at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her hard. The pleasure thundering through her, she convulsed underneath him like she was being electrocuted, her nails drawing blood as she scratched down his back.

Daemon came with a roar, burying his face in her neck and painting her insides white with his seed. For how vanilla all this was, he came harder than normal, likely due to the effective edging that had been forced on him at Lynesse’s place. Panting like he had just run a marathon, Daemon stilled as the orgasm ended and, pulling out of Ygritte, rolled over.

“Wow,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“I’ll say,” Ygritte laughed, sounding just as breathless as he was. The two of them just laid together in silence as they recovered.

“I’d have normally lasted longer, but I had to run before I finished back there,” Daemon said.

“Wait, I thought I tasted cunt on your lips,” Ygritte said. “Are you telling me you ate out the beauty queen, ran from her husband, and then ate me out and managed to fuck me to orgasm before you blew?”

“Yeah,” Daemon replied.

“How much more do you think you’ve got in the tank?” Ygritte asked, looking at his half-hard cock.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll be good to go again,” Daemon said confidently.

“Enough for some company?” Ygritte asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It would depend on the company,” Daemon said, eyeing the picture of her and three other beautiful women on her nightstand. “Which one’s your girlfriend?”

“This is Val,” Ygritte said, pointing to the honey-blonde woman with icy blue eyes. “The one next to her is her twin sister, Dalla, and the tall, buxom redhead is Munda.”

Dalla looked a lot like Val, though her hair and eyes were both a shade darker. They were both stunning, with heart-shaped faces, button noses, and full lips. He assumed they were fraternal twins because, for as similar as they looked, they weren’t identical. Munda was beautiful as well, with forest green eyes and long, straight hair that was a darker red than Ygritte’s.

“I wouldn’t say no to her, assuming that she’s interested, of course,” Daemon said, giving her a winning smile.

Ygritte smirked at him and turned to the door, calling out loudly, “you girls want to come show him if you’re interested in joining us?”

“Wait, what?” Daemon thought to himself just a moment before the door opened and all three women came in, each as naked as Ygritte and him.

Val and Dalla were both curvier than Ygritte, with large, full breasts that sat high on their chests and wide hips. Neither had anything on Munda, though, whose massive, teardrop-shaped breasts were even larger than Myranda’s. Her hips were somehow even wider too, making her easily the curviest woman he had ever seen in person. Where Val and Dalla both had narrow waists, Munda’s middle had a bit of softness to it, though Daemon didn’t care in the slightest. All three women were just as opposed to shaving as Ygritte, having full, untamed bushes that made his mouth water. Daemon’s wilted cock sprang back to life in an instant as he refused to quite believe what he was seeing. There was no way that he was being offered a fucking fivesome. Right?

“Fuck me, he’s huge!” Munda exclaimed.

“Seems like one of yours, alright,” Dalla laughed.

“So this is the guy who’s been fucking the woman north of here?” Val asked.

“Wait, you all know about that?” Daemon asked.

“We’ve all seen you before,” Dalla replied. “Fuck, I remember the first time I did; I happened to see you and Mormont going at it, and when I walked past the window again about three hours later, you were still at it.”

Daemon had a good idea which day she was talking about, and while he had needed a couple breaks during all of that, the two of them had spent most of an afternoon having sex.

“You see, Daemon, while the four of us, even Munda, actually prefer women and we are two couples, we like sharing guys now and then,” Ygritte said.

“A nice hard cock now and then can be a lot of fun,” Munda said, grinning.

“We’ve only ever done it as couples though,” Dalla said, “but we’ve talked about sharing one guy together if we found one that we thought could keep up.”

“When we noticed you, I joked that you could be the guy,” Val said, “especially with that insane stamina of yours.”

“You tick all of our boxes. You’re the kind of marathon man I go for; you’re big enough for our resident size queen and you’re pretty enough for Val and Dalla,” Ygritte said, smirking at that last comment. “When you fell into my lap, I texted these three and decided to test you out myself first.”

“And I passed?” Daemon asked with a confident smirk on his face.

“We heard you fucking her brains out before we got in the front door,” Munda said. “Now, I want to suck this gorgeous cock.”

Without another word, Munda sank to her knees and took his cock inside her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” Daemon groaned as the gorgeous little redhead moaned around his cock.

“We weren’t kidding about her thing for big cocks,” Val laughed, sitting down on the bed next to Ygritte and kissing her.

“This one’s fucking huge,” Munda gasped, spreading her saliva over the entire length. “Fuck my throat with it, Daemon.”

“You sure?” Daemon asked.

In response, Munda just smirked at him and swallowed him to the root, burying her nose in his wiry public hair. Dalla climbed into bed and crawled behind him.

“Do it,” Dalla murmured in his ear, pressing her full, perky tits against his back. “Fuck that little slut’s throat. She loves it so much that I’ve seen her cum from sucking cock alone.”

Burying his fingers in her dark red locks, Daemon pulled a few inches of his cock out and thrust back inside, his eyes nearly crossing at how good she felt. Her wicked tongue worked the underside of his cock masterfully as he fucked her hot mouth. She made nearly continuous gagging sounds but didn’t motion for him to stop at all. Dalla walked behind her and spread her nether lips with her fingers.

“She’s so wet,” Dalla cooed, pulling her fingers out and showing the thick wetness coating them already.

“Bring those here; I want to taste her,” Daemon said.

“He loves the taste of pussy,” Ygritte piped up, taking a moment off from making out with Val.

“Since my first taste,” Daemon replied, accepting Dalla’s fingers eagerly. He sucked them clean and smirked at her as she pulled them out. The next thing he knew, the gorgeous blonde was kissing him deeply, licking Munda’s juices off of his tongue. He continued fucking Munda’s throat while he kissed her girlfriend deeply. The redhead continued to choke on his length for a few more seconds before pulling back with a gasp.

“I need this inside me,” Munda choked out. “Dalla, ride his face.”

“Gladly,” Dalla purred, stroking his wet cock a few times before crawling back into bed.

Daemon lay down on his back, his cock as hard as it had ever been, as he watched Munda scramble towards him, her slickness running down her thighs. Dalla wasn’t kidding about how much sucking cock turned her on. The blonde in question brushed his hair out of his face and grinned down at him as she moved to plant her knees on either side of his head. Still holding herself up, she gave him a clear view of Munda lining his cock up with her dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” the redhead gasped as the bulbous head of his cock popped inside her tunnel. “Holy shit, that’s big.”

“Even by your standards?” Ygritte asked.

“Yeah,” Munda sighed, wiggling her hips as she lowered herself down on his shaft. She was dripping wet, and though she felt perfectly snug around his girth, she was clearly used to larger insertions, managing it with little difficulty.

“Munda’s first guy was hung like a horse,” Dalla explained. “They didn’t work out, but he did give her a bit of a complex.”

“It’s not...fuck me...in my head that I like big cocks,” Munda grunted as she worked on taking the last couple inches. “The more I feel stretched, the better it is.”

A drop of Dalla’s pussy juice fell on Daemon’s lips, and he licked it up. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her blonde-furred muff down onto his face and started kissing and licking her warm, soft folds.

“Oh, wow,” Dalla sighed. “You’re good at that.”

“He’s nearly as good as you, babe,” he heard Ygritte tell Val.

“Really?” Val asked with a hint of hunger in her soft voice.

“There,” Munda whimpered as she took the last inch. “By the gods, you’re thick and so fucking deep.”

Daemon moaned into Dalla’s cunt as he felt Munda start riding him, wiggling her hips and rising and falling on his length in a way that felt divine. She had great control over her inner muscles and squeezed each time she rose up on him, milking him perfectly. He had already cum and was in no danger of doing so again for a while.

“Shit!” Dalla grunted as he tentatively flicked his tongue over her clit. “Just like that!”

Daemon had returned to lap up her juices some more, but grinned and moved back to her throbbing nub, swirling his tongue around the sensitive spot eagerly.

“Fuck!” Dalla cried. “More!”

“He good?” Munda asked, her hips a blur as she rode him hard and fast.

“Ye...yeah,” Dalla gasped.

“If his tongue’s anything like his...gah...cock, I can’t wai…” Munda was cut off as Daemon started pounding up into her, matching her rhythm perfectly. “Holy fuck!”

Both women were soaring towards their peaks, and Daemon knew that he just had to keep up with what he was doing to finish them off. He was very happy that this wasn’t his first time having more than one woman at a time, or he might have easily bungled one of the greatest things to ever happen to him. Sucking gently on Dalla’s clit, he reached out and started stroking Munda’s with his thumb.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Munda screamed as she came undone, her tight, molten walls convulsing around his cock.

“Right there, don’t stop,” Dalla babbled, her thighs beginning to shake around his head. A moment later, she came with a wordless cry, grinding her pussy on his face as she soaked him. Daemon had to move both hands back to her to hold her steady, even as Munda collapsed forward and started clinging to her girlfriend.

“Fuckin incredible,” Munda panted.

Dalla climbed off of his face to lie down as she caught her breath, and Daemon sat up, wrapping his arms around Munda and kissing the curvy redhead deeply. She melted into him, still recovering from her climax, and returned the kiss eagerly.

“Sit on my face,” Daemon groaned into her ear, cupping her thick, fleshy arse in his hands. “I want to see this arse up close.”

“You want my arse in your face?” Munda purred.

“Fuck yes,” Daemon replied.

“You want to switch places, Dalla?” Munda asked. “The stud here wants to eat me out.”

“Yes,” Dalla replied. Turning to Val and Ygritte, who Daemon noticed were locked together with their heads between each other’s thighs, she asked, “you two don’t mind?”

“I’m next, but no,” Val said, quickly returning to what she was doing. Ygritte didn’t even reply; too focused on feasting on her beautiful lover.

“Tap my thigh if you can’t breathe,” Munda said as she crawled into position. “I know my arse is on the bigger side.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” Daemon said as her full, round behind hovered above his head.

He had long since concluded that he liked his women on the thicker side. He didn’t mind thinner women like Ygritte, and his most frequent lover since he and Ashara parted ways was Lynesse, who was quite thin herself, but there was something to be said for greater curves. The fact that they meant more jiggling was only one benefit.

Munda lowered herself onto his face, and he found his vision completely obscured by her pale, round cheeks. Her cunt was slick from their coupling, and Daemon wasted no time at all slurping up her juices.

“Oh, wow, you were right,” she sighed as he started eating her out.

“Gods above, he’s nearly as thick as your first, Munda!” Dalla exclaimed as she lined herself up and took the head of his cock.

“Apparently both sisters are into fisting,” Daemon thought to himself, hoping that he’d get to see that later.

“He might be the girthiest guy I’ve ever been with,” Munda said, grinding her pussy on his face. “A cock like that, staying power, and he loves eating pussy? Can we keep him?”

Daemon laughed as he continued eating her out.

“Aye, he could be our own sorority stud,” Ygritte laughed.

“Fuck me, I could get used to this cock,” Dalla sighed as more and more of him slipped inside her. “You’re so fucking deep already.”

He knew they were joking, but he couldn’t help but picture a situation like they were describing: living in an otherwise female dorm filled with numerous horny women who all wanted him to tend to their needs. In real life, it would almost certainly fall apart, but he could live the fantasy for an afternoon here. He felt himself bottom out inside Dalla, who was panting and shaking from the exertion of taking his cock. He heard kissing and realized that Dalla and Munda were making out above him. Groaning at the image, he started swirling his tongue around Munda’s rather large clit, making her moan into Dalla’s mouth just as the blonde started fucking him properly.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Munda sighed. “Suck on it.”

He sucked the hard nub into his mouth and grinned at how she immediately bucked and started shaking above him. Easing off, he drank her juices down from the source, chuckling as she started cursing and trying to force her clit closer to his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Dalla asked, sounding amused, as though she knew exactly what the answer was.

“Fucker’s teasing me,” Munda groaned.

“You...oh holy shit...you should,” Dalla panted, her movements already growing erratic as her pleasure grew. “She might hiss and moan, but nothing gets her off like edging.”

Daemon tightened his grip on Munda’s fleshy hips and held her in place, doing exactly as her girlfriend suggested, while he started fucking her from underneath. The two women moaned and cried out on top of him as their orgasms started building. He had never had the easiest time controlling his angle from underneath, but he found it easier with Dalla for some reason and started searching for one of those deep spots that had never failed to make a woman scream for him before.

“Oh gods, right there, right there, stay there, you bastard!” Munda cried, her whole body shaking as she stood on the precipice of bliss.

Daemon was about to move away again, seeing if he could draw things out any further, when he felt the head of his cock sink into a little pocket inside Dalla, and the blonde screamed. He felt her soak his balls as she squirted, coming hard, and decided to finish off Munda as well, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub.

“FUCK!” Munda screamed, coming undone mere moments after her girlfriend.

Daemon felt them both fall forward a bit and figured that they were holding onto each other as they came. He felt his own orgasm approaching, and he tried to think of something to slow it down. Dalla came to a halt a few moments later, slumping against Munda, and he relaxed. As the curvy redhead got off of his face and laid down, Daemon rolled over, settling Dalla down so he could pull out of her.

“You managed to fuck them both without cumming?” Val asked.

“I came close, but yes,” Daemon admitted.

“You think you have enough left for me?” Val asked.

“I’ve relaxed back,” Daemon said, “and even if I came, I’d have a few more in me.”

Val smirked and looked over at Ygritte, who shared her look.

“I’m not done devouring this one,” Val said, crawling over until her head was back between Ygritte’s thighs, “but that doesn’t mean that you and I can’t have fun while I do it.”

Shaking her arse at him, she looked back and winked before burying her face in Ygritte’s pussy.

“Fuck her, Daemon,” Ygritte moaned. “She’s been such a good girl lately. She deserves it.”

Climbing back onto the bed, he crawled behind Val and looked at her slick sex. Even through her full blonde bush, he could see how wet she was. Leaning down, he gave her sex a long lick, tasting her juices, and then lined his cock up with her entrance.

“By the gods!” Val yelled as he pushed the head of his cock inside her, spreading her tight walls wide. “You brought home a fucking horse, Ygritte!”

“He just kind of fell into my lap,” Ygritte laughed.

“Your yard, technically,” Daemon chuckled, marveling in the tight heat of Val’s dripping wet cunt. It didn’t matter how many times he did this; it never got old.

“We owe the creep for chasing you to us,” Val moaned. “He can look all likes now.”

Daemon knew well that they wouldn’t have to deal with Jorah for much longer, as both he and Lynesse planned to leave the house they had called home for five years when they split up, but he was hardly going to tell them that. Instead, he focused on pushing ever more of his cock inside Val, conquering her sweltering depths inch by inch. His grip on her hip tightened as he pushed the last couple inches inside, resting there for a moment to let her adjust to him.

“Fuck me, it feels like you’re splitting me in two,” Val grunted.

“Just let me know when I can move,” Daemon said.

“You can,” Val said, going back to eating Ygritte out.

Daemon pulled a few inches of his cock out of her tight depths, his eyes nearly crossing at how they clung to him, and plunged back in hard. Val only moaned into Ygritte, who had her eyes closed and her head thrown back against the pillow as she clearly neared another orgasm. Working up to a steady rhythm, Daemon was soon fucking Val hard enough to make her arsecheeks ripple on each thrust. Her muffled moaning grew louder as he went, and he had no idea how close her girlfriend had managed to get her before he started fucking her.

“Fucking pound her, Daemon,” Ygritte moaned. “That’s so...ugh...so hot!”

Daemon grinned at the redhead and picked up his pace, well and truly railing the gorgeous blonde, who only shrieked her approval. Daemon knew he was getting close and wanted to finish her off first. Reaching under her, he stroked her clit, trying to speed up her race to her pleasure.

“Spank...oh fuck baby...spank her!” Ygritte suggested.

Daemon brought his hand down on her round arse so hard that the clap echoed through the room, and Val screamed.

“More!” she moaned.

Raining blows down on her lily-white arse, Daemon watched the plump cheeks jiggle under his hands and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Thankfully, he didn’t need to, as almost in unison, Ygritte and Val came, the redhead screaming her pleasure a moment before her girlfriend went off like a rocket. Daemon had been fighting his own orgasm for a solid few minutes and let go the moment Val did, flooding her depths with his seed and groaning loudly. The three of them bucked and writhed together as their pleasure overwhelmed them.

Daemon pulled out the moment his orgasm passed and collapsed on his side, panting hard. He had fucked three women to orgasm before he got off, and his weary body showed it. He was glad that he had been on the bottom for the first two, or he figured that he’d be completely exhausted. As it was, it took him a moment to catch his breath, during which all four of the women he had spent the day fucking crawled over to him.

“That was bloody awesome,” Val panted, still slightly winded.

“I hope you weren’t lying about another few rounds in you,” Ygritte panted.

“I certainly wouldn’t mind another go,” Dalla said.

“Fucking right,” Munda said.

Daemon looked up at the four women staring down at him in open lust and desire and, for the first time since he started having sex, wondered if he hadn’t bitten off more than he could chew.