A Song of Milfs and Trouble Chapter 11 (Patreon)

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” Lynesse wailed as Daemon outright pounded her into the bed.

The sound of his hips slapping against her incredibly toned ass was only matched by her own screams. Daemon had no idea how long they had been at it, having spent the entire day in her bed. All he knew was that he had barely any energy left and had to end this quickly.

“Gods, Lyn, I’m close,” he groaned in her ear.

“More, please!” Lynesse cried. “Just a little more, and...ugh...I’ll cum again!”

Daemon hissed as his tired body screamed at him to stop and changed his angle slightly to give his hands better access to her arse. The firm, round cheeks were already red, and he knew that she wasn’t going to be able to sit down without wincing later, but he also knew that his little pain-slut wouldn’t care about that in the slightest, as turned on as she was. Raising his hand up, he brought it down as hard as he had the strength to.

SMACK

“YES!” Lynesse screamed. “More...gods...just like that!”

He spanked her other, equally red cheek and grabbed her hair just by her scalp, pulling until her head was far enough back that he could look her right in her beautiful blue eyes.

“Cum for me, my little slut,” he growled, smirking as he saw her shudder.

“Y...yours?” Lynesse squeaked, looking simultaneously bewildered and aroused at the idea.

“You know you’re my good girl,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling.

“FUCK!” Lynesse squealed, her eyes practically rolling back into her head as she came hard.

Daemon gave in immediately, finishing inside her with a relieved groan. His orgasm was probably as dry as the desert after all the times he had cum inside her since they began, but it still felt bloody wonderful. When it finally ended, he collapsed on top of her, barely finding the strength to pull out of her ass and roll onto his back. He stared at the ceiling in exhausted awe, wondering if he might not just pass out.

“...fucking thousand,” he heard Lynesse mumble after a while.

“Hmm?” he asked, turning his head to look over at the equally exhausted blonde.

She was just as tired-looking as he was, soaked in sweat with her hair in complete disarray. He didn’t know if she’d ever looked more beautiful to him. She dragged herself over and rested her head on his chest.

“I was just thinking that I’ve been having sex pretty regularly for over a decade now,” Lynesse said. “That’s gotta be over a thousand fucks, and this was by far the greatest sex of my life.”

Daemon felt pride surge within him, and he couldn’t have stopped the grin that formed on his face if he wanted to.

“Really?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” Lynesse sighed, cupping his cheek and moving up to kiss him gently. “You managed to go ten rounds, making me cum more than once in each. My whole body is still shaking, and I just know my pussy and ass are going to be sore for days.”

“That was really ten times?” Daemon asked. “I kind of lost count.”

“What did you think I meant when I asked if you wanted to go for ten?” Lynesse asked.

“With you wiggling your arse at me,” Daemon replied, “you could have been speaking Ghiscari for all I understood.”

“Such a man,” Lynesse sighed, not looking the least bit displeased. “I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate getting my inheritance.”

“It’s finally over then,” Daemon said. “I noticed that quite a few things had already been removed. Jorah’s moved out?”

“Yes,” Lynesse said, snuggling into him. “We signed the divorce papers the second we could.”

“Does your brother know yet?” Daemon asked.

“Nope,” Lynesse said. “That sanctimonious cocksucker’s going to be pissed, but there’s nothing he can do. I kept to the letter of Daddy’s will, if not the spirit, and I’ll be gone by the time he notices anyway.”

“Gone?” Daemon asked, immediately getting a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to like what she said next.

Lynesse lifted herself up and looked down at him, grimacing.

“Part of the reason why I wanted to have you over today for a day-long fuck fest was to celebrate the end of this frustrating chapter of my life,” Lynesse said, “but the other part was because I’m going away for a while and I wanted to enjoy as much time with you as I could.”

“Where are you going?” Daemon asked, trying to suppress the way his heart seemed to clench in his chest.

“Lys,” Lynesse replied. “I haven’t been on vacation in five years and I’ve wanted to return to Lys forever. Have you ever been there?”

“No, I haven’t,” Daemon said.

“It’s paradise,” Lynesse sighed. “The luxury resort I’ve arranged to stay at is the same one my family stayed at when we went on our last vacation together.”

“How long will you be gone?” Daemon asked.

“A while,” Lynesse said. “After the stress of the last few years, I just want a chance to completely let it go. I plan to pamper myself heavily.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy yourself,” Daemon said genuinely. “I wish I could go with you.”

“I wish I could take you with me,” Lynesse said, smiling sadly. They both knew why that couldn’t happen, though, and there was no use lingering on it.

“So, did Jorah contest things at all?” Daemon asked, wanting to change the subject.

“He tried to talk me out of the divorce,” Lynesse said, shrugging. “That’s actually what he came home early to discuss the last time he interrupted us, but I made it clear that nothing had changed. I don’t think he actually expected me to change my mind, but I think he just kind of felt like he owed it to himself to try.”

“I’m glad you’re free, Lynesse,” Daemon said warmly, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I hope whatever comes next for you, that you’re happy.”

“Hey, don’t get so maudlin on me,” Lynesse chastised him lightly. “I’m not going away forever, and I guarantee we’ll see each other again.”

Daemon smiled at that and kissed her again.

“Now, I’m far too sore to do it again...” Lynesse said.

“No worries there,” Daemon cut her off. “I think if I even try, my cock’s going to fall off. I’ve been in a fivesome, and this is still the tiredest I’ve ever been because of sex.”

“A fivesome?” Lynesse asked in shock.

“A story for when you get back,” Daemon said, smiling.

“Or for the bath,” Lynesse said temptingly.

“I don’t know,” Daemon said, making a show of looking like he was mulling it over.

“Daemon!” Lynesse whined petulently, making him laugh. “I have a bottle of rosé chilling in the fridge. We could shower, open it, and drink it together in the bath while you tell me all about the time you had four women at once. I’m assuming, from how proud you sound, it was just you and four women.”

“Eh, what’s the harm?” Daemon asked rhetorically. He’d trusted her to be discreet about bigger secrets in the past.

“Great!” Lynesse exclaimed, pleased at getting her way. “Now if you can just help me limp over to the shower, we can clean the hours of sex off of ourselves.”

“What makes you think I’m in better shape?” Daemon laughed. “I’m just glad that I have a day to recover tomorrow, so I won’t look half-dead in court on Thursday.”

“Court?” Lynesse asked in confusion before it dawned on her what he was talking about. “Oh, yeah, that dickhead who hit your uncle’s getting sentenced, right?”

“Yeah,” Daemon sighed. “We’re all going to be there.”

“I hope they throw the book at him,” Lynesse said supportively.

“So do I,” Daemon said, looking off into nothing. “So do I.”

*****

“Daemon?” Rhaegar asked, looking at him in the rearview mirror.

His father’s attention broke Daemon out of her reverie, and he shook his head, undoing his seatbelt and getting out of the car. His father joined him immediately, and a moment later, he heard his mother sigh as she got out.

“Lya?” Rhaegar asked, walking around to the passenger side. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lyanna said morosely.

“Hey,” Rhaegar said, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

“I love you,” Lyanna murmured against his chest.

Daemon looked away from the display of support and affection and took in the courthouse. It was an ugly building, truth be told. Square, gray, and plain, it looked nothing like the more ornate downtown courthouse that his law class had taken a trip to the previous year. He spotted his aunt’s minivan, realizing that his cousins and her were already there, and his eyes widened when he saw another car he recognized.

“That’s Ashara’s car,” he said.

“Really?” Rhaegar asked.

“Yeah, I recognize it,” Daemon said. He recognized the license plate as well, though only because she had commented once about how she had lucked out and gotten one with her initials in it at random.

“She and Ned were very close back in the day,” Lyanna said. “I’m not all that surprised that she wanted to see the prick get sentenced. Let’s go inside.”

Daemon knew better than his mother just how much Ashara wanted the arsehole to go down, but he was still surprised that she had come. A few weeks ago, he’d have been overjoyed to see her, and his mind would have immediately gone to wondering if there was anywhere in the courthouse that they could sneak away to for a quickie. Instead, he just had two potentially awkward encounters to look forward to instead of just Robb. Shaking his head, he followed his parents inside.

“Place anything made of metal you have on you here and head on through,” the security guard said as Daemon reached the metal detector.

Sighing, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and placed it in the small plastic box. He headed through the metal detector, grabbed his phone, joined his waiting parents, and followed them to the specific courtroom they knew the hearing was going to be held in. As they reached the room, they found his aunt and cousins waiting outside.

“Catelyn,” Lyanna said, rushing up to hug the stricken-looking redhead.

His cousins all looked terribly upset to one extent or another, save for Robb, who just looked angry. The glare that the redhead gave him was absolutely venomous, and though Daemon held his stare for a moment, there was no heat left on his side. Fucking Margaery and Desmera had erased a lot of his remaining anger at his cousin over Alys, and the picture of the three of them that Margarey had sent him afterward actually made him feel a little guilty. With Sansa and Arya huddled together, talking about something that looked important, and Bran and Rickon being too young for him to know what to say to them, he made his way over to Ashara, who was standing on her own, leaning against the wall.

“Ashara,” he said in greeting.

“Daemon,” Ashara replied.

“My mother was surprised to learn you were here, but I wasn’t,” Daemon said.

“You wouldn’t be,” Ashara said, gazing over at his parents and Catelyn. “Catelyn and I spoke briefly, and I explained that I had the morning free and wanted to see the man who killed an old friend of mine sentenced.”

“Did she buy that?” Daemon asked quietly.

“It’s not untrue,” Ashara said. “I couldn’t miss this, though.”

“How have you been?” Daemon asked.

“Better,” Ashara replied, looking like she wanted to say more but decided against it. “You?”

“I’ve been good,” Daemon said, giving her a warm smile.

“Ashara,” Rhaegar said as he joined them. “I was surprised when Daemon pointed out that you were here.”

“I had to see this, Rhaegar,” Ashara said.

“I…” Rhaegar went to reply.

“It’s starting,” Lyanna said, ushering them to follow the others into the courtroom.

The room was far from packed, and Daemon guessed that this was the only matter that the judge would be dealing with for at least the next hour, not that he expected it to take that long. Ilyn Payne, the piece of shit he was hoping to see get put away for a long time, joined them not long afterward, taking his place at the front next to his slimy-looking lawyer. It wasn’t long before the bailiff spoke.

“All rise,” he called out, his voice booming. “The court is now in session. The Honorable Judge Barristan Selmy is presiding.”

The judge, an old, yet strong-looking man, entered the room and took his seat, saying, “everyone but the defendant may be seated.”

They all did and waited for the judge to continue.

“Mr. Payne, you have pleaded guilty to one count of vehicular manslaughter, a felony, one count of impaired driving causing bodily harm, a felony; and one count of driving under the influence, a felony,” Judge Selmy said. “You have waived your rights to a trial, and will not have an absolute right to appeal, although you will have the right to seek leave to appeal within forty days of today’s date. Bearing in mind your inability to speak, I would ask that you nod if you understand these facts.”

Payne did so, and the judge said, “the record will show that the defendant nodded in the affirmative. You presented, in addition to your sworn statement declaring your guilt in the matter, an additional statement expressing your remorse and begging forgiveness from those whose lives you incurably altered.”

“As fucking if,” Daemon heard Robb mutter under his voice.

“This court has also received written victim impact statements from the loved ones of the victim in this case, Eddard Stark,” Judge Selmy continued. “The loss of a life is always a tragedy, and the loss of one in such a senseless manner is doubly so. In pleading guilty, Mr. Payne, you have taken responsibility for your actions and spared the family of your victim a long and painful trial, and for that, you do deserve some credit, but that does not change the facts of this case. You did knowingly and willfully get behind the wheel of a car while under the influence of alcohol. When your blood was tested after the accident, you were found to be at more than twice the legal limit. You then hit and killed the victim, Eddard Stark, taking his life and robbing his wife and his five children of their husband and father.”

The judge paused for a moment before continuing.

“The sad reality is that no sentence could ever undo the damage that has been caused in this case,” Judge Selmy said, “or compensate for the loss. The maximum sentence for vehicular manslaughter in the Crownlands is ten years in prison. Though no plea deal was offered and you pleaded guilty entirely without enticement, your lawyer, Mr. Baelish, has asked the court to give you three years in prison. The Crown attorney, Mr. Blackfyre, has sought a sentence of eight years in prison.”

Daemon saw the bald man sitting on the other side of the courtroom away from Payne, and Baelish perked up at the mention of him.

“Having weighed the facts of this case, the victim impact statements, and the statements given by the defendant, I have come to a decision on the matter of sentencing,” Judge Selmy said. “It will be the sentence of this court that you serve six years with the Crownlands Department of Corrections without any credit for time served since your arrest in light of your probation status.”

“WHAT!?” Robb bellowed. “Six fucking years!?”

Robb wasn’t the only one who spoke out against the injustice, but he was the loudest. For his part, Daemon just sat there, stunned that the maximum sentence was only ten years.

“Order!” Judge Selmy barked, banging his gavel. “I understand that this is a difficult time for everyone involved, but I will have order in my courtroom.”

Daemon saw Catelyn physically pull Robb back down and then turn to do the same with Arya, while Sansa just sat in stunned silence. The rest of the process went quickly from there, with Payne being given an additional year and a fifteen-year driving ban for the other charges. It wasn’t nearly enough, and everyone knew it, but Daemon found that he could hardly fault the judge if the laws were just written that way.

“Seven years!” Robb snarled as they left the courtroom. “That piece of shit kills Dad, and he gets seven years?!”

“Robb, not in front of your brothers!” Catelyn cried.

“Less with good behavior,” Arya snarled. “The paramedics shouldn’t have pulled him out of the wreckage before it burned.”

“Arya!” Catelyn exclaimed.

“Why?” Sansa said, “just why?”

She burst into tears at that point, setting off Bran and Rickon. Daemon watched Ashara slink off, looking pale, and just grimaced. It was hard not to agree with Arya, all things considered.

“The laws in this country are pathetic,” Lyanna snarled. “The way he lost his tongue was a greater punishment than the most he could have gotten here.”

“How’d he lose his tongue?” Arya asked.

“Lyanna,” Catelyn said warningly.

Daemon watched his mother give her sister-in-law a look. Catelyn looked conflicted for a moment before sighing and waving her hand in defeat.

“When he crashed, Payne bit it off,” Lyanna said. “The paramedics pulled him out of his car before it caught fire…”

“But not the tongue?” Arya asked, sounding pleased.

“Yes,” Lyanna replied.

“At least he lost something,” Arya said darkly.

“Alright, I think it’s time we got going,” Catelyn said. “It’s been a terribly trying day for all of us, and I think we should spend the rest of it as a family.”

“Actually, Catelyn, before you go, I wanted to talk to you,” Rhaegar said. “My family’s owned a cabin on the island of Dragonstone for generations. It’s a monstrously huge thing; there’s plenty of space, and I thought that our families could get away to it for a weekend some time before the fall. Give us all a chance to get away from things.”

“I’m not going anywhere with him,” Robb said, pointing right at Daemon.

“Robb, you’re dating my ex; you can’t be that pissed about what happened,” Daemon said.

“Oh, this isn’t about Margaery and Desmera, though; fuck you,” Robb said, earning an indignant squawk from his mother. “No, this is about why we’re all here.”

“Robb, that’s enough!” Catelyn snarled.

“Don’t you dare,” Rhaegar said.

“Why!?” Robb shouted in rage. “Why the hell do we all have to tiptoe around the fact that Dad’s dead because of him?”

“Don’t say that!” Sansa cried.

“That’s a lie!” Arya shouted.

“What the fuck are you on about?” Daemon asked, looking at his cousin like he’d gone mad.

“Not another word, Robb Stark!” Lyanna snarled.

“The day Dad died, he was going to get you!” Robb exclaimed.

“What?” Daemon asked, feeling like he had been punched in the gut.

He remembered the night that he had gotten the news. He had needed to stay at school late to work on a group project, and by the time he left, it was absolutely pouring rain out as a massive thunderstorm had come in while he’d been inside. To make matters worse, the friend who was going to drive him home ended up stuck with car trouble. He had ended up getting another friend to pick him up and spare him an unpleasant and potentially dangerous walk home, and it had been hours later that they had all gotten the news of the accident.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Daemon said. “I never called him that day.”

“I told him,” Catelyn said. “Robb told me that you texted him, and since I was stuck at home, I called Ned. By the time you texted to say that you had been picked up, he had already left to get you.”

“As he would have for any of you,” Lyanna cut in, glaring at Robb. “That was just the kind of man Ned was.”

Daemon didn’t hear any more, slipping away as they all started arguing. He felt like he couldn’t breathe and just needed to get as far away from the courthouse as he could. Almost in a fugue state, he just walked, uncaring of his eventual destination, but some part of him must have had a plan, because by the time he came back to himself, he saw that he was standing outside the graveyard where his uncle was buried. Shaking his head, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and picked it up, grimacing as he saw that his mother was calling.

“Hello,” he said.

“Oh, thank the gods!” Lyanna exclaimed. “Where are you?”

“I went for a walk,” Daemon said. “I just...needed to get out of there.”

“Your cousin was way out of line,” Lyanna said. “You are not responsible for what happened to Ned.”

“I’m why he was out that night,” Daemon said.

“No, you…” Lyanna went to say.

“Look, Mum, I just need to be alone for a bit,” Daemon said.

“No, you need to come home,” Lyanna said.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” Daemon said. “See you later, Mum.”

“Daemon…” Lyanna said as he hung up.

He was going to regret that later, but for the time being, he just knew that he couldn’t face anyone. Clearing away the missed calls and texts, he turned off the sound on his phone and pocketed it, heading towards his uncle’s grave. There was an entire section of this graveyard that the stark family had bought up ages ago, and generations of them were buried there. He found his uncle Ned’s grave right next to his uncle Brandon, the uncle he’d never met.

“Hi, Uncle Ned,” he said, feeling a lump in his throat as he tried to speak. Eventually he just ground out, “I’m sorry,” hot tears filling his eyes.

*****

“Daemon?” a voice called out behind him as he sat by his uncle’s grave.

Turning, he saw his aunt standing there, looking both hurt and concerned. He had no idea how long he had actually been here, but judging by how far the sun had moved since he arrived, it had clearly been a while.

“Aunt Cat?” he asked, his voice sounding raw.

“I thought I might find you here,” Catelyn said sadly. “Oh, by the Seven, come here.”

She pulled him into a hug, and he let himself go, weeping openly.

“I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Catelyn said. “It wasn’t your fault, Daemon.”

“If it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have been on that road,” Daemon argued.

“Your mother was right,” Catelyn said. “Ned would have dropped everything to help any of us. It could just as easily have been Robb who needed a lift, or Sansa, or Arya, and the result would have been the same.”

Peering down at Ned’s tombstone, she placed a shaking hand on it and swallowed.

“None of us blame you,” Catelyn said, “not even Robb, really.”

“He could have fooled me,” Daemon spat.

“He’s grieving and lashing out,” Catelyn said. “That doesn’t excuse his behavior, but it is the reason for it. Truthfully, I think he just feels guilty.”

“Guilty?” Daemon asked in confusion. “Why?”

“Because if he hadn’t told me that you texted him, I wouldn’t have called Ned, and he wouldn’t have gone to get you,” Catelyn sighed.

“But that’s stupid,” Daemon said.

“My point exactly,” Catelyn said, giving him a pointed look.

“Oh,” Daemon said as it dawned on him what she meant.

“The fault lies with Ilyn Payne,” Catelyn said, looking momentarily furious, “no one else.”

“The others really don’t blame me?” Daemon asked.

“Not at all,” Catelyn replied. “The boys are too young to truly understand what’s going on. Sansa openly said that her father would have gone out of his way to help any of them and it wouldn’t have been their fault, and Arya yelled at Robb until he stalked off to Theon Greyjoy’s home.”

“How in the world do we move on from this?” Daemon asked, looking back at Ned’s grave.

“By living,” Catelyn said. “You never truly get over a loss like this, but the all-consuming part of the pain does fade with time.”

“Right, I forgot you’ve actually been through this before,” Daemon said, looking over at Brandon’s grave. He realized his mistake almost immediately, as Catelyn went still.

“How do you know that?” she asked numbly.

He looked over at Catelyn and resisted the urge to slap himself for his stupidity.

“Ashara and I spoke about it,” Daemon said, “when I asked her how she knew Uncle Ned.”

“I should have figured it was her,” Catelyn said, shaking her head. “I thought I saw a ghost when I saw her at the courthouse today.”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” Daemon said.

“No, it’s fine,” Catelyn said, walking over and placing her hand on Brandon’s grave. “You’re right after all; this is the second time I’ve lost someone I loved senselessly.”

He heard her sniffle and hugged her without hesitation, letting her weep into his shoulder. He couldn’t help but think it a strange bit of role-reversal from a moment ago. When she calmed down, she took a step back and wiped her eyes.

“You should call your parents,” Catelyn said. “They wanted to stay behind in case you returned home, so I left the kids with them and went searching instead. I figured that I had a pretty good idea where you had gone.”

“Right,” Daemon said. “I imagine that they’re furious.”

“Worried more than anything,” Catelyn said. “They understand that it’s been a very difficult day.”

Daemon figured that while that was likely true of his father, his mother’s fury would likely remain buried only until the moment her worry faded. There was nothing he could do about that, however, and so he pulled out his phone, only to curse under his breath at what he found.

“It’s dead,” Daemon sighed.

“Oh,” Catelyn said. “I actually left mine on the charger, as I was planning to return for it and my car if you weren’t here. You can call them from my place.”

“Alright,” Daemon said, following her back.

Their house was within walking distance of the graveyard, and it took them barely five minutes to reach it. The moment they did, Catelyn headed straight to the phone and called his parents.

“Yes, I found him,” Catelyn said. “He was visiting Ned’s grave. “Mmhmm. I’m so sorry again. Alright.”

Turning to him, she said, “they want a word.”

Sighing, Daemon took the phone and said, “hello.”

“Daemon, thank the gods,” his mother said.

“We were so worried,” his father added.

Assuming they had him on speakerphone, he replied, “hey, I’m sorry, you two. I needed some air to clear my head. I didn’t realize that my phone had died until Aunt Catelyn found me.”

“We’ll talk when you get back,” Lyanna said.

BOOM

A crack of thunder echoed across the land, and Daemon was startled to see just how dark it had gotten outside.

“What the hell? The sky was clear a moment ago,” he muttered.

“That’s part of why we were worried,” Rhaegar said. “The news was warning that a storm was coming.”

“Let your aunt know that we’ll bring the kids over once it passes and pick you up then,” Lyanna said.

“Will do,” Daemon said. “See you later.”

“See you then,” Rhaegar said, “and Daemon, please don’t blame yourself for what happened. There was a reason why we didn’t tell you.”

“I know,” Daemon said. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Lyanna said as he hung up.

Catelyn returned to the living room then, looking frazzled.

“I had to close a few windows,” she explained when he looked confused.

“Right,” Daemon said, looking outside. “It’s really coming down.”

“Aren’t you glad you aren’t still out in that?” Catelyn asked.

Daemon just snorted and looked out at the torrential downpour. Another crack of thunder sounded then, and the lights went out.

“Crap,” he muttered to himself.

After a few moments of waiting for what they hoped was a simple brown-out to pass, Daemon said, “I think this might last a while.”

“Alas,” Catelyn sighed. “I’ll go get some candles. You make yourself at home.”

Daemon sat down on the sofa and let himself relax. After the day he had had, the idea of just spending a little while relaxing in a dark house sounded great. It was the height of summer, so the lack of air conditioning was going to be annoying if the blackout lasted a while, but as it was, it was nice. Catelyn returned a moment later with candles and a lighter.

“I can deal with those,” Daemon said.

“Thank you,” Catelyn said, handing them over. “I’m just going to get something from the fridge. You want anything?”

“I’m good; thank you though,” Daemon replied, spreading out the candles and lighting them.

It was to a very cozy-looking room that Catelyn returned after a minute, holding a bottle of soda water in her hand. She went over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of expensive-looking scotch. Pouring herself a measured amount, she filled the rest of the short glass in her hand with soda.

“Ned would cringe and groan if he saw this,” she said, smiling sadly as she sat down.

“I rarely ever saw him drink anything other than beer with dinner,” Daemon said. “Was he that much of a purist?”

“Oh yes,” Catelyn laughed, taking a sip. “Scotch was to be sipped neat or with a single ice cube at most. Personally, I think this stuff tastes like liquid charcoal neat, but he loved it.”

“I don’t suppose I could…” Daemon trailed off.

“You’re too young to drink,” Catelyn said flatly.

“Oh, one wouldn’t kill me, and you’d be here to supervise,” Daemon said. “Plus, it seems we’re going to be here for a while.”

He gave her his best pleading eyes, and she rolled her own.

“One drink, half strength,” Catelyn said, setting hers down and making him one. Handing it to him, she added, “no more.”

“Thank you,” Daemon said, taking a sip. “That’s not bad, though it is mostly soda water.”

“Gods, you remind me of your uncle,” Catelyn laughed as she sat down.

“I get that a lot,” Daemon said. “I’ve been told over and over again that I look like Uncle Ned.”

“Oh, you do, but that’s not who I meant,” Catelyn said. “That look you just gave me was almost identical to the look Brandon used to give me when he wanted something.”

“Really?” Daemon asked. “Mum has rarely ever mentioned him. Truth be told, before I talked to Ashara about his death, I honestly didn’t know what happened.”

“Your mother worshiped the ground Brandon walked on,” Catelyn said wistfully. “He was her big brother, the one who made her feel safe as a girl, the one she looked up to. She was such a tomboy back then, all because she wanted to be like him. She hated me when we started dating.”

“Really?” Daemon asked.

“Oh yes,” Catelyn laughed, finishing off her drink. “She was a few years younger than me and seemed to see me as an interloper taking her big brother’s attention away from her. Brandon was a few years older than I was, too old for me, truth be told; my father was right about that much, but I wanted him, and I was a stubborn thing back then.”

She paused then, making herself a second drink. When Daemon cocked an eyebrow, she just rolled her eyes and made him another one too, forgetting to make that one half-strength.

“You started dating him high school, right?” Daemon asked as he accepted the drink.

“Yes, I was a year or so younger than you are now,” Catelyn said. “He had already graduated. My freshman year, he was a senior, and I had the biggest crush on him. Captain of the football team, tall, muscular, and rugged, I was smitten from the start. He was an easy man to love and a difficult one to stay with.”

“Meaning what?” Daemon asked.

“My friends used to call him entitled when I was bawling my eyes out over this thing or that which he had done,” Catelyn said, “but I never thought that was it. He was a creature ruled by his passions, and when his blood was hot, for one thing or another, he rarely saw sense until it had cooled.”

“Was he abusive?” Daemon asked, not liking how she described that.

“Oh, no!” Catelyn exclaimed. “He was never like that, but he was cad, and though he never laid a hand on me, he had quite the temper. His tendency to let his passions get the better of him led to every single one of our major fights, and it was what led to his death.”

She stopped then, her eyes growing misty, but she blinked it away quickly enough.

“His murder devastated all of us,” Catelyn said. “Ned and I were suffering the same loss, and we ended up leaning on each other.”

“That’s how you two got together, right?” Daemon asked.

“We were in the same grade and had known each other for years,” Catelyn said, smiling sadly as she reminisced. “We knew each other in passing, but we had never been all that close, and I had always had eyes for his brother. Unbeknownst to me, he had had a crush on me for years.”

“Really?” Daemon asked.

“Apparently he had quarreled with Brandon more than once about how careless his brother could be with me,” Catelyn said. “As we drew closer in our shared grief, I finally realized what a good, caring, and dependable man he had become. One thing led to another, and before I even realized it, I had fallen for him.”

Setting her glass down, she leaned back against the couch and sighed, saying, “now he’s gone.”

Catelyn started crying again, and Daemon set his glass down so he could hug her. He just held her close and ran his fingers through her hair until she settled.

“I’m sorry for crying on you again like this,” she said, sounding almost embarrassed.

“Eh, turnabout’s fair play,” Daemon quipped.

“It had been weeks since I last did,” Catelyn said.

“I guess you’ve just been so focused on the others,” Daemon guessed.

“I’ve had to,” Catelyn said.

“I know they’re your focus,” Daemon said, “but surely you’ve had some time to deal with your own grief.”

“You’ll understand when you have kids of your own,” Catelyn sighed, sounding weary. “I have to focus on them. My own grief can wait.”

“Have you talked to anyone?” Daemon asked.

“I do have friends, you know,” Catelyn said wryly. “Your concern is touching, Daemon, but I will get through this.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Daemon said, placing his hand on hers.

Catelyn smiled at him and said, “you’ve become quite the man, Daemon Targaryen.”

“I try,” Daemon said. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, but as he stared into Catelyn’s blue eyes, he found himself thinking about just how beautiful she was. Before he could stop himself, he asked, “Speaking of men, have you considered dating?”

“It’s far too soon to even think about dating,” Catelyn said abruptly, pulling her hand back, “and I don’t think that’s entirely appropriate to ask.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep,” Daemon said, reddening slightly. “I guess I just hated the idea of you being lonely on top of everything else.”

“I’m not lonely,” Catelyn said, her face softening. With a sigh, she said, “honestly I wouldn’t even know how to begin dating. I haven’t had to think about it since the first year of university.”

“When you decide to take the plunge, I think you’ll find it easier than you think,” Daemon commented.

“I’m a mother of five,” Catelyn said flatly.

“A loving and beautiful mother of five,” Daemon amended, giving her a warm smile.

Catelyn gave him an odd look for a moment before just laughing. “You’re sweet and entirely too charming.”

“I’m also serious,” Daemon said. “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.”

He reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear with his fingers. Catelyn just stared at him for a moment, looking like she had no idea how to respond to that or that she couldn’t decide how she wanted to. With their faces inches apart and the pair of them staring into each other’s eyes, an almost palpable tension developed between them.

Daemon knew what he wanted, wrong as it was, but he was also uncertain about making the first move, given everything. Luckily for him, he didn’t need to, as Catelyn closed the distance between them and kissed him softly. Daemon froze, unable to believe that this was even happening for a moment, but quickly recovered and returned the kiss. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, teasing her lips with his tongue to seek entrance.

Catelyn moaned into his mouth and climbed into his lap, grinding against him as his tongue reached out to hers. Daemon was taken aback by the sudden wellspring of passion that he had unleashed, and it took him a moment to adjust. Reaching down, he cupped her thick arse and kneaded the round cheeks hard.

“Oh gods, what are we doing?” Catelyn asked, looking down at him with a mixture of lust and panic on her face.

“Whatever we want,” Daemon replied, sucking on her earlobe.

“This...ahh...is wrong,” Catelyn moaned. “You’re my nephew.”

“Not by blood,” Daemon countered.

“I’m older than your mother,” Catelyn said.

“That has never been a problem for me,” Daemon said, kissing along her neck.

Catelyn moaned, and Daemon pulled back with a grin to take in the sight of her. Seeing her there, her full chest heaving with every breath as she stared at him, desire clear in her eyes, he wondered how he had never realized how gorgeous she was.

“Catelyn,” he said. “If you want to, we can stop here, chalk everything up to the scotch, and pretend it never happened, or I can take you right here, right now. Either way, no one ever has to know.”

“Oh, to hell with it,” Catelyn said, pulling him in for another kiss.

Daemon grinned against her as he returned the kiss with equal passion. Reaching down, he pulled her blouse up, breaking the kiss for just as long as it took to get the thing over her head. She snaked her fingers into his hair and went back to exploring his mouth with her tongue as he made short work of her bra. Unveiling her breasts, he cupped them eagerly, tweaking one of her nipples and earning himself a strangled cry from her.

“That feels so good,” Catelyn whimpered.

It had clearly been a while for her, and she seemed to be a powderkeg of bottled lust, one that he was eager to set off. Looking down at her breasts, he saw that they sat a little lower on her chest than he was used to, due to time, her pregnancies, and the sheer weight of them having taken their toll, but he thought they were gorgeous all the same and brought one of her hard pink nipples to his lips.

“Ahh gods!” Catelyn cried, her fingers frantically working to undo the buttons on his shirt.

She actually tore one off, trying to undress him, and ran her hands over the smooth, hard muscles of his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” Daemon murmured in her ear, returning to the pulse point to gently nip at it.

“Dae...Daemon, let me up,” Catelyn moaned.

He did, and she stood up, unzipping her conservative-looking skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in nothing but her white cotton panties, Daemon took a moment to admire her form, unable to fathom how she had actually had five kids. She wasn’t thin perse, having a softness to her belly and a thickness to her hips and arse that she probably hadn’t had at his age, but she still looked incredible, and he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her.

“I’m sorry about all the hair,” she said as she lowered her underwear, revealing the thick forest of red curls within.

“I’m not,” Daemon said, staring at her sex, illuminated by candlelight, with growing hunger.

Pulling her to him, she sat in his lap, completely naked, as he kissed her again. He flipped her over and kissed his way down her body, pausing at her chest to worship her breasts again before continuing down along her belly. Catelyn squirmed and whimpered at his ministrations, spreading her legs wide as he reached her pussy.

Daemon inhaled the aroma of her womanhood, enjoying the tantalizing heat emanating from her. Spreading her hair aside, he took in the sight of her full and fleshy folds, already glimmering with wetness. He buried his face between her parted thighs and licked softly and tenderly around her nether lips.

“Gods!” Catelyn gasped, her hands flying to his head.

Daemon feasted on her eagerly, kissing and licking all over her folds, avoiding her clit for the time being. Her gasps turned to soft moans, which grew rapidly louder and more desperate.

“Oh, gods,” she breathed. “You’re so good at that. Please don’t stop.”

Stopping was the last thing he intended to do. He brought his tongue to her weeping opening and swirled it around the hole, making her gasp. He knew it was unlikely to make her cum, but it was fun, and she clearly liked it. Moving upwards, he flicked his tongue over her clit, making her cry out.

“Right there!” Catelyn moaned, her thighs clenching around his head.

Daemon chuckled and licked his way up and down her slit a few times, making sure to pay special attention to her clit every time he neared it, slowly teasing her. After a few minutes of this, Catelyn grabbed his head and started bucking her hips against him, moaning loudly. He took the hint and swirled his tongue around her clit, stimulating the throbbing bundle of nerves more directly.

“That’s amazing,” she panted, her whole body going tense as her orgasm approached.

Daemon appreciated the feeling of her soft thighs around his head and sucked gently on her clit. Catelyn squeaked at the sudden change, and he knew she was getting close. Moving his hands, which had been holding onto her thighs, down to him, he removed his belt and unzipped his pants, quickly freeing his rock-hard cock from its confines.

“Daemon...I think I’m getting close,” Catelyn forced out quickly.

Daemon pushed a couple fingers inside her, just to the second knuckle, and felt her pussy quiver around them. Figuring that she was just about to cum, he fisted his cock, stood up, and before Catelyn even realized what he was doing, lined himself up and pushed inside her quivering quim, managing to bury half of his length inside her in one thrust.

“GODS!” Catelyn screamed as she came, her whole body shaking as her orgasm hit like a truck.

Daemon groaned at the exquisite feeling of her silky walls undulating around his length as she came. He had always wanted to try bringing a woman right to the edge with his mouth and finishing her off just by thrusting inside her. It was every bit as wonderful as he expected. Catelyn was reduced to a moaning wreck, her eyes wide as the pleasure consumed her. As wet as she was, he had little trouble sinking deep inside her, managing, with slow, steady thrusts, to bury himself to the hilt just as she went limp.

“Holy shit,” she gasped as it ended.

“Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck,” Daemon instructed.

Once she did so, he lifted her up and sat down on the sofa, hugging her tightly to him.

“Oh, I missed feeling this full,” Catelyn sighed as she caught her breath.

“Any time you want to feel it again,” Daemon said, and she gave him a sharp look.

“No, this is a one-time thing, Daemon,” Catelyn said with finality. “No one can find out about it, and every other time we did it, if we continued, would be another risk.”

“That’s fair,” Daemon said. “Though if this is a one-time thing, we really should make the most of it.”

Catelyn gave him a lusty grin and said, “I intend to.”

Holding onto his shoulders to steady herself, Catelyn started rolling her hips, riding him better than he would have imagined from the generally prim and proper woman. Daemon groaned and reached down to her arse, sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh. She moaned and kissed him as he started moving in time with her, rocking his hips against her every time she rolled hers.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.

“So do you,” Catelyn moaned. “Gods, you’re big.”

Daemon buried his face in her neck and started teasing her pulse point with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Sliding a hand up her back, he reached around and cupped her breast, kneading the soft mound. Catelyn’s moans grew louder as they continued, her hips becoming a blur as she sped up, desperately trying to reach her peak. Daemon brought one of her breasts up to his lips, sucking on the nipple as he reached down to find her clit.

“Oh gods, just like that!” Catelyn cried as she started rubbing tight little circles around her pearl.

The redhead’s movements became erratic as she neared her peak, and Daemon made sure not to change his pace at all as he continued driving her towards ecstasy. Sucking on her nipple, gently rubbing her clit and thrusting deep inside her molten depths, Daemon groaned as he felt her start to flutter around him.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Catelyn screamed as she came, burying her face in the crook of his neck as her whole body shook and writhed in his lap.

Daemon continued fucking her through her orgasm, his own fast approaching, and let go with a roar a moment later, painting her tight tunnel white. He couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off of his face as he panted for breath, the reality of what he had just done hitting him full force. If the way that Catelyn slumped against him was any indication, she had the same thought, and as she pulled back to look at him, uncertainty on her face, Daemon caressed her face tenderly.

“A one-time thing that neither of us will breathe a word about to anyone,” he reminded her.

“Right,” Catelyn said, relaxing a little.

“Now when you say one-time thing, do you mean one round?” Daemon asked with a grin. “Because, if not…”

“Still?” Catelyn asked, realizing that he had already hardened again.

Daemon flipped her onto her back and smirked as he started moving within her again. He hoped that she wouldn’t regret this in the morning, because he seriously doubted that he would.