A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 2 (Patreon)

“Harder, harder!” Ashara screamed as Daemon fucked her from behind, the rythmic clapping of his hips on her thick arse echoing through the room.

Daemon gripped her hips harder, digging his fingers in so hard that he knew he’d leave bruises as he picked up his pace.  He was getting close to cumming, but he knew she was too, and he was determined to hold out long enough.  He pushed her down until she was lying prone on her flat stomach to change the angle and started pounding her as hard as he could, searching for that deep spot that he knew drove her mad.

“Yes, yes!” she shrieked, grabbing the headboard with both hands. “I’m cumming!”

The feeling of her hot pussy spasming around his cock was too much, and Daemon came with a groan, filling her with spurt after spurt of his cum.  He fucked her through their shared orgasm for as long as he could before going still.  He buried his head in her wild hair and inhaled the familiar scent of her lilac shampoo.  As his cock started to soften, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he caught his breath.

“Incredible,” he heard her sigh next to him, her face half-buried in the pillow.

“Took the word...right out of my mouth,” Daemon panted.

Ashara rolled over onto her back and settled next to him, her head leaning towards his.  Daemon looked down and saw her large breasts pooling towards her arms as she laid back, and he couldn’t resist gently pinching her nipple, earning a gasp and a pout.

“You just keep getting better,” she said, smiling widely at him.

“I have a wonderful teacher,” Daemon replied as he sat up and stretched.

Ashara wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nibbled his ear. “You’re a very attentive student.”

“If you keep doing that, we’re never leaving this bed,” he warned her.

“Alas, we must,” Ashara sighed, “or at least I must.  I’m booked all day.”

“Damn clients,” he grumbled half-seriously.

“Eh, they pay the rent,” Ashara said with a shrug as she got up and limped towards her bathroom, “and in truth, I’m lucky to be doing so well so soon.  It usually takes longer to set up a successful practice like this.”

“This area has no shortage of people who do stupid, Jackass-worthy stunts,” Daemon said.

Ashara giggled. “Only a small percentage of the people I see come in because of things like that.  Most of the time, it’s general wear and tear or a lifetime of bad posture catching up with people.”

“Really?” Daemon asked.

“Mmm hmm,” she replied. “That can start a lot earlier than people think, too.  Just something to keep in mind.  I hope you don’t mind if I don’t invite you to join me.  I really do have to get going.”

“I can shower later,” he said as he got up and went to kiss her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait,” she whispered.

Daemon watched her walk towards the bathroom until she was out of his sight and grinned.  The past two weeks had been the best of his life.  Nearly every day, he had managed to see Ashara for a little while at least, doing the work that his parents thought he was going there for and enjoying the benefits he hoped they never learned about.  He got dressed and let himself out, locking the front door with the spare key he knew she kept behind a false brick and placing it back carefully.  As he walked past her porch, he took a moment to admire the new rosebushes he had planted the other day.

“Admiring your work?” a sultry voice came from behind him.

Daemon turned around and saw a beautiful woman with long curly hair the color of gold standing before him, her vibrant green eyes alight with clear interest.  She was wearing a dark green sundress that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and an expensive-looking diamond necklace, the largest stone of which sat comfortably between her large, full breasts.

“I’m sorry; I don’t believe we’ve met,” Daemon said. “Daemon Targaryen.”

“Cersei Baratheon,” she replied.

“To answer your question, Ms. Baratheon,” he said, “I was.  It’s come along nicely.”

“Please call me Cersei,” she said, “and it has.  I can’t recall this place ever looking better.”

“You’ve lived in the neighborhood long?” he asked.

“Years,” she said, “but I’ve known this place longer.  My father owns it and has rented it out for decades.  Few tenants have ever bothered to put in the kind of work that the current one already has.  Asha, is it?”

“Ashara,” he corrected her.

“Right,” Cersei said, her tone growing slightly colder. “Anyway, I was wondering if you might be willing to do a bit of similar work for me.”

“I might be,” Daemon said tentatively.

“I have a flowerbed in my front yard that some drunken oaf fell into and ruined,” she said, her eyes turning venomous for a moment. “I’ve bought replacements, and I was hoping to have someone plant them as well as dig up the old ones.  You’d be paid, of course.”

“That sounds fine,” Daemon said. “When would you want it done?”

“As soon as possible,” Cersei replied. “If you can get it done today, I’ll pay you three hundred dollars.”

“Three!…,” Daemon exclaimed before schooling his features. “I’m free right now.”

“Wonderful!” Cersei said, “come along.”

As he walked with her, a thought occurred to him.

“You’re not Myrcella’s mother, are you?” he asked.

“I am,” she replied. “Do you know my daughter?”

“We’ve met once or twice,” Daemon replied, shaking his head. “I’m a year older.  I think your sons are in two of my cousin’s grades, though.”

“Ah,” Cersei said. “Joffrey and Tommen.  They’re away at camp just now while Myrcella is visiting her grandparents in Lannisport.  It’s just me at the moment.”

Daemon’s eyes flicked to her left hand, and he spotted her engagement ring, a large, gaudy thing of diamonds and emeralds.

“Is your husband not one for gardening?” he asked.

Cersei snorted and replied, “that would be the day.”

She said nothing more on the matter, and Daemon surmised that he shouldn’t mention her husband again.  Finally, they reached the largest house in the entire neighborhood and Cersei stopped.

“Here we are,” she said, unlocking the gate and ushering him in.  As Daemon walked towards the front door, he noticed a bed of flowers that looked like they had been trampled by something very large.

Cersei took her keys out of her pocket and pressed the button on her garage opener. “The flowers are in here, as are the bags I want you to put the old flowers in.  The path along the side of the house here will  lead you to the shed where we keep the gardening tools.  Try to space them as evenly as you can, but fit everything I bought in the garden.  Any questions?”

“No, it seems pretty straight-forward,” Daemon replied.

“Good,” Cersei said. “Come find me when you’re done.”

Daemon looked over the vast number of yellow marigolds arranged on tables in the garage and realized that he was going to be there for a while.  He took out his phone to shoot his mother a text about the unexpected job and went out back to find the shed Cersei had mentioned.  He didn’t know quite what to think of his latest employer.  She was beautiful and seemed nice enough, but there was an unnerving edge in her eyes.  The flashes of rage he had seen when she mentioned her garden being ruined and her husband had been enough to suggest that she might not be a particularly pleasant woman.

There was only one type and color of flower, so Daemon didn’t have to worry about specific arrangements, and the crushed flowers in place gave him a rough understanding of how they had been spaced before.  With that in mind, he got to work, digging up the crushed flowers, throwing them into the large garbage bag he had taken.  He left the holes in the dirt, being careful not to knock dirt into them as he kept digging, in the hope of making the second part of his job easier.  Once that was done, he tied the bag up and set it aside, figuring that he could ask Cersei where to put it once he had finished.  As he picked up the first container of marigolds, he noticed that they came from Tyrell Nurseries, one of the largest garden centers in the city.

“I wonder how Margaery’s doing,” he murmured to himself.

He hadn’t been terribly close to Robb’s ex-girlfriend while the two had dated, but she had always been nice, and he had felt bad for hergetting unceremoniously dumped before Robb started seeing Alys.  He shook the thought away and got to work on planting the marigolds.  Leaving the existing holes relatively undisturbed turned out to be unsurprisingly helpful, and Daemon found himself finishing just around noon.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and put the gardening tools back in the shed before heading inside to talk to Cersei.

“Cersei, I’m finished if you want to…” Daemon cut himself off as he walked in the kitchen and saw his employer popping open a bottle of champagne, “...check it out.”

“Oh, I can look over it after lunch,” she said dismissively. “Mimosa?”

“Um, that sounds lovely; thank you,” Daemon replied, wondering just how old she thought he was.

She poured the champagne and orange juice into two flutes and Daemon took the opportunity to wash the dirt and grime from his hands in the kitchen sink.  He spied what looked like three chicken salad sandwiches on a plate behind the ice bucket the champagne bottle was being kept in.

“Here,” Cersei said, handing him his drink. “I hope you like chicken salad.”

“Thank you,” he said, accepting the drink, “and thank you for lunch; I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I could hardly send such a strapping young man home hungry,” she said. “We had chicken last night, or I did, and there was so much left over that I thought, why not?”

The bitterness in her voice was barely disguised as she talked about dinner the night before, and Daemon assumed that her husband didn’t join her.

“Well, it looks wonderful,” he said, holding his glass out to her. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” she said, clinking her glass to his.

Daemon took a sip of her drink, immediately realizing why people paired sparkling wine and orange juice, and his eyes widened slightly as Cersei downed her in one go.  He followed suit and sat down as she refilled their glasses.

“Help yourself,” Cersei said, pointing to the plate of sandwiches.  He took one and dug in, famished from the morning’s work.

“Mmm,” Daemon groaned, smiling at her as he chewed his first mouthful.  Whatever was in this was fantastic.

“Great, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically. “It’s a recipe I’ve worked on for years.  Chicken, corn, grapes, parsley, walnuts, salt, and pepper, bound together in a sort of pseudo-mascarpone.”

Cersei had reason to be proud of it as far as Daemon was concerned, though he couldn’t help but think it was irresponsible to not even ask if he was allergic to nuts.  Thankfully, he wasn’t.  As she started eating, he noticed that for the first time since he met her, she looked happy, at least for a moment.  She had been nothing but polite to him, but he couldn’t help but think that it felt forced. and none of her smiles had reached her eyes until she indulged in what he assumed was one of her favorite things to eat.

“That was the best chicken salad sandwich I’ve ever had,” he said as he finished it.

Cersei beamed at him as she finished her second mimosa.  She looked pointedly at his glass, and he emptied it, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.  She moved the plate with the final sandwich on it towards him before refilling their glasses again.

“So how did you start working for...Ashara was it?” Cersei asked.

“It is, and she’s the sister of my father’s closest friend,” Daemon replied as he started his second sandwich.

“And you’ve enjoyed it so far?” she asked.  He just nodded, his mouth full of food.

“I can’t imagine she hasn’t,” Cersei continued. “Your work has seemed to be extremely thorough.”

“I can show you the garden,” he offered once he had swallowed.

“I can go see it now; you finish up here,” she said, taking her glass and heading outside.

He devoured the rest of his lunch, surprising himself at just how hungry he had been, and washed it down with his third mimosa.

“It looks fantastic,” Cersei said as she walked back in, “just as it had been.”

“Having the existing garden to use as a template made it easy,” Daemon said. “You said a drunk stumbled into it.  How did he get past the gate?”

Cersei laughed and took his glass, finishing off the bottle between the two flutes and foregoing the orange juice.

“I’m afraid he lives here,” she said, chugging the last of her champagne.

“Ah,” Daemon said, drinking his wine and feeling foolish.  That explained why she seemed so pissed at her husband. “Well, thank you again for lunch.  It was wonderful.”

“I’ve wanted to bring you here for a few days now,” Cersei said.

“Really?” he asked as he finished his champagne.

“Yes,” she replied. “I noticed you coming and going from that old house a couple times and noticed the grounds looking better and better and Ashara’s limp becoming more and more pronounced.”

Daemon froze, wondering for a moment if he had heard that right or if the champagne had gone to his head more than he thought.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t usually take notice of my neighbors much unless they stick around for a while,” Cersei said, grinning wickedly, “but a woman that sexually satisfied is hard to miss.”

“I don’t know what you think you’ve seen, but…” Daemon stammered.

“You don’t strike me as the more cock than brains type; trust me I’m well familiar with that, so don’t play dumb,” Cersei snapped. “I know you’re fucking your parents’ friend, and I don’t care.  I assume it’s just sex, right?”

“Yes,” Daemon sighed.  Ashara had made it very clear from early on that sex was all there could be between them.

Cersei’s grin grew wider, and she said, “well, if it’s just sex, then that mean’s you’re available.”

“Cersei, I...”Daemon went to say and then groaned when he felt her bare foot on his crotch.

“My, my,” she breathed as he hardened under her touch. “I figured you were just talented, but it makes sense you’d be hung to keep the attention of a woman that beautiful and that much older than you.”

“Cersei, I’m flattered, but…” Daemon went to say.

“It really would be in your best interest to expand your horizons if you want to keep your affair a secret from your parents,” Cersei said.

Daemon stood up and glared at her, the effect of that glare being somewhat diminished by the massive bulge in his pants.

“Are you trying to blackmail me?” he asked incredulously.

Cersei scoffed. “Do I look like someone who has to use blackmail for sex?  I simply meant that if you keep going to Ashara’s house day in and day out under the guise of working for her, no matter how dense your parents are, they’ll become suspicious eventually.”

That gave Daemon pause.  Technically speaking, he and Ashara weren’t breaking any laws, but his parents would still be very upset to learn that they were sleeping together.

Cersei’s grin grew as she watched her words take effect. “Even if they didn’t know the house as well as I do, they’d still eventually question how much work could really be needed over there, which isn’t much, for the record.  If, on the other hand, you were working for many different people, then there would be no reason to be suspicious at all.”

“And you’d be willing to say that I was working here from time to time?” Daemon asked.

“No, I’d be willing to have you work here now and then,” Cersei said as she hooked a leg over the table, giving him a clear view up her dress to her very uncovered pussy, “provided that your work is as thorough as I suspect it is.”

There comes a point in some arguments where you wonder what you’re even arguing about.  Daemon had been taken aback when Cersei first came onto him; still not at all used to that happening, and his first thought had been Ashara, but as Cersei managed to get out of him, they weren’t dating.  He was single, and Cersei was a beautiful, if seemingly disturbed, woman who he would have wanted to fuck even if he hadn’t had half a bottle of champagne.  With it, well…

“I can be very thorough,” he said, caressing her smooth leg and trying to sound more confident than he did. “I should warn you though;I slept with Ashara this morning and I haven’t had the chance to shower yet.”

“You wouldn’t be the first man to come to my bed smelling of another woman,” Cersei said, bitterness creeping into her voice again, “and at least you didn’t promise me your fidelity.”

“There is so much to unpack there,” Daemon thought to himself, “but at least I don’t have to bother asking about her husband.”

“Now get on your knees and start showing me why I should help you,” Cersei demanded.

Daemon shivered at her demanding tone and kissed her calf.  Keeping his eyes focused on hers, he trailed kisses along the inside of her leg, across her thigh, inching ever closer to her pussy.  He carefully hiked the sundress up a bit and buried his head between her legs.

“Ahh,” Cersei sighed as he gave her pussy a long lick.

She had smaller lips than Ashara, Daemon noted, and though the taste was slightly stronger, he found that he liked it just as much.  He kissed and licked around her pussy, avoiding her clit for the time being.  She kept her pussy hairless, so smooth that he wondered if she waxed or ifshe even had it lasered off, but there was a neatly kept triangle of golden curls above it, almost like a crown.

“Stick your tongue in me,” she said.

Ashara had told him that most women didn’t care for that, but he wasn’t about to argue.  He moved lower and lapped up her arousal, nuzzling her clit with his nose.  He had a relatively long tongue, long enough that he could get enough inside her to feel her pussy quiver around him.  Cersei started grinding upward on his mouth, fucking his face.

Daemon had gotten used to what Ashara liked and lacked the benefit of that knowledge here, but he paid attention to how Cersei reacted.  Flicking his tongue in certain ways made her moan, while swirling it around the hooded nub of her clit made her thrust herself up against his mouth.  When he finally felt she was aroused enough to experiment with directly touching her clit, he sucked gently on her clitoral hood, and she let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” she whimpered, grabbing his head and pulling him in hard.

Daemon flickered his tongue over her sensitive clit, delighting in how she started to shake all over.  He grabbed her hips to hold her in place as she started to thrash in her seat.  She was close; that was plainly obvious, and he knew that he just had to keep up what he was doing to push her over the edge.

“That’s it, gods, yes!” Cersei cried, “oh fuck I’m gonna…”

She trailed off, her words devolving into a series of gasps and yelps that eventually turned into a mixture of a squeal and a growl as she came.  Daemon’s face was drenched in her arousal as she writhed on his face, still holding him tightly.  He continued eating her out, wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as he could and convinced that she would let him go when she wanted him to stop.  The second her grip on his head relaxed, he backed off and pulled away to look at the gorgeous woman he had just driven to a mind-melting climax.

Cersei’sface was flushed, and her long golden curls scattered about her as she panted in her chair.  Her green eyes regarded him with cold interest as she caught her breath.

“That was adequate,” she said once her breathing returned to normal.

“Adequate?”he thought to himself.

“You eat pussy remarkably well for a man, especially such a young one,” Cersei said,“but I am a woman who prides herself on enjoying the best life has to offer.  If you’re going to grace my bed more than once, I expect the best.”

“I’d say I’m up to the challenge,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling.

“Then come upstairs and prove it,” she said, smirking.

Without another word, she got up and walked off.  Daemon followed, his pride demanding that he fuck this woman into a puddle of goo.  He had gotten rather good at reducing Ashara to a blissed-out mess, and he hoped he had what it took to impress Cersei as well. As they entered what he guessed was her room,Cersei made short work of getting her sundress off.  Daemon’s eyes were immediately drawn to her plump arse, and he couldn’t help but think of how it would jiggle as he fucked her.  He was so focused on her arse that he didn’t notice she had taken her bra off until she turned around.

“You’re overdressed,” Cersei said, looking annoyed.

“Sorry, I was distracted,” Daemon said, taking off his shirt.

“I am rather distracting, am I not?” she asked with a smug little smile on her face.

As he unzipped his fly, Daemon took a moment to look at her large breasts.  Time and her pregnancies had caused them to descend a little down her chest, but she still looked remarkably beautiful, and he couldn’t believe that she was a mother of three.  He freed his aching cock and heard a gasp come from her.

“Oh wow,” Cersei said, staring unabashedly.

“Adequate?” he asked, smirking.

She didn’t even look up as she replied, “you have quite the cock, I’ll admit.  I can see why your Mrs. Robinson over there was interested in the first place.”

Who?” he asked.

“The Graduate?” she asked, and when he looked no less confused, she muttered, “philistine.”

Before Daemon could say anything, she continued,“size isn’t everything, Daemon.  Lie back and let’ssee if you’re any good with it.”

Everything about Cersei, at least since she got around to saying what she wanted from him, suggested that she was a woman who liked being on top in general.  Daemon was happy to let her, at least to begin.

Daemon settled back on her comfortable bed and watched as Cersei approached him.  Her tits swayed with her steps, drawing his gaze.  He looked forward to seeing them as she rode him.  Without the dress, he was able to get a better look at the crown of golden curls that topped her sex.  As much as he enjoyed how hairless Ashara was, he had to admit there was a certain appeal to the more natural look.

“How many girls have you split in half with this?” Cersei asked, licking her palm and rubbing his cock.

“Only the one, actually,” Daemon admitted.

“Really?” she asked, looking surprised. “You’re telling me that I’m only the second woman you’ve ever fucked?”

“I haven’t yet,” he replied, cocking an eyebrow.

“Smartass,” she said, not sounding displeased.  She climbed over him and started rubbing her slick pussy along his length, making him hiss.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, grinning wickedly down at him.

“Yes,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“An absolute novice, and you were good enough to keep her inviting you back again and again?” she asked. “Maybe there is something special about you after all, beyond the large cock.”

Cersei picked up his cock and lined it up with her dripping, wet pussy before plunging down.  Her hot, silky walls clung to his rigid length well; childbirth not seeming to have done anything to change how good she felt.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she whispered as she started taking him slowly.  With short little movements of her hips, she descended lower and lower along his cock.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open just enough to let her make the little gasps that she was.  Eventually, she bottomed out, her plush arse resting on his thighs.

“Such a big cock,” she sighed. “Fuck, I love that gorgeous stretch.”

“You’ll be feeling me for the next week,” Daemon boasted, smirking up at her in challenge.

Cersei’s eyes narrowed, and she grabbed his shoulders to support herself. “Don’t get too cocky now.  I’ll hold you to that.”

Cersei started fucking himgradually, wiggling and grinding on his cock slowly at first.  Despite her words, she couldn’t keep the look of pleasure off her face.  Daemon didn’t know why she was so reluctant to admit that she was enjoying herself, and as he felt the sweltering wetness of her wonderful pussy, he didn’t care.  He just had to focus on holding back until she came, and then he’d see how she acted.

As Cersei’s pace quickened, Daemon grabbed her hips and started matching her rhythm, fucking her underneath.  Her large, lovely breasts jiggled and swayed as they moved in sync.

“Ugh!” she gasped. “Fuck!”

Daemon grinned at Cersei and trailed his hands up along her waist, his thumbs grazing over her soft belly as he moved to cup her tits.  Her moans grew louder as he started to knead the sensitive mounds.  Skewering herself on his length again and again, Cersei’s face began to redden as her pleasure grew.  Her mouth hung open as a cacophony of moans spewed forth from her full lips, and Daemon knew that he had her.  He gently pinched her nipples, wanting to see how she reacted.

“Harder,” she growled.

Daemon did as she demanded and grinned at her strangled cry.

“Fucking hells, I can’t...ugh...believe how deep you feel,” she moaned. “I’m already close!”

“You like that big cock?” Daemon asked.

“Yes!” she cried.

“You’re gonna want me over all the time when I’m done with you!” he growled. “I’ll give you what your pathetic husband can’t!”

Daemon knew that comment was a gamble, and the second he said it, he feared that he had gone too far.

His fears were for naught as Cersei’s eyes rolled back and she shrieked, “YES!”

She fell forward, the movements of her hips growing erratic as pleasure overwhelmed her.  Daemon grabbed her hips hard and started absolutely pounding her from underneath.  Her pussy’s rhythmic smasms felt incredible, but he was nowhere near cumming just yet.  Her screams gave way to low, throaty moans as he did all that he could to prolong her orgasm.  He had long since learned to understand the difference between the high-pitched fake moans in porn and the true sounds a woman made when she was overwhelmed by bliss.

“Fuck,” Cersei whimpered as it passed, her head next to his and her long blonde hair in his face.

Daemon grinned at her and sat up, taking the older woman with him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his earlobe, probably expecting him to roll them over.  Instead, he hooked his elbows under her knees and grabbed her meaty arse in his hands.  She pulled back to give him a questioning look just a moment before he stood up.

“Oh, fuck!” Cersei exclaimed as he bounced her a few times on his cock.  There was nothing she could grab onto in that position but him.  Held in his arms, there she was completely under his power, something that, if the quivering of her cunt was any indication, she didn’t mind at all.

“You’re stronger...oh...then you look,” she said after a moment.

Daemon chuckled at the backhanded compliment and walked forward until he had her pressed up against the nearest wall.

“This isn’t much of a test of strength,” he said. “You’re light as a feather.”

“Flatter...ah!” Cersei tried to reply before crying out.

Daemon fucked her with hard, deep thrusts, delighting in the soft moans and cries she started making almost immediately.  He could feel himself getting close and wanted to make her cum again before he did, not that he imagined that he would have a hard time getting hard again after.  Holding her against the wall, he was able to thrust deep each time, angling himself carefully to avoid her cervix.  Her heavy breasts were jiggling against his chest, the hard nipples brushing through the hair.

“Fucking hells, I love your pussy,” he groaned in her ear as he kneaded her plump arse.

“I love your cock!” she cried in reply. “Ah!”

Daemon buried his head in her neck, kissing her gently so as not to leave any marks.  He changed his angle slightly a few times, trying to find that deep spot that never failed to make Ashara scream, until finally he sank inside the sensitive space of her fornix.

“Gah!” Cersei shrieked, her eyes going wide in disbelief.  Daemon smirked and focused on the sensitive spot as he fucked her even harder, seeking both her relief and his.  With a wordless scream, she came again, her pussy squeezing his cock hard as her orgasm hit her hard.  He roared as he finally let go, cumming deep inside the beautiful older woman.

The two of them writhed together as they rode the waves of ecstasy coursing through them.  Daemon let himself slowly sink to his knees before dragging her to the floor on top of him as he settled on his back.  As his cock softened, Cersei rolled over and joined him in staring at the ceiling as she panted for breath.

“Sorry,” he said when his breathing finally settled. “I didn’t ask about where you wanted me to cum.”

“If I wasn’t on the pill, I would have said something,” she scoffed, sounding mildly insulted.

Neither one felt the need to fill the silence after that, content to lie there and bask in the afterglow of the spectacular sex for a few minutes.

“We should shower,” Cersei said, sitting up. “My husband will be back in an hour or so.”

“An hour, you say,” Daemon said with a grin, his cock twitching as images of shower sex filled his mind.

“Or so,” Cersei said, returning his grin.

“Plenty of time to get clean,” Daemon said.

“And dirty, and then clean again,” Cersei said.

“I like the way you think,” Daemon chuckled as he stood up and held out a hand to help her up.

“I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together,” Cersei said, taking his hand and standing up on slightly wobbly legs.

*****

“...and so there he was, completely naked on the back of a donkey, holding a honeycomb of all things,” Cersei finished her tale. “I had never seen my father so angry.  The little wretch was shipped off to military school the next day.”

“So, did that straighten him out?” Daemon asked.

“No, he got drunk and fell off the roof of the school,” Cersei said. “Broke his neck.”

“Oh, gods, I’m sorry,” Daemon said, taken aback at the sudden turn the story took.

“Oh, don’t be,” Cersei said dismissively. “I never cared for him.”

Before Daemon could question her complete disregard for her own brother, the door opened, and a giant of a man stumbled in.

“Who the hell are you?” the man asked.

Daemon took a good look at the man he assumed was Cersei’s husband and tried not to let his jaw drop at the sight.  He was tall, a couple inches taller than Daemon himself, who was far from short, but he was also utterly corpulent.  With his dark hair and long, shaggy beard, Daemon was sure that he was an intimidating figure in his youth, but as he was then and there, he wasn’t.  The stereotypical image of a smoking hot housewife and her fat slob of a husband was something that the young man had always thought could only be found in animated sitcoms that went on too long, and yet here was the very image.

“This is Daemon, Robert,” Cersei said. “I hired him to fix the garden out front.”

Robert rolled his eyes and grumbled, “again with the bloody flowers.”

“Well, someone had to fix the mess you made,” she hissed.

“Fine, fine,” Robert spat. “So, what do I owe you?”

Before Daemon could say anything, Cersei cut in, “five hundred dollars.”

“Five hundred dollars!” Robert exclaimed, “for bloody flowers?!”

“It’s more than fair,” Cersei argued. “My garden has gone untended for so long.  I can’t recall a time when it was so well seen to.”

It took every ounce of willpower Daemon had to avoid reacting to the blonde woman’s words.

“Fine,” Robert grumbled before taking out his wallet and counting out ten fifties.

Daemon glanced briefly at Cersei, who was standing behind Robert and grinning wickedly.  If the look on her face was any indication, having her husband pay her lover was actually turning her on.

“Just how fucked up is their marriage?” he wondered.

“Here,” the older man said, shoving the money in Daemon’s hand, before turning to his wife and adding, “I’ll be in the den.”

Robert stumbled out of the kitchen.

The second he was out of earshot, Daemon turned to Cersei and quietly asked, “why do I feel like I just got paid for sex?”

“You didn’t get paid for sex; you got paid for gardening,” Cersei replied, “very, very good gardening.”

“I can’t believe he didn’t notice that our hair was wet,” Daemon commented.

“Short of you having me bent over the kitchen table, he wouldn’t have noticed much in his state,” Cersei sneered as she led Daemon to the door.

“What about the sink?” Daemon couldn’t help but ask.

Cersei laughed loudly and opened the door for him. “Don’t tempt me.  Oh, and give me your phone for a moment.”

Daemon did so and watched as Cersei texted herself.

“I’ll be in touch,” she said.

“I look forward to it,” Daemon said.

As they said their goodbyes and Daemon left, he let his mind wander back to the bizarre day he had just had.  Under normal circumstances, he might have felt bad about sleeping with a married woman, but Robert and Cersei appeared to barely tolerate each other’s presence, and he had no idea why they were even together.  Both of them seemed to have alcohol issues as well.  Robert had reeked of booze in the middle of the afternoon, and Cersei had downed half a bottle of champagne with lunch, something that Daemon suspected was far from an isolated incident.

He decided that he wasn’t about to worry about the personal life of the somewhat disturbing woman he had just slept with.  She was hot, fun, and she wanted him and he wasn’t about to fuck up something like that by thinking about it too much.  All that he really had to concern himself with was what, if anything, he was going to tell Ashara.