A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 4 (Patreon)

“Mmm, you’re getting good at that,” Ashara moaned as Daemon dug his thumbs into her foot and stroked slowly downward.

“I’ve said this before, but I have a very good teacher,” Daemon replied, grinning.

“I must be,” Ashara groaned, burying her face in the pillow as she luxuriated in the pleasure of the foot massage.

Daemon continued his massage, using the techniques that she had taught him to relax her ever further.  One benefit of massaging her like this was that she was lying on her stomach on the bed, completely naked, giving him a perfect view of her beautiful arse.  Her legs were parted slightly, letting him see the trickle of his semen leaking onto the sheets below her from her well-fucked pussy.

“As much as I’d love to make this an hour-long full-body massage, I doubt you have that kind of time,” Daemon said.

“Unfortunately, you’re right,” Ashara sighed, rolling over.  Daemon took the opportunity to glance at her tits and felt his cock twitch.

“None of that now,” she said playfully, staring openly at his cock. “If you want to shower with me, it will be just a shower.”

“Can I scrub your back?” Daemon asked seductively.

“I created a monster,” Ashara said, shuddering. “I seriously don’t have time, Daemon.”

“Another time then,” Daemon said.

“Definitely,” Ashara said, leaving to turn on the shower.

Daemon was about to join her when he noticed a blinking light in the pocket of his pants, which were lying on the floor.  Fishing it out, he checked to see what had caused the alert and noticed that Lynesse had texted him.  He opened the text and read it.

My sis needs her pipes cleaned and I said u could do it.  U 3 2day?

Daemon’s jaw dropped at the text.  Lynesse had multiple sisters that she had mentioned before, and while none of them had ever sounded like they had much in common with her, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious, and he sent a quick reply.

Txt me when & where.

“You coming?” Ashara asked.

“Just a second,” Daemon replied, putting his phone back in his pocket.  He had a beautiful woman to shower with, and he might just have a second one in a bit.

*****

“Holy hells, what a garden,” Daemon thought to himself as he approached the address Lynesse had texted him.  The house itself was impressive enough, but there was a gigantic rose garden taking up almost their entire extensive lawn that eclipsed it entirely.  Sitting at the dead end of its street, the rose garden perfumed the entire property.

The garden was divided into two parts, split by a cobbled walkway that led to the front door, and as Daemon walked through the path, he couldn’t help but be glad that he wasn’t being hired to work on this property.

“It’s a little bit beyond me,” he thought to himself.

Ringing the doorbell, Daemon didn’t have to wait more than ten seconds before the door opened, revealing what he assumed was Lynesse’s sister.  She was tall, only a few inches shorter than him, with long silver hair pulled back into a braid.  She was older than Cersei by a few years, but he assumed that she had simply grayed early and decided not to dye it as she was still quite pretty.  She also looked visibly upset.

“Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested,” she spat, glaring at him.

“Er...I’m Daemon,” he said. “Lynesse told me to come.”

“Lyn...oh, I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I’m Alerie.  I’ve had a terrible day, and I forgot you were coming.”

“I can come back if this isn’t a good time,” Daemon said.

“No,” Alerie replied. “No, this is as good a time as any.  Please, come in.  Just set your shoes on the mat, here.”

Daemon did as he was told and followed Alerie upstairs.  She was wearing a rather conservative green blouse and matching skirt, but the swell of her plump-looking arse was unmistakable, and his eyes were drawn to it.

“So, how long has it been?” Daemon asked.

“I’m sorry?” Alerie asked.

“Lynesse mentioned that you, as she put it, needed your pipes cleaned,” Daemon replied, his voice low and rumbling.

“Yes, it’s been a problem for a while,” Alerie said. “I tried taking care of it myself, but I think it just needs a man’s touch.”

“And your husband isn’t up to it?” Daemon asked.

Alerie looked at him, anger clear in her eyes, and said, “that would require him to be home, ever!”

As Alerie turned back and started practically stomping up the stairs, Daemon couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.  He also couldn’t help but wonder just how many neglected housewives there were in his neighborhood.

“I would have asked one of my sons to take care of it, but none of them are home just now,” Alerie said, and Daemon froze in his tracks.

“What?” he blurted out.

Alerie turned around at his outburst and looked confused. “They’re older than you are, I’d wager.  They would be able to handle snaking a drain if I asked.”

“I…” Daemon stuttered, promising himself that he was going to paddle Lynesse’s arse red the next time he saw her. “I just wouldn’t have expected you to be old enough to have sons my age.”

A flicker of a smile appeared on her face for just a moment before she replied, saying, “there are more years between Lynesse and me than I would like to admit, I’m afraid.  Anyway, the drain snake is under the sink here.  It’s the tub that’s become terribly clogged, though I don’t think it’s bad enough to call a plumber.”

“It probably isn’t,” Daemon replied. “Most of the time, it’s just hair matted together with conditioner and other products.”

“Well, whatever it is, it was beyond me,” Alerie admitted.

“I should be able to take care of it easily enough,” Daemon said.

“That would be helpful,” she said. “If you run into any problems, I’ll be downstairs.”

With that, she walked back the way they had come, leaving him alone in the bathroom.

“Lynesse probably laughed her spankable little arse off when she texted me,” he mumbled to himself once he was sure that he was alone, shaking his head.

Looking down at the drain, Daemon could see a mass of hair and what looked like glue blocking the holes.  As he turned the tap on a little and watched, water pooled over the drain, but after he turned it off, it took only a minute or so for the water to seep down.  Convinced that it was a simple clog, he fished out the drain snake from under the sink and got to work.  It was rather gross work, truth be told, digging the slimy hair out of the drain, and he was unsurprised that Alerie hadn’t felt like doing it herself.  He had no such issues, however, and it only took him about fifteen minutes to be absolutely sure that he had gotten everything.

As he made his way back down the stairs, Daemon heard the distinct sound of sniffling and saw Alerie sitting in a chair, gazing down at what looked like photographs.

“It’s finished,” he said softly.

“Already?” she asked, wiping her eyes and putting the pictures away.

“I ran the water on full blast for a solid couple minutes without issue,” Daemon replied. “You won’t have to worry about your showers turning into baths anymore.”

“Well, if it was that little work, I feel silly about bringing someone in,” Aleries said, sounding embarrassed.

“Just be glad you didn’t hire an actual plumber,” Daemon said, “and don’t worry about paying me.  It took all of ten minutes.”

“I wouldn’t feel right about that...” Alerie protested.

“I don’t mind, really,” Daemon cut her off. “Coming here was worth it just to see that amazing garden you have out front.”

“That’s sweet of you, but...ahh!” Alerie cried out as she stood up, grabbing her right shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Daemon asked.

“I don’t know what happened,” Alerie said. “I was just standing up, and I think I pulled something.”

“Do you have any ice packs in the freezer?” Daemon asked.

“Yes, there’s a gel one on the door,” Alerie replied.

“Kitchen’s through here?” Daemon asked.  When she nodded, he added, “just sit back, and I’ll go get it.”

He left without another word, finding the large, two-door refrigerator easily enough.  Just as she had said, on the door of the freezer was a gel ice pack encased in a blue sleeve.  Bringing it with him, he returned to Alerie and placed it gently on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said, sounding pained.  “Gods, I’ve gotten old.”

“That kind of thing can happen to anyone,” Daemon replied, trying to reassure her. “Some muscle in there just didn’t get the memo when you tried to move and pulled a bit.  Ice should help with the pain and inflammation, and once it feels better, heat will help it relax.”

“Are you studying medicine?” Alerie asked.

“No,” Daemon replied. “I just know a massage therapist who’s been teaching me a few things.”

“Are you thinking of following in his footsteps?” she asked.

“I hadn’t really considered it,” Daemon replied honestly.  The most thought he had given massage was its bedroom applications, but her question did give him an idea, and he had to consciously keep the sly grin off of his face.  “I have learned a fair bit, though, so maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea.  I could even help with your shoulder if you like.”

“I don’t think that would be entirely appropriate,” Alerie replied.

“I just thought I’d offer,” Daemon said nonchalantly. “You could pay me if it helps.  I might not be willing to take money for a ten-minute drain cleaning, but the two together would be different.”

“I…” Alerie trailed off as she considered his words. “I suppose that would be alright.”

“Okay, it’s just your shoulder, so you don’t need to take off your blouse if you’re uncomfortable, but I will have to heat up the area first,” Daemon said. “I’ll go soak a small cloth in hot water and ring it out thoroughly, then I should be able to work on it.  Do you have any baby oil?”

“Yes, there’s a bottle under the sink in the bathroom upstairs, near where the drain snake was,” Alerie replied.

“Alright, then I’ll go get what I need.” Daemon said, heading back upstairs.

The bottle of baby oil was where she said it would be, and there was a little closet next to the bathroom that he could see folded facecloths in.  Once he had it hot enough to stay that way for a while, he returned downstairs with it and the bottle.  Alerie had put away the ice pack, tied her hair up in a loose bun, and retrieved a folding chair that she was sitting on.

“I figured this would make things easier,” she said when she saw him.

“I hope that wasn’t heavy,” Daemon said.

“It’s quite light,” Alerie replied, “and I used the other arm.”

Daemon felt the irritated shoulder lightly, noticing a little tension but nothing akin to a knot just yet.  When he placed the hot facecloth on it, Alerie let out a little sigh.

“I’m going to leave that there for a minute and let the warmth soak in,” Daemon said. “Once you’ve relaxed a bit, I’ll start on the massage.  It doesn’t feel that bad, really, just tense.”

“It’s hurting less already,” Alerie said.

“Yeah, the ice would have done that much, especially since we got to it so quickly,” Daemon said. “The heat will make it easier to manipulate the muscles and get them to relax again.”

He poured a little oil into his palm and rubbed it between his hands, coating them completely and warming the oil with the heat of his body.  Once he was sure that she had gotten as much out of the hot facecloth as she was going to, he removed it and got to work.

“Ahh,” she sighed softly as he started kneading her tense muscles.

“There,” Daemon said as he gently rubbed his thumb over a tiny little knot close to her neck, “this is the one that you pulled.  It’s small, and it shouldn’t be hard to deal with.”

“Well, what you’re doing already feels marvelous,” Alerie said. “I haven’t had a massage in years.”

“Ashara, the massage therapist I mentioned, would be able to find time for you, I’m sure,” Daemon said.

“Ah,” Alerie said. “I don’t suppose you get a commission for referring new clients to her, do you?”

Daemon chuckled and said, “that’s not something that we’ve discussed.”

He figured Ashara would be grateful, though, and a grateful Ashara could mean so many wonderful things.

“Your shoulder does seem tense,” Daemon added, “beyond the little injury.”

“I imagine that they both are,” Alerie murmured. “Weight of the world and all.”

Daemon moved to her other shoulder to check and found that it was just as tense, albeit without the little knot.  He started massaging both at once and smiled as Alerie let her head droop.  The older woman’s breathing was even, and some of the stress that had been visible in her from the moment he arrived had started to bleed out.  He worked on trying to carefully lengthen the muscle she had pulled, working out the little knot bit by bit.  Once he had done as much as he figured he would be able to, he moved a little higher and started massaging the back of her neck and the base of her skull.

“Uhh,” Alerie moaned before tensing up completely. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Daemon chuckled. “This area always gets me too.  If you suffer from headaches now and then, it’s usually because of tension back here.”

“I have been having headaches lately,” she said quietly. “If you can help with that, you’ll be worth every penny.”

“I imagine that just the distraction will help with that,” Daemon said.

“Distraction?” Alerie asked.

“Forgive me, but you sounded upset when I arrived,” Daemon said.

“Ah, that,” Alerie said, tensing a little under his touch. “I received some bad news.”

“Nothing tragic, I hope,” Daemon said.

“Let’s just say that pulling a muscle just standing up wasn’t the only reminder I got today that I’m getting old,” Alerie spat.

“You hardly seem old,” Daemon scoffed. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was surprised to hear you had kids older than me.”

“You’re very sweet,” Alerie sighed. “Unfortunately, my husband likes them a little younger.  I found out the prick has been sleeping with his secretary.”

Daemon looked over at the manila envelope containing what were clearly pictures and put the pieces together.  She had clearly had her husband investigated and gotten the results before he arrived.

“He’s a fool,” Daemon declared.

“I can’t say his mother didn’t warn me of that,” Alerie said.

“His mother?” Daemon asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh,” Alerie said, as if she had just realized what she said. “She’s never had the highest opinion of her son’s intelligence.”

“Well, I have to say I agree,” Daemon said, undoing the loose knot she had tied her hair in and massaging her scalp gently. “I haven’t known you very long, but you seem kind, sweet, loving, and you’re beautiful.  He truly is a fool for stepping out on you.”

Alerie went still and said, “I want you to leave.”

Daemon took a step back and watched as she stood up and turned around to look at him.

“Do you really?” he asked challengingly.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I’m in no mood for it,” she spat.

“I’m not playing at anything,” Daemon said smoothly. “You’re a beautiful woman married to an idiot.  Is it so difficult to believe that I could be interested?”

“I’m probably older than your mother,” Alerie argued, her eyes widening slightly.

“I like older women,” Daemon said, taking a step forward.

“I’m married,” Alerie stammered.

Daemon took her left hand in his and kissed her diamond ring. “So’s your husband.”

He kissed her palm and continued kissing his way up her arm.  As he did so, Alerie stepped backwards, leading him out of the view of the window until her back was pressed against a wall.  Her pupils were wide, her breathing was heavy, and Daemon noticed as he grasped her wrist that her heart was racing.

“Tell me to leave again, and I will,” Daemon whispered, eyes trained on hers, “or just say yes, and I’ll take you upstairs and take your mind off of everything.”

“Yes,” Alerie said, her voice barely a whisper, and Daemon was on her in an instant.  He captured her lips with his, kissing her chastely to start.  She trembled in his arms, and when he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue, she moaned.  He couldn’t fathom how long it had been since she had sex, but based on her initial reactions, he guessed it had been a while.

Daemon’s hands went to the plump cheeks of Alerie’s arse, and she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively.  Not breaking the kiss for a moment, he carried her carefully up the stairs towards the main bedroom.

“This is so wrong,” Alerie gasped as they ended the kiss to breathe.

“It doesn't feel wrong, though, does it?” Daemon asked, grinning.  Before she could reply, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed along the slender column.

“Oh gods,” she moaned, grinding mindlessly against his hard length through their clothes.

Daemon set her down on the bed and made quick work of his shirt, appreciating Alerie’s lascivious stares as he unveiled his muscular form.

“You like what you see?” he murmured.

“You’re the kind of guy my daughter would bring home,” Alerie replied, her voice breathy.

“Well, why should she have all the fun?” Daemon asked, his hands going to her legs through the long, conservative skirt she was wearing.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve even thought of fun,” Alerie admitted.

“A tragedy I’ll happily help you with,” Daemon chuckled.

Daemon unzipped the skirt and pulled it down her long, toned legs.  As he got a look at the plain cotton panties she was wearing, it occurred to him that she and Lynesse had almost nothing in common.  Where the youngest Hightower woman was a wild, uninhibited thing who delighted in looking sexy and soaking up the attention of men, Alerie was practically a septa by comparison: reserved and proper.  He couldn’t wait to see if she became more wild once he’d gotten her off.

He had to admit that the two women looked unmistakably related, though.  Bottom-heavy and slender, Alerie was in remarkable shape for someone who had apparently had multiple children, though.  As Daemon removed her blouse, he noticed that her belly had a softness to it that Lynesse lacked, but he didn’t mind in the slightest, and removing her bra revealed a pair of small, surprisingly pert breasts that he didn’t waste a moment before descending on.

“Oh, gods!” Alerie cried as he kneaded her breasts and brought one of her hard nipples to his lips. “Gods, it’s been so long!”

“How long do we have before you expect someone home?” Daemon asked.

“Mace will likely be at work long into the evening,” Alerie replied, “and my daughter will probably spend all day at my sister-in-law’s place, so we should have a while.”

“Then I’ll get to take my time,” Daemon rumbled, grinning at how her breath hitched.

He returned to her breasts, worshiping the sensitive mounds and keeping an eye on Alerie’s reactions.  She clenched her eyes shut, holding his head and just delighting in what he was doing to her.  He could have spent hours just teasing her like that, kissing, licking, and playfully nipping at her tits and just enjoying the little gasps and moans she was making, but he doubted that they had that kind of time.  Trailing his way down, he kissed along her soft belly until he reached her clearly sodden underwear.  The white fabric had turned nearly see-through as she soaked it with her arousal.  Alerie squeaked when he placed a kiss on her covered cunt.

“You...you don’t have to do that,” she moaned, sounding bashful.

“I’ve never thought that was true,” he chuckled, peeling her panties off of her pussy and dragging them down her legs.  He parted the full, silver bush with his thumbs and buried his face between her trembling thighs.

“By the gods!” Alerie gasped as he gave her dripping pussy a long lick.

He placed his large hands on her thighs, spreading them wide, her knees pointing wantonly in each direction, and placed a hot kiss on her hooded clit.  She was boiling hot and dripping already, and Daemon slurped up her tangy, earthy juices eagerly.  She let out a shaky sigh and buried her fingers in his hair.  Her thighs flexed and relaxed under his hands, and when he locked his lips onto her hard little clit and started alternating between sucking gently and massaging the nub with his tongue, her shaking got worse.

“Oh gods!” she cried, throwing her head back into her pillow. “Gods, that feels so good!”

Daemon chuckled and let her thighs go, wrapping his hands around her hips to hold her steady as he continued to drive her wild.  He left her clit for a moment, sticking his tongue inside her weeping opening, both to tease her and to taste more of her.  Her breathing was growing faster, and the shaking in her legs, now clenched around his head, was becoming more and more pronounced.  He knew she was getting close already and decided to speed up her ascent to her coming peak.  Bringing two fingers to her pussy, he drove them inside and started feeling for her g-spot.

“Gods...Dae...Daemon, I’m close,” Alerie babbled as he brushed that sensitive spot inside her.

Her words were music to his ears, and he decided to finish her off.  Curling his fingers to press them into her g-spot, he sucked on her clit and flicked his tongue rapidly over the sensitive flesh.  She let out a haggard, wordless cry, and her whole body shook as she came.  He grinned and continued flicking his tongue over her clit and massaging her fluttering cunt with his fingers, drawing out her orgasm more and more.  He backed away from her clit after a few moments, not wanting to overstimulate her, but kept up his fingering.

Alerie’s eyes were closed, and she had reached up to grab the pillow behind her head as her orgasm overwhelmed her.  Her pussy was still spasming around his fingers, and he decided to see if he could keep this going.  Moving up her body, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and sought out her pulse point.  Her eyes fluttered open and widened as she saw him.  He grinned at her and kissed her neck, his fingers never stopping as he frigged her harder and harder.

“Oh gods, I…”  Alerie gasped.

“Cum again for me, Alerie; I know you can,” Daemon whispered in her ear.  “Just let go.”

“GODS!” she screamed, her whole back arching off the bed as she came undone for the second time in a few minutes.  Daemon knew that multiple orgasms weren’t something that all women could experience, but he hoped that Alerie would be as capable as Lynesse.  He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean as Alerie shook and shivered in the aftermath of her climax.

“I...I’ve never,” Alerie tried to say as she panted for breath.

“Never had multiple orgasms in a row?” Daemon asked.

Alerie shook her head, and Daemon kissed her deeply, taking her in his arms.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss eagerly.  When he pulled back, he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and gave her a crooked grin.

“It’s not the easiest thing to coax out of a woman, but with the right guy, it’s possible,” he said softly.

“You’re a dangerous man, Daemon,” Alerie shuddered.

“So I’ve heard,” he laughed. “I’m also an overdressed one, so give me a second to fix that.”

He backed away and undid his belt before pulling his pants down to let his turgid length spring free.  If he had thought the look on Alerie’s face when he got that second orgasm out of her had been funny, it had nothing on how she looked when she saw his cock.

“It’s huge!” she exclaimed.

“I’m a bit bigger than most,” Daemon said.

“You’re too cocky to pull off looking humble,” Alerie said dryly, sitting up to take him in her hand. “Gods above, my fingers don’t even touch.”

“It’ll fit,” he assured her.

Alerie scoffed and said, “I’ve had children, Daemon.  I know you’ll fit.”

“I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Daemon laughed.

He kissed her and led her onto her back again, positioning himself between her legs.  He rubbed his length along her sweltering cunt, wetting his cock with her slickness.  She moaned into his mouth as he teased her, bucking her hips up to meet his.  He might have teased her further, but he had been aching hard for a while by that point and desperately wanted to bury himself inside her.  Taking his cock in hand, he lined himself up and pushed forward, sinking into her depths.

“Gods, Daemon,” Alerie groaned as he filled her, her nails already digging into his back.

He sank inside her with a single, slow thrust, burying every last inch of his cock in her soaking wet pussy.  As their pelvises touched, Daemon groaned at how good she felt.  He didn’t know if women just recovered from childbirth better than every bad joke he had ever heard about loose pussies would have suggested, or if it was just how big his cock was, but he had yet to fuck a woman who didn’t feel wonderfully snug around him.  Alerie was the oldest and seemed to have had at least as many children as Cersei, and Daemon honestly couldn’t say that she felt any less incredible for it.

“In...incredible,” Alerie gasped, snaking her arms around his neck.

Daemon quickly found a steady rhythm as he started fucking Alerie.  He had no reason to believe that Alerie was into or even had experience with particularly rough sex, so he moved in and out of her without urgency or aggression.  Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she rocked her hips in time with his, a cacophony of breathy little moans and gasps spilling from her lips.  Her breasts swayed gently across her chest as they moved together.  It was the slowest sex he had ever had, but he couldn’t say that it wasn’t wonderful, as he enjoyed the sensations of her hot, wet silk around his cock.

“Oh gods, More!” she cried, bucking up towards him with greater urgency, and he did as she asked, speeding up and moving a little more powerfully.

Alerie’s face was awash with pleasure as he sped up, and her arms left his neck so she could grasp the pillow behind her.  Daemon ground into her on every full thrust, stimulating her clit, and tried to find one of those spots deep inside her that he knew she’d adore.  When he finally felt that familiar sensation of his glans sinking inside a little pocket, he knew he’d found it, though the sharp pleasured cry it earned him could have said it all.

“Gods above, what is that?” Alerie asked, bewildered.

“Something very, very good,” Daemon murmured in her ear.

Having found her fornix, Daemon wasted no time, picking up his pace and fucking her with long, deep thrusts.  Alerie’s eyes widened, and her moans grew louder as she raced towards her peak.  She had clearly never experienced this kind of deep fucking before, and she was quickly overwhelmed by the new sensations.  Daemon was getting pretty close himself, having not cum in hours.

“More, more, more,” she chanted, her voice increasingly strained.  “GODS YES!”

With that last scream, she came undone, squirting around his cock as she writhed in his arms.  It was too much for Daemon, who joined her in ecstasy with a roar.  Her inner muscles milked him of every drop of his seed.  The two of them rode out the waves of their climax together until it finally passed, and Daemon was able to roll over onto his back.

“That was amazing,” he gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’ve never...felt anything...like that,” Alerie managed to get out between gasps.

Daemon turned over and lazily curled a strand of hair around his finger, smiling down at her.

“Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll show you what else you’ve never felt before,” he said seductively.

“A couple minutes?” she asked, looking down at his half-hard length and licking her lips.

“You did say that we had a while before anyone would be home,” Daemon said, grinning wickedly.

Alerie just stared at him and gulped, as aware as he was that they were in for a long afternoon.  Not that she was complaining.

*****

Daemon wandered down the stairs a couple of hours later, freshly showered and whistling to himself.  Alerie had decided that she wanted to take a nap after their sexual marathon, and he decided to show himself out.  He had no idea if she would be willing to make this a regular thing like his affairs with Ashara, Cersei, and Lynesse had turned into, but if she was, he was down.  The older beauty had been a great deal of fun.

“Daemon?” a young, distinctly female voice shocked him out of his thoughts, and he looked down to see Margaery standing by the front door with her cousin Desmera.

“Margaery?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” she replied, sounding bemused. “What’s your excuse?”

On the wall by her head was a family picture he hadn’t noticed before.  Alerie was standing there, next to her husband, whom he recognized as the guy who owned the biggest plant nursery in the city, and their four children.  He couldn’t recall the names of the older two, but Loras and Margaery he recognized.  He had known Margarey for years, and he had just fucked her mother.

“I, uh...your mum needed her pipes cleaned,” he replied, before realizing what he had just said.

“What?!” Margarey asked

“The drain in your parents bathroom was clogged,” Daemon explained.

“Oh, that,” Margaery said. “You’re doing plumbing jobs now?”

“Not really,” Daemon replied. “I’ve been doing work for your aunt Lynesse, and she recommended me.  It wasn’t exactly a big job.”

“Why is your hair wet?” Desmera asked.

“Shit!”  he thought to himself before saying the first thing that came to mind. “I had to test the drain to make sure that I had gotten everything, and didn’t see that the shower diverter was up.  It’ll dry in the sun.”

“Where’s Aunt Alerie now?” Desmera asked.

“She had a headache and went to lie down,” Daemon replied. “I was just on my way out.”

“We should catch up some time,” Margaery said. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, some other time,” Daemon said. “Marge, I’m really sorry about...everything.”

“You, of all people, don’t have to say that,” Margaery said. “I’ll see you around, Daemon.”

“Marge is right,” Desmera said, running a hand down his arm. “We should catch up some time.”

If he hadn’t just gotten laid, he might have tried to come onto her, but Daemon was tired and just wanted to go.

“I’ll see you two later,” he said as he left.

Walking through the rose garden, Daemon breathed a sigh of relief.  Getting caught in the house of a married woman he had fucked was bad enough, but learning just who he had slept with had been another thing entirely.

Alerie Tyrell.

He shook his head and berated himself mentally for not even looking at the pictures on the wall.  Learning that she was Margaery’s mother might not have stopped him, but at least he wouldn’t have been caught so off guard.  He just had to hope that he had covered up his shock well enough.  He somehow doubted that her mother sleeping with one of her classmates would have been Margarey’s first guess, at any rate.

Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and noticed a few missed calls and texts, but the one that stood out most was from Lynesse.  Opening it, he saw that about a half an hour after he had arrived at Alerie’s, she had sent him a laughing emoji.  Chuckling to himself, he called her.

“Daemon?” she asked the second she answered.

“Are you alone?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” Lynesse replied.

“You’re a very bad girl,” Daemon growled, making her burst out laughing.

“How far in did you figure out that I hadn’t set you up with her?” Lynesse asked, amusement clear in her voice.

“About the time she told me that if they were home, she would have gotten one of her sons to take care of the problem,” Daemon said dryly.

He moved the phone away from her ear as she laughed loudly.

“Oh gods, the look on your face must have been priceless,” Lynesse giggled.

“I’m going to take you over my knee the next time I see you,” Daemon warned her.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Lynesse said.

“You really are incorrigible,” Daemon sighed.

“I hope you’re not really upset,” Lynesse said.

“I’m not,” Daemon chuckled. “It could have gone poorly, though, and I know Margaery.”

“Really?” Lynesse asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, she used to date my dickhead cousin,” Daemon said.

“Oh, he’s the ginger prick who dumped her,” Lynesse said. “Alerie told me about it.”

“Sums him up pretty well,” Daemon said.

“Well, if you want some help with those big, blue balls of yours, Jorah’s working late again tonight,” Lynesse purred.

Before he could stop himself, Daemon said, “my balls aren’t all that blue, actually.”

“What do…” Lynesse went to say before going silent. “No way!”

Daemon froze, unsure of what to do.

“Daemon,” Lynesse said quietly, “if you’re seriously telling me that you fucked my stick-in-the-mud, saintly sister, you cannot fathom the things I’m going to do you when you get here.”

Lynesse didn’t sound angry at all; in fact, he didn’t think that he’d ever heard her sound hornier, but Daemon was still wary of confirming her suspicions.

“Lynesse, I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he said noncommittally.

“Daemon, she’s married, like for real,” Lynesse said. “I’m not going to tell a soul if you did.”

“Including her?” Daemon asked.

“Including her,” Lynesse confirmed.

“Well, I suppose I could tell you the story,” Daemon mused.

“Daemon,” Lynesse whined, sounding years younger than she really was.

“Consider making you wait until I see you payback for the pipe cleaning joke,” Daemon said.

“Well, hurry then,” she huffed, hanging up.

Daemon shook his head and laughed as he put his phone away and made his way over to meet up with what would be the third woman he had fucked that day.