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Jaehaera has always known that Aegon is overprotective of her, if her frequent spankings for behaving like a normal teenage girl weren’t evidence enough. It just hasn’t been her year, and she is only three months into being sixteen. So far, Jaehaera has been found with adderall, caned for taking it, been spanked over her father’s knee for going out to a party with Daenaera, kissed her cousin (who looks suspiciously like her father), been paddled for kissing said cousin, and been made a display of at an ice cream parlor.
Jaehaera is dreaming of this now, of being on her father’s lap, being fed ice cream as if she were a toddler. She squirms in her pink sheets, the silken duvet rolling off her body. Jaehaera bucks her hips into the sheets, trying desperately to get some friction in her sleep. Aegon has caught her like this before, hands clutching her sheets in her slumber. He has often thought the best way to wake her up is to lap at her cunt until she releases. She whines as she dreams of Aegon licking her cunt, soft begging as she mumbles into the pillow. “Daddy… daddy… more, please…” She’s always well behaved and polite, well, only really with Aegon and his friends. She always remembers to say “please” and “thank you, Daddy” to her father, she remembers it even in her sleep. She feels his phantom tongue lapping at her and says a little “thank you” in her sleep. She feels the familiar build up in her belly, the way it feels like there is a coil about to snap and she just has to be pushed over the edge. She bucks her hips one last time, and she feels a familiar wetness slide down her thighs, the gushing of her cunt, but she doesn’t feel nearly as satisfied as normal.
Jaehaera wakes up in frustration, about to whine to Aegon that she doesn’t feel good. She turns around and looks down between her thighs, but her father is not there. Jaehaera starts tearing up when it dawns on her: she’s wet the bed. The gushing she felt was piss, not cum, and all of a sudden she doesn’t feel good at all. She checks her phone and sees that it is 3 AM. Judging by the fact that Aegon is not in bed with her, she can guess that he’s downstairs in the study, drinking scotch and working or has fallen asleep at his desk. She has half a mind to strip her sheets… But then what? She doesn’t know how to run a laundry machine. She’s not even entirely sure where the laundry room is. And she does not want to tell the maids she had pissed herself in her sleep. Yes, the staff has cleaned up Jaehaera’s accidents before, but those typically happened from stress after a very loud punishment from Aegon. Not in her sleep, like a literal toddler. She tugs off her soaked pajama shorts and walks down the stairs, bottomless. It’s not like anyone besides Aegon is awake to see her.
Jaehaera sniffles as she walks down the stairs. She can’t believe this has happened. She prides herself on being put together, on being perfect. Why must the gods be against her? She knows that Aegon will help. She also knows how much he will tease her for this. She wipes her eyes and pushes the heavy door to Aegon’s study open. Thank god, he’s still awake. He has his headphones in and is sipping scotch while he talks to someone in god knows what part of the world. She listens to him chuckle, “No– if you sign, we’ll definitely make it worth your while.”
Aegon’s eyes flash up to Jaehaera and he gives her a quizzical look. She’s in only her pajama top. He pauses the call and beckons her over. “Did you have a nightmare, sweet girl?” Jaehaera mutely shakes her head. Aegon tries to pull her into his lap but she looks at the ground and shakes her head, pointing down at her legs, shifting from foot to foot. Aegon’s eyes widen and his mouth forms a silent “o” as he realizes what exactly has happened here. He tugs her into his lap anyway.
“I gotta get off the phone now, you think about that proposal. Got to take care of my daughter, she just woke up. Yeah– Yeah. Goodbye.”
Aegon takes in the sight of his darling daughter, naked from the waist down. He presses a gentle kiss to her head as he rocks her back and forth. “What happened, little girl?” Jaehaera just cuddles into Aegon’s chest, murmuring through tears, “‘m messy, Daddy… don’t like it.” Aegon chuckles, “Yes. I can see that you are messy. But why?”
Jaehaera gives a small shrug as she hiccups. She tries to compose herself, but is clearly failing and falling apart completely. She mumbles softly. “Dunno… was dreaming about you feeding me on your lap the other day.” Aegon laughs, kissing her head again, the sight of her being so teary endearing to him. “What I’m hearing is my daughter got so worked up by the thought of Daddy feeding her, she lost all control and wet the bed. Am I understanding that correctly?” Jaehaera nods.
Aegon ruffles her hair again and picks her up. “It’s a good thing we’re on the same page, then. Let’s get my pretty girl all cleaned up and ready to go back to bed.” Jaehaera whines into his chest, trying to hide even though there is literally no one there to see them. She clings to him, wrapping her legs around his midsection like a koala.
Aegon can feel Jaehaera’s piss seep into his slacks, he doesn’t much care, he was going to buy some more clothes anyway. And he doesn’t find it gross. He finds himself wanting to lick her clean. But knowing Jaehaera, she would fuss and fight it because she thinks it is too weird.
Aegon is bouncing Jaehaera in his arms as he runs her bath. It is as if she weighs nothing to him. It makes Jaehaera feel so small, which, in comparison to him, she is. Jaehaera whines embarrassedly as Aegon teases her. “Messy girl. Like a little baby, hm?” He pours a bubble mixture into the tub and gently sets her down there. Jaehaera buries her face in her hands. Great. Aegon would bring this up for years to come. She already knows this is going to turn into an “aw, remember when you wet the bed at sixteen years old– how precious!” sort of situation. Jaehaera just wants some normalcy as Aegon strips her sheets and barks at a maid over the intercom. “Jaehaera needs new bedding. Immediately!”
Jaehaera whispers as Aegon scrubs her, sitting on a chair next to the tub. “Who were you talking to on the phone, Daddy?” Aegon sighs and runs a hand through his silver-gold hair. “Just a business associate in fucking Dorne– with timezones this was the only time I could talk to him so I had to be up late. It’s lucky I was awake though, otherwise you may just have had to sleep in your wet sheets.” Jaehaera grumbles. She does not want to be reminded that she just did that. She’s trying to get her mind off of it. Aegon presses a glass bottle to her lips as she lounges in the tub.
“Drink.”
Jaehaera obeys. Of course she does. She sips her water without complaint, her tears finally drying on her face. Aegon ruffles her hair. “It’s nothing to cry about, darling girl. I’ve cleaned you up after accidents thousands of times. This isn’t any different.” She scoffs, “It kind of is. I’m sixteen!” Aegon just laughs as he presses another kiss to her hair “six, sixteen, or sixty, you’re still my little girl. And your body isn’t letting you forget it!” Jaehaera reddens even more, if that is possible. No, her body is not letting her forget. She will always need her daddy. It is just a fact of life.
Aegon hoists Jaehaera out of the bath, wrapping her in a soft pink bathrobe. He sits her down on the chair in front of her vanity, taking a comb to her long hair. It is a practiced routine, one he’s done for her every night after a bath. He’s an expert at it by now, remembering to hold the hair to minimize feeling to the roots as Jaehaera has a tender scalp. He runs product through her hair as he smirks. “So you didn’t cum then, did you?” Jaehaera shakes her head petulantly. “No, Daddy… thought I was gonna but then I woke up wet.” Aegon leans down to let his warm, scotch soaked breath ghost over her ear. “Well, we’re gonna have to remedy that, aren’t we, darling girl?” Jaehaera squeezes her thighs together and nods fervently. She hears the rich sound of Aegon’s laugh again. She basks in it.
Aegon gently takes her bathrobe from her form, spreading Jaehaera out on her bed and taking various different body butters and oils to her, all vanilla scented, as it is Aegon’s favorite smell. Jaehaera has grown to favor it over time, but that’s only because her father slathers her in the stuff.
Aegon rubs the cream into her thighs as kneels in front of her, letting his breath tickle her cunt. Jaehaera’s arousal grows as she begins to rock against thin air, desperate for anything Aegon will give her. He teases gently, “Good things come to those who wait, Jae.” That makes her whine. She glares down at him. “And when have you ever been patient, Daddy. You’re being such a hypocrite!”
Jaehaera’s protestations are cut awfully short by a loud slap to her freshly moisturized ass. Aegon tuts at her, shaking his head while pinching her bottom. “You’re awfully ungrateful for a little girl who just made her father get off a business call to clean her up because she couldn’t control her bladder . She flushes again and whimpers, looking down at her feet. “Sorry, Daddy…” Aegon sees the humiliation etched on Jaehaera’s face. He shakes his head gently and plants a kiss to her thigh. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for except questioning me.”
Aegon dresses Jaehaera in a nightgown, her body sticky with the amount of body butter and oil he's drowned her in. He presses her into the sheets, finally removing his slacks and dress shirt, tossing them into Jaehaera’s bathroom. The maid will come and pick it up later. The bedding has changed, and now has pink bows instead of the floral pattern from earlier. Neither of them heard the maid coming in, but they were laying on the proof of it.
Jaehaera grabs onto Aegon’s shoulders desperately, but he simply turns her around. “Grab the headboard, pretty girl.” Jaehaera whines, arousal seeping out of her every pore. She feels Aegon ruck the skirt of her pajamas up, and she buries her face into the plush upholstery. She feels the small bit of pudge he carries on his stomach press against her back as he lines himself up with her cunt.
Aegon wraps an arm around Jaehaera’s middle, pressing into her with all the fervor in his body. He buries his face in her hair, keeping her steady as he rocks against her, making sure he hits that spot that makes Jaehaera go completely mindless. He normally reserves this for when she has studied too hard, but she is stressed now and desperate times call for desperate measures. He reaches his hand down to thumb her clit. He chuckles against her hair. “Oh, sweet girl. Daddy’s sweet, messy , girl. I’ve got you. What, you think your cousin could take care of you like this?”
Of course. Of course he has to bring up cousin Aegon. He’s been non-stop hammering into Jaehaera’s head that her cousin is a good for nothing, dirtbag, teenage boy, who’s never going to be able to take care of her the way that her daddy can. And now, as Jaehaera is at her most vulnerable, is the perfect time. Aegon kisses the back of her head as she nods, whining, only able to think of her own pleasure at the moment. “Yesss, yes, Daddy! Only you take care of me!” He nods proudly, growling. “You’re goddamn right I do. Don’t you fucking forget it, little girl. Don’t you fucking forget who takes care of you and cleans your messes and pays for all your shit. Me. I do.”
Jaehaera feels white hot pleasure overtake her as she falls apart on Aegon’s cock, liquid coating him as he fucks her through her orgasm. He slides her so that her head is buried in the pillow, no longer holding herself up. He just wants to get her to another orgasm, to that beautiful point of tears where all that exists is Daddy and Jae. And he’ll get her there. He hunches over her as he bullies her cunt, breath coming out in warm puffs of air. Jaehaera isn’t even speaking anymore, just closes her eyes while whining incoherently.
When Jaehaera cums for the second time, she feels warm tears stream down her face and the clench of her “flower” as Aegon makes her call it, she blacks out. Aegon withdraws, his cum leaking out of Jaehaera and leaving her freshly washed thighs sticky. He doesn’t want to deal with the ordeal of changing the bedspread again, so he cups his hand around her sex, keeping her hips lifted and ready to be cleaned. He grabs a pack of baby wipes from the nightstand and uses it to wipe down Jaehaera’s cunt. He soothes her whines of discomfort with gentle kisses to her forehead as he turns her back over, sliding the fabric of her nightgown to cover her bottom. Aegon doesn’t bother with grabbing pajamas from his room, just lets his cock soften against her back as he drapes them both in the duvet. He kisses her head one more time before falling asleep.
Jaehaera sleeps peacefully, the feeling of Aegon’s arms around her comforting and secure.
The alarm wakes Jaehaera at 7, giving her enough time to get ready for her 8:30 class. Aegon is already climbing out of bed, pulling back the comforters to wake Jaehaera up. Below her is a small, but not unnoticeable patch of wetness. And not the type that comes with an aroused little girl, either. Aegon cocks a brow. He whispers to Jaehaera. “Sweet girl… It looks like you had another accident.” Jaehaera’s eyes fly open as she whines, realizing what happened. “What the hell? Twice in one night??”
Aegon can’t help but smile, remembering a young Jaehaera crying after waking up in wet sheets. He ruffles her hair. “Don’t sweat it, darling girl. It’s perfectly normal. It’s fine.” And Jaehaera just grimaces, “In what world is it normal or fine to wet the bed at my age, Daddy? It’s not fine!”
Aegon rolls his eyes. He pets her face, trying to soothe her as best as he can. He kisses her lips and slides his tongue into her mouth. Jaehaera whines as he withdraws. “I’ve had you taken to the doctors to check for every possible disease and mental ailment, little love. You just seem to have a bit of a small bladder and an anxiety problem. It’ll be fine.”
Aegon says that she will be fine with such confidence, Jaehaera has no choice but to believe him. She’s not going to argue with him. Aegon sighs gently, as if placating a five year old. “Would it make you feel better if I dressed you today, darling? Would it ease your mind?” Aegon pays no heed to the fact that Jaehaera hasn’t responded, as he’s already picking out her clothes. It soothes his mind. It assuages the anger in his heart he still has at her for cavorting with his nephew. It’s been weeks, and still he thinks of it everyday.
Aegon picks out Jaehaera’s uniform, along with a lacy light pink bra and a pair of pink, cotton, hello kitty underwear. This does nothing to Jaehaera but confirms to her that Aegon still sees her in part as a toddler, and her bedwetting twice in one night has done nothing to combat his vision. She kicks her feet, waiting for Aegon to come and dress her.
“Arms up.”
A simple command, but still one that makes Jaehaera blush anytime her father uses it. She whines but raises her arms in reluctant surrender. Aegon snaps her bra in place, then applies her deodorant, and maneuvers her so that she is inside her button up shirt. She looks up at the ceiling, willing this mortifying ordeal to pass already.
Aegon holds up the Hello Kitty panties, grinning as he does. It’s teasing, good natured on his part, but embarrassing all the same. He waves them in front of Jaehaera. “Now aren’t these just precious . Someone with very good taste must have bought them for you.”
Aegon gets quite a good laugh about how he picks out all of Jaehaera’s undergarments. He likes to make a big show of it too. She remembers one time he was shopping in Selfridges and was papped choosing lingerie for her, though obviously the tabloids didn’t realize that the lace in his hands were for his daughter, and not some mystery lover. Jaehaera remembers looking at twitter, rolling her eyes as people speculated who exactly Aegon was buying crotchless panties for. She remembers going on twitter and responding back to someone who speculated they were for Cassandra Baratheon. She got enraged and tweeted back on her alternate account: Cassandra Baratheon is a dumb whore and Aegon Targaryen would never have his cock within a mile of her used up cunt. That stormy bitch.
Jaehaera twirls her hair around her fingers, avoiding eye contact as Aegon slides her panties on. They don’t even have time for a quickie now, and Jaehaera thinks it best not to get too worked up about the thought of her father inside her again. Aegon pats her bottom. “Go. Eat your breakfast. I’ll pack your backpack.” Aegon packs the usual, her makeup bag, her feminine kit, perfume, her laptop and books, and in the front pocket, he sends a plastic bag with another pair of identical Hello Kitty underwear, just in case, he thinks. Aegon knows his daughter well.
Aegon drops the bag on the dining table and gives Jaehaera a kiss on her head. He breathes in the sweet smell of her perfume, one he gave her on a trip to Essos. “Have a good day, sweet girl. Daddy loves you. I’ll be there to pick you up at 3.” Jaehaera nods and finishes her tea. “Love you! See you later.” She rushes to pick her bag up and dashes out the door and into the limousine. She rolls up the partition and begins to touch herself through her panties, thinking of Aegon.
Within twenty minutes, they arrive at Westeros Prep, and Jaehaera reluctantly removes her hand from her flower. She licks her fingers, like Aegon always makes her do to his after they’ve been inside her. Jaehaera gets out of the car and heads to first period.
Aegon sits at his study desk, wondering about Jaehaera and hoping she doesn’t have an accident at school, without him to clean her up. He’s half tempted to go down there and make sure she doesn’t forget to use the bathroom, make her show him that she’ll go on time. Kiss her tear soaked cheeks and tell her it’s okay. He palms his cock and groans. He gets on google spreadsheets and makes a new sheet. “Jaehaera’s Potty Records.” He snickers to himself, knowing his daughter will bristle at the name. But oh well, that’s what happens to little girls who can’t control their bladders. He shares the spreadsheet with his secretary and Jaehaera. He decides to text Jaehaera. He goes to the pinned message labeled “Sweet Girl.” He types out a message: “I just shared a spreadsheet with you. I need you to update it every hour with confirmation you’ve both used the restroom and drank an adequate amount of water. Do not attempt to lie to me. We both know how that will turn out.” Then, he messages his secretary: “I assume you have already seen the document I’ve shared with you. I expect for you to treat it with the same discretion you treat any other work document. I need you to monitor it for any abnormalities ie: Jaehaera doesn’t record bathroom usage for three hours, and then alert me.”
Aegon’s secretary responds within seconds. She messages back. “Yes, Mr. Targaryen. I have received the document. I will be monitoring it.” Jaehaera chose this particular secretary because she was plain and unattractive, and she wanted to be the only pretty thing that Aegon has immediate access to.
Jaehaera walks with Daenaera to snack, she decides to check her phone and her face goes fully pink when she sees Aegon’s message. He cannot be serious… right? But then again, when it came to Jaehaera, Aegon was always serious. And Jaehaera does know the consequences of lying to her father, she has become well acquainted with them. She would not like to meet them again for quite some time. She texts Aegon back. “This is absolutely unnecessary.” Aegon responds quicker than she had expected: “I will decide what is and isn’t necessary for my daughter who doesn’t even seem to realize when she has to use the bathroom.”
Jaehaera rolls her eyes and goes back to talking with Daenaera. Cousin Aegon sees the pair and sidles up to Jaehaera, wrapping an arm around her. “Hey, Cousin. Are you finally gonna speak to me again?” Jaehaera goes cold. This is a bad idea. She’s gotten caned and paddled because of her cousin, but… it’s not like Daddy has cameras in the school, right? She huffs and nods. “Fine. Whatever.”
Jaehaera pats down her pleated skirt as she sits on the cafeteria bench, her head on cousin Aegon’s shoulder, across from Daenaera, who has clearly become the third wheel at this point. Then Aegon makes a particularly funny joke about his dad, Daemon. Jaehaera bursts into laughter. “By the gods, Aegon!” Jaehaera and Aegon double over laughing, until of course, she feels a familiar wetness again. She must be cursed. Fuck. Thankfully, when she scrambles to get up, there’s hardly anything left on the seat. Jaehaera looks at her cousin embarrassedly, “Sorry, lady problems. I’ll be back from the bathroom in a few.”
Jaehaera hurries off to the restroom, grabbing her backpack and is immediately texting Aegon. It happens before she even registers sending the text to her father. He’s going to tease her, yes, but he also always knows what to do, at least regarding her. The message reads: “Daddy, please respond. It happened again and I’m at school and I feel like crying.”
Aegon feels his heart almost break when he receives the message. He doesn’t want Jaehaera to cry in the school bathroom. That is any parent’s worst nightmare, not being there to comfort their child when they are scared. He texts back immediately. “Take a deep breath and drink some water. Check the front pocket of your bag. It has a change of underwear and some baby wipes too in case there was more of a mess. Do you need to be picked up? We could go and get you a milkshake or something and watch a movie.”
Jaehaera breathes a sigh of relief when Aegon messages her that there is a change in her bag. Thank the gods for his overprotective, overbearing nature. She goes into the handicap stall and changes her underwear, wiping her thighs and cunt with the baby wipes that Aegon had packed her. She hates and loves that he anticipated this. She messages back. “No, Daddy. I’m okay. Thanks for the change. See you at three.”
Aegon really thinks he should go and pick Jaehaera up early. It’s only ten in the morning though, and Jaehaera said she could go till three. He’ll pick her up in an hour. His girl probably needs some TLC from her daddy. She better not be getting it from anywhere else. He knows she’s been a good girl lately, though, and he knows that she knows better than to talk to her cousin… right?
Aegon calls up his younger brother, Daeron. Daeron makes all the artistic and marketing decisions at Targcorp. Aegon himself is horrible at art, so he’s quite happy to use Daeron for all the motifs and logos. He spins around in his chair. “Little brother! How have you been? I heard you fucked some girl in a park last week!” Daeron laughs through the phone as Aegon brings it up “In my defense, I didn’t realize there were photographers around.” Aegon cannot stop giggling. “Props to you then. Listen, I need you to make a poster board for me.” Daeron hums “Oh? Does Jaehaera have another art project she needs to cheat through?”
Aegon chuckles. Daeron knows him well. He takes a gulp of his scotch before responding, “No. Not an art project. I basically need you to make a big chart with pink paper. I want there to be calligraphy writing out ‘Jaehaera’s Potty Chart.’” Daeron laughs. He grins so wide it can be heard through the phone. “Is my little niece having trouble controlling her bladder, then?” Aegon sighs “Yeah. She wet herself twice last night and just did at school. Needless to say, I feel a more creative approach is in order.” Daeron hums. “I get it. I’ll have it at your place within the hour.”
Aegon checks his phone and sees that it is still only 10:20. He gets on a work call and keeps checking his watch. “Right. I want their shares seized. I don’t care how it gets done. Just do it. Alright?”
Aegon tells one of the maids that his brother will be sending over a posterboard and to hang it in the corner of Jaehaera’s room, and to send someone to buy stickers. They should be here before he gets back. He gets into his Porsche and drives way over the speed limit to Jaehaera’s school. He is there in ten minutes. He goes into the office and leans over the desk.
“I’m here to sign my daughter, Jaehaera, out.”
Aegon picking Jaehaera up from school early has been so common that the office attendants know immediately what he’s there for, before he even speaks. Typically, he just waits in the car for Jaehaera to come out of school, but he wants to see his daughter immediately. He just wants to wrap her up in a hug and tell her that Daddy is there and she’s okay and perfectly normal.
Aegon’s violet eyes narrow into slits when he sees his nephew walking Jaehaera into the office. Fucking seriously? This little girl never learns. Jaehaera quickly shrugs her cousin’s arm off her when she sees Aegon waiting, hands on his hips. “Oh– Hi, Daddy… I thought you were waiting in the car.” Aegon bites out. “Well, I just thought after your little accident , I would walk you to the car. But it seems that your cousin is being such a gentleman. Then again, what else could I expect from one of Nyra’s sweet boys ?”
Jaehaera shivers and the younger Aegon goes cold. Her father is clearly pissed, but Jaehaera knows Aegon would never punish her after she’s wet herself. She knows though that the comment about her “little accident” was his way of shaming and punishing her. She looks down at her mary janes, the frilly socks that Aegon slid over her feet this morning.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
Aegon rolls his eyes, pulling her over to him. “It’s alright, darling girl. It’s fine.” Jaehaera can tell he’s being more forgiving than usual because he’s worried about her. She hums softly. Aegon glares at his nephew, a mirror image of himself when he was that age, with a boyish grin, the same silver-gold hair, and gleaming violet eyes, though perhaps less debauched than himself. “Well? Run along, sweet boy . I’ve collected my daughter. You may go.”
Aegon tugs Jaehaera into the car and deposits her in the passenger seat. He taps the steering wheel and makes a show of lightly smacking his face into it, emphasizing his exasperation. “And what have I told you about that damned cousin of yours, Jaehaera? He’s no good.” Jaehaera whines. “You don’t even know him! He feels like you hate him and you’re his uncle!” Something gleams in Aegon’s eyes at the last word, and he breathes out. “I do know him. I do hate him. He should have never even been born.”
That makes Jaehaera shut up. Aegon looks angry. And while Aegon has never been too harsh to her in anger, he has to pretty much everyone else. He pets Jaehaera’s head as he coos. “You’re so innocent, Jae. So perfect. But I know what boys your age are like. Half-cousin or not.” Jaehaera just nods. If today has proven anything, it is that Aegon knows better than her. She sighs, “I understand, Daddy.”
Aegon smiles. “That’s good. I know my sweet little girl always understands. My precious, pretty girl. Daddy’s got something for you when we go home.” Jaehaera lights up with glee, maybe Aegon bought her more diamonds? Either way, all she needs to do is ask him, and whatever she wants will magically fall into her lap.”Oooh, what is it? Tell me, please, Daddy!”
Aegon just chuckles. “It’s a surprise, precious. But Daddy’s gonna have a lot of fun with it, and you will too.”
Aegon and Jaehaera arrive back at the estate: Targaryen Hall. It’s one of the many pieces of inheritance that Aegon won from Rhaenyra in the lawsuit after Viserys died. The legal battle was hell, but Alicent said that in his final moments, Viserys made it quite clear who he wanted the majority of his assets to go to: His oldest son, Aegon. Aegon keeps a hand on the small of Jaehaera’s back, pushing her into their home. He guides her up the stairs, a knowing glint in his eyes as Jaehaera tries to guess the surprise.
When Aegon pushes open the door to Jaehaera’s room, he grins as Jaehaera’s eyes immediately fall upon the chart. Daeron had done it perfectly. It is the perfect blend of infantile and teasing. It has a margin with rewards and punishments for Jaehaera, as well as the columns “I’m a big girl! I stayed dry all day!” “I stayed dry all night!” and “Couldn’t stay dry.” The chart was big enough to be used for at least two months. Aegon is going to have to invite Daeron over to watch a “potty training session” as a little thank you.
Jaehaera immediately whines. “You’re kidding me. Tell me that you’re kidding!” Aegon just shakes his head, “No, darling girl. But I think you’ll enjoy it.” Jaehaera continues to whine and grumble and pout as Aegon begins undressing her. He presses a bottle of water to Jaehaera’s lips. “Drink.” And once more, like the Daddy’s girl she is, Jaehaera drinks.
Aegon pushes Jaehaera down on the bed, laying on his stomach, her thighs by his ears. He spreads her so wide she can feel the stretch, his hands pinning his baby into the bed. Jaehaera immediately threads her hands through Aegon’s hair. She mumbles softly. “Wait– ‘m mad at you-” Jaehaera moans “You’re treating me like a baby!” Aegon huffs into her cunt. “You are a baby. My baby.”
Aegon presses his fingers into Jaehaera alongside his tongue, knowing what he’s doing. He’s more experienced in his daughter’s body than he was with any woman he had been with before she flowered. He’s waiting for the drop. For the taste of brackishness mixed with honey on his tongue. He has a point to prove. And he won’t rest until he’s proven himself.
Aegon nips at Jaehaera’s clit and kisses it as he feels her body begin to shake, her cries music to his ears “Daddy! Please! More! ‘m sorry for talking to cousin! Please, please, please!”
Aegon feels the wetness of his face. Jaehaera tastes so sweet. And then she’s whining, and crying as she continues to coat his face. Aegon moans, lapping it all up. “You need to go potty, Jae? Go on Daddy’s face. Go on. You can do it.”
Jaehaera’s stream of squirt quickly turns into piss. It covers the comforters and Aegon’s face and hair and the collar of his dress shirt. He laps it up more, half feral and desperate. “Fuck– Precious girl.”
Aegon presses small kisses to her cunt, worshiping it, completely drenched in her fluids. Jaehaera whines as Aegon hoists her to sit upright, coaxing her to stand. He kisses her forehead. “C’mon, pretty girl. You know what to do. You’re a smart girl, I know you know what to do.”
Aegon dries his hands off and peels a sticker from the pack, handing it to Jaehaera. She shakily takes it, letting Aegon guide her over to the chart that uncle Daeron made just for her. Jaehaera whines, “Don’t wanna!” Aegon laughs softly. “Come on, precious girl.”
Jaehaera takes a deep breath as she leans over the chart, and presses the frowny face sticker to the “couldn’t stay dry” column. Maybe tomorrow will be different.