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Helaena is having a rough day. That’s how this all started, anyway. School is hell on Earth and she felt like crying anytime she thought about math or history or whatever subject she was in at the time. She knows that she only has to make one text, one single, solitary text to her father. She knows Daemon would be there in a heartbeat, but it’s only 11, not even halfway through the school day and Helaena just wants to curl up and cry from overstimulation. The only thing that is keeping her sane is her twin, Aemond, and even he’s being kind of annoying. Thankfully, Daemon seems to have a sixth sense for this. He texts Helaena. “Hi, sweet girl. How’s your day going?”
Helaena could cry at that. She just picks up her phone and immediately messages her father back. “Bad.” It’s one word. It’s three letters. Daemon responds within a second. “I’m picking you up early. We can go to the Natural History museum. Your favorite!” Helaena breathes a sigh of relief. She feels like she can breathe again. She’s going to go to the natural history museum. She’s going to look at all the bugs and be happy and then maybe her and Daddy will go out for ice cream. She immediately gets another text from her mother, Rhaenyra. “Hi, honey. Heard you’re not feeling so good. Want to make any requests for the chef for dinner? We can have whatever you want. Mama loves you.”
Helaena quickly texts back. “No, mama. It’s okay. Don’t particularly want anything.” She tugs at the hem of her uniform skirt. She ignores the way Baela looks at her in the halls. It’s not Helaena and Aemond’s fault that Daemon ditched Laena and their twins, Baela and Rhaena, the moment Rhaenyra told him that she was pregnant, by him of course. He was just being a good uncle! Not that they would ever understand.
The moment she sees Daemon enter the school office, Helaena quickens her pace. She just wants to get out of this hellhole. It’s too loud . She knows that Daddy will make it all better. Daemon looks over his shoulder and sees Helaena enter, immediately pulling her into a hug. She’s much shorter than him, shorter than her mother as well, so she slots perfectly into his arms as he signs her out. He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you okay, honey?” Helaena shakes her head. He takes her hand and coos softly at her. “C’mon. Let’s go to the museum. You’ll feel better then.”
Daemon gently leads Helaena out to the car and pulls her into the old, restored mustang. Helaena feels the leather of the car against her exposed legs. It’s comforting. Daemon has very strict rules about no one eating in the car, no one driving the car besides him. He breaks the rules for Helaena, especially because sometimes she forgets to eat. He keeps a secret stash of snack bars in the glove compartment just for her.
Daemon doesn’t have to set the GPS for the Natural History Museum, they’ve been there over a million times through Helaena and Aemond’s childhood. Aemond would run off with Rhaenyra and go to the dinosaur fossils and Daemon would lead Helaena around the butterfly garden (which also had a myriad of different insects).
Daemon’s Mustang pulls into the parking lot and finally, Helaena starts to smile. She starts to ramble, the way she always did as a little girl. She’s sixteen years old now, but she’s still Daemon’s baby. His sweet little thing. His daughter to toy with and pleasure as he sees fit, to reward and to punish.
“They have a golden orb spider– You know, you can only find it on the island of Naath. I realllyyyyyyy wanna go. Can we go for the next vacation, Daddy? Pretty please? Convince Mama.” Daemon chuckles as he ruffles her silver-gold hair. “Alright, lovebug. I’ll convince your mother.”
Daemon flashes the museum attendant their membership cards, the same way he used to flash his to get Rhaenyra into a club when she was Helaena’s age. Gods, he would kill someone if they tried that with Helaena. Not that anyone ever would, with Aemond constantly around her at school, constantly making sure everyone knows that Helaena is his sister.
Helaena makes a beeline for the garden exhibit and Daemon takes a photo of her to send to the family group chat. Viserys and Rhaenyra will adore this photo. Helaena bends down, flashing her light pink, cotton panties to the camera. She presses her finger to the bark of a tree, and points at it gleefully to show Daemon. “Look, Daddy– See! The golden orb spider! I wish I could see it in its natural habitat…”
Daemon rolls his eyes. Helaena was not being subtle in the slightest. He gets online and starts looking at resorts. There is a Four Seasons tented camp in Naath. The “tent” being a treehouse hotel room, with an outdoor hot tub and shower, as well as a bath inside the large room. He texts Rhaenyra the link. “Hel wants to go here.” Rhaenyra types back within a second. “So take her. She’s been overworking herself at school. I’ll stay back with Aemond, maybe we’ll also go somewhere. It will be good for her.”
Daemon raises an eyebrow at how quickly Rhaenyra agreed to him taking Helaena. Then again, his daughter has been having a very hard time lately. She’s been overstimulated easily and prone to crying fits. She’s been getting more and more annoyed by seeing Baela and Rhaena at school. Daemon doesn’t blame her, he wishes they were never born and regrets his role in their conception. Unfortunately, Laena’s family still has money, and can afford to send the girls to the same private school that Helaena and Aemond (and every other child of prominent parents in King’s Landing) attend.
Daemon calls his secretary. He would call her by her name, but, if he is to be honest, he’s forgotten it. So he just speaks without pleasantries. “Hello– I need you to book a room at the Four Seasons on Naath. Yes, one bed is good. No, it’s just me and my daughter. Rhaenyra will still be here. Cancel my meetings for the next… let’s say two weeks. And I want some tours of the rainforest booked. Dinner reservations– yes— make a reservation for every night. Whatever is the best rated place. I don’t care. And call the flight crew and tell them to prepare the jet for tomorrow. I want them to get some gelato, Helaena loves gelato. And email the school to let them know that Helaena will be gone for a bit. No– I don’t know how long– does it matter?”
Helaena giggles as a butterfly lands on her nose. Daemon snaps another picture. He sends it to Viserys. “My little adventurer.” He ruffles Helaena’s hair again. “You’ll be out of school for a bit. You’re going to see these… things in their natural habitat.” Helaena lights up, giddy. “Really? When? Are Mama and Aemond coming too?” Daemon chuckles again. “Tomorrow, and I’m afraid you’re saddled with just your dear old dad.”
Helaena grins and Daemon leans down to kiss her head. Helaena whines softly. “Wait… will Aemond feel left out? I don’t want Aemond to feel left out…” Daemon shakes his head. “No, I think your Mama is going to surprise him with a trip of his own. But don’t tell him. It’s a secret!”
Daemon knows his son well, to get the boy to take a break from anything is a challenge, in and of itself. He’s insanely dedicated to his studies, in a way Daemon and Rhaenyra, and even Viserys, never were. Daemon has no clue where his little boy got that trait, but he loves him all the same. He does, however, have a feeling that Rhaenyra and Aemond’s mother-son trip will involve a lot of breastfeeding and the use of Rhaenyra’s favorite vibrator.
Daemon and Helaena obviously exit through the gift shop, which entails an entire shopping bag full of coloring books and a dinosaur stuffie that Helaena specifically picked for Aemond. They make their way back to the Mustang and Daemon opens the door for Helaena. She kisses his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.” He smiles. “Pick your favorite dresses, we’ll be going out for dinner a lot. I’ll just give the rest of the packing list to the maid so she can make sure everything is in.”
Helaena grins the whole ride home. “Do you know that silkworms are a huge part of Naath’s economy? They’re like… everywhere! I’ll see them everywhere .” Daemon taps her nose affectionately and speeds past a stop light. “Oh, I’m sure you will. I’ve booked us a tour of the rainforest, so you’ll see all the bugs you can handle.” Daemon teases, “You may even get tired of them by the time we leave.” Helaena looks personally affronted. She’d never tire of insects. “Creepy crawlies” as Grandfather calls them. Viserys enjoys teasing her about her love of bugs, but he always brings her dead ones pressed into frames from museums around the world. “I won’t get tired of them!”
Daemon laughs gently. “Calm down, lovebug. I’m just kidding.”
Daemon turns the steering wheel and enters the garage of the house. He pats Helaena’s ass as she gets out of the car. “Now be a good girl and pick some pretty dresses for the trip. And whatever toys you would like to take along as well.”
Helaena blushes at the thought of her “toys.” Daemon had bought her quite a lot of them, since she turned sixteen she had amassed a collection of at least a hundred from her parents. They were always good quality, always insanely expensive. Her favorite is probably the bee shaped one that Rhaenyra and Daemon gave her on her fifteenth birthday. She walks upstairs and into her bedroom. She changes into her sweatpants and bralette and begins to pack a bag with her personal favorites.
Helaena packs until the bag is full, ending up with eleven toys in total. She never packs light, and her father was always one for games. She remembers the time she was caught in his study, looking inside the one drawer he told her was off limits: she ended up tied to her bed with silken rope as Daemon overstimulated her with her vibrator. She never attempted to open that drawer again.
The maid walks in just as Helaena finishes picking out her dresses and laying them on the bed. She picks her plane outfit as well, a light blue tank top and matching cotton shorts. The maid waits respectfully for Helaena to leave to start packing.
Rhaenyra is already downstairs when Helaena walks into the kitchen. Her mother wraps her up in a hug. “Are you feeling well? How’s your head? Any anxiety?” Helaena laughs softly at Rhaenyra’s fussing. “It was just a bad day, Mama. But I’m happy now!” Rhaenyra kisses her head. “Well of course you are! Your kepa told me you two are having a little daddy-daughter trip to Naath!” The girl pouts, “Wish you could be there too…”
Rhaenyra kisses Helaena’s head again. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I wish I could too. But someone has to keep the company afloat when your kepa is away, hm?” Helaena nods understandingly. She wouldn’t argue, but that didn’t mean she had to like being away from her mother. “Yes, Mama…” Rhaenyra hooks a finger in the waistband of Helaena’s sweatpants, her hand trailing lower and lower, grabbing a globe of fat. “My sweet girl is so considerate, isn’t she? Never making problems… She should be rewarded, shouldn’t she?”
Helaena blushes and buries her head in Rhaenyra’s shoulder. “Please, Mama…” Just then, Daemon walks in, raising his brows at the sight of the two. “Well, well. My two favorite girls, having some… mother daughter bonding time. How nice!” Helaena shivers as Daemon walks behind her and kisses Rhaenyra. He tangles his hands in Helaena’s hair. “What did we do to get such sweet children?” Rhaenyra laughs softly. “I have no clue myself.”
Rhaenyra’s hand dives under Helaena’s top and gropes her breast. Daemon slides his hand down the front of her panties, cupping her sex. Helaena moans quietly, muffled by her mother’s shoulder. “Mama… Daddy…” Daemon hushes her. “Shhh... shhh, sweet girl. The adults are talking.”
When Helaena climbs into bed that night, belly fully and her mother’s saliva dripping from her cunt, the taste of her father heavy in her mouth, she feels a familiar weight behind her. She didn’t even hear Aemond open the door. His arm wraps around her middle, he’s just washed off all the chlorine from swim practice. She hums softly as he tugs up her nightgown. “How was the meet?” He kisses her neck softly. “It was fine. I placed first, but you know I always do.” There’s a teasing quality to his voice now as he mumbles into her skin. “I hear Daddy is taking you to Naath?”
Helaena hums an affirmative and lets her eyes shut in bliss. The feeling of her twin behind her putting her into a sort of sleepy trance. “Yeah… gonna miss you…” Aemond yawns and brings a hand up to pet her hair. “I always miss you more.” Helaena thinks nothing of Aemond’s hard cock poking against her back, Aemond’s always hard. She feels herself drift closer to sleep as she hears the comforters move around, followed by the sound of Aemond taking down his pajama pants. “Goodnight, Aems…”
Daemon enters the room at 6 A.M. the next day, in a red t-shirt and black sweatpants, gently lifting Helaena out of her bed. In truth, he didn’t have to make them fly out so early, but he wants as much time as possible with his little girl. He bends to press a kiss to Aemond’s head, praying he doesn’t wake the boy. Aemond stirs and Daemon coos gently. “Shhh, little boy. Go back to sleep now. Daddy loves you.
He kisses Helaena’s head. “Lift your arms for me, lovebug.” Helaena yawns and lifts her arms obediently, letting Daemon strip her of her clothing. “My perfect little princess…”
Helaena giggles as Daemon tickles her stomach. She squirms and mumbles. “Nooooo… no tickles!” Daemon grins as he picks her up again, carrying her down to the car. He’s already loaded in the luggage, the coloring books from the museum, colored pencils, Helaena’s iPad, and his computer so he can work from the plane. She yawns into Daemon’s chest. “It’s early…” Daemon chuckles softly. “Yeah, it is. And when we get there, we’ll have a few hours to ourselves at the hotel, then we’ll go for a tour and come back to the hotel for dinner. And then will do it all over again the next day.” Helaena has already fallen back asleep, hands balled into fists around the cotton covering Daemon’s chest.
Daemon holds Helaena against him in the limousine, rocking her back and forth in his lap. He hums softly. His ex-wife, Laena, calls him. He doesn’t answer. She calls again. He rolls his eyes and picks up. “Hello?” His tone is curt. He really, really doesn’t want to wake Helaena. His little girl deserves her rest. Not to be woken up by rude people who don’t understand how much a girl like her needs sleep. Laena’s voice crackles over the line, “I just wanted to say that Baela mis–” Daemon cuts her off. “Why would I care about Baela?” He hangs up the phone and blocks Laena’s number, the third number of hers she’s made just to contact him.
Daemon carries Helaena out of the car and into the cool morning air. He walks up the steps to the private jet, feeling her drool pool on his shoulder. He pets her hair as she begins to stir. “Shh… shhh… go to sleep. When you wake up, we’ll be in Naath, and you’ll be ready to seize the day.” Helaena nods tiredly against her father’s shoulder, clinging to him and nuzzling his neck.
Daemon settles them both in the jet. He places Helaena so that she’s lying down, a pillow under her head as he takes out his laptop and begins to look at new contracts for the Targaryen Company. He hums softly as he slips his headphones over his head, beginning to work.
Four hours and at least three cups of coffee for Daemon later, the flight begins its descent. He gently shakes Helaena. “Wake up, sweet girl. We’re almost there.” Helaena rubs at her eyes and gets up, pressing her face to the glass of the window. “Woah…” Daemon is glad that even after so much travel, she’s still retained her childlike wonder for the world. “You like it?” Helaena just nods.
Daemon waves over a flight attendant who is standing nearby. “Two scoops of strawberry gelato.” The woman nods and hurries off, filling a crystal bowl with the sweet, pink cream. She comes back and serves it to Daemon with shaky hands. He rolls his eyes at the woman and pulls Helaena to sit on his lap.
“Open wide, lovebug.” Helaena giggles and opens her mouth, waiting for Daemon to bless her with her favorite treat. Her tongue lolls out as he spoons it onto her ready tongue. He kisses the side of her head. “So eager, honey. But it’s cute.” Helaena blushes and sticks out her tongue. “It’s tasty!”
Daemon chuckles and pets Helaena’s head as the plane lands. “We’re gonna have so much fun here, baby. So much fun.” Daemon checks his Rolex, running a hand through his hair. “We have… two hours to kill before the tour, but we still have to get there and check in.” Helaena licks her lips, whining as the ice cream dribbles down her chin and falls to her chest. She hates the sticky feeling. It’s gross and overstimulating. Daemon coos gently, “Relax, lovebug. Let daddy help, hm?”
Daemon, in full view of the staff, turns Helaena to face him. He dips his face into her cleavage and laps up the ice cream that dropped from her lips. He hums in delight. “Very tasty, my love. You’re right to like it.”
The plane lands and Daemon grabs Helaena’s hand, stepping out of the jet and into the humid air. Helaena immediately spots a worm on the ground, running to look at it. Daemon grabs her hand and looks at her sternly. “Do we run on staircases?” Helaena pouts and shakes her head, letting Daemon guide her down and onto solid ground. Daemon nods. “Now you can look at whatever bug you’ve seen.” Helaena grins and wiggles her hand out of Daemon’s grip.
As Helaena crouches on the ground, Daemon is overtaken with what can only be described as the deepest form of love. She looks so much like Rhaenyra, but so much more innocent than she ever was. His fragile little girl. His sweet lovebug. His butterfly. He gently tugs Helaena’s hand and leads her to the car that is parked off the runway.
Helaena whines as Daemon coaxes her away from the insect. “Daddy, c’mon.” Daemon chuckles. “Sorry, honey. I intend to get to the tour on time. And that means getting to the hotel and changing, now.” Helaena whines again and Daemon swats her ass. “I’ll have none of that. In.
Now
.” Helaena is quick to obey, leaving the silkworm forgotten on the ground and hurrying into the car.
Daemon lets his hand settle between Helaena’s thighs, gently rubbing circles into her soft flesh. He rolls up the partition and kisses her hair. “My sweet girl. How are you feeling? I know you don’t like planes.” Helaena nods and lets out a soft whine. “Just a bit of anxiety, Daddy.” Daemon’s fingers deftly creep under Helaena’s shorts, sliding into her cotton panties. “Is that so? My poor, sweet girl.” Helaena nods sadly. “Well, I better do something about that.” Helaena rests her head on Daemon’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as her father’s fingers meet her core. She gasps. “Daddy.”
Daemon grins and kisses the side of her head. “Just let Daddy make you feel good.” His fingers circle her clit as she raises her legs, whining and grabbing Daemon’s thigh for purchase. “Shhh… shhh…” Daemon strokes her hair as her body jolts, kicking her feet as pleasure washes over her. “Daddy… I–” Daemon coos at Helaena, as if she were nothing but a little toddler. To him, she still is one, helpless and extremely uncoordinated, always needing his guidance, his protection, his help.
Helaena grips the seat until her knuckles turn white, feeling the familiar coil in her lower belly. Her muscles pull taut as she whines, looking at Daemon desperately, tears in her eyes. Daemon pets her hair gently, he leans to kiss her lips. “Let go for me, sweet girl.”
So Helaena lets go. She lets go of everything. All of a sudden, everything comes crashing down. Daemon’s hand and her shorts and the leather under her are soaked with liquid. Helaena cringes at the way the fabric sticks to her cunt, overstimulating her. She looks at Daemon with distress. “Don’t like it…” Daemon coos at her again. “We’re here, sweetest girl. We’ll get you changed.”
Daemon leads Helaena out of the limousine, slipping his sunglasses on for the brief moment they are outside. He heads into the check in desk and hardly says anything. “Daemon Targaryen.” His name. He needs no introduction. Immediately, he is handed a key to their accommodations. They take the elevator up and are met with a series of rooms, all up in the air with balconies that sprawl out into the wilderness. Helaena slumps against the bed as Daemon gently pulls down her shorts and damp underwear. He pulls out a fresh pair of underwear from her suitcase. He told the maid to pack 28 pairs of underwear for the two week long trip, anticipating frequent wetting and her cumming in her panties.
Helaena hums softly as Daemon slides a cargo skirt on her body. She’s happy to be out of the wet, overstimulating fabric. Daemon pats her bottom. “We better get going now, lovebug. Let me just grab some water and a few snacks for you. Put your sneakers on.”
Helaena’s version of putting her sneakers on entails her slipping her feet in, and waiting for Daemon to lace them up. Daemon thinks she is too little to lace her own shoes, and all of her school footwear has some sort of velcro so she can put it on in case Daemon is not there. She kicks her feet off the bed as Daemon bends down on his knees, tying the laces together. She grins.
“Now I’ll get to see all the bugs!” Daemon laughs, kissing her ankle. “Yes, you’ll see all the bugs.”
Daemon and Helaena take the elevator down again and go straight to the concierge desk, where their private tour guide is waiting for them. “Daemon Targaryen?” Daemon nods and grabs Helaena’s hand. “I want you to take us to the most bug heavy areas. My little girl really wants to see them.” The man gives them a perplexed look, normally the request was to stay away from bugs, but he nods. “Of course, sir.”
Helaena skips along the grassy path out of the hotel, the cargo skirt riding up her thighs. Daemon follows close behind her, voice turning stern. “Watch where you’re going. You could trip and fall.” Helaena rolls her eyes and giggles. “You’re no fun, Daddy.” Daemon scoffs. “I’m plenty of fun. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
Daemon is armed to the teeth with supplies. Bug spray, a first aid kit, and four bottles of water in his backpack. A spider descends from a web and Helaena reaches up to touch it. Daemon realizes, in his rush to leave the hotel, he neglected to spray bug repellent on his daughter. The spider being so close to her makes a wave of anxiety wash over him. He doesn’t know what type of spider this is. The idea of Helaena getting bitten by a poisonous spider makes his heart clench with fear.
“Helaena! You get over here right now!”
Helaena gives Daemon a quizzical look and hurries over to him. She whines as Daemon stares her down. “What, Daddy? I was looking at the bugs!” Daemon chuckles slightly. The girl has no fear. “You can look at the bugs in a second. Here, I forgot to spray this on you.”
Daemon takes out the bottle of bug repellant and tugs Helaena’s arm towards him. Her eyes widen and she twists her arms out of his grip. “No! NO! The bugs will hate me then!” Tears spring to her brilliant violet eyes, shining and gleaming like crystal. Daemon reaches out a hand to pet her hair, smoothing it back and tugging on one of her twin plaits. “The bugs will still like you. It’s just so you don’t get bitten-” Daemon pokes Helaena’s exposed stomach, “because you’re so tasty.”
Helaena starts to sob, shoulders shaking as she starts to stomp her feet against the damp earth. Daemon raises a brow and looks apologetically at the guide. He grabs Helaena’s chin. “No, Helaena. You will not have a tantrum right now, little girl.
Behave
.” Helaena’s bottom lip juts out as she cries more. “NO! It’s not fair! I want the bugs to like me!”
Daemon grabs Helaena’s face, smushing her cheeks together. “You don’t know what those bugs are carrying. You’re a smart girl.” Helaena doesn’t let up, bawling and twisting to the ground as Daemon looks on, extremely unamused.
“Helaena Targaryen, you have until the count of three to let me put the spray on you or you are going over my knee.”
Helaena looks at Daemon defiantly. She stays on the ground, skirt already exposing her panties. Daemon shrugs as he grabs her wrist. “Fine by me, then.”
Daemon sits on a log and drags Helaena over his lap, flipping her skirt up and pulling her underwear down. His palm lands against the fat of her ass. “You will listen to your father, Helaena. You will do as I say!” smack “You will not disobey me when I try to keep you safe! You will not throw tantrums over such minute things!”
Helaena starts to hiccup as Daemon keeps his assault going, clinging to his pant leg. She cries, “I’m sorry, Daddy!” Daemon smacks her bottom again. “Will you let Daddy put the bug spray on you?” Helaena sobs more, “Yessssss, Daddy– I’ll put the spray on!” Daemon hums softly, massaging Helaena’s ass. “You’re getting five more smacks, lovebug. I expect you to learn your lesson, hm?” Helaena nods, tears streaming down her face as she locks eyes with the guide, who is trying desperately to not look at the scene in front of him.
Daemon counts them out quickly, not wanting to prolong Helaena’s punishment. He pulls her into his lap quickly, taking advantage of her weakened state to quickly spray the bug repellant on her. He kisses the top of her head, rocking her back and forth. “Shhhh… Daddy’s got you, sweet girl. You’re alright.” He pats her sore bottom, causing her to writhe. “You’re okay. We’re gonna keep seeing bugs. Go stand against the tree, hands behind your back, no rubbing. Five minutes and it’ll all be forgotten, hm?”
Helaena reluctantly trudges towards the tree and rests her head on the bark. Her skirt is still flipped up and every part of her is on display, even her bare cunt, still dripping from Daemon’s earlier attention. She knows not to try to soothe her ass. It would be a dumb idea. Daemon would get upset, and she may not be allowed to cum again for the day. And Helaena really , really, needs to cum.
Daemon has to quickly snap a photo. His little girl is just so cute like this! He posts it to his private instagram with the caption “even a rainforest vacation can’t stop this one from throwing a fit.” He checks his watch and calls her back over to him. “Your time has been served, little love. Let’s keep it moving.” Helaena sticks her hand out for Daemon to grab and he takes it. kissing her wrist.
Daemon hands a bottle of water to Helaena and nudges her. “Drink.” She obeys and sucks on the bottle, making Daemon envision her sucking his cock instead. But that is for later. When they are in their room, alone, and not making this poor tour guide subject to their embarrassing public displays.
Daemon wipes away the remnants of Helaena’s tears with his handkerchief. He ruffles her hair. “Go. Explore. I’ll be right behind you. Remember to tell me if you need to go potty, hm?” Helaena blushes. She’s sixteen years old! She doesn’t have to be reminded to go to the bathroom. She’s a big girl! “Mkay, Daddy…”
Helaena bends down in the dirt, poking a bug gently with her finger. She grabs a stick from nearby, hoping to get the bug to crawl to her. She’s completely lost in her own little world.
Helaena takes out her magnifying glass and writes in the journal Daemon got her. He only lets her write in it with colored pencil, which Helaena thinks is weird but doesn’t question it. She writes: “titan beetle– brown– has intricite wings!”
Daemon loves reading her entries. He especially loves all the misspellings she makes. He finds it just darling. His cute, sweet little girl. She’ll always be his little girl, if he has anything to say about it, and he is Daemon Targaryen, so he will always have something to say about it.
Helaena is so busy poking and prodding at the insect that she doesn’t feel the pressure in her bladder, doesn’t feel how she unknowingly shifts from foot to foot. Daemon is texting Rhaenyra about how cute Helaena is, and asking about how Aemond is.
Helaena starts to whine and pull at her skirt as her bladder releases. She realizes what’s happened and starts to cry again, drawing Daemon’s attention towards her. He quickly catches on and pulls her up and off the ground. “Oh, sweet girl– did you not realize?” Helaena shakes her head, burying herself in Daemon’s shirt. “Shhh… I have you. Daddy’s here. We’re just gonna go back to the hotel and get you all cleaned up, hm? All squeaky clean.”
Helaena nods into Daemon’s chest as he instructs the guide to take them back to the hotel, gently bouncing her in his arms. He kisses her head as they walk back, trying not to jostle or upset her. “It’s not your fault, hm? Daddy should’ve been keeping a closer eye. It’s my bad. Shhh…”
The tour guide cannot wait to be rid of them, but is rewarded with a $1000 tip, and he realizes that he definitely can tolerate them for two more weeks. Daemon carries Helaena back into the hotel, ignoring the people who look at him oddly, the women who look at him with desire for seeing a father take care of his child so well.
Once in the room, Daemon turns on the ornate, clawfoot tub. He sets Helaena on the floor, not wanting her to get the bed wet. He hums softly. “Can you stand for me, lovebug. Let’s get you out of those icky clothes.” Helaena nods and rises to her feet. Daemon gently pulls down the soaked skirt. Housekeeping will have fun with that one. He tosses it into a laundry bag and pulls off her tank top and sports bra. He lowers his head to kiss her breast. “My girl has such pretty tits, hm? Got them from your mama.” Helaena blushes, still teary and upset from her accident. “Daddy, stop…” Daemon pinches her thigh. “Can I not admire my sweet girl while the bath heats up?”
Daemon strips himself of his own clothes as he climbs behind Helaena in the bath. His hair is sweaty from the humid day and the bath soothes his aching muscles. He pulls Helaena against him, kissing her neck. “My pretty girl, such a pretty girl, lovebug.”
Helaena gasps as he spreads her thighs and presses a finger to her clit. She feels him, hard against her back as he washes away the day’s grime. He lavishes affection and soft touches on her, stroking her hair to soothe her. She feels him adjust himself, pulling her legs apart as wide as the tub will allow to slot himself inside her. She shivers as Daemon sinks inch by paralyzing inch into her cunt, grabbing his hair from behind.
“Daddy…”
Daemon coos at her gently, moving her so she’s holding onto the tub, him on his knees, thrusting into her. “Shh… My lovebug had a hard week. Let Daddy make it all go away…” Helaena’s eyes fixate on a ladybug on the edge of the bath. She shivers as Daemon cups her breast, gripping the rustic tub with all she has, trying desperately to not disturb the bug. He pets her hair as he thrusts. “My girl just needs her daddy, hm? I messed up by not checking in on her, I know…”
Helaena shakes her head fervently, her orgasm approaching quickly. “N-no– Didn’t mess anything up, Daddy!” Daemon chuckles at that. “Sweet girl never wants her daddy to feel bad, hm? Always wants to please me…” Helaena nods, more desperately if possible. She wanted to be a good girl. She never wants Daemon to feel bad. “Mhm– want Daddy happy always.”
Daemon laughs softly, grunting with the effort it takes not to spill inside Helaena right there and then. He kisses the nape of her neck. “Well thank you, lovebug. Daddy always wants you happy as well.” Helaena clenches around him and he’s a goner. He pulls her hair gently so she tilts her head back. “Go ahead, sweet girl. Daddy’s right here.”
That’s all it takes for Helaena’s vision to black out. She feels far away, but in her body enough to recognize the string of curses spilling from her father’s lips, and the feeling of his hot cum pumping inside her. She hopes she’ll get pregnant, make Daemon a father and grandfather at the same time. Mama would be so proud of her. She whines as she slumps against him. She feels Daemon’s arms around her, strong hands bringing her back to reality, grounding her. She rests her head against his shoulder as he pulls her out of the tub.
“Going to get you all moisturized, sweet girl. Then we’ll go for dinner. How does that sound?” Helaena nods sleepily as she feels herself succumb to the smell of jasmine body butter. She hums as Daemon gently wipes off her sore cunt with the softest of towels. He lays out a flowy pink dress that will certainly show off the marks on her breasts. He doesn’t care.
He kisses her lips softly as she lays there in complete bliss, maneuvering her as if she were a marionette and he the puppet master, which in some ways they are, and hooks her bra on, then slides on the third pair of panties of the day onto her aching bottom. He lifts her arms to pull the dress on, then positions her in front of the mirror. She’s so beautiful. She feels beautiful when Daemon forces her to look at herself in the mirror, then gives her ass a swat.
“Give Daddy a twirl, lovebug.”
So Helaena twirls.