But it wasn't actually Jon's fault, as while he had been sufficiently desensitised to beautiful women in his previous life by the numerous fairies on the internet, he, due to frequent illnesses and hospital visits, had an unaturally thin and weak body, so he never actually had a girlfriend, and then Covid arrived and gave him his last gift, so he died a virgin.
And in this world, he had been so fascinated and curious about everything magical and combat-related for the first decade of his young life that the last thing on his mind was to think about the fairer sex.
And when his body finally entered puberty and began to have the occasional impulse of going to the nearest brothel and partaking in the flesh of the young and the mature ladies of the trade, he was scared away by the thought of contracting all kinds of strange diseases and dying a bitter death, as with the medical standards in this unsantised world, only the rich and the noble had even notion of keeping themselves clean, so a battle in the brothel could get even more dangerous and life-threatening than a real one, especially considering those ladies served anyone with a just a few silvers in their pockets.
So a decade and a half had gone by, and Jon still had acquired no experience in these kinds of matters, and he himself had given up and decided that he would wait for the so-called 'right moment'. After all, at this point, his focus was more on surviving and, more importantly, making sure that his whole family outlived the upcoming turbulence.
Which was why he had reacted so inadequately to the teasing from this curvy, beautiful woman, acting as if his cunning, using which he had established such a large shipping empire in Essos, had suddenly disappeared.
But, in fact, Jon was sure that if it were a stranger in front of him, then he would have reacted completely differently to this temptation.
After all, he was not some lustful idiot who only thought with his lower head, but it's just... he had gotten too familiar with the girl, and was so used to her boisterous and fiery personality, where she wouldn't give an inch to anyone, that this sudden gentle sensual side of her caught him off guard. Otherwise, Jon was sure that he wouldn't even bat an eye, no matter how alluring she was... or at least that is what he told himself.
But still, he should not continue to act like this... after all, he was a rational man from the 21st century, so what temptations has he not seen. It was a bit humiliating to be made light of and to be teased by a maiden from the medieval ages.
And just like that, with a little bit of self-talk, Jon's expression eased up, and he regained his self-control.
"Did you not find it yet?" a sing-song voice asked almost mockingly, breaking Jon out of his concentration, "Or do you perhaps need my help?"
"No, I found it," Jon replied as he picked up a small earthen pot, the size of a baby's fist, sitting on top in the bag, and stood up.
When he turned around, all signs of his previous embarrassment had completely disappeared from his face, as if the shy boy from was someone else.
And when he looked at that seductive figure sitting on the rock, there was no evasiveness in his eyes this time only indifference, as if the one in front of him was just a normal burly villager instead of a young woman in her prime, "Turn around and show me the wound," he asked, or rather ordered, in a neutral voice as if completely unmoved by her provoking attire.
"Sure," Nymeria replied with a suppressed smile on her face, even more amused by this sudden tough guy act. Still, she didn't try to expose him and smoothly turned around on the rock, and then, with her body facing the waterfall, she swept her long, silky hair to the front to expose her neck and show him the wound on her left shoulder.
"I will use it now, then," he announced softly as he took a few steps forward and came close enough to breathe in a lovely fragrance that felt subtle and natural, yet alluring enough that it made him unconsciously want to lean closer.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jon put his two fingers into the yellow jelly-like cream, and then, without thinking about it too much, began to apply the medicine to the small wound in the middle of a bruise that had already been properly cleaned.
Round and round, his hand went as he became fascinated with the cool elastic sensation under his fingers, and all the while he forced himself not to look towards that deep valley in the front, just a few degrees up.
It was a hard, torturous task, but Jon managed in the end, without doing anything desperate or inappropriate that would leave him ashamed, and after a reasonable amount of time, he unhesitatingly stopped, with just a hint of reluctance.
"It's done," he said as he cleared his throat and looked away, but not before taking just a few sneaking glances that he was absolutely sure would not be noticed.
"Huh? What are you doing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, as she turned her head, only to find the boy already closing the lid on the earthen pot as if in a hurry to close shop and go home.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Jon asked, confusedly, as his movements slowed down.
"There are still a few more wounds that need your care, but..." she said as a sorrowful expression appeared on her face, and her lower lip began quivering as she was about to cry, "but we can stop, if I am being a bother to you,"
"You—" her wronged expression was so fake that it left Jon completely speechless, but no matter how artificial it was, it still worked wonders in making the young lad's heart pound, "Where are the other wounds?" he asked with a sigh, feeling a bit helpless, wondering why this demoness had decided to target him today, as if she wouldn't let him go until he completely made a fool of himself.
And Jon, even knowing he was being played with, still couldn't resist his base urges and deny that he indeed enjoyed it... just a little bit.
"Oh, the wound, there is one... here," Nymeria said as she abruptly turned about on the rock, making the distance between them almost disappear, and then, while looking up at him with her upturned eyes, she pointed towards a very shallow bruise just beside her soft, milky navel, leaving Jon so stunned that his mouth fell open, and his mind involuntarily began conjuring images and sensations of what it would feel like to actually hold this slender waist in his arms.
"And then there is this other one too..." she said softly while slowly sliding her finger up, seductively passing it over her impressive mounds and then stopped just a few inches above her pink perky cherries, that Jon could just make out through the thin cotton shirt she was wearing, and showed him a small faint mark that one wouldn't even be able to see unless it was shown.
This was just too much stimulation for the boy, and almost immediately, he felt as if a beast, a wolf, was stirring inside of him, growling and roaring, telling him to fuck all of his inhibitions and just do it... to pounce on the girl, and show her the consequences of teasing him so.
But in the end, his very last thread of sanity held him back as he snapped his eyes shut for a few moments to gather his thoughts, and after taking a very deep breath, opened them to look directly into her clear eyes, "What are you doing?" he asked seriously, sounding composed for the first time that night.
Up until now, Jon had simply assumed that the girl had gotten too familiar with him over the past few weeks, and was just teasing him for a little fun, and would push him away if he got too handsy with her, but now... now this was just too bloody past the line of a simple jest.
If it had been anyone else here in his place, then they would have already jumped on the girl and ravaged her regardless of her wishes, and it was only his morals and responsibilities that had been instilled in him by Eddard Stark from a young age, and his self-control holding him back, otherwise...
But really, how could she not realise that this... was nothing less than repeatedly putting your head inside a wolf's mouth. Doesn't she know that it could lead to... that he could lose his... restraints at any moment.
'Or maybe she does know, and she wants... him to eat her,' a voice whispered in his mind.
'No, no, no, that would be just too absurd...wouldn't it? She couldn't possibly 'want' him, right?'
'But why not? I am no longer the thin, ugly guy who couldn't even run more than a minute from my last life. I am now Jon fucking Snow. I have a handsome face and a toned body that contains more than a decade of my hard work. So it's not wrong for her to like me, right? Otherwise, why else would she be sitting here half-naked, looking at him with such a gaze...
'Is this all real, or am I about to fall into the common deadly delusion that all virgins suffer from? The common misconception that, since she looked at me twice, she must love me dearly,'
'But this is far more than just looking at him with a smile, right? There is no way I am misinterpreting this situation.'
It was as if there were two separate wills fighting inside Jon's mind at the moment, one of them was a timid virgin who was afraid of overplaying his hand and being humiliated, while the other was a ravenous beast, who was too frustrated with his gutless behaviour and wanted nothing more than to take the driving seat and show the girl how it's done.
So unable to deal with the dilemma, Jon had decided to take the Stark way and ask the girl directly what her intentions were...
"And what do you think I am doing... Jon Snow?" she asked slowly in a soft, seductive voice while looking up at him with her doe eyes and an ambiguous smile on her face, making her intentions as clear as the stream water behind her.
And with that, all of Jon's doubts left him...
Finally, there was no way for him to misunderstand anymore.
This girl, this beauty, the one who was even prettier than most of the top actresses from his past life, with a body mature enough that it would even make a queen jealous, actually wanted him.
'It was here. His time was finally here. Finally, after almost two lifetimes, he was about to... graduate!!'
'Alright! Calm down, Jon! There is no need to panic. You know exactly what to do. You've seen it done a thousand times, so there is no way you can screw this up.'
'Now, what was the first step again...'
But just as an eager Jon was about to let his inner wolf take over, at the last moment... something odd happened.
The image of Jon Snow, the original one from the main timeline, with his sullen face and stubborn grey eyes, appeared in his mind almost involuntarily. And with that came the thought of what he would do in his situation, and then, before he could think about it further, his mouth opened on its own.
"I-I can't marry you!!" Jon blurted out, and almost immediately his face paled in horror and embarrassment, 'What the fuck?! What the actual fuck?!! Why did I say that? She obviously didn't mean that— Why the hell would I even go there?! Oh, God! Just let me die!! Just send a lightening bolt and take me away right this moment!'
"Huh?!" Nymeria's half-lidded eyes widened dumbfoundedly as she realised what had happened, 'Did he just... reject me?' The girl was almost offended for a few moments, but then she saw the mortified look on his face and realised that it was not so serious, "Did you really think I was proposing to you, Jon Snow? How prude can you Northerners be?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.
"No, I was just—" Jon stammered as he tried to come up with an answer that did not make him want to commit suicide by jumping off the cliff, 'Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I am usually not this dumb, right? I can't be!! So why the hell am I behaving like my IQ had suddenly been lowered?'
"You really are the son of Eddard Stark," Nymeria said with a frustrated chuckle at his hesitant expression, and then, before Jon could think any further, the girl abruptly jumped on him, sending him sprawling on his back with her hands on his chest and her butt on his stomach.
"Listen to me, Jon Snow," she lowered her face until it was just inches away from Jon's and then whispered to him in a slow sensual voice, "There is no marriage, no eternal vows here. That is not how we dornish do things. We are simple honest people," she said without a change in expression, "When we like like someone or something, we take it. And I like you, and what I want from you, is just... sex. So tell me, Jon Snow, do you like me too?"
Jon nodded slowly, a bit dazed by the tempting lips just inches away from his own, unable to think about anything else at that moment.
"Good," Nymeria breathed with a smile, and then, without waiting for another moment, she kissed him deeply and intensely, leaving him completely breathless.
It was almost a minute later that their lips finally parted, leaving Jon dazed and infatuated, which satisfied the girl very much. "Are you ready for the night of your life?" she asked with an alluring smile on her face.
Jon looked at the beauty above him, and almost immediately an impulse rose in him... to ravage her, to dominate, to make her squeal beneath him, and this time he did nothing to restrain the beast inside.
"Ah!" Nymeria exclaimed as, with a simple twist of his body, Jon turned the situation around with her body pressed underneath him and both of her arms captured in the palm of his right hand, "Are you?" Jon growled with a fierce, hungry look in his eyes, which excited the girl like nothing else.
"Show me what you can do, Jon Snow,"
"Gladly."
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