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Jon sat up, rubbing the back of his head. The stone floor was freezing and the air smelled of dead bodies and decay, more importantly his skull felt like it had been used as a drum by a giant.
"Okay," he muttered, his voice sounding strange to his own ears , like too deep, too unknown.
He looked at his hands which were now rough, calloused and strong. "So, it's true then ,I'm you know nothing Jon Snow.....I'm actually Jon fucking Snow."
He waited for the panic to set in, he waited to scream about missing his family and his PlayStation, or KFC but the panic didn't actually come , Instead, a wave of memories from the last many years washed over him, various memories of growing up in Winterfell, the cold stares of Lady Stark, the brooding... and then, the recent memories of debauchery....
His eyes widened and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
"Wait a minute, I didn't just wake up in series nor books but in that version.....where jon snow is a pervert, or maybe it's been me all along."
He remembered the last few weeks, seducing catelyn, dominating her and enjoying her pussy and that beautiful ass, she didn't look like her series part but as a milfy Winona Ryder . Then there was the ways he had started educating Sansa.
"Good job, Auto Pilot Me," he laughed, the sound echoing off the statues of the Winter Kings. "You did the grinding, and now I get to enjoy the endgame content."
Suddenly, a soft chime rang out, not in the crypts, but inside his head. A translucent blue rectangle flickered into existence, floating right in front of Torrhen Stark's stone face.
[System Synchronization Complete]
[Host Identity: Restored]
[Welcome to the Game of Thrones: Pleasure & Power Edition]
Jon blinked. "Of course, It wouldn't be an damn Isekai without a blue box."
He reached out to touch it, but his hand passed through.
[New Mission: Acceptance]
Objective: Accept your new reality and leave the Crypts
Status: Complete
[Reward: Starter Pack Received]
[Item Added to Inventory: Divine Smartphone (Soul-Bound)]
"Inventory?" Jon looked down, he didn't see a bag but he reached into the pocket of his breeches, mostly out of instinct.
His fingers brushed against something smooth, cold, and undeniably alien to this world.
He pulled it out, it was a sleek, black colored smartphone. No brand logo, no buttons, just a seamless slab of glass. He pressed the side and the screen lit up with a brilliant 100% battery icon that seemed to mock the torchlight.
"No way," he whispered, he swiped up.
No passcode and the apps were familiar, but streamlined like..... Browser, Notes, maps Camera, Gallery, vlc
He tapped the Browser:-Google.
He typed: 'Game of Thrones Wiki ' and it loaded instantly. 5G? Fuck you !!No, this was something better.
He typed: 'Best positions for beginners, feat Mia Malkova '
Videos loaded instantly and in 4K resolution.
Jon stared at the screen, the blue light illuminating his face in the darkness of the tomb.
He looked at the statue of Torrhen Stark, then back at the phone.
"I have the entire knowledge of Earth, the entire history of this world, and unlimited porn in my pocket," Jon said, standing up and dusting off his cloak. "The Night King doesn't stand a chance. But first... I have some research to do."
Jon shoved the phone deep into his pocket and pushed open the heavy ironwood door. The wind hit him instantly, a biting chill that usually made him hunch his shoulders and brood.
He stepped out into the courtyard, his eyes scanning the grey stones of Winterfell...it looked beautiful, more better than in the shows. It looked the same, but felt totally different, before, this was a prison of the bastardy. Now? It was a playground of your truly future king.
"Jon?"
He turned around and saw Jeyne Poole was standing in the archway leading to the guest keep.
She looked anxious, her hands twisting in her dress, but her eyes were fixed on him with that familiar, desperate adoration.
Jon stopped and the memories hit him instantly....not vague dreams, but high definition replays.
He remembered her legs wrapped around his head and the taste of her, salty and sweet. He remembered the way she whimpered when he made her watch him with Sansa, and how eager she had been to join in when he finally allowed it.
Jesus, Jon thought, a genuine sinister smile breaking across his face. I really was busy, wasn't I?
The old Jon, the broody, teenager was just a appetizer but he was the maindish and he will serve it all too well.
He looked her up and down, openly appreciating the view, especially her tight ass and breast.
"You're freezing," Jon said, walking up to her and he didn't stop at a polite distance, he stepped right into her space, looming over her, She leaned into him instinctively as to seek his heat. "I was waiting for you,Lady Catelyn... she was worried. She said you seemed different this morning."
"I am different," Jon said softly.
He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing over her lower lip. Jeyne's breath hitched, her eyes dilating. She knew this touch, she felt her body react instinctively to it.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice dropping easily into the tone he knew she responded to.
"You were only gone an hour," Jeyne whispered, though she leaned her face into his palm, nuzzling it like a cat.
"That's not what I asked."
Jeyne flushed, glancing nervously at a passing guard before looking back at him with wet, needy eyes. "Yes, I always miss you."
Jon grinned, hell yeah It was intoxicating.
He had the memories of what she felt like, the texture of her skin, the sounds she made, but remembering a meal wasn't the same as eating it.
He slid his hand down from her face to her waist, pulling her flush against him for a brief second, letting her feel the hardness of his body against hers. It was a brazen move in the middle of the courtyard, but he knew no one was looking closely.
"Go to the room," he murmured into her ear. "Make sure the door is unlocked. I need to talk to lady catelyn first... but then I'm coming to see you. "
Jeyne shivered, a visible tremble that ran through her frame. She nodded quickly, biting her lip. "Okay. I'll... I'll wait ."
"Good girl."
He let her go and she practically scurried away, casting one last longing look over her shoulder before disappearing into the keep.
Jon watched her go, the smile lingering on his lips.
Okay, he thought, turning his gaze toward the Lord's chambers where Catelyn would be waiting.
He cracked his neck, feeling the tension of the crypts leave him.
Autopilot Jon had all the fun but the memories are just files on a hard drive now It's time to experience the real thing.
A Milf is ready to be enjoyed.
Authors Note:-
Well , dearies.
Memories are memories, but reality needs to be enjoyed itself.
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