About half an hour later, the two stragglers finally managed to climb up the ropes that had been thrown down and came aboard the ship.
Both of them looked a little rough on the edges, with leaves stuck on all over their clothes, and their hair looking like bird nests, which was to be expected as the two had spent the night sleeping in the forest.
But unlike her Father, Sarella also caught sight of some more specific details, such as the refreshed glowing look on her sister's skin and the faint dark circles under Jon's eyes as if he hadn't slept all night.
'These two definitely did it,' Sarella mused with narrowed eyes, as she saw the bright smile on her sister's face as she greeted Oberyn. 'She's definitely going to brag about it later,' the girl thought with irritation, but also a little bit of expectation.
After greeting Jon, the Advisor went away to give the order for the crew to lower the sails and immediately set off with full speed, as they were already a little behind schedule, while the other four of them got comfortable.
"You two sure took your time, huh?" Sarella said with a raised eyebrow as she took a seat on an empty crate before turning towards the two who were placing down their luggage.
"Sorry about that," Jon replied with an apologetic smile as he took a seat beside Sarella, "We overslept a little, and then the princess here," he whispered in a gossipy voice while sneakily pointing his finger towards Nymeria, "Would not move an inch until she had been served a good meal, so you really can't blame me for this,"
"I heard that!" Nymeria burst out indignantly, as she immediately halted her search for a change of clothes inside the bag that Sarella had taken with her in the carriage, and marched towards the two with her hands on her hips, "How dare you put this on me, you insufferable beast?!" she hissed as she towered over Jon, who immediately began cowering away from her with a nervous look on his face, "It was all because of you that I was tired all night, and now you have the nerve to blame me for not wanting to set off immediatley, huh?!"
"I—"
"What do you mean by that?" Oberyn's voice suddenly asked before Jon could offer his apologies and appease her.
The Dornish prince had gone to the cook to bring the two some leftovers from the dinner, and was walking towards them when he heard his daughter's words, "Why were you tired all night?" he asked while curiously looking at his daughter.
"Yes, sister. What did you mean by that?" Sarella asked with a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes.
"I-I meant—" Nymeria turned around with a flustered look on her face, not expecting her father to arrive at that exact moment.
But it was too late to regret now, and the only thing she could do was to come up with a good cover-up. Unfortunately for her, she had never been particularly quick-witted, and as usual, her brain refused to cooperate at this moment.
"She is right, it really was my fault." Jon thankfully came to her rescue before the girl could panic and give anything away. "I knew there was a good campsite nearby, so I took her through a bit of a roundabout path after leaving that place. But it was only when we were almost halfway through that I realised that the location was farther away than I remembered, so in the end, we reached the place late into the night and did not get to sleep."
"Oh," Oberyn nodded with an understanding expression as he finally got the real reason why they were so late to arrive, but then he got confused as to why his daughter was flustered about such a simple thing, as being tired was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"You brought food! That's perfect!" Jon suddenly exclaimed as he jumped up, taking Oberyn's attention away from his daughter, "I was almost starving out here," he said as he took the two plates from Oberyn and, after handing one to Nymeria, he immediately picked up a loaf of bread from his and tore into it with a somewhat exaggerated look of relish on his face, "Delicious!"
"Slow down, Jon, we still have plenty left," Oberyn chuckled as he began to look around for an empty crate to sit and chat with them about their nightly adventure.
"That reminds me, we should go and decide our route," Jon said as he immediately grabbed Oberyn's right arm to stop him from taking a seat, before he began pulling him towards the cabin which the Advisor was in, all while juggling the plate of food in his other hand, "We need to tell him beforehand so that the ship can sail without worry for the next few days, and nights,"
"But that's not very urgent, is it?" Oberyn asked with a bewildered look on his face, "We can go after you finish your meal."
"No, it's fine. I can eat while we talk," Jon insisted with a smile on his face, "And besides, I feel so tired at the moment that I know that I will definitely fall asleep the moment my stomach is full, so it's better if we do it earlier."
The small exchange earlier had already scared Jon very much, and he knew from the expression on that stinky girl's face that Sarella was somehow in the know about the naughty things that happened during the night.
So, Jon did not dare to take the risk of letting the girl's father stay in their vicinity at the moment... otherwise, with the teasing mood he had seen Sarella in, he was sure that the girl would let something out sooner or later, accidentally or not. And if that, Jon would not even know how to explain himself.
"If you say so," Oberyn relented as he followed after Jon, leaving his daughters behind him.
...
"So how was it?" Sarella asked in an eager whisper the moment the two girls were alone.
"Oh, it was fine. I guess," Nymeria replied, slowly and calmly, trying to be as nonchalant as she could be, but no matter how hard she tried, the girl could not suppress the smile on her face. "We had fun," she finally shrugged as if it was no big deal.
"Oh, save me the humble bragging," Sarella snorted as she roughly pulled her sister to force her to sit beside her, "I can see from the smug grin on your face that it was more than just 'fine', so stop teasing me and just give me all the details," she said with impatience in her voice.
"Oh, fine, fine. Stop shaking me," she said with a put-upon look on her face as if she was very reluctant, but the act did not fool anyone, as Sarella could see that the girl was also vibrating with the eagerness to share with her.
"Well, what you guessed during the night was right," Nymeria started with a small snicker, "He really was a virgin."
"Obviously," Sarella replied a bit proudly, before she too began giggling, as who would have thought that the fierce captain infamous across Essos for taking down the old Pirate King, was still a green boy in these matters, "So, how did it start? Did he fumble a lot? Was he very nervous? Did he even know where to put it?" she asked one after the other, unable to contain her curiousity.
"He was indeed very nervous, but that was only for a short while at the very start," Nymeria replied with a small smile as if reminiscing fondly, "But he was so enthusiastic that it made up for his inexperience. And as for his knowledge..." she said before shaking her head with a somewhat wry look, "Well, you could say that he knew even more things than me,"
"Huh? What does that mean?" Sarella asked confusedly.
"Well, you see..." Nymeria leaned closer and began whispering the secrets of the night in her sister's ear with a strange delight in her eyes, as if she was reexperiencing that moment.
While the explanation she gave her sister was a bit lengthy and filled with a lot of exaggeration, and strange R-rated gestures, the main gist of it was this...
For the first few minutes of their battle, it was Nymeria in the lead, using her wisdom to teach the young lad the ways of flesh, but with every minute that passed, the boy became more and more familiar with her body, and then not only did he become unrestrained, he also began to aggressively take the initiative from her... which only seemed to delight the girl more.
The boy from North had tried all kinds of positions with her, some she was familiar with because of Arianne, such as with her on her knees and him behind her, and with her legs wrapped around his waist and him standing up, bouncing her up and down as if she weighed nothing.
But then there were many strange poses that she had never even heard about, and while they were very embarrassing, the girl always cooperated eagerly, because somehow those positions always managed to enhance the pleasure for her without putting too much strain on her body.
'How does someone who's never done it before, even know so much?' Nyermia's pleasure-addled mind had mused at that time, wondering if the boy had dug out some kind of mysterious book filled with ancient wisdom from his ancestors, 'And they said that all Northerners were prude brutes, Ha!'
It was as if a beast that had been suppressed for too long had finally awakened inside of him, and no matter how many times he did it, his heart was never satisfied, and the surprising thing was that his body kept up with his desires all the way through, never getting tired.
His physique, which had been trained after countless hours in the yard, was an almost perfect piece of machinery, with there being no end to his inexhaustible stamina.
And when things got a little bit icky after a while, Jon had taken her down through a small winding path towards the small waterfall, and then they did it right inside the water, with Jon calling it 'shower sex'.
But eventually, after a few more rounds, Nymeria's body finally could not take it anymore, and she had to raise their hands in defeat.
In the end, Jon even had to carry her all the way back to the tent as the girl could not even move a finger at that moment.
Nymeria had never even imagined that she would be so thoroughly conquered one day, as not even the Fowler twins and her cousin Arianne combined had been able to do what this boy had done in a few hours.
"I can't believe it..." Sarella gushed with a wide-eyed look of amazement on her face, never having suspected that the boy was hiding such a beastly spirit under his kind smile, 'Who would have known?'
...
On the other side, inside the cabin, the three men had finally reached an agreement on the route that they would take so that they could drop the three Dornish in Dorne while also not being too late for Jon's appointment in King's Landing.
And while it would be a somewhat tight journey considering the little time they had left, it was no problem for a ship under Jon, which could avoid storms and sail day and night.
"Now that this is sorted," The Advisor said as he folded up the map to put it back, "I think you should send a letter to Merchant Sam in the next few days," he said while looking at Jon, "That should give him enough time to prepare our ships for set off,"
"Ah, don't worry about that," Jon replied with a wave of his hand, "Uncle Sam had only been taking short trips over the past month, mostly to Pentos and back, so our company's ships are ready to depart at any moment."
"Very well," The Advisor nodded with a thoughtful look on his face, "We will just send him the letter the week prior, then so that we can meet at the Dragonstone and then sail to King's Landing together from there."
"Wait, why are you calling all of your fleet to King's Landing?" Oberyn asked with a confused look on his face.
"Not all, just half," Jon replied with a small smile.
"That is still too many ships for simply going to attend a tourney," Oberyn replied as he looked at Jon with a weird expression on his face. "What are you going to do with such a show of force? You are not going there to start a war, are you?"
"Probably not?" Jon replied with a small shrug, "But it's still better to be prepared for everything. After all, you don't go into a snake's pit without at least bringing a stick along for protection."
"Ah," Oberyn said as he nodded with an amused expression on his face, as if he completely agreed with him, "But now, I really regret not being able to go with you to watch the excitement. How unfortunate."
"Oh, I am sure you will have plenty of chances in the future."
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