Sansa is not happy having Jon's cum on her face

Jon had always tried to live his life with honour. Joining the Night’s Watch; supporting Sansa with the Wildlings to retake Winterfell; pledging his allegience to Dany; he had made those choices not just because they were right but because it was the honourable thing to do. Whenever he had faltered, all it took to reassure himself was a reminder that he was a true and honourable son of Ned Stark. Even if he was not Lord Eddard’s son by blood, Jon had always thought that he was his son by deed when he protected the Stark name and legacy.

But now that was a legacy he had besmirched in the most dishonourable way possible.

He had been molested by the enemy, Cersei Lannister, and forced at her hands to the point that he had ejaculated blindly. With horrifying clarity, Jon saw a white bead slide down Sansa’s cheek towards her mouth, matching the streaks staining her chin and left breast. Meanwhile, Arya was similarly painted, her smaller chest rising and falling with semen staining her forehead and sternum.

His sisters had been degraded and it was all his fault.

Blushing as he saw Sansa’s accusatory stare, he quickly put his hands in front of his shrinking manhood. He would have to do everything he could to resist any further attempts to involve him in his family’s and friends’ humiliations.