Chương 4: Chapter 4 (R-18)
The stone corridors of Winterfell echoed with Benjamin Gilman's footsteps as he made his way to his assigned quarters. The events of the day weighed heavily on his mind, the reality of his situation finally beginning to sink in. He was a man out of time and place, trapped in a world that seemed to have sprung from the pages of a medieval fantasy novel.
As he turned a corner, lost in thought, he nearly collided with a woman carrying a stack of fresh linens. She stumbled, and Benjamin's superhuman reflexes allowed him to catch both her and the falling sheets in one fluid motion.
"Whoa there, sweetheart," he said, steadying her. "You alright?"
The woman, a voluptuous servant around forty years old, looked up at him with wide eyes. Her cheeks flushed as she took in Benjamin's appearance - his strange clothes, his chiseled features, and the easy strength with which he'd caught her.
"I'm... I'm fine, m'lord," she stammered, clearly flustered. "Thank you."
Benjamin's trademark grin spread across his face. Even in this strange world, some things remained constant - like the effect he had on women.
"No need for the 'lord' business, darling. Name's Benjamin. And you are?"
"Mara, si- Benjamin," she replied, her blush deepening.
"That's a beautiful name, not many can say the same" It wasn't actually, but damn was she smokin'.
Benjamin chuckled, inching closer to the woman while his hand was on the wall. "How about you and I have some... fun?" He asked in a sly voice, his eyes fixed on her plump breasts, and her eyes couldn't help but widen as her cheeks became even more red. It's been quite a while since a man has looked at her in such a way.
She was stunned, but Benjamin continued, "It's been a very long time since I had some fun with a real woman... I promise I will treat you very well," he said in his deep voice. Step 2, empower and weaponize her experience.
She then looked down the hallway to make sure nobody would see her doing anything other than her duties, and then she leaned in closer. Checkmate...
Benjamin's hand was around her plump waist and her legs started shaking as she gasped, her eyes were now locked on his and she could barely keep her eyes open. "I-I'm flattered m- Benjamin but I'm older.." she replied, her voice soft and deep and her chest rising up and down.
She had wrapped her arms around him, contradicting her own words. "Nonsense," he said with a smile as he leaned in. Mara's breath was now heavy and her eyes were almost closed as she whispered, as if she had been expecting a different outcome. "B-but I'm not that pretty..." Benjamin leaned in further until his lips were almost on hers.
Time for some legendary bullshit, it worked with cougars in Hollywood. What could go wrong? "I've been here for about 2 to 3 hours, and you're the most beautiful woman here," he said as he leaned in further, her breathing got heavier and she immediately reciprocated the act. She couldn't help but moan softly into it. He deepened the kiss until her moans got louder and her body pressed against his.
'I win...' Benjamin thought.
His hand moved down until it was cupping her ass through her dress as his lips moved down to her neck and started kissing and licking it. Mara was breathing heavily and her moans were louder and louder. Her hand went behind his head, gripping chunks of his lush brown hair in delight, as she pulled his head into her neck.
"M-more.. Please" she said in a deep and hoarse voice. Benjamin pulled back slightly and smirked at her. "Of course, I'd never leave such a beautiful woman unsatisfied." He said as he lifted her up by her ass and carried her to his assigned quarters before shutting the door.
Mara wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her neck again. Benjamin's hands were now on her breasts and he rubbed them through the fabric of her dress.
Mara was breathing heavily and moaning louder as she put more and more weight on his hands. He smirked and pinched one of her nipples through the fabric. Her moans got louder as she arched her back, giving him better access to her body. Benjamin pinched her other nipple and started rubbing her breasts, causing her to moan even louder.
He pushed off the wall and walked her over to the bed and laid her down on it. Mara looked at him with wide eyes as he kneeled between her legs. "Mmm, you'd make a fortune in Hollywood," he said as he kissed the inside of one of her thighs.
'Hollywood?' Mara thought, she was breathing heavily as she looked down at him, watching him kiss the inside of her thigh before he moved on to the other one. Her moans got louder and louder as his kisses got closer and closer to her pussy. Benjamin smirked as he kissed her pussy lips through the fabric of her dress. "Please, m- m- Benjamin," Mara moaned, arching her back once again, giving him better access.
He smiled as his hand moved up to her chest and pinched one of her nipples. "Patience," he whispered. A trick he learned from a lesbian cougar in Thailand. Learning is never bad, folks.
His lips went back down to her pussy and he started kissing it through the fabric of her dress. Mara's moans got louder and louder, her body shaking and shivering from how much pleasure she was receiving. Benjamin smirked as he licked through the fabric of her dress, teasing her clit.
Her moans were so loud now that she hoped nobody heard them. Benjamin couldn't give a shit, so what if they find it loud. What are they gonna do about it?
Exactly.
Mara's eyes were closed as her moans filled the room. Benjamin continued as his tongue pressed against her clit and started licking it through the fabric of her dress. Mara's moans were so loud now, that she herself hoped nobody would hear them. She was breathing heavily and her moans were deep and hoarse.
Benjamin licked her clit faster, causing her to moan louder and louder until she was screaming in pleasure. Her thighs clamped inward, trapping his head in the act. He kept licking her until she came and then he stopped.
Mara looked at him with wide eyes as he stood up and smiled at her. "Looks like the women here are also naughty as hell, eh?" Benjamin said with a smile as he pulled off his gear, revealing his chiseled body. He then removed the hem of her dress. "You're still wearing too many clothes," he said as he pulled her dress off completely and revealing her in all her glory.
"I am a lucky man," he said as he took in her thick thighs, her big breasts, and her soft stomach. Mara's cheeks, once again, turned red as Benjamin stared at her.
"Y-you don't have to lie m'l- Benjamin," she moaned softly, yet shyly, as she spread her legs and showed off her pussy. Benjamin's eyes went down to her pussy and then back up to her eyes. "Lady, I have the acquired taste," he said with a grin. Mara pouted but she knew she'd get what she wanted eventually.
Let's just say, things happened that night.
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As dawn broke over Winterfell, Benjamin found himself being escorted to the Great Hall for breakfast with the Stark family. The servant leading him, a young boy who couldn't seem to stop staring, kept shooting nervous glances over his shoulder as if expecting Benjamin to suddenly sprout wings or breathe fire.
The Great Hall, so chaotic the night before, was now a picture of somber Northern dignity. At the high table sat Lord Eddard Stark, his wife Lady Catelyn, and their children. All conversation ceased as Benjamin entered, every eye in the room fixed upon him.
"Ah, our guest arrives," Ned said, his voice carefully neutral. "Please, join us."
Benjamin sauntered up to the high table, acutely aware of the tension in the room. He took the offered seat, flashing a wink at the eldest Stark daughter, Sansa, who blushed furiously and looked away.
"Hope you don't mind if I skip the bowing and scraping," Benjamin said, reaching for a loaf of bread. "Not really my style."
Ned's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "In Westeros, Benjamin, we show respect to our hosts and to those of higher station. It is our way."
Benjamin tore off a chunk of bread, chewing thoughtfully before responding. "Yeah, about that. Where I come from, we don't really do the whole 'higher station' thing. I mean, sure, we have rich folks and politicians, but at the end of the day, everyone's equal under the law."
'Well, that's also kind of bullshit.' Solider Boy thought. He fucked up big time during the 1963 Birmingham protests and the anti-war protest against Vietnam...
He really was a piece of shit...
Meanwhile his statement caused a stir among the Stark children. Arya, the younger daughter, leaned forward with interest, while Robb, the eldest son, looked skeptical.
"That's preposterous," Robb said. "How can a peasant be equal to a lord? Who would maintain order?"
Benjamin shrugged. "We have laws, police, elected officials. It's not perfect, but it works better than having some inbred royal family calling all the shots just because their great-great-grandpappy wore a fancy hat."
Lady Catelyn gasped at the crude language, while Ned's face darkened. "You would do well to mind your tongue, Benjamin. You may be a guest here, but I will not tolerate disrespect towards the crown or the natural order of things."
"Natural order?" Benjamin scoffed. "There's nothing natural about one group of people lording it over another just because of who their parents were. Where I come from, we fought a war to get rid of that bullshit."
Let's just say, shit got out of hand. Ned looked ready to call for the guards, while Catelyn was trying to usher the younger children away. But before the situation could escalate further, Maester Luwin arrived with a message for Lord Stark, providing a welcome distraction.
The blessing of being American.
As the breakfast came to an awkward end, Benjamin decided some fresh air might do him good. He made his way to the training yard, the sound of clashing steel growing louder as he approached.
To his surprise, the yard was empty save for a single figure - a young man of about sixteen, with dark curly hair and a solemn expression. The boy was attacking a practice dummy with fierce determination, his movements speaking of long hours of training.
"Not bad, kid," Benjamin called out, causing the young man to whirl around in surprise. "But your footwork could use some work."
The boy's hand tightened on the hilt of his practice sword. "Who are you?" he demanded, wariness evident in his grey eyes - eyes that, Benjamin noticed, looked remarkably similar to Ned Stark's.
"Name's Benjamin," he replied, strolling closer. "And you are?"
The boy hesitated for a moment before answering. "Jon Snow."
Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "Snow?" The fuck kind of name is that? He continued, "That's not the same last name as the other Stark kids."
Jon's face tightened, a flicker of pain passing across his features. "I'm Lord Stark's bastard son," he said, his voice flat.
"Bastard, huh?" Benjamin mused. "And I'm guessing that's a big deal around here?"
Jon nodded, his expression guarded. "It means I'm not a true Stark. I'll never inherit Winterfell or hold lands of my own."
Benjamin let out a low whistle. "Well, that's some grade-A bullshit if I ever heard it. Where I come from, kid, it doesn't matter who your parents were or if they were married. What matters is what you do with your life."
Jon looked at him skeptically. "And where exactly do you come from? Everyone's been talking about the strange man who appeared at the feast, but no one seems to know anything about you."
Benjamin grinned, picking up a practice sword and testing its weight. "That, Jon Snow, is a long and complicated story. Let's just say this, technically, I'm also a bastard..." The boys eyes widened.
But Benjamin spoke before he could, "But how about this - you show me what you can do with that sword, and I'll tell you all about it. Deal?"
A small smile, perhaps the first genuine one Benjamin had seen on the boy's face, appeared on Jon's lips. "Deal," he said, raising his sword.
As the two began to spar, neither of them noticed the figure watching from the shadows of the covered walkway above. Ned Stark observed the interaction with a mixture of concern and curiosity, wondering what impact this strange visitor would have on his family - and on the boy he had raised as his son.
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