114 filler chapter 18 + warning

Author's note: I am currently working on a much longer chapter about MCs daughters Ellyn's POV and end it in a single chapter , but I'm currently wound up with some writer's block. While the story is on the back-burner I decided to write something else that was simple, fun and short and this is the result.

( 285 AC one year after the establishment of Baratheon dynasty.)

Daylight flooded into the modest hall through simple windows, illuminating the several men gathered inside. Alan Winters, The lord of Herrenhall sat upon his temporary wooden throne on a small village, a simple but functional seat of power that had been handmade in the nearby town known as Herrenton he ruled.

He took a break from Kingslanding and found the time to organize his land and holdings. And taking oaths from his new bannermans. The houses.. Wode, Wayn,Blanetree, Butterwell, ketteleblack and many more Smaller houses ones served house Whent. Now they serve their new overlord. The Winters, new ruling house of Herrenhall.

The lord's guardsman and squires stood at his side and the mens are listening to the farmer standing before them expressing his worries. There has been new addition for his personal squires. Renly Baratheon and Willas Tyrell. Alan took Renly as his squire because Robert insisted so that young Renly could learn from him and later he may took the role of master of law. And Mace Tyrell wants his son to become as valiant as Alan. So he sent his son to foster under Alan. After all ,Alan is a family of the Tyrells and the dowry Olena Tyrell given was most splendid.

Back to the court room.

"My Lord, I thank you for hearing me. My farm is fine, but I worry about my neighbor, Mrs. Fulk." Alan nodded and scratched his chin, a frown working its way onto his face as he recalled what had happened to her family.

"Mrs. Fulk? Yes, I remember someone already told me of her situation. She lost her husband and son two years ago, correct?" The peasant nodded and continued.

"Yes my lord, she's the one. Her husband Fulk died in the trident along side lord wheants host and his infant son suddenly took ill and before the day was out he was dead. My family helps her as much as we can, but we can't properly manage both our fields and hers. We just don't have enough hands, my lord." The farmer was a cowered , but intelligent enough to survived. Thus he likes the man.

It was understandable. The Riverland took most of the casualties during the rebellion. Many people died..... mostly male population.

This left a huge shortage of Man power.

"I see." Alan murmured as he rubbed his chin in contemplation. "I will speak with her today and find a solution, so do not worry about her any longer my good man." The farmer nodded, but didn't leave. He still fidgeted nervously and apprehension still painted his face. The new lord had a reputation for being fair but harsh.

"What will happen to her my lord? She's done nothing wrong and-"

"I will do what is best for her and this village." Alan cut him off. "We all have our duties. If someone is unable or unwilling to fulfill them I will look into it and act accordingly." The peasant bowed and left the lord's hall, leaving the noble alone with his guardsman and advisors.

"Another day, another problem." Alan mentioned to his Squires, Willas and Renly stoically nodding at Their lord's observation.

"The many intricacies of ruling a sleepy country hamlet my lord. It may not be prestigious, but there is something satisfying about a well-managed village and productive people." Alan agreed to one of his knights, and they set back to work, hearing concerns and mediating disputes.

The sun sank low in the sky, the evening giving the villagers a chance to unwind and settle down before the night came and carried them off to sleep. Alan had finished taking audiences that day and was already on his way to the widow Fulk's farmhouse, eager to get his duty over and done with it.

It wasn't pleasant or kind, but he was most likely going to have to evict her. There was no way she would be able to work her farm's sections of the fields and meet her crop rents. Beyond that, her section of land could feed and support several family and it was his duty for the moment to ensure the land was used as efficiently as possible until he appoints someone to look after it.

He reached the widow's house in no time at all and didn't even hesitate to knock, his rough hands rapping on the hovel's door.

He was a high noble, but he was not afraid of field work. The strenuous activity made his body strong and being seen in the fields getting his hands dirty with the peasantry earned him their respect and lots of admirat. The widow's door opened and Mrs. Fulk appeared.

"Yes who is- oh, My Lord Winter!" The widow curtsied, inadvertently showing off her cleavage. Her simple dress drew attention to her natural beauty and Alan couldn't help but appreciate it. Her long blonde hair was gathered into braid and her deep green eyes inquisitively studied the noble visitor.

"We have matters to discuss Mrs. Fulk." Alan stated neutrally.

"Of course my lord, please come in and sit while I fetch you Ale." Alan followed the widow in, admiring her shapely posterior as they went. He estimated that she was in her early thirties, still young enough to bear children and start another family. He knew all the eligible men in his land were already married/Dead/ And moved elsewhere, but maybe she would be lucky and find a new husband somewhere else in his province.

The noble and the widow sat together at her wooden table, sipping the Ale for a moment and cautiously studying each other before the widow broke the awkward silence. "How is the ale my lord?"

"It's fine." Alan grunted before inhaling and addressing her. "Mrs. Fulk, there is no good way to say this so I will simply get it over with." Concern covered the widow's face, but she showed no sign of surprise. "You can no longer live here on your own." Silence filled the hovel again, the tension becoming palpable before the widow spoke.

"I see." She set her teacup down and composed herself before continuing. "May I ask why? I haven't failed to pay my rent of crops."

"You can't manage your share of the fields on your own." Alan countered. "Your neighbor and his family have helped you but at the expense of their own fields. They simply can't handle two families worth of land. Soon both of you will be unable to meet your rents and if I let you of then other people will be asking me the same. Either you marry and find a husband to help you tend the fields or you leave and find elsewhere to live."

"All the eligible men are already married, or died in the war my Lord" The widow pleaded, "and I have no family left. There is nowhere for me to go my lord!"

"I'm sorry, but my responsibly is to this village and the stability of my realm." Alan stood from the table and turned to leave, but the widow caught his arm and continued to beg.

"Please my lord, my family is dead and my home is all I have left! I have nowhere to go, forcing me from my farm is as good as a death sentence!" The lord shook her off and resumed walking to the door, the widow hot on his heels.

"That is not my problem Mrs. Fulk, I'm simply doing my duty."

"Please!" The widow shouted in desperation, shifting past the lord and placing herself between him and the exit. "I cannot lose my home, I'll do anything you want, give you anything you want! I don't have much wealth but you can take all of it! Please my lord, just don't throw me out!" Tears had started to streak down her face and her voice had started to waver.

Alan fall into another awkward situation . He did not consider himself a villain or tyrant, but there was nothing he could do. The widow was going to jeopardize two farmsteads and he couldn't allow it. He looked her over again as he prepared to push past her. It was a shame there were no men for her to marry in town, she was still beautiful and healthy. The widow noticed his wandering eyes and she wiped away her tears and fought to sturdy her voice.

"There must be something I can offer you my lord." She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his chest before kneeling before him. " I do not know if You're yet married or not my lord. But How long has it been since a woman tended to your needs? I could care for you. However you want, whenever you want. Just let me keep my home."

Alan's mind reeled. The widow was right, he'd been so focused on governing his land since the King appointed him as lord of Herrenhall. that he hadn't had time to realize how pent-up he was. His wife is in Kingslanding playing game of thrones with the court ladies. She doesn't want live in Herrenhall until it's rebuilt enough for her standard.

Even a half serious man like him couldn't ignore his animal urges forever. Seeing the widow in her kneeling there, clearly willing to submit to his desires finally tipped him over the edge.

"Strip." The lord ordered. Mrs. Fulk was stunned for a second, but quickly recovered and set to work. She disrobed on the spot, tossing her clothing aside and presenting herself to her lord. Alan took a moment to look her over, circling around her like a Predator Eagle sizing up his prey. Her figure was curvaceous and motherly, her wide hips supported a luscious full bottom and her sizable breasts tempted him to no end.

He reached out and took great handfuls of her sumptuous ass, the widow gasping as he roughly groped her. She made no move to stop him though and he handled her roughly, selfishly exploring her body and doing with it as he wished. Her breasts begged to be mauled and when Alan squeezed them like ripe fruits he was surprised to find thin streams of milk flowing from her stiff nipples.

"My neighbors have a newborn," Mrs. Fulk started to explain, "the least I could do since they were helping was to breastfeed-"

"Silence." Alan cut her off, still toying with her bosom and indulging himself in her flesh. "The deal is I allow you to keep this home and in return you belong to me. You'll do whatever I say, give me whatever I ask, only speak when I tell you to. I want everything, do you understand?" The widow nodded, she was prepared to do whatever it took to keep her home. She had no other options.

Satisfied with her answer, Alan took a teat in both hand and drew the matronly peasant woman's nipples into his mouth, greedily sucking down her sweet nectar. She tasted so good and the perverse thrill of plundering her body so thoroughly drove him wild with excitement. Having taken his fill, he released her nipples before he dragged her to the table they had talked at so politely earlier.

"Bend over." He commanded, stripping off his garb as he watched the widow comply and lean forward on the table, presenting herself nicely. He was already painfully erect so he simply grabbed her hips and shoved his cock in between her thighs, reveling in how warm and soft the widow felt. Finally, he grew impatient and lined himself up with her moist sex before thrusting forward, spearing the lowly peasant on his noble scepter.

The sensation of her tight sex wrapped around his manhood made him grunt in pleasure, and he quickly settled into a steady rhythm as he plowed the poor woman's fertile field. Mrs. Fulk moaned and mewled as Alan began roughly pounding her into the table, the lord simply taking what he wanted and doing as he wished with her body.

He reached out and told hold of her long braided hair in one hand, using it for leverage as he forced his dick as deep inside the poor farmer's pussy as he could. Something in Alan urged him to dominate the widow as completely as possible, to claim the bitch and breed her and mark her as his property.

Visions of her belly swelling with his child and her tits bursting with delicious milk seemed to rush through his head and he fucked her with ever more intensity as he fantasized about filling her womb with cum and forcing her to carry as many children as he wanted. Eventually the wicked thoughts proved too much and he cried out in ecstasy as he slammed himself as far into the widow's cunt as possible. Not just One's but several times.

Jet after jet of hot semen burst forth into Mrs. Fulk's womb, filling her with her liege's royal seed. The two laid there on the table, breathing and gasping and moaning as they rode out their orgasms. After a moment Alan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as he watched some of his cum leak from the widow's well-bred pussy.

"I'll direct a few of the servants and Golds from herenhall and few workers from other village to help care for your fields. I'll also send you one of Maester Qyburns acolyte to help you manage this village on your own, And I'm appointing you as the owner of this area surrounded the village. I shall bestow you the title of baroness. I'll come and use you however and whenever I want."

"Yes my lord." The widow breathed, shuddering as the exertion and afterglow of her orgasm caught up with her. "If I may speak, my lord?" Alan nodded and she continued. "If I'm lucky you may have blessed me with a new family already. Would you be willing to continue this deal until I have a strong son or daughter to help me manage the territory?"

"Of course." The lord smiled a wolfish grin. "Who knows? You might even need quite a few children to manage your fields, and I can certainly help you with that."