The Slums, Boylesten, England (1763)...
The cool chill of early morning air did little to quell the apparent heat that stirred within the loins of Alain Remington as he found himself in the slums of Boylesten with a redhead moaning in his ear and her belly pressed up against the dilapidated brick wall of the building that had been her home as he stood behind her, his trousers down to his ankles and his cock impaled into the warmth between her thin legs as she gripped the wall and pressed her pale cheek against it. He had not remembered how he had gotten to this point. Following the events of Casimir's engagement party he'd taken his leave of the estate and a bottle of wine along with him as he wandered the streets getting as far away from his heartbreak as possible. He was filled with only bitterness and spite as a result of being used by Noreen and resented not only her but his status as a noble as well as any other.
He headed toward the slums knowing that he would be less likely to find another noble slinking about even in the shadows and the further he got away from his life the better he felt. Alain was having a hell of a time trying to recall why he'd been shoving his cock into the moaning redhead whose voice continued to arouse him as he gripped her hips and took her with maddening force. He saw only Noreen at the time, her legs spread before him and he couldn't stop himself. From what he recalled, the redhead looked to be quite the opposite of Noreen, thin, pale, and largely unappealing but she was a woman like any other and in desperate need of coin. So much so that she stopped in the middle of the road and begged him to give her his cock so that she could earn coins to feed her husband and young son.
She wasn't the type to sell her body to just anyone as she must have taken note of his attire and realized his privileged upbringing. She possibly wondered why he wasn't mugged with the coin he carried despite it being strictly for a drink at the tavern when his wine ran out. They lived in an age where prostitution was a quick way for even the poorest of women to make a bit of coin if they played their respective cards right. Alain felt for the lass but his bitter outlook on life had made him more inclined to accept the offer of shoving his cock into her to exchange the coin than to give it to her freely as he might have considered doing beforehand.
He allowed the redhead woman who had been quite ashamed of her having to resort to degrading herself to lead him to a darkened alley where she could hide her act away from those she knew as well as her household as she seemed to be her only means of ensuring that they had supper for the coming days.
Alain watched the tears fall down her cheeks as she degraded herself before him slowly stripping off her worn cotton dress of blueish-gray coloration and folding it neatly away from the elements and the possible outcome of their act. Dark eyes glared at the woman who had not been very appealing but his cock stirred in anticipation due to her tears. There was a darkness lurking inside the embittered lad as he opened his mouth to speak it was as if the voice belonged to another and he was merely a passenger in his own body.
"Turn and face the wall," he instructed her his bitterness not at all wavering. "I shall not like to see your tears while I fuck you."
She did as he said not wishing to upset him and lose out on her prize as she faced the nearby wall.
Alain had known all too well that his size had taken some getting used to but he didn't care at that moment, he parted her legs as she sobbed against the filthy bricks her exposed flesh revealing her semi-shapely form as his hands moved over her hips and he bent her at the knee. He unbuttoned his trousers letting them drop to his ankles as his cock pulsed in the open air. All he could see was Noreen and her treachery and as a result, he impaled the redhead in one go shoving himself inside her tightness without regard for her lack of experience with his size.
She nearly doubled over as he began thrusting inside her pounding her viciously against the brick wall. At first, the sobs continued but the moans began to drown them out as she found herself getting used to him. He'd been the largest she'd ever taken and burrowed his way into her womb as he pounded her against the wall.
Alain rolled his eyes in the back of his head loving the feel of his cock being engulfed as he had when Noreen was on the other end of it. The drunkenness was making it difficult to keep coordination, but he was soon working out a sloppy rhythm to his pounding. The woman gripped the wall feeling every inch of him invade her like a battering ram and she couldn't decide if it was a terrible experience or a delightful one as more pleasure seemed to fill her than grief at the moment.
The sound of their sloppy coupling seemed to echo in the distance as Alain continued to get his fill of pleasure from this woman this redhead who seemed to stir his arousal even more as he gripped her hips harder and the pounding continued. All he could see was Noreen and Casimir with his cock invading her as she moaned his name and it intensified the heartbroken lad's thrusts into the redhead.
Despite his best efforts to appear otherwise, Alain had truly been in love with her. The woman who had been well on her way to becoming his sister-in-law and it made him all the more embittered as a result. The moments they shared came back in brutal waves bombarding his mind with every aspect of them plaguing his thoughts without end.
Alain felt himself getting close to his release after feeling the stickiness of the now screaming redhead as she clenched and rode out the last of her own. He recalled how Noreen ordered him to pull out to ensure she had not been pregnant until the last time they were together. She had to have known she'd been safe then. Alain let out a grunt and pulled back from the woman not wishing to sire a bastard even in this place.
The result of his release coated the nearby wall white and he tucked his dripping wet cock back into his trousers as he pulled them up and tossed a small pouch of coin at the foot of the woman he had just pulled out from. He didn't look back as he continued to make his way down the dirt road to nowhere his mind still swimming in bitterness as he sought a place to get himself even more drunk than he already was.
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Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763).....
It was apparent that Alain spending weeks of binge drinking and fooling around with random women had gotten Noreen McCrayson's attention as she found Alain lounging about with a bottle of wine in his hand in one of the studies. She had concerns for her former lover and future brother-in-law ever since the engagement party and feared that he'd take to destroying himself due to the agony of his heartbreak. She had cornered him once in the study only for him to laugh off her concerns and walk out as if she had been nothing to him. Flustered, she managed to catch him in his bedchambers as she busted through the door only to find herself getting more than she bargained for in the form of a drunken Alain standing naked in the center of his bedroom while a little-known servant girl was tasked with pleasuring him on her knees.
Alain kept turning up the bottle of wine he carried with him as the servant's tongue moved up and down his cock and Noreen gasped in shock at the scene. He ignored her supposed outrage and dismissed her concerns once more to shoot his seed into the back of the servant girl's throat before collapsing onto his bed curled up with his bottle of wine nearly empty.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Noreen unsure why he'd been behaving this way.
"Whatever do you mean?" asked Alain with an arched brow. "I'm just having a bit of fun like everyone else in life."
"You know what I mean," growled Noreen unsure what to make of him. "You've become a horrid man and a downright drunk."
Alain lifted his bottle of wine in a mock toast to her and finished it off in record fashion.
"Seeing as you are invading my privacy, I feel no need to be dressed decent, and as for my extracurricular activities, they are of no concern to you," he replied before tossing the bottle against a nearby wall causing it to shatter and frighten her for a moment before she found herself consumed via fury and ultimately walked out in a huff.
After the encounter, Noreen decided to speak with Alfred knowing how much of an effect he had on Alain and the worry he'd have if he knew how his son was spiraling further and further out of control.