Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)....
Drunkenness could have possibly have been to blame for the way Alain Remington had suddenly taken an interest in the innocent redhead peasant girl as he often looked upon her with eyes teeming with lust and desire unmatched when he saw her day in and day out. She'd been a sweet thing, trying her best to appease his tumultuous temperament and sexually charged directness when it came to her. The fisticuffs champion had been something of a shameless flirt when it came to his drink and he was often escorted back to his room because of it. The Innkeeper had invested quite a bit on the wonderous fighter and sought to protect him even from himself as the days rolled on and he remained undefeated. The peasant girl, known vaguely to him as Cordelia had once more ventured into Alain's room, which was surprisingly always left unlocked for her whenever he had an inclination that she'd stop by. She had become something along the lines of obsessed with him after that strange afternoon in his room, when he'd coated her in his seed via a drunken attempt to sate his lust using her in the worst way.
Alain in the past might have been ashamed of doing such a thing to such a young and clueless woman but being as embittered as he'd been in the wake of his first heartbreak, he wasn't of the mind to care about anything aside from getting what he wanted and that was the peasant girl writhing beneath him for a second time but with more skin to skin contact. He had not even taken note of the rather predatory manner in which he dealt with her, the curious young thing whom had caught his eye as of late.
Cordelia eased her way into the semi darkened room unsure of what to make of Alain standing before a massive canvas with paint splattered everywhere and his eyes keenly focused. He'd been shirtless once again due to the paint and quite aroused at the prospect of his apparent new muse coming to see him. Alain turned to greet her, drawn immediately via her hidden beauty as he closed the gap between them, cornering the nervous but very curious and impulsively driven girl into the nearby wall. The look of desire blazed behind Alain's dark eyes as he towered above her, one hand leaning against the wall as she noted his bare chest splattered via paint and his barely concealed cock nearly bursting from his trousers at the sight of her.
He breathed in her scent, a fragrance of herbs and fresh earth from her days of toiling and smiled as she nervously looked up at him. With a lone finger, he brought up her chin as she attempted to look away from him, the handsome daring man whom had sway over her young body even when she'd opted to steer clear of him. He slowly pressed his lips into her soft pink ones and she found herself melting into the kiss as he slowly dropped his hand from the wall and pulled her via her waist as close to him as possible.
She gasped when she felt his excitement unsure what to make of it as she trembled in his grasp and he smiled again, a wicked smile if ever there was one at her naivete and innocence as he kissed her feverishly along her neck in all the places he knew all too well Noreen had liked before her.
"You are quite a lovely lass." he said his deep baritone voice dripping into the young redhead's ears. "So lovely in fact that I shall like to paint you."
Cordelia had been caught off guard by this, but followed as he lead her toward the canvas before them. He placed her hand along the freshly painted canvas and stood behind her taking in her scent and kissing her along her neck and shoulders as he pressed his body into hers.
"I shall like to paint you inside and out, if only you'd give me permission." he whispered kissing her all the more.
She felt his hands on her hips as he pulled her against him, the hardness of his enormous cock and the rapid breath against her neck as she stood there trying her best to decide what it was that she wanted from this decidedly strange yet handsome man.
She knew so very little about him and yet he knew how to command her body to want him in ways she never dreamed of.
"My subjects tend to be nude." continued Alain still whispering softly into her ear while adding small light pecks along her shoulder. "I believe the beauty of a woman's body should be on full display no matter the eye of the beholder."
Cordelia had been shocked that someone, let alone a man as handsome as Alain Remington had found her to be beautiful in any sense. She'd been a lowly peasant girl unwanted and unloved for much of her life and here was a handsome man of note and talent calling her beautiful of all things.
She'd been so swept in the encompassing rapture of his honied words that she didn't react at all when he proceeded to help her out of her peasant attire as it was slowly discarded onto the floor below. Alain smiled as he took in the sight of her, she'd been pale from head to toe and red sparse hairs lined her pelvis as much as it had the top of her head. Her breasts were purt and supple and her waist was as thin as the rest of her.
Unable to hold back his desire for her, even in an average sense, he lifted her up off the floor and carried her toward the bed where he discarded his own trousers and proceeded to slip himself between her milky thighs eager as any man to taste of the virtue of a woman, especially a clueless one whom had willingly desired him in return.
In that moment, he thought of Noreen McCrayson, the first of the women he'd taken to bed and the only one of pure virtue aside from the redheaded peasant girl before him. A cold fury filled him as he parted her thighs and gripped his throbbing cock which seemed to have been as angry as he'd been in that moment and shoved himself inside the poor girl whom had yet to experience taking a man let alone one in force or as large as he'd been.
The barrier that led her virtue collapsed causing the redhead a good deal of pain as he shoved himself rather unceremoniously inside the now whimpering and tear stricken lass, cruel in his act of deflowering the girl beneath him as he proceeded to thrust forward without a care for her well-being as he sought only to sate his own lust and bury himself as deeply inside the warmth he craved as he possibly could.
She enveloped him nicely as he gripped the bedding below them towering over the smaller lass and drilling her depths with reckless abandon despite it being her first time. He ignored the leaking of crimson from her ploughed virtue as he continued having his way with her and the heat between them began to build. More tears streamed down her cheeks as she lied there taking everything his rage had dished out via his enormous appendage and then some.
Eventually, he had managed to hit something deep inside her that radiated pleasure in the wake of the pain he had caused her and she began to moan as she had when he first got her into bed but he'd been inside her wild and untamed as he took her well into the night as vivid images of his time with Noreen danced before him and he'd been unable to quell his longing for her. She had betrayed him and married his own brother but his heart had still longed for her and his body seemed to have grown use to their time together.
Alain unleashed it all upon the poor lass beneath him whom had not complained as she allowed him to ride out his pain by punishing her internally as a means of understanding him. The older man grunted feeling her clench him and began to loose himself in the sensation building between them as much as she had.
"FUCK..." he growled realizing that he had liked bedding Cordelia more than he anticipated.
She triggered something of an obsession in him that had not been seen since his days with Noreen.
As their act came to a close, Alain recalled how Noreen always forced him to pull out when he'd been on the verge of release and refused to do so, knowing the inevitable consequences of impregnating a peasant girl he cared little for the rest of the world aside from the sensation that kept building within him. She seemed to have no objections, not that she could dare to speak of any in the moment as he thrust forward and released deeply into her warmth causing her to cry out and do the same.
Alain grunted as burst after burst of his seed filled the redheaded peasant girl and he finally collapsed onto her as he had the first time she'd been coated in his release, only this time he'd made sure to keep it all inside her as his cock pulsed. Cordelia felt every aspect of it unsure how to react as her body intended to take it all with the promised implication it left inside as she found herself stroking the slumbering man's sweat blasted cheek.
The warm feeling inside her left behind via his reckless love-making had given her the idea that she had been in love with him and that this was what people whom had loved each other had done to show their mutual affection.
To the eyes of the knowledgeable world, she couldn't have been more wrong, but she knew nothing else to compare it to.