Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)....
An agonized groan escaped a still very hungover Alain Remington as he rolled onto his back amid the soft covers that lined his bed. He had some kind of a headache that only intensified with the onset of beaming sunlight that pierced the makeshift drapes and came right for his face as he winced in pain and found himself awakening before he was good and ready. He was quite shocked to find that he'd been naked although it was more or less routine ever since he'd taken to drink and in the company of a strange new bedmate. Alain froze when his movements to escape the blaring light of the sun jolted the slumbering smaller female body which had been tucked very neatly amid the covers and his own naked form he gasped for a moment unsure of what transpired the previous night when he'd been under the influence of his less than savory feelings and drink. The naked pale redhead opened her eyes and treated him to something of a sad smile as she reached up and stroked his handsome face in an unseemly loving manner.
Alain found himself at a loss for words, and the pounding in his head had not helped much. He simply lied back against the softness of his bedding as the young redhead peasant girl moved to climb over him. She straddled his waist and looked down into his confused hazel eyes as a sad smile filed across her lovely young face.
Up close, he could see the chubby portions of her cheeks indicating her youth and the relative newness of her expression as she slowly took one of her warm yet rough hands and wrapped it around the protruding hardness that loomed before her. She pressed her lips to his as he froze still puzzled as to why she'd been in his bed as the headache continued to get the better of him causing him to wince in reaction to the stinging pain.
A low hiss escaped his harsh pale lips as he felt the inevitable slickness surround his rather strained appendage as she proceeded to impale herself as she seemed to think he wished her to. They had only been a few hours removed from his cyphaning of her virtue, but he had not recalled what he'd done in the early hours of the morning nor the late hours of the previous night after he'd been given to so much drink.
The slight moan that passed through her lips in reaction to the pressure and the stretching of his cock which was nearly deeply imbedded within the confines of her warm depths and reached his ears and ignited his excitement despite the throbbing pain in his head. Alain's eyes took in the pale young woman before him as his hands roamed about her person holding her up via her waistline as the noting of her bouncing breasts caught his undivided attention. She'd been quite peculiar and yet oddly reminded him of Noreen whom had no doubt been taken to be night after night via Casimir the memories of their time together little more than a jest to her.
His anger at the situation had been further ignited as he gripped the redheaded peasant girl and thrust his way forward, at last taking control of the act and her young body as he sought to sate his own building lusts no matter how it appeared to anyone outside of their room. Cordelia slowly roamed her rough calloused hands along the soft flesh of Alain's chest noting his various healed scars from duels and scuffles long past. His flesh remained smooth due to the restorative aspects of youth and well timed stitching as she felt him plunge into her for the umpteenth time since their first encounter when she found herself invited into his bed.
A low moan escaped from her pursed pinked lips as Alain began to give in to his shameful desire for her young body and the warmth it provided. He noted the freckles that lined her otherwise perfect milky white flesh as her pinked breasts bounced before his vision. He noted the hardness of her nipples as she saw her way to glaring down at him, a look of utter concentration on her face as she resoved herself to take him in despite the relative soreness from the sensation that lingered from their previous sexual encounter.
To say she fit around him easily would have been a most audacious lie as Alain noted all too often the tightness of her face and twisting of her lips as she fought back wince after wince the more her heat engulfed him. It was all together cruel that his need drowned out his common sense and decency as he gripped her thin grade hips and shoved his pulsing member inside her harder still seeking only pleasure in the wake of her pain as she'd been little more than a peasant whose sole purpose was to warm his cock.
The vile nature of nobility had been such and it crept into the already embittered young man's heart as a result of the loss of his own virtue in such a similarly cruel fashion. Where he knew she'd seen love, he'd seen usefulness and he didn't dare have the mind to allow her to believe otherwise.
The cool of the morning air filled the rather ill insulated room as the bed creaked and groaned in the wake of the labored act taking place above it. Alain's hazel gaze had never left the moaning peasant girl's as her smaller body rose and fell upon his in a distinctive rhythm that only increased the heated sensation that took hold of them.
Sloppy wet kisses, more of a formality than something done to illustrate passion covered her bouncing pale breasts as his tongue danced along her hardened nipples as their unseemly act continued well into the late hours of the morning. Cordelia moaned once more gasping as the prickling feeling of his teeth nibbled her sensitive flesh as he continued to thrust upwards into her already sore orifices and with increased reckless abandon.
Her warm hands against his chest had been ideal as he used his incredible height to his advantage to maneuver her body onto the bed without dislodging his swollen cock from her slick opening in one swoop. He groaned in her ear as she did her best to bite back a moan so as not to draw too much attention to their unseemly act with people going about along the street beneath them.
It seemed all notion of his headache had been gone as he flexed his larger body above the small peasant's and enjoyed the sensation that continued to rapidly build within him as flashes of his time with Noreen McCray had echoed in his mind bombarding him with misery even in pleasure as the clueless girl stroked his sweat blasted face and allowed him to have his way with her.
The contortions of their mutual faces in reaction to the building pleasure had not been lost on either of them as Alain let out a deep growl before his thrusts increased in pace and her young body was jolted across the bed tossing about covers and so forth onto the floor as intent gave way to outright desire for release on both their behalfs.
Alain's eyes appeared to have rolled into the back of his head as he felt the all too familiar bursting of his seed spill from his cock and into the waiting warmth as it had the previous night. Despite the implication and the memories of his time with Noreen and her instruction when it came to the end of their act, Alain refused to pull out instead choosing to shove his cock as deeply inside the redhead peasant girl as he could possibly get it coating her innards via his seed without regard for what it would mean for his future.
Twice now he'd done this to the newly deflowered girl and twice had he enjoyed it the wicked implication and the chaos that awaited him as he pinned her to the bed as every drop filled her. She clung to him panting and slick via sweat as he remained inside her as large as before despite his release and she welcomed it. Visions of her young belly swelling with the possible child he'd unleashed filled Alain's drunken mind and he once more saw his way to having at her again and again before his final release saw to him collapsing on top of her exhausted and slick from sweat.
He had only awoken some hours later to find her gone, all traces of their encounter reduced to the stickiness along his cock and the ache left behind via exertion on his part as he sought the privy once more to relieve his aching bladder. As he stood allowing the stream of urine to fill the privy, he took note of his amusement and satisfaction of having finally bedded the redhead peasant girl untouched by any other man aside from himself and the fact that he now had a new purpose in seeing that it remained that way.
It had occurred to him, only slightly that this must have been what if felt like to have been Casmir. All those nights of pleasure he long denied himself in favor of being used and discarded by the very woman he'd confessed to falling in love with. The embittered reflection only seemed to intensify as he saw his way to accepting the valuable life lesson that Noreen McCrayson soon to be Duchene had taught him.
{Being noble was about obtaining pleasure no matter the cost it was better to indulge than to be used to indulge and that was all that mattered. }
Of course, this was the sheer bitterness inside the formerly pruish young man that had been talking and in lew of his broken heart, it was the only voice he'd been willing to listen to.