The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...
Fists met flesh as the two men went back and forth with blows with embedded knuckles as they fought to keep themselves upright in the midst of the booze they ingested prior to slugging it out and the various blows absorbed against their respective persons. Alain Remington was faring quite well against the chosen opponent and holding his own despite his drunkenness. In the corner of the room, a lone redhead girl had taken a special interest in the evening's bout in the form of watching the handsome nobleman take on the dirty seafarer. Both had been shirtless, stripped down to their trousers, and stumbled about after a substantial application of drink on both their parts while committing to wayward blows dealt to one another via the intent to come away with a hard-fought victory once the bout had come to an end. The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlowe and the handsome noble had something of an odd relationship which consisted of him paying her to be his visual muse and model while occasionally warming his bed.
She couldn't rightly place it, but she knew there was something else going on with her part-time lover as he took a few hard blows to the chest and delivered a few of his own spitting a bit of blood and knocking the other man's tooth out with venom behind his lovely hazel eyes which had been an odd red color when indicating his vile mood as of late.
The aged and embittered seafarers had been determined to knock out the arrogant drunken noble who had dared to venture from the elegant refinement of his usual stomping grounds into the seedy rundown portion of town with grit and character. He felt the handsome lad a mockery to anything he had stood for and aimed to put him in his place for the very crime of existing and coming to his city in the first place.
Alain had been still reeling from his altercation with his brother and former lover, the bitterness seeping off him in waves as he glared back at the aged dirty man before him trading blow for blow and drink for drink. He'd been dangerous in his line of thinking and heavily underestimated by the crowd in the wake of the bouts beginning. He had known all odds were for the hulking brute before him to win, but he was no slouch in fisticuffs especially not when he'd been so enraged and embittered while participating in it.
Back n forth the two of them traded blows catching one another off guard despite the lack of graceful coordination. Alain had youth and speed on his side while the other man had age and pure gruff that packed a powerful punch when he landed it. The younger handsome lad took the blows, oddly welcoming them in the wake of his emotional devastation as he landed a few hard blows on the older man in his own right.
The bout had not lasted long, for the fury in the enraged Alain had gotten the better of him and seemed to increase his strength tenfold as he eventually caught the seafarer by surprise and knocked him square in the jaw causing him to collapse and blackout in the wake of hitting his head once more onto the semi-dusty hardwood floor beneath their feet.
The redhead finished off her sweeping as per her arrangement with the tavern keeper for extra coin when not doing laundry, then made her way out of the tavern after following a drunken and embittered Alain up to his room where she'd accompanied him many a night while he either painted, ranted about the sullen ways of the world, or took her to bed when he hadn't been too drunk and his cock craved it.
She had not said a word as she followed behind him, watching him with careful eyes as everyone else had gone back to their drinking and loud chattering. Alain had been in a particularly sour mood as of late and try as she might to understand it, Cordelia had been at a loss as to how to make him feel better.
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Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...
The moment Alain Remington entered his room he felt every bit of the pain from having his ribs pounded in that last bout. He marched his way over to the privy and whipped out his impressively long cock relieving the ache in his bladder at least following his numerous rounds of strong drink. Cordelia entered the room closing and locking the huge wooden door behind her as she slowly approached him. The handsome noble continued to relieve himself as she stood in silence watching him. He finished his business and walked over to the barrel he had stored with washing water and dipped his hands inside before turning his attention to the redhead girl who had been his bedmate ever since he'd first taken her after one of his drunken benders.
"Fancy meeting you here," said Alain his deep baritone voice like music in her ears despite his drunkenness.
He approached the peasant girl who had been silent as he swept his wrt hand along her cheek and pulled her into a rather sloppy yet needy kiss. He smiled down at her his hazel eyes meeting her own innocent and wide gaze as he lifted her off the floor and carried her toward his bed where he proceeded to undress her while planting sloppy kisses along her exposed pale flesh. He could feel his lust string as he looked upon her pleasant body and the large round breasts that commanded his attention as he slowly laid her back onto his bed. She watched in silence as he removed his trousers letting them fall to the floor after kicking off his boots and seeing his way toward crawling between her pasty thighs.
Small warm hands had come up questing along his exposed lean chest as their lips met in rapid fashion. She could taste the lingering booze on his tongue as he attempted to devour her via a kiss and fitted his larger and lanky body along hers with her breasts pressing into his chest and along her pinked nipples which hardened like tiny mountain peaks as she bit back a moan in the wake of the skin to skin contact.
A low hiss escaped the pursed lips of the handsome Alain as his impressive pale cock thrust inside the moaning redhead peasant as their unseemly act got underway.