Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...
As the storm raged outside the tavern and pelted the dirty cobblestone streets with a good deal of flooding, Alain Remington had glared rather silently at his painting, the latest in his collection of masterpieces despite his resident bitterness in the way his life had turned out when the promise of love and happiness had become but a bitter memory of betrayal of the highest fashion. Alain had not been alone in his room despite his apparent tendency to sulk as his hazel eyes once more trailed toward the nearly finished and quite fetching portrait that hugged the easel as he stood before it, still naked from head to toe and his breath reeking of every manner of ale from the tavern below.
It had been quite the match to the slumbering redhead peasant girl having a bit of a lie in due to the weather and their earlier exploits between his formerly crisp sheets. Slowly he approached the messy bed and pulled back said sheets as his lust-addled hazel eyes took in the sight of the soft milky white flesh of the slumbering peasant girl with supple breasts and ruby red lips. She had been lightly snoring amid his plush pillows and still as naked as he'd been with the remainder of his thick seed dipping from her sodden pink sex from their previous exploits as the hours passed.
He had not thought her to be that bad in terms of her looks, the mark of innocence still lingered upon her and it seemed to draw him further toward her. In a swift motion, he parted her legs and rolled her onto her back, her breasts bouncing in the wake of her sudden movements as she shifted some in bed amid the pillows. He gripped her slender things and parted them easing himself between them just as before. He'd been more than aroused, as he unceremoniously took hold of his impressive and pulsing cock and thrust between her still-sodden folds.
Her emerald green eyes burst open at once and she moaned in the wake of his efforts to fully invade her. Her breath hitched as her body arched leaving her breasts and tight belly pressed against his bare chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck feeling him stretch her from within once more as his pale arse shifted between her thighs and he thrust forward once more filling her as she moaned in reaction.
Alain had found he rather enjoyed the sound of Cordelia's moaning, it had been like a sweet natural music to his rather keen ears as he thrust forward and began to quicken his pace as he drove his cock into her warm depths glancing between the image on the canvas of what she'd look like as an elegant lady of note and the wheels in his mind began to turn.
He had suddenly been struck with the inspiration for a rather awful, terrible idea and as a result, increased his pace as Cordelia's tightness continued to envelop his massive appendage as she continued to moan and cry out in the wake of his increased pace and number of thrusts.
The terrible idea had spurred him on, so rich and so diabolical that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. Instead of sulking about what had been clearly inevitable, he should have been plotting and scheming in the wake of such a travesty.
Casimir was to wed Noreen, his Noreen who had played him for a full while stealing his virtue and giving up her own only to leave him for his elder brother. The blood still boiled in his veins from the insult and the gall of such a brazen noble lass.
No matter how much he'd drank or how many times he'd taken women or the peasant girl Cordelia to bed, the bitter sting of humiliation and hurt remained. Now he was to attend their wedding and could speak nothing of the cruel injustice done to him on the part of his dear brother, and his soon-to-be new bride.
Alain had made up his mind right then and there that he wasn't going to stand for it. Not in the least, he'd find a way to show them up at their own wedding, and what better way than to bring in a woman who would get all of the noble tongues wagging on anything besides Casimir's new bride. Not even his own mother could resist ignoring Casimir and Noreen on their big day if such a thing were to occur.
He'd beat Noreen, who'd come to him as a poor girl with family troubles, at her own game and he'd even bring in a poor girl to assist him in doing it.
Alain's thrusts continued to increase as he calculated how many days he had until he'd been forced to attend his brother's wedding to his former lover. He looked back at the portrait of Cordelia as a noble lass in an elegant dress and then down at her as she looked back at him, her emerald green eyes shimmering in pleasurable lust and happiness.
She was the key alright.
The perfect means of getting back at his brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law.
She would play her part perfectly, and he would teach her everything he knew about court and intrigue. She'd be quite the proper lady and have no noble blood to make it so.
Alain's hazel eyes locked onto the green eyes of Cordila Barlowe and he found himself kissing her lips as he continued to plunge his impressive cock deeper inside her warm slickness.
She moaned in his ear and he noted in that moment amid the blaze of embittered passion that she had been quite beautiful, much more beautiful than he had ever given her credit for being as her vibrant red hair became wild amid his thrusts as he continued to jolt her petite frame along his bed. He could feel her squeeze him inside and out as he thrust given to madness and want of release.
His sloppy kiss once more on her lips as he attempted to bathe in the innocence of her young native spirit while taking her body as he wished. He had never given it a single thought before but she had been something else despite being born an impoverished peasant girl. With his help and tutelage, he had no doubt in his mind that she could perhaps become something more.
All the excitement and the thrill of anticipation for his most terrible plot yet had done something in terms of overstimulation and Alain found himself spilling his thick seed as he towered above the sweat-blasted young lass his body much too heavy to stay above her as he collapsed panting as she had with his head rested against her chest.
For a few moments, they lay there silent aside from mutual labored breaths and the raging of the storm outside the tavern room. Alain had seemed to be quite content as he felt the slow remnant of his seed spilling into the redhead peasant girl's no doubt saturated womb. He gave not a single thought to the consequence of having filled her so often as he found himself kissing her neck and lips once more.
Their eyes met and she softly stroked his cheek as she returned his kiss, this time more bold than ever she had been when it came to their physical association. That had been all it took to reignite the spark that caused his cock to stiffen once more and he rolled onto her as he thrust forward determined to have his fill of her young body before their "lessons" would begin.
Alain had been quite confident that she'd take to his lessons and none would be any the wiser.