Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...
Alain Remington had not said a word as his ever-changing hazel eyes took note of how hard the redhead peasant girl seemed to have been focusing on his latest round of lessons. They had a mere few days left before the wedding and he'd been quite deadset on presenting her as a proper lady before the very eyes of everyone in attendance. For the most part, Alain had been having a rather difficult time getting a few aspects of practice through her mind and the occasional slip-ups had been most concerning but he knew she'd been eager to please him and looking forward to going to the wedding as his guest so she practiced night and day even after working hours to get everything just right.
The rather silent handsome noble watched her intently, making her rather nervous despite her confidence that she could make a lasting impression. It had taken some doing, but Cordelia had finally grasped the basics and as a result, had made her noble lover well pleased. Alain climbed out of his rather comfortable-looking armchair and ventured toward her running his hands along her hips as she bent toward the makeshift dinner setup and moved her hands along the practice set. She bit back a moan as she felt the handsome noble's grasp and the subsequent pressing of his thick bare cock along her own naked body from behind as her breasts dangled before the table and he pulled her back toward him, her spine pressed against his bare chest as he slipped his hand from her thigh toward her sodden depths.
Alain smirked knowing all too well that it only seemed to take his wayward touch to initiate her being sodden between her lovely slender things when it came to how eager the seemingly fast-learning redhead peasant girl had been to please him. It was a strange change of pace from his time with Noreen who often seemed to dictate what they would do and he'd been foolish enough to give her the space in which to do it. Cordelia had been the polar opposite of course so eager to please to the point of not caring how she'd been treated in regards to her upbringing and his noble attentions. Her innocence intoxicated him to no end and it was what kept him coming back for more than how tightly she fit around his cock when he'd been inside her.
Alain's hazel eyes lit up as they moved over the pale naked form of the lovely redhead lass whose freckle-covered flesh had commanded his utmost attention. Cordelia trembled in the wake of his touch, her moans soft and pleasant as he parted her legs and gently moved his hand along her back while she stood bent over the table.
The handsome noble had been feeling a bit of a wild streak as he stood before her, his massive appendage throbbing in the wake of the close physical contact but not at all inside her as he held her in place with her elbows against the makeshift setting amid the white lace that lined the wooden frame as if it had been an expensive table cloth.
Despite his rather callous nature in terms of dealing with Cordelia in the wake of his heartbreak from Noreen leaving him for Casimir, Alain had enjoyed bedding the timid redhead peasant girl more and more the longer their association had gone on.
A low moan escaped her lips as she leaned back against his body, relishing the ease of his rough hands moving along her smooth bare flesh causing goose pimples to spread along her body. Her wayward breath hitched and she found herself given to the heat of lust that filled her young body in anticipation of what her rather skillful lover had in store for her.
Cordelia found herself in awe of her noble lover, the rather surprisingly regal fisticuffs champion and frequent bar dweller, she had known he'd come from some sort of wealthy family but knew very little about him since he'd first taken an interest in her to the point of claiming her virtue and painting rather wondrous works of her in the secret confines of his tavern room.
He had insisted upon educating her in more ways than one ever since her initial curiosity into the depths of carnal knowledge. The emerald-eyed lass couldn't help but smile as she felt Alain's hands move along her body, lightly squeezing her hips and moving along her flat belly as he pulled her close to him, his rather prominent erection throbbing in anticipation of contact with her already sodden folds.
He had been quite strong in her mind as he lifted her with ease and impaled her onto his massive appendage kissing and licking at the flesh of her neck as she moaned and hissed in reaction to the tight fit of his cockhead invading her from the rather awkward angle. Her wide stretched palms dug into the fabric of the heavy white lace tablecloth as he bent her toward the table setting feeling a bit inspired by her rather successful imitation of his instructions for how to behave at a proper dinner table and then some with her use of language and wordplay as if she'd been a true lady in waiting.
She felt the all too familiar tickle of his beard as it grazed her bare shoulder and he continued to kiss her neck as his powerful lean hips thrust forward driving his impressive cock deeply into the tightness of her warm body as she arched her back and leaned further against the makeshift table causing the dining set to rattle as his pace began to increase in response to his worked out rhythm. He had been so much larger than he looked when he'd taken her young body from this angle and he'd been quite large in general.
"Uhhhh." moaned Cordelia taking him in as she felt her knees weaken and her body shudder.
Alain let out a low grunt near her ear as he continued to kiss her, his dangling long brown locks grazing her skin as he moved kissing and licking her flesh as his lean hips continued to pump into her rocking both her and the table as he began to lose himself in the tantalizing lust that crept over him. She'd been far from his first conquest in terms of virtue but she'd been one he couldn't soon forget and found himself growing more and more addicted to the pleasure of her tight body often being wrapped around his bare appendage and the sweet sensation of release as he often filled her formerly untouched womb with his steady stream of seed. He cared not for the consequences as his mind and body sought only pleasure in the wake of having his once considerable heartbroken by way of a rather dangerous intrigue that had yet to be resolved.
Young Cordelia had known Alain, her handsome noble, to be quite the passionate young man and when in the midst of filling her with his cock and his seed alike, she'd known him to soften when it came to his naturally brazen manner only after he'd filled her and the strength had been sapped from his body.
She closed her eyes as he filled her body with his cock over and over again aiming to allow his seed to burst inside her just as the subsequent sweet words dripped from his lovely mouth into her ear and directly to her heart as he gripped her desperate to feel the wave of sensation that had carried them both thus far again and again.
He never seemed to take an interest in another, not that she'd wish to have witnessed such a thing, but he seemed to come to her more often than not whether he'd been given to drink or had been sober as their bodies often clashed in his upstairs tavern room with the patrons' none the wiser and the rest of the world going on as if nothing had ever happened.
Alain grunted as he continued to have his way with the lovely redhead lass his eyes closing as the building sensation seemed to get the better of him. Noreen had been his first love and the knowledge of her marrying his elder brother of all things had been the worst thing that had ever happened to him, but a small aspect of him had been glad that Cordelia had been there, despite his callous use of her body as a stand-in for the woman who had broken his heart, his apparent addiction to having her only continued to grow more profound.
After several moments of pumping her against the table and shaking off the decor, Alain growled and lifted her into his arms and carried her dangling as she remained impaled upon his cock, and moved her toward the bed where he proceeded to take her from behind desperate for release and then some as he rode out the waves of pleasure from her tight body clenching along his massive cock as visions of his past romps with Noreen beneath the old grove replayed in his weary mind.
Try as he might to get the lovely elegant lass out of his head, there was truly no escape for him as his body continued to indulge his fantasy of the woman he loved exchanging her visuals for the young redhead he'd been taking in her steed. Alain growled as his pace quickened and his body glistened by way of sweat as he continued to pump his hip into the firm pale arse of the moaning redhead. She'd taken him deep and clawed at the bedding below her in response to his increasingly rough pace as he began to lose himself in desperate lust as his cock throbbed inside her.
"OH....oh...oh..." moaned Cordelia as tears began to cascade down her supple pale cheeks, never had she known a passion nor a man as intense as when she'd been with her noble Alain.
She wondered how she had gotten to be so fortunate as she moaned arching her back into his grasp wanting so badly to see him and feel his kiss against her skin while their act commenced. Alain seemed to be miles away despite his frenzied pumping as he saw only Noreen and felt the intense squeezing of his cock as a result of the younger lass Cordelia's warm depth clenching him harder as she rode out her release desperate and panting as he continued to work up to his own.
The rush had been swift as Alain found himself growling and pumping his lean hips faster and faster the sound of sweat-slick flesh slapping against sweat-slick flesh echoing in the tavern room all around them. His body longed for what his mind could only whisper as he found himself unable to hold back filling the redhead's tightness with more of his virile seed without a care as to the consequence. She'd felt good squeezing each and every drop from him and he'd been more than obliged to fill her even more once as his body hummed with need.
Panting and as weak as a newborn babe, Alain collapsed onto the equally spent Cordelia his chest rising and falling against her back as she closed her eyes relishing the weight of his bare body against hers while he'd still been lodged deep inside her pulsing as they lay there amid the messy sheets unable to move. She felt the soft tickle of his hair amid her slick flesh and the scratchy sensation of his beard as his mouth moved toward her ear.
"I love you," he whispered as she closed her eyes basking in the afterglow of their mutual act.
Cordelia managed to smile as she heard words not exactly meant for her as much as they had been for the whisp of memory in the image of the elegant lass Noreen McCray as she slowly faded from Alain's weary lust-addled mind just as he'd passed out and into the image of the panting redhead who had taken them to heart.