Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...
Once more the sound of the thick wooden headboard beating against the nearby wall echoed throughout the tavern room as a sweat-slick Alain found himself towering above a moaning Cordelia as he had every night since the first time he'd invited her up to his room and drunkenly wooed her into his bed. Their various articles of clothing littered the floor as their bodies clashed beneath crisp white sheets in the wake of their strenuous act. Hazel eyes locked onto the emerald green as Alain found himself unable to look away from the lovely young face of the redhead peasant who had managed to fool the lot of the high society big wigs with her newly learned grace and fully fleshed out the beauty in the wake of his rather masterful tutelage when it came to the wedding of his elder brother and former lover.
Cordelia's soft moans filled the mostly brooding noble's ears as he slowly thrust inside her slickness feeling her clench around his sizeable cock like so many nights before. He had enjoyed her body well enough, more so than he had ever cared to admit and there was a certain sweetness about her that not even their casual tendency to engage in explicit endeavors could hide as he found himself more and more in need of her company of sorts.
The soft delicate touch of her nimble pale fingers had been something Alain found himself looking forward to, even as their bodies warred between sheets and his mind had been busy plotting, he found the peasant girl most pleasing, and her ability to emulate a woman of noble birth all the more enticing.
She fit snugly very nicely beneath him, her light frame a boon if ever Alain had sought one as the sensation of her warm and exquisite depths continued to wrap around his rather large and eager cock, the soft moans that filled his keen ears like a piece of sweet music without lyrics as their bodies collied even still.
He had won the day thanks to the redhead girl beneath him and had decided to reward her cunning and poise with passion without measure as he took her well into the night, for going along with his most mischievous and masterfully shameful ploy to get back at the nobility from whence he had come.
Cordelia's soft moans had been even more enticing as Alain kissed along her sweat-slick flesh marveling at her luster as if for the first time how truly beautiful the pale-skinned redhead peasant had been, of course, he had begun to see her as much more than a peasant in the wake of the spark that ignited his embittered heart, her green eyes never more alluring than that night as he continued to show her his unyielding gratitude in the hopes of something to not only distract him from the truth of his elder brother consummating the marriage to his once and only love but the ramifications of what noble life would be like for him subsequently.
The redhead's emerald green eyes stared up at the handsome noble as he proceeded to express his unwavering gratitude for her assistance at his elder brother's wedding. She had not been privy to why he had wanted to pull such a stunt but she had been more than willing to assist him with anything so long as she could remain in his arms and bed for the foreseeable future.
They exchanged another series of passion-filled kisses as their night moved on around them, the sounds of their collective moans and groans filling the tavern room amid the beating of the headboard and the squeaking sound of the old brass bed beneath them. Cordelia had never been more in love with Alain Remington than she had been at that moment and it seemed rather odd that he had been just as smitten with her.
Sensation and triumph seemed to add to the rather intoxicating splendor of their desires since they had retreated from the wedding party having accomplished what they had plotted to accomplish with good standing. Alain had found himself marveling at the prowess of the redhead peasant girl and her poise on the dancefloor. She had taken everything he had taught her in their short period and did wonders with it, it pleased him to no end to have had such a model student assist him in exacting his just vengeance upon the noble elite who had made a mockery of life with their twisted games and degradation.
Cordelia's soft moans continued to fill the tavern room as well as the rocking of the brass bed with its creaking springs and digging base along the floorboards. The handsome noble had been lost in the sweet sensation of the lovely young lass beneath him clenching her warmth about his thick cock as it continued to fill her and extract every exquisite amount of pleasure from her tightness.
A low hiss passed through the formerly harsh pale lips of the noble Alain as his body flexed between his beloved peasant girl's slender milky thighs soft and warm as they closed around him her body steady yielding to his will and need with nothing short of eagerness as she took him inside her amid the crisp twilight.
Their coupling although frantic in a sense had been quite tame when compared to their previous exploits when it came to them being together. The grand spectacle of what mystery had taken place at Casimir and Noreen's wedding had been long forgotten as the night began to wan and the two became more interested in the rapt sensation of pleasure that passed between them, their beating hearts almost as if they had been one in the wake of their rather joyish scheme and the latter celebration of their accord.
Alain groaned once more as he kissed the neck of his most impressive redhead peasant girl, the thick hot eruption of his passion and seed filling her waiting warmth as their eyes locked once more, he cared not that he risked much by filling her this way, a tireless affair that had brought him back from the brink of self-destruction in the way of noble intrigue getting the better of him and his young foolish heart but he had not wanted it any other way.
Cordelia moaned as she clung to him feeling his seed coat her once more as they both struggled to catch their wayward breath amid dwindling thrusts and sloppy kisses. She had pleased her lover and he had returned the favor in kind. Her world though small due to her ignorance of the rest of it had been right so long as she remained in her noble lover's warm embrace and he buried deep within her warmth.