After running afoul of a vengeful former lover, an 18th-century aristocratic artist finds himself on the receiving end of a cruel and never-ending curse. Doomed for all eternity to rome the world as a savage beast every full moon and never see an end to his miserable life, distant and embittered he struggles with the nature of his own humanity in the ensuing years and the many women who had taken it upon themselves to love him despite his apparent curse even with little good their influence had on him following a series of tragic ends.
View MoreChapter 61: The Finest ContentmentAlain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A newly awakened Alain Remington began to rouse from his most recent slumber. There had been something of a contented smile filed across his handsome face as he lay on his back with his right arm folded behind his head and his sizeable cock tenting the bedsheet that had been draped over his waist. Corelia lay beside him, her beautiful supple breasts exposed just shy of the border of the crisp white sheet as she gave off a few light snores in the wake of her well-earned and much-needed rest. A slight smile creased his pale lips as he recalled just how she had earned that rest and the subsequent efforts he'd put into making it so. The cool morning air had been welcome against the naked noble's heated skin as he turned his attention to the unyielding urge that had been a product of his bladder. He pulled back the crisp white sheet that covered both him and the slumb
Chapter 60: A Rather Petty Victory 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
Chapter 59: The Way The Game Is Played The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Throughout the ceremony, whispers had abounded about the mystery surrounding the elegant redhead who had entered the estate and had gotten Alain's undivided attention despite his participation in his elder brother's wedding. It had become so odd that even the bridegroom himself, Casimir Duchaine, had become consumed with wanting to know the mysterious lass' identity. Alain had been slightly amused by the badgering of questions. Still, he ignored them in a particularly carefree manner as he sought to give the bulk of his attention to the newly arrived lady as his parents stood in shock at how devoted he seemed to have been to her. Casimir glanced at the beautiful elegant young woman and then at Alain and at last thought he had known just who she had been. Of course, his keen mind had put the pieces together and of course, Alain would be of the mind to keep it a secret, she'd been his lady afte
Chapter 58: Elegance And Refinement The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Both Alain and Casimir arrived in good time from the brothel despite Alana Duchaine being mortified when she realized where her elder son had been and where her precious younger son Alain had to retrieve him. Alain had been quite amused as he moved through the crowd making his way to the servants carrying champagne and he watched from afar as everyone scrambled to get ready for the upcoming nuptials. He'd taken a moment to clear his head after heading upstairs in a bid to avoid a bombardment of unwanted questions from women still auctioning off their unwed daughters and found that the room that one of the guest rooms had been occupied by none other than Noreen McCrayson herself. She had been quite a lovely sight, sitting before the vanity in the room and appearing to compose herself as she awaited news of Casimir's arrival and the impending wedding that was to change both of their lives forever.
Chapter 57: A Fine Round Of Personal IndulgenceRoom 5, Tavern Room, The Backstreets, Boylston, England (1762)... The sound of the thick wooden framed headboard beating against the nearby elegant wall to the point of tearing at the paper echoed through the frequented favorite tavern room of none other than Casimir DuChaine as he found himself given to a rabid series of thrusts into the tight orifice of the rather cute pale blond lad that caught his eye in the wake of his drunken binge and subsequent issue with the knowledge that he was to be married in a few hours. He had been accustomed to having many bedmates in his time since his very first sexual encounter and had not planned to give up such freedom despite being in an arranged marriage. He had amended his dalliances to only good-looking young men mostly servants too ashamed to run off at the mouth about their exploits and ended his frequent trips to brothels, but that was as far as he was willing to go. Casimir had been e
Chapter 56: Keeping Up AppearancesThe Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Sir Alfred Remington had been pacing quite a bit as he attempted to sift through the crowds of people well-dressed and pleased to be in attendance at the former Governor's eldest son's wedding. Casimir had quite a reputation and news of his impending nuptials and the fact that he'd been looking forward to them gave everyone pause when it came to wanting to know just who the bride had been that had garnered the attention of such an affluent and carefree young man to the point of making him want to settle down like anyone else. It was a rare thing to note that Alfred's problem child had not at all been Casimir, who was as nervous as can be about his wedding, even more so when he had not seen neither hide nor hair of his baby brother following their less than ideal run-in before the younger lad took off for parts unknown and stayed g
Chapter 55: Desire's Unseemly TricksAlain'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
Chapter 54: An Awful Terrible Idea 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. Slowl
Chapter 53: Bitter EntanglementAlain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A rolling storm had been of no consequence to the two young lovers coupled inside the room at The Salt Mill Tavern, on Fifth and Main. The noises within had been thankfully drowned out by the crackle of thunder and the flashes of lightning had been of no issue to two people who needed only their bodies enmeshed to adhere to their most basic of carnal needs. The frequent moans that escaped the pinked lips of the young redhead peasant filled the room as the occasional grunts and groaning from the handsome young noble lad hard at work drilling his impressive appendage inside the tight depths of the redhead peasant girl as they jolted along his bed echoed as well.Alain Remington had not had his fill of the redhead just yet as he continued to pump his hips between her thighs hissing regarding her involuntary clenching of his cock as he thrust harder and deeper than before
Prologue: A Tale Of Two Mothers The Filth Trenches, Darkened Alleyway, Boylston, England (1749)... Cobblestone streets glistened in the wake of a seemingly unending rainstorm. Thunderous rumbling accompanied by heavy chilled drops beat against the impressive brick structures that made up a large portion of the familiar public and residential buildings. The narrow alleyways were filled to the brim with slick debris and rancid runoff from and around the various buildings accompanied by dirt and grim from the street as a whole. Thousands of privy buckets were thrown out amid the buildings splashing along the cobblestone and contributing not only to the industrialized stench that surrounded the rather poor work-related town but also to the slickness abound as many an unlucky passerby made their way toward their respective destinations barely able to avoid being splashed via the muck in one direction or another. Thick billowing clouds of the blackest smoke from many a chimney puff
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