Chapter 48: A Shameful Morning After Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... An agonized groan escaped a still very hungover Alain Remington as he rolled onto his back amid the soft covers that lined his bed. He had some kind of a headache that only intensified with the onset of beaming sunlight that pierced the makeshift drapes and came right for his face as he winced in pain and found himself awakening before he was good and ready. He was quite shocked to find that he'd been naked although it was more or less routine ever since he'd taken to drink and in the company of a strange new bedmate. Alain froze when his movements to escape the blaring light of the sun jolted the slumbering smaller female body which had been tucked very neatly amid the covers and his naked form he gasped for a moment unsure of what transpired the previous night when he'd been under the influence of his less than savory feelings and drink. The naked pale redhead
Chapter 49: Something Like A Downward Spiral Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Whispers and stares abound when Alain finally strolls into the mansion after a long weekly absence. He looked disheveled and wild via his hair and his clothing had been a mess in the sight of those who had known him best. He cared not for their concern nor their frequent whispers as he moved about ignoring their presence in search of his chambers to avoid the unwanted lectures about his recent radical shift in behavior. Noreen had been the first to observe him as he moved about clearly drunk and reeking of wine and filth. She had been embarrassed for him, and doubly so for his mother had she been privy to seeing her youngest son in such a state. She made up her mind to confront him, although it never seemed to do any good. They would inevitably spit and he'd rush off and do what he wanted in the first place. Still, she had not been able to sit idly by and watch the po
Chapter 50: A Fancy Round Of FisticuffsThe 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 amid 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 Barlow
Chapter 51: When Despair Gives Way To Unseemly Acts Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Soft warm flesh had been against equally bare flesh as Alain Remington found himself looking down into the emerald green eyes of the timid young peasant girl who had followed him to his room and into his bed on many a night following his most impressive of fisticuff bouts. His drunken lips crashed into the soft pink lips of the rather quiet and nimble lass beneath him as he found his way to thrusting his massive appendage into the moaning girl as she clung to him amid the darkness of his tavern room. They were alone as much as two ships lost at sea adrift via the waves of sensation and emotion alike as the older lad continued to infringe upon the peasant girl's long-stolen virtue. She happily accommodated him, wrapping her slender pale thighs along his own larger lean body as he towered above her grunting in the wake of the tight clenching aroun
Chapter 52: The Perks Of Blissful IgnoranceAlain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Rolling onto his back as the unimpeded beams of sunlight hit his handsome face, Alain Remington had been a bit shocked to find that he had not been in bed alone as his cock tented the hard-pressed sheets that lined his temporary bed and the pungent scent of sex and lingering vomit filled the air along with the tinge of rum and flowers. He felt the onset of the cool air along the pale bare flesh of his lean muscled chest as he sought to make sense of his surroundings. While he had a few bumps and bruises from his journey into the wonderful world of fisticuffs, Alain had noted he'd been bandaged and cleaned just the same and had not recalled doing it himself. The hazel eyes of the formerly slumbering noble had come into focus and at last, he attempted to sit up finding himself unable to do so with his head swimming and his body too weak from strenuous acti
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
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 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