Chapter 46: Embittered Perceptions

Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...

  Aches and pains the world over greeted the ailing Alain Remington when he opened his eyes to find that he'd been hauled back to his rented space after yet another night of hard drinking and endless mischief. His face hurt something awful as he recalled a fist crashing into it over and over in the wake of the tavern brawl that had broken out due to the patrons and Alain in his drunken stupor getting a bit too rowdy after an argument. Fists continued to fly for hours on end until everyone either grew too exhausted to throw another punch or were chased off by the owner of the tavern. Much to the shock of those who had been in attendance, The ailing young noble had surprisingly come out on top, beating the best of the brutes to the point of causing them to quit the match-up as if it were nothing. He'd been tagged in the face a time or two, but not enough to stop him from unleashing his rage and drunken prowess.

Slowly, Alain stretched in bed pulling back the covers and finding himself naked after having discarded them due to being overheated as they were scattered about the floor around his bed. He sighed as he did his best to ignore the pounding in his head and the subsequent need to vomit the contents of his stomach, which had believed he'd ingested toxins with his outlandish drinking habits.

A privy pot was just what the healer ordered as Alain scrambled toward it vomiting profusely in the wake of the stale scent of urine and the contents he'd added via his vomit. He gasped for breath from the rancid stench and collapsed onto the floor from the sudden movements making him quite dizzy.

The pounding had begun to recede only so much so while he turned his attention to the dryness of his mouth coupled with the rancid stench from his mouth as he sought a way to relieve himself of it via another bottle of wine and a few minted herbs. The handsome noble was quite the sight, slumped onto his knees, his long brown locks wild and unkempt, his sweat slick lean pale skin bare before the world, and his cock, swollen via the morning erection he tried so desperately to ignore, but the intense craving of sex had been such that he couldn't contain himself.

The commotion of his less-than-savory fall from grace had gotten the attention of a very concerned young redhead who had taken a keen interest in him once she'd heard of the perils of his night and how the men had to carry him back to his room. Against her better judgment, not that peasants such as she had any, she dared to venture toward his room where she caught sight of his collapse and it apparently, broke her heart.

Alain was quite confused when she rushed toward him with a container of water and tried her very best to see to his ailment unsure if it was his drunkenness or the result of his numerous bouts of fisticuffs that he had won all things considered. She'd been privy to the action. As she spent the better part of her night cleaning up the tavern for an extra coin when it got late into the night.

The redheaded peasant girl, took a liking to the poor man who had been so drunk and embittered that he cared nothing for his safety or the world around him. When the blokes down at the tavern rightfully put their "champion fighter" to bed, she accompanied him following her cleaning of the tavern and had fallen asleep huddled in a small darkened corner of his room in a bid to keep watch over him in secret.

When she awoke she had forgotten her intent as well as where she'd been until she saw him move about naked before her very young eyes and quite impressive even when drunk as he vomited in the privy before collapsing once again after attempting to get to his feet when ingesting more wine.

Slowly, the redheaded peasant girl made her way toward thesemi-consciouss drunkard and softly wiped their sweat-blasted face as she held his head in her lap. He smirked at her not sure if he was hallucinating or if she'd truly cared what happened to him despite them being relative strangers aside from intersecting lifestyles while at the tavern.

"W-Why are you here?" he asked confused as to why she'd bothered to care for someone like him, someone she didn't even know.

"Y-You're hurt," she said softly meeting his hazel eyes with emerald green orbs of her own.

"What do you know," he replied bitterly as he attempted to push her away only for her to still attempt to assist him.

He slowly got to his feet with her close by as he made for his bed on wobbly legs and the room began to spin around him. He had nearly reached the bed when he lost his footing and she attempted to assist him despite his avid protests against it and found herself pulled down with him onto the mattress where his larger decidedly naked and less coordinated body landed on top of her clothing-clad smaller form effectively crushing her beneath him and her back against the mattress and bedding.

She let out a soft moan in reaction to the pressure from the drunken Alain's rather large and exposed cock pressing between her thighs amid her knickers in the manner in which they fell and he groaned loving the sensation of a young body beneath him. His cock twitched and pulsed as he found himself given to his lust and thrust forward rubbing his bare cock along her soft clothes and grunting in response to the lovely friction between them.

Her scent despite being a peasant was ideal, as it had been that of a woman's and as such welcomed by the primal need stirring in him aided by the swirling of drink that boiled Alain's blood in his veins and intensified his lust as he began outright thrusting his body against the silent and decidedly timid redhead lawhohom had taken an interest in him as much as he had her.

Try as he might, he could do little to escape the ache that filled him and he subsequently pinned the smaller young woman to the bed pumping his hips as if to drive his cock into her warmth but was impeded by the knickers that blocked his true entry. He groaned as his pace quickened and she could do little more than gasp as she too began to lose herself in the friction of their nether regions coming into close contact via the force of the dry rutting that Alain'swine-inducedd mind had directed.

Her small mouth opened as she moaned in his ear causing him to slide his cock against her harder in the wake of his need for more friction to make up for not properly being inside her, to begin with. He groaned and they both noted their rapid breaths as the heat between them increased and their bodies longed for one another. The peasant girl was new to this sensation, as nothing had ever stimulated her now sopping depths before his cock had brushed against them even when covered via her knickers. Her young mind had been at a loss for how to make sense of what was happening to her as her body knew what it craved after being so close in contact.

Alain groaned his pace increasing and his powerful arms pinning hers above her head via her wrists as he continued his enormous cock leaking as it rubbed against her middle causing the redhead to moan again and again. The older brute had decided that he loved the sound she made and was almost sorry he had not been inside her when she made the sound but he was patient as he would enjoy her all the more sober or at the very least functional in his drinking. He had been at it for quite some time before he felt the familiar pulsing that had signaled that he'd been at his end and in ostuffuft thrust forward he coated the panting young woman via his thick white seed splashing it along her peasant garments and her thin belly.

She gasped at it, the thick white slickness that splattered her belly and coated her clothing respectively. The slightly pale angry thing that had been between his legs seemed to calm itself as the white slickness oozed from it and it deflated before the drunken brute collapsed onto her and pressed his lips into hers in a bid to give her a sloppy kiss before releasing her wrists and putting all of his weight on her as if to hold her in place.

His unkempt locks curtained about his bruised but rather handsome face and she could only stare into the emptiness of the room as his snoring filled her ears. Lying awake in the confines of the strange older man's room, she simply looked up at the ceiling as she tried to process the beating of her own heart and his in the wake of what had happened between them. She deduced that it had not been too terrible and something of an experience in which to tell the girls in the halfway house she'd lived as none had been as experienced with a man as she had been given what she endured.

While she noted his desperation, she still pitied him as he'd been a fine man of a decent age with no one to love him aside from an occasional whore if he'd been into that sort of thing and a bottle of wine he curled up to everything after risking his handsome looks in a battle of fisticuffs night after night just for the fun of it.

They had said his name when he'd won those prize fights.

Alain was what he'd been called.

Alain Remington.