Chapter 13: A Life Of  Lavish Pleasurable Luxuries 

Seedy Brothel House, Boylsten, England.... (1659)

 Plush white sheets had been the first thing Athan Accardi had noticed when he awoke in a rather elegant-looking brothel room. He'd been a grown man of eighteen and already had a reputation for spending his nights in seedy places with a good deal of booze, and loose women, and sometimes he'd been rumored to entertain young men when the mood sooted him. Athan and an aging Sergio Accardi had not seen eye to eye much since the death of Antonia and the subsequent departure of Vincenzo to parts unknown. Vincenzo and Athan had not spoken in quite some time since the murder of their mother and her subsequent funeral which Athan had thought it rather goulish of his brother to attend given that he'd been the one that brutally murdered her. Sergio had not been privy to the truth about Vincenzo and Athan had blamed him solely for the murder of their mother due to his dislike of her and her faith. 

While it hurt Sergio to see his sons so distant from him as well as each other, he had known all too well that they had their own lives to lead. Vincenzo had been long out of his reach following his aging and subsequent education, but Athan had been just a hair length away and thus he'd been able to do something about his younger son's lack of direction. Just like Antonia, he had believed Athan to have been indulging in something of a hedonistic lifestyle and wanted better for him for all their sakes. 

Athan had been in a world of his own making since the deaths of both his greatest tormentor and his late mother at the hands of his elder brother and it had been a world of unseemly pleasures and indulgences that made most men envious. He ate the best food, drank the best wine, and bedded whomever he pleased when they caught his eye, something he had picked up from his time as the victim of the wolf in sheep's clothing. In stark contrast, Vincenzo had become just as indulgent of his whims but he had better management in concealing them as well as his unique talents in terms of manipulation. His public image had been as pristine and righteous as the monster that created him but in private he was a sadistic monster all too eager to take advantage of fools and naive alike. 

Young Athan had not been so callous, he had only sought to enjoy what remained of his life after living so long in the throes of a nightmare. He mostly kept to himself, had been relatively pleasant and respectful of traditions and the old ways, he never mocked or snide religion like his brother had in the wake of what became of them. His love for his late mother had also endured despite everything that he'd gone through because of her pious nature. 

Athan stretched as he came to his senses, roused from slumber due to the golden rays of a powerful sun. His hazel eyes took in the sight of the lovely decor of his chosen room inside the brothel where he'd ended up after a night of binge drinking and bedding many a whore since his return to the city following an errand his father sent him on. 

As he lay amid the soft satin sheets, Athan was greeted by the gentle suckling of his wayward cock by one of the lovely ladies that accompanied him that night while another moved to press her rather large breast into his waiting mouth as he suckled her in reaction to the surprisingly sensuous greeting. The handsome young noble hissed in delight at the sensation of having his cock sucked by one of the three beautiful whores he'd taken interest in when he first arrived.

The shuffling of the pillows as they cascaded down onto the bedroom floor had indicated that yet another bedmate had decided to awaken and inch her way over toward Athan for a bit more fun now that the sun had been up. He had indulged quite a bit in the last few weeks since his return from his father's errand and as a result, he'd been a local favorite of the working courtesans ever since he'd first strolled into their lodgings. 

His lovely bedmates considered of a redhead with pasty white skin and freckles that lined her back. She'd been young and timid when he first approached her, a treat for any sort of man when he took his time sampling her exquisite breasts that seemed to burst from her bodice despite their initial pale visual. Athan had taken a liking to them and the freckles that lined them as he suckled the chest of the redhead who had been his first of the chosen rounds of girls for the evening. She moaned as she tilted her head back nursing him as if he'd been a babe while he teased her pinked nipple with his wet warm tongue. 

The tanned-skinned brunette had been his favorite, her slim petite frame easily maneuverable when she'd taken to riding him well into the night and during the first lights of dawn. He spread her slender legs and wrapped them around his neck a time or two as he pummeled her tight depths with ease as she moaned in reaction to his hard pale cock sawing in and out of her puffy pink folds. She'd been so accommodating with how wet she'd been every time he'd taken her sodden sex to the point of wetting his elegant bedding as she screamed in ecstasy in the wake of his massive pale cock drilling her for all he'd been worth. 

At the present moment, she'd been riding him nice and slow taking him in the moment she felt him rouse before her competition could beat her to her prize. Athan hissed as he sank deep into her and she balanced her body onto his lap rising and falling of her own accord as she bounced on top of his thick cock moaning as she felt him plunge in and out of her tightness already slick and growing all the slicker as a result of their mid-morning act. 

Athan had been a far different lad since his days at Hampshire University and the subsequent losses of both Byron and Julia Mills. He had awoken one morning to the news of their sudden departure from England and it had nearly broken him to hear it. Embittered about the loss of his young loves, Athan had been given to drink and sex as a means of distracting himself from the pain. He had continued to excel in his studies to keep the complaints about his newfound lifestyle to a minimum but he'd been all in as far as seeking out only pleasure had been concerned. 

Before he knew it, six years had gone by in a blink and haze of booze and lust. He had been more interested in the brothels than finding a nice lass to settle down with much to his father's chagrin. Although he'd spent a good deal of time in brothels and bedding numerous courtesans Athan had not been a stranger to bending over a few good-looking men since Byron Mills and indulged quite frequently sometimes while with the women of his choosing. 

Athan felt the rush of his release inside the rather determined brunette as she climbed off his cock panting and attempting to bask in the afterglow of her release when she'd been on top of him. He barely had time to gasp before the blond grabbed his slick appendage which had still been as hard as stone and slipped it inside giving no care to how he'd just been covered with the combined release of the brunette's slickness and his own. She moaned aloud as she took him in stretching her as she bounced on top of him running her pale fingers along his sweat-slick chest. 

Always one for pursuing a blonde, Athan had been delighted to watch her ride him, her breasts bouncing up and down before his greedy eyes as Julia once had upon the last afternoon they'd spent together. Looking at the blonde it was no secret at least in his mind that she'd been chosen as a reminder of the Mills twins and his long-standing desire unleashed by them since they'd met. 

He had taken great care to pound her sodden sex as deeply and as hard as he had Julia's that day recalling how she felt down to her last clenching motion on his bare cock as he unleashed the floodgates and filled her young womb with his potent seed never knowing that he'd never again see her beautiful pale face in his bedchambers once she'd taken her leave of him. Athan indulged his fantasy as he pummeled the blonde's heated sex thinking of only Julia as he kissed her lips and jolted her lovely naked body along the bed beneath them watching her breasts bounce before him as the other ladies watched in awe and fascination as he had his fill of the blonde amid their staring. 

Athan had known only disappointment and pain in his young life and the loss of Byron and Julia had only increased his sorrows as he gave himself over to the bliss of lust and pleasure more frequently so as not to dwell on what he had been deprived of. The hours seemed to pass in rapid succession as he found himself indulging and overindulging aplenty with his lovely bedmates. 

Switching from the moaning blonde to the redhead once he'd filled her womb as he had Julias and then some. The seeking of pleasure had been endless as Athan relished the aspect of losing himself in the tight confines of another willing body in which to plunge his wayward thick cock and forget his troubles time and time again, be it male or female it made no difference to him. Over the years since his encounters with the English-born Mills twins had ended, he'd lost track of how often he'd spilled his seed inside another willing body in the wake of his exploits.