A cloud of rubble followed the Crusader, as did a cloud of tent-fly. The group of 20 - 25 was outwear, and any cheering or singing they had started the march with had foresighted since faded. This radical of traveller was bound for the holy land, to crusade for the church, to serve up a penance worthy to secure entrance into paradise. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a long journeying ahead.

David was dissimilar than virtually other crusader, as he lacked the religious fanatism typical of his fellow traveler. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his booster to forefend persecution at home. He was tall, powerful, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at household he would accept surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his champion in the sanctum war would surely be compeer to fighting for the other slope, at least in the centre of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable look of manure, and stiff rules of the clergy. This would be his chance to get off, to see the remote human race. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush unripe forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved sunshine, evidently the group had reached the next Village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking collection of minute streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church tug, and a town second power, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled roofs, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther South, finisher to their terminus. Some of the crusaders picked up a song, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly vacate. Obviously most denizen had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his acquaintance turned out to be as elementary as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( voluptuary ) dwelling was found. With a room settled, they turned their precedence to the following pressing essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tavern an easygoing job as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit buildings. However, the previous waves of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. David's ally were especially displeased.

"Not even a good potable after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earreach of the tavern's custodian. This seemed to vex him greatly.

"I told you, we're dry. If you don't like it here, sod off"muttered the man.

David, being the overbold of his protagonist, thought about how to clear the liquor job. Maybe if there were another tavern or another computer memory, something that had closed before well-nigh reformer had come through town. constantan !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, Saint David had looked in through go in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and assortments of humble glass bottles. That might have what wanted. Saint David stood up and made an proclamation to his friend, trying to bemock importance.

"son, men, I think I may have a solution"

With that, he coughed and stumbled out the door into the night.

Finding the building again was easy, the town was small-scale and relatively covenant. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose boards, Jacques Louis David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was enough moonlight through a window at the rear of the elbow room to see around, and David squinted his centre to see what pillage might face itself.

The offset thing he noticed was that well-nigh bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrelful were abandon. Instead, the bottles, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn bank note, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquids, solids and powders David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of similar profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place David tried to attend was in the ceiling amongst the raftsman. Picking a faeces to stand on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good view of the dismal overhead.

CRACK ! clump ! The throne's unforesightful leg snapped in one-half, and Jacques Louis David fell onto the floor. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to bring out a hidden compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shatter table, and Eureka once more than ! various stoppered glass bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the bobber of the bottle with a flying tug. An intensely bitter spirit pervaded his anterior naris, corresponding to the gustatory modality of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled roof instead of herpes zoster, affair are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. sweetness heavens, this was the still, sweetest liquidness he had ever tasted ! He tried another draft, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his dead body got heavier. His vision faded and his rump was assaulted by the trading floor once again.

Soft sheets. So soft.

Was he still on the storey ? No. The trading floor wasn't this soft. Did his friends find him and play him back to their borrowed elbow room ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

A paw touched his carpus and he jerked awake. A womanhood was standing there, her face shrouded by her long brown hair.

Saint David looked around. David ? Yes that was his public figure. What happened ? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the woman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful cheek, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit characteristic and burnished green eyes. She looked like a northerner.

"Are you alright ? I found you in the alchemist's store, passed out. You looked like a corpse."

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"Jacques Louis David tried to incite his leg but nothing happened."I can't movement ”.

The char smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprise, judging by how a lot of that you drank."

St. David looked at her questioningly. How did she do it what it was ?

She replied to his unspoken question.

"Tricks of the trade love, where did you obtain it ? I've looked around that shop for utilitarian potions before, but never found anything."

At the news ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

Her eyes flashed a yellow color for a second base, but Jacques Louis David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it count ?"

Saint David thought about it.

"How do I know you aren't going to down me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had good ship's company for a long time, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The fire made a snap racket, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The firing ? Saint David's eyes focused now, he was fully alert. He was in a room, empty save for a bed, fireplace and doorway, without Windows. The way was probably 15 feet longsighted by 20 across-the-board. The bed was wonderful, adorned with sheets and fur, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheets to concentrate around his nether regions. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. Jacques Louis David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the Hell are you doing ?"

"If it would micturate you feel better, I could go naked too"

"Its ticket ”. St. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a squeamish body, bust and ass. She was wearing a dress that could have just been a former blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

"How polite of you. You seem to know that you're my patient in my house."

David nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The future day the belief was brought back in his legs, and David could make minor movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herbaceous plant in his nutrient that would"arrive at him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the room access after Jacques Louis David finished eating, he carefully walked over to the board. His Reading skills were minimal but existent, he had learned some word from studying in church.

The Koran had a collection of recipes, several circled. The circled I were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unclear, maybe size ? The end was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. recitation over them again, Saint David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn him into some kind of slave, or golem. He had to act upon fast before she came back.

Using the verbal description in the Word, David managed to draw the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his glossa. It had a cool numbing effect, but the unmarried drop was effective enough for him to feel an immediate change. His brawn grew and tightened around his torso. Looking at his reflection in a atomic number 29 cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would need it if he wanted to overpower the witch. This was harder, but soon David had a crude oil paste for this as well. Now he turned his aid to the door.

The door was small, so David reasoned he would throw to take the size of it potion once he got outside. Using his new durability, he pulled, and pushed at the door, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty fist, he punched it as hard as he could. belt. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a rotary yap in the center. Fuck. Then he heard footstep. duplicate fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the sizing potion and put it on his natural language. Keeping his middle level with a spot on the door, he waited for his body to arise and for the door to open up. make to go behemoth on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, pegleg, dead body or weaponry, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to formula size of it, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. David laughed at his folly and admired his work. Not what he expected but that should occur in Handy once he left this prison house. A clenched fist hit him in the thorax and he fell onto the bound of the bed beside the hearth, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched handwriting she held a short knife.

"The fuck did you do to my hooey ?"she yelled.

"I know what you were trying to do, and I didn't want that"he responded cheekily, despite still feeling the pain from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

"You wanted to deepen me into a automaton or soldier or slave."

The woman laughed.

"I wanted a better half, you were a bit too impertinent to trail villagers and dig hollow all day."

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her berm, and the completely thing fell on the floor. David got a brief glimpse of her picket Theodore Harold White hide, her tit, disappointingly humble with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of hair between her branch above a small pussy. The expression was abbreviated however as she stepped forward and grabbed his principal, kissing him. The engage duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the warmheartedness, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both hands on David's swollen member and started jerking him off rhythmically. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussy, now starting to radiate oestrus and moisture.

She grabbed his prick firmly, and was about to sit on him when Saint David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussy from buns. The surprise pleased her but there was still some infliction and she moaned as she took the length. Using her hip as grip, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and knee.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipples. After respective minutes though it was obvious she was not going to last. David felt her pussy clasp as muscles around her trunk flex. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning stochasticity. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His nous had a light show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his coat of arms.

Great tranquility followed the sexual climax, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in stew. Jacques Louis David looked over at her, her lips slightly loose as she faced the cap. What the nookie did he do and what the fuck was he supposed to do now ?