A cloud of rubble followed the crusaders, as did a cloud of tent flap. The grouping of 20 - 25 was fag out, and any cheering or singing they had started the marchland with had long since faded. This group of travelers was bound for the holy res publica, to fight for the church, to serve a repentance worthy to insure entrance into Eden. Now, they were marching, or dragging their base through, southerly Bavaria, with a longsighted journeying ahead.

St. David was different than most former crusaders, as he lacked the religious fanaticism typical of his familiar. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his booster to forefend persecution at nursing home. He was tall, powerful, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home plate he would have got surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able-bodied lad like him forsaking his friend in the holy place war would surely be adequate to fighting for the early slope, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and stiff rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the international world. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything St. David imagined of the exterior, the lush green timberland with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could try the citizenry ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some unbosom sunshine, evidently the radical had reached the next village. Then, David saw it too. An discharge looking collection of pin down streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a Christian church tower, and a township square, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled cap, as opposed to wooden shake, indicated to Saint David and some others that they were getting farther due south, confining to their destination. 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 appearing suggested, mostly hollow. Obviously most habitant had already left for the holy farming. Because of this, finding accommodation for Jacques Louis David and his protagonist turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden door until a satisfactory ( deluxe ) abode was found. With a room settled, they turned their priorities to the adjacent pressure essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tap house an easy chore as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit construction. However, the previous waves of crusader had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. Saint David's Quaker were especially displeased.

"Not even a good drinkable after such a long day ! What a letdown of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earreach of the tap house's custodian. This seemed to bother him greatly.

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

David, being the wise of his friends, thought about how to solve the John Barleycorn problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another computer memory, something that had closed before well-nigh crusaders had come through townsfolk. EUREKA !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding fitting, David had looked in through tornado in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with gun barrel, and categorisation of pocket-sized spyglass bottleful. That might possess what wanted. David stood up and made an announcement to his friends, trying to mock importance.

"Boys, men, I think I may make a answer"

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

Finding the construction again was promiscuous, the town was small and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose display panel, David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was sufficiency moonshine through a window at the rear of the room to see around, and Jacques Louis David squinted his center to see what loot might give itself.

The showtime matter he noticed was that about feeding bottle were obviously not liquor, and the barrel were void. Instead, the bottleful, although entire, were labelled with hastily scrawn note, mostly illegible. Some feeding bottle also had liquids, solid and powders David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of exchangeable professing. But even alchemists are human being, and there could still be some inebriant to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place Jacques Louis David tried to take care was in the cap amongst the rafters. Picking a stool to place upright on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good view of the drab overhead.

CRACK ! thumping ! The stool's shortsighted leg snapped in one-half, and David fell onto the level. However, as he got up he noticed that the floor board he landed on had broken, to reveal a hidden compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered instrument panel, and constantan once more ! several stoppered Methedrine bottleful, concealed before, were now exposed.
Jacques Louis David pulled one out at random, concealed the cache with the floorboard once again, and removed the cork of the bottle with a quick tug. An intensely bitter smell pervaded his nostrils, comparable to the gustatory perception of Cu. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this townspeople has tiled roof instead of shingles, affair are evidently unlike around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the politic, 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 physical structure got heavier. His vision faded and his rump was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft canvas. So soft.

Was he still on the floor ? No. The floor wasn't this voiced. Did his friends find him and institute him back to their borrowed room ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the shtup was he ?

A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her face shrouded by her long dark-brown hair.

David looked around. St. David ? Yes that was his name. 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 face, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit feature of speech and bright 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-"David tried to move his leg but nothing happened."I can't motility ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

David looked at her questioningly. How did she get laid what it was ?

She replied to his unspoken question.

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

At the Son ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a Wiccan ?"David asked jokingly.

Her oculus flashed a yellowish color for a second, but Saint David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it weigh ?"

David thought about it.

"How do I lie with you aren't going to shoot down me ?"

She laughed, her case lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had adept company for a retentive time, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The fervour made a snapping noise, and the woman turned away to be given to it. The fire ? David's heart focused now, he was fully awaken. He was in a way, vacate save for a bed, open fireplace and door, without window. The room was probably 15 foot long by 20 wide of the mark. The bed was fantastic, adorned with shroud and fur, and he was lying sprawled out, raw. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheets to concentrate around his nether regions. The adult female 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 pretend you find better, I could go naked too"

"Its fine ”. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice trunk, bust and stern. She was wearing a dress that could experience just been a late blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

Saint David nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The side by side day the feeling was brought back in his legs, and David could shit minor crusade. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a smorgasbord of herbaceous plant in his nutrient that would"make him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the door after David finished eating, he carefully walked over to the table. His reading skills were minimal but existent, he had learned some Holy Writ from studying in church.

The al-Qur'an had a collection of recipe, several circled. The circled ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. version over them again, David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to regain, she was trying to turn him into some form of slave, or golem. He had to make fast before she came back.

Using the description in the script, St. David managed to make the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to give it. Taking a drop, he put it on his tongue. It had a cool numbing effect, but the one bead was effective enough for him to feel an immediate alteration. His muscles grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his reflexion in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would need it if he wanted to overwhelm the witch. This was harder, but soon Saint David had a petroleum paste for this as well. Now he turned his care to the door.

The door was little, so David reasoned he would give to need the sizing potion once he got outside. Using his new strength, he pulled, and pushed at the threshold, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the center. Fuck. Then he heard pace. Double fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a cytologic smear of the sizing potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes grade with a smirch on the threshold, he waited for his body to grow and for the doorway to afford. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his mind, leg, consistency or sleeve, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten in. Jacques Louis David laughed at his imbecility and admired his piece of work. Not what he expected but that should total in Handy once he left this prison. A fist hit him in the chest of drawers and he fell onto the edge of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the painfulness. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a short knife.

"The fuck did you do to my material ?"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 interchange me into a automaton or soldier or slave."

The woman laughed.

"I wanted a fellow, you were a bit too overbold to chase villagers and dig holes all day."

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the cover dress off her shoulder, and the whole thing fell on the floor. David got a abbreviated coup d'oeil of her pale livid tegument, her breasts, disappointingly diminished with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of hair between her wooden leg above a small pussy. The look was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his headway, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the affection, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one mitt, then both workforce 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 heat and wet.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when St. David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her kitty-cat from backside. The surprisal pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the length. Using her rosehip as hold, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her mitt and knee.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her teat. After several min though it was obvious she was not going to last. Saint David felt her pussy hold as muscles around her body flexed. The Trisha's centre rolled into her school principal as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning interference. St. David kissed her, but he too had reached the sharpness. His mind had a light display while he blew an tremendous consignment into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

Great serenity followed the climax, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in swither. David looked over at her, her lips slightly spread out as she faced the cap. What the roll in the hay did he do and what the fuck was he supposed to do now ?