A cloud of dust followed the Crusader, as did a swarm of flies. The radical of 20 - 25 was weary, and any shouting or tattle they had started the march with had long since faded. This group of traveller was bound for the holy place land, to fight down for the church service, to serve a penance worthy to secure entrance into nirvana. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a retentive journey ahead.

David was different than most other social reformer, as he lacked the religious fanatism typical of his comrade. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his Friend to keep off persecution at home. He was tall, sinewy, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would have surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy war would surely be peer to fighting for the former position, at least in the heart of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his settlement, with the inescapable smell of manure, and stiff ruler of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to scarper, to see the outside humanity. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the boozer park forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved sunniness, evidently the group had reached the next Village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking collection of narrow streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church tower, and a townsfolk square, 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, closer to their destination. Some of the crusaders picked up a Sung dynasty, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly abandon. Obviously to the highest degree inhabitants had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding adjustment for David and his ally turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden doorway until a satisfactory ( princely ) habitation was found. With a elbow room settled, they turned their priorities to the next pressing essential.

nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tavern an easy job as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit building. However, the previous Wave of social reformer had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. David's booster were especially displeased.

"Not even a effective drink after such a yearn day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within hearing of the tap house's keeper. This seemed to irritate him greatly.

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

St. David, being the smartest of his friends, thought about how to clear the John Barleycorn problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another computer memory, something that had closed before nearly crusaders had come through town. EUREKA !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding fitting, David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up door to see a room with barrels, and assortments of small crank nursing bottle. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an announcement to his Quaker, trying to mock importance.

"Boys, men, I think I may have got a solution"

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

Finding the building again was easy, the Town was small and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose table, David managed to squeeze through the doorcase. There was enough moonlight through a window at the rear of the elbow room to see around, and David squinted his eyes to see what loot might introduce itself.

The start thing he noticed was that most feeding bottle were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty. Instead, the nursing bottle, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottleful also had liquids, solid state and gunpowder St. David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of standardized professing. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The get-go place David tried to look was in the ceiling amongst the raftman. Picking a pot to stand on, he positioned it and tried to wax up onto it to get a effective horizon of the dark overhead.

wisecrack ! thump ! The stool's unretentive leg snapped in half, and St. David fell onto the flooring. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to let on a hide out compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shatter board, and EUREKA once More ! Several stoppered crank bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the cork of the bottle with a quick tug. An intensely piercingly smell pervaded his anterior naris, comparable to the appreciation of copper color. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this townsfolk has tiled roof instead of shingles, things are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the smoothest, scented liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the nursing bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his organic structure got lumbering. His imagination faded and his rear end was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft shroud. So soft.

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

A bridge player touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her expression shrouded by her farseeing brown hair.

David looked around. David ? Yes that was his name. What happened ? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the cleaning lady had turned her tending to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful grimace, and although very sick, was still pretty with petit characteristic and bright green heart. She looked like a northerner.

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

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"David tried to move his leg but zip happened."I can't motility ”.

The fair sex smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprised, judging by how lots of that you drank."

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

She replied to his unspoken question.

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

At the give-and-take ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

Her optic flashed a icteric color for a arcsecond, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

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

The fire made a snapping racket, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a elbow room, evacuate save for a bed, hearth and room access, without windowpane. The room was probably 15 invertebrate foot recollective by 20 wide. The bed was wonderful, adorned with tabloid and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, bare. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheets to centralise around his nether regions. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the hell are you doing ?"

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

"Its fine ”. St. David instantly regretted his answer. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice body, fizzle and buns. She was wearing a dress that could feature just been a former cover, tightly cloaking her body.

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

Saint David nodded in recognition.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the tactual sensation was brought back in his legs, and David could make small fry movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herbs in his food for thought that would"progress to him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the door after David finished feeding, he carefully walked over to the mesa. His version skills were minimal but existent, he had learned some words from studying in church.

The book had a collection of formula, several circled. The circled ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something indecipherable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. interpretation over them again, David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to rick him into some sorting of hard worker, or golem. He had to solve fast before she came back.

Using the verbal description in the book, Saint David managed to bring in the lastingness potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a fall, he put it on his clapper. It had a cool numbing upshot, but the single bead was effective enough for him to feel an prompt change. His muscleman grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his reflection in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would demand it if he wanted to overpower the Wiccan. This was harder, but soon Jacques Louis David had a crude paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The door was small, so David reasoned he would throw to aim the size of it potion once he got outside. Using his new effectiveness, 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. eruption. Instead of punching down the doorway, he had just made a circular fix in the core. Fuck. Then he heard step. doubly fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes grade with a spot on the door, he waited for his body to farm and for the door to open. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, stage, eubstance or arm, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. Saint David laughed at his foolishness and admired his oeuvre. Not what he expected but that should come in ready to hand once he left this prison house. A fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the bound of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the pain in the neck. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched script she held a short knife.

"The nooky did you do to my stuff ?"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 change me into a robot or soldier or slave."

The womanhood laughed.

"I wanted a checkmate, you were a bit too ache to chase villagers and dig mess all day."

"What was the divergence ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the mantle wearing apparel off her shoulders, and the unscathed thing fell on the trading floor. David got a brief coup d'oeil of her pale gabardine tegument, her breast, disappointingly humble with red pointy tit, and a trigon of hair between her legs above a small pussycat. The looking at was abbreviated however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the affection, so he responded by kissing back.

Without habiliment already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both manpower on Saint David's egotistic member and started jerking him off rhythmically. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussycat, now starting to glow heat and moisture.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussycat from behind. The surprise pleased her but there was still some annoyance and she moaned as she took the length. Using her coxa as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her men and knees.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipples. After several minutes though it was obvious she was not going to last. David felt her slit clench as muscles around her body flexed. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a cushy groaning noise. David kissed her, but he too had reached the boundary. His idea had a light show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his weaponry.

Great tranquility followed the climax, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat. Jacques Louis David looked over at her, her lips slightly unfold as she faced the ceiling. What the piece of ass did he do and what the shag was he supposed to do now ?