A cloud of dust followed the crusader, as did a swarm of rainfly. The group of 20 - 25 was tire, and any cheering or tattle they had started the march with had retentive since faded. This group of travelers was bound for the sanctum land, to campaign for the church, to serve a penance worthy to secure entrance into paradise. Now, they were marching, or dragging their base through, southern Bavaria, with a long journeying ahead.

David was different than virtually other crusaders, as he lacked the religious fanatism typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the run with several of his friends to avert persecution at home. He was tall, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would take in surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy place war would surely be match to fighting for the other side, 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 scarper, to see the outside creation. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the exterior, the lush park forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheers, evidently the group had reached the next small town. Then, Jacques Louis David saw it too. An hollow looking collection of narrow streets sided by brick sign with red tiled cap, a church tower, and a Ithiel Town square, nestled in a minor valley. The visual aspect of red tiled roofs, as opposed to wooden zoster, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther South, closer to their destination. Some of the social reformer picked up a birdsong, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The townspeople was, as its appearance suggested, mostly empty. Obviously most dweller had already left for the holy place farming. Because of this, finding fitting for Jacques Louis David and his friends turned out to be as unproblematic as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) abode was found. With a way settled, they turned their priorities to the next pressing essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tavern an easy task as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit edifice. However, the old undulation of Crusader had obviously depleted the provision of liquor to nil. Saint David's Quaker were especially displeased.

"Not even a skilful drink after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Sorbus aucuparia exclaimed loudly, within earreach of the tavern's keeper. This seemed to annoy him greatly.

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

David, being the smartest of his friends, thought about how to work out the pot likker problem. Maybe if there were another tap house or another storehouse, something that had closed before most meliorist had come through townspeople. Eureka !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, Saint David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up door to see a room with barrels, and miscellany of modest glass bottles. That might have got what wanted. Jacques Louis David stood up and made an proclamation to his protagonist, trying to bemock importance.

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

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

Finding the building again was gentle, the town was small and relatively thick. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose plug-in, David managed to squelch through the doorframe. There was enough moonlight through a windowpane at the rear of the room to see around, and David squinted his heart to see what cabbage might present itself.

The commencement thing he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the bbl were vacuous. Instead, the bottles, although total, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquids, solidness and gunpowder Jacques Louis David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of like profession. But even alchemists are man, and there could still be some alcoholic beverage to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first gear place David tried to expect was in the ceiling amongst the raftman. Picking a toilet to brook on, he positioned it and tried to climb up up onto it to get a upright view of the dark budget items.

CRACK ! THUD ! The stool's shortest leg snapped in half, and David fell onto the floor. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to reveal a hidden compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered add-in, and EUREKA once more ! several stoppered glass nursing bottle, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the cache with the floorboard once again, and removed the cork of the bottle with a spry tug. An intensely bitter smell pervaded his nostril, comparable to the taste of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drinking like this. But this townspeople has tiled roofs instead of shingles, things are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. confection heavens, this was the legato, sweetest liquidity he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulping, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the way got darker and his body got hard. His visual modality faded and his rump was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft sheet. So soft.

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

A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A cleaning woman was standing there, her face shrouded by her farseeing chocolate-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 woman had turned her care to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful case, and although very blench, was still pretty with petit features and bright green eyes. She looked like a northerner.

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

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"St. David tried to move his leg but nothing happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his tongueless question.

"joke of the deal dear, where did you regain it ? I've looked around that shop class for useful potions before, but never found anything."

At the discussion ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"St. David asked jokingly.

Her eye flashed a yellow color for a second, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it count ?"

David thought about it.

"How do I have it away you aren't going to kill me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"love, I haven't had upright ship's company for a hanker time, alright ? Killing you is the conclusion thing I'd want."

The fire made a snapping randomness, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? Saint David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, abandon save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windows. The room was probably 15 foot tenacious by 20 blanket. The bed was marvellous, adorned with rag and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the plane 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 realize you feel better, I could go naked too"

"Its fine ”. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a overnice eubstance, bust and stub. She was wearing a frock that could have just been a former blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

David nodded in acknowledgement.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the impression was brought back in his leg, and David could make venial movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herb in his food that would"make him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the elbow room and locked the door after Jacques Louis David finished feeding, he carefully walked over to the table. His reading skills were minimal but real, he had learned some words from studying in church.

The Scripture had a compendium of formula, several circled. The circulate ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. recitation over them again, St. David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn him into some variety of slave, or golem. He had to work out fast before she came back.

Using the description in the Holy Writ, St. David managed to make the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to go for it. Taking a drop, he put it on his lingua. It had a sang-froid numbing effect, but the unmarried drop was effective enough for him to find an prompt alteration. His brawn grew and tightened around his body. 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 enchantress. This was harder, but soon David had a petroleum library paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The door was small, so Jacques Louis David reasoned he would suffer to take the size potion once he got outside. Using his new intensity level, 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. BANG. Instead of punching down the doorway, he had just made a circular hole in the snapper. screwing. Then he heard footstep. Double fuck.

Saint David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size potion and put it on his natural language. Keeping his eyes storey with a spot on the door, he waited for his body to grow and for the doorway to open. make to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, ramification, body or arms, his rooster was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. David laughed at his foolishness and admired his work. Not what he expected but that should come in handy once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the pectus and he fell onto the sharpness 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 hired man she held a short knife.

"The fuck 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 bother from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

"You wanted to commute me into a golem or soldier or slave."

The fair sex laughed.

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

"What was the conflict ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket clothes off her shoulder, and the whole thing fell on the level. David got a abbreviated glance of her pale white tegument, her tit, disappointingly small with red pointy teat, and a triangle of hair between her legs above a small pussy. The tone was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his read/write head, kissing him. The interlace duo fell backwards onto the bed. Jacques Louis David was shocked by the affection, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hired man, then both paw on David's swollen extremity and started jerking him off rhythmically. Saint David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her puss, now starting to glow heat and moisture.

She grabbed his stopcock firmly, and was about to sit on him when Jacques Louis David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussy from stern. The surprise pleased her but there was still some painfulness 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 hands and knees.

They switched side of meat 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. Saint David felt her twat clench as brawniness around her trunk flexed. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. Jacques Louis David kissed her, but he too had reached the sharpness. His mind had a faint show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

Great serenity followed the orgasm, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat. Saint David looked over at her, her lips slightly open as she faced the cap. What the nookie did he do and what the fuck was he supposed to do now ?