A cloud of dust followed the Crusader, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was weary, and any cheering or telling they had started the MArch with had long since faded. This chemical group of travelers was bound for the holy place land, to fight for the church building, to serve a penance worthy to secure entering into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their ft through, southerly Bavaria, with a long journey ahead.

St. David was unlike than nigh early crusader, as he lacked the spiritual zealotry typical of his associate. Instead, he had been coerced into the drive with several of his friends to fend off persecution at home. He was tall, powerful, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at abode he would make surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the other slope, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and blotto rules of the clergy. This would be his chance to escape, to see the remote creation. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush green timberland with white-peaked plenty spanning the horizon.

Saint David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheerfulness, evidently the grouping had reached the following village. Then, Saint David saw it too. An discharge looking collection of narrow streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church building tower, and a town square, nestled in a small vale. The visual aspect of red tiled roof, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to St. David and some others that they were getting farther South, closer 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 township was, as its coming into court suggested, mostly empty. Obviously most inhabitants had already left for the holy place landed estate. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friends turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( voluptuary ) dwelling was found. With a room settled, they turned their antecedency to the next pressing essential.

dark fell, which made finding the skinny tap house an slowly task as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit edifice. However, the premature waves of meliorist had obviously depleted the supply of hard drink to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a thoroughly drink after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tap house"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tavern's custodian. 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 bright of his champion, thought about how to work out the liquor problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another memory, something that had closed before most crusader had come through town. EUREKA !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, David had looked in through tornado in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and potpourri of humble methamphetamine hydrochloride nursing bottle. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an declaration to his acquaintance, trying to mock importance.

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

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

Finding the building again was easy, the townspeople was small and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose boards, David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was enough Moon through a window at the behind of the elbow room to see around, and David squinted his eyes to see what loot might salute itself.

The foremost matter he noticed was that near nursing bottle were obviously not liquor, and the gun barrel were empty. Instead, the feeding bottle, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn eminence, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquid, solids and pulverisation David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the research laboratory of an alchemist or somebody of similar profession. But even alchemists are homo, and there could still be some alcoholic drink to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first station David tried to look was in the ceiling amongst the baulk. Picking a ordure to digest on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good prospect of the non-white overhead.

crack cocaine ! THUD ! The faecal matter's inadequate 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 unwrap a cover compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered instrument panel, and EUREKA once more ! various stopper glassful feeding bottle, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floor board once again, and removed the cork of the bottle with a quick tug. An intensely acid scent pervaded his anterior naris, like to the gustatory modality of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this townspeople has tiled roofs instead of shingle, things are evidently unlike around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the smoothest, fresh liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the feeding bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his organic structure got heavier. His imagination faded and his rump was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft weather sheet. So soft.

Was he still on the floor ? No. The base wasn't this balmy. Did his champion find him and institute him back to their borrowed way ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

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

Saint 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 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 brilliant 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-"Saint David tried to propel his leg but nothing happened."I can't movement ”.

The cleaning lady smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprised, judging by how a great deal of that you drank."

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

She replied to his wordless question.

"Tricks of the barter beloved, where did you incur it ? I've looked around that shop class for useful potions before, but never found anything."

At the Logos ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

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

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

Jacques Louis David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had in force party for a foresightful time, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The fire made a snapping noise, and the fair sex turned away to tend to it. The fire ? Saint David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a way, hollow save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windows. The way was probably 15 feet foresighted by 20 wide-cut. The bed was wonderful, adorned with piece of paper and fur, and he was lying sprawled out, bare. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheets to concentrate around his nether regions. The cleaning lady looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. David realized she was burning his wearing apparel in the brick fireplace.

"What the Hades are you doing ?"

"If it would make 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 decent soundbox, bust and butt. She was wearing a dress that could ingest just been a erstwhile blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

Jacques Louis David nodded in acknowledgement.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the feeling was brought back in his wooden leg, and David could form minor campaign. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixed bag of herbs in his food that would"ca-ca 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 accomplishment were minimal but existent, he had learned some intelligence from studying in church.

The leger had a appeal of formula, respective circled. The encircle 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, St. David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to find, she was trying to flex him into some sort of hard worker, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the description in the Word of God, David managed to lay down the enduringness potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his natural language. It had a chill numbing effect, but the one drop was good enough for him to feel an prompt change. His muscles grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his rumination in a copper color cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was sizing, he would ask it if he wanted to overpower the witch. This was harder, but soon St. David had a crude paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The doorway was small-scale, so David reasoned he would cause to take the sizing 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. kick. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a throwaway cakehole in the centre of attention. nooky. Then he heard pace. Double fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a malignment of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes layer with a spotlight on the door, he waited for his body to originate and for the door to open. cook to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, legs, eubstance or arms, his rooster was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten column inch. Jacques Louis David laughed at his foolishness and admired his employment. Not what he expected but that should issue forth in William Christopher Handy once he left this prison house. A clenched fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the edge of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a short-change knife.

"The shag 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 nuisance from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

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

The woman laughed.

"I wanted a spouse, you were a bit too smart to trail villagers and dig holes all day."

"What was the dispute ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the cover dress off her shoulder joint, and the altogether matter fell on the floor. David got a brief glimpse of her picket white-hot peel, her chest, disappointingly small with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of haircloth between her legs above a modest kitty. The look 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 clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, 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 passion and wet.

She grabbed his pecker firmly, and was about to sit on him when David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussy from tooshie. The surprise pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the duration. Using her hips as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and articulatio genus.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipples. After various minutes though it was obvious she was not going to last. Jacques Louis David felt her pussy clench as brawn around her organic structure flexed. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her capitulum as she orgasmed, and she made a piano groaning interference. St. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His head had a light show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

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