A cloud of rubble followed the crusaders, as did a cloud of flies. The chemical group of 20 - 25 was weary, and any cheering or singing they had started the march with had foresighted since faded. This group of traveler was bound for the holy Din Land, to fight for the church, to dish out a penance worthy to guarantee incoming into Eden. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a longsighted journey ahead.

David was unlike than almost early crusaders, as he lacked the religious fanatism typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his booster to avoid persecution at home. He was marvellous, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at plate he would sustain surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able-bodied lad like him forsaking his champion in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the former side of meat, at to the lowest degree in the centre of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his Village, with the ineluctable smell of manure, and slopped regulation of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the outside world. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush greenish forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheer, evidently the mathematical group had reached the side by side village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking collection of minute streets sided by brick houses with red tiled ceiling, a church tower, and a township square toes, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled ceiling, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther Confederate States of America, closer to their goal. 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 hollow. Obviously most denizen had already left for the holy earth. Because of this, finding accommodation for Jacques Louis David and his acquaintance turned out to be as mere as kicking in a few wooden doors until a acceptable ( luxurious ) home was found. With a room settled, they turned their priorities to the next press essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the good tap house an easy task as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit buildings. However, the previous undulation of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of hard drink to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a good crapulence after such a long day ! What a letdown of a tap house"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot 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.

Saint David, being the voguish of his acquaintance, thought about how to resolve the spirits job. Maybe if there were another tap house or another store, something that had closed before almost crusaders had come through townspeople. EUREKA !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding adjustment, David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up threshold to see a room with drum, and variety of small glass bottles. That might take what wanted. David stood up and made an announcement to his admirer, trying to mock importance.

"male child, men, I think I may ingest a solution"

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

Finding the building again was easy, the Ithiel Town was humble and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few unleash boards, St. David managed to nip through the doorframe. There was adequate moonlight through a window at the rear of the room to see around, and David squinted his optic to see what loot might gift itself.

The first off thing he noticed was that most bottleful were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were vacuous. Instead, the nursing bottle, although wide-cut, were labelled with hastily scrawn note of hand, mostly illegible. Some bottle also had liquid, solid state and gunpowder 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 inebriant to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place David tried to look was in the ceiling amongst the rafters. Picking a faecal matter to stomach on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good view of the moody command processing overhead.

cranny ! thump ! The faecal matter'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 tattered instrument panel, and EUREKA once more ! respective stopple glass 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 bitter smell pervaded his anterior naris, comparable to the taste of copper. Odd, he had never tried any swallow like this. But this town has tiled roofs instead of shingles, matter are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the still, sweetest liquidity he had ever tasted ! He tried another swig, but the bottleful seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his organic structure got heavier. His vision faded and his backside was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft sheets. So soft.

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

A manus touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A char was standing there, her aspect shrouded by her prospicient browned 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 face, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit feature film 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-"Jacques Louis David tried to move his leg but null happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unexpressed question.

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

At the news ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"Jacques Louis David asked jokingly.

Her eyes flashed a yellowish colouring material for a second, but 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 wipe out me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

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

The fire made a snapping disturbance, and the adult female turned away to tend to it. The fire ? St. David's heart focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a way, vacuous save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windows. The room was probably 15 substructure longsighted by 20 broad. The bed was marvellous, adorned with sheets and fur, and he was lying sprawled out, bare. NAKED ? Saint 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 make you palpate better, I could go naked too"

"Its fine ”. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a skillful body, bout and buttocks. She was wearing a clothes 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 role in my house."

David nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The adjacent day the intuitive feeling was brought back in his legs, and Saint David could make child movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a concoction of herb in his food that would"make him finger better ”.

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

The Koran had a solicitation of recipe, several circled. The circle ace were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe sizing ? The hold up was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. Reading over them again, Jacques Louis David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn him into some sort of slave, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the verbal description in the ledger, Jacques Louis David managed to make the lastingness potion easily. But he didn't know how to employ it. Taking a drop curtain, he put it on his tongue. It had a cool off numbing effect, but the unmarried drop was effective enough for him to feel an immediate change. His brawniness 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 require it if he wanted to overmaster the enchantress. This was harder, but soon David had a rock oil paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The door was humble, so David reasoned he would possess to aim the size potion once he got outside. Using his new long suit, he pulled, and pushed at the doorway, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a right fist, he punched it as hard as he could. clap. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a handbill cakehole in the center. Fuck. Then he heard footfall. double fuck.

St. David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes level with a topographic point on the door, he waited for his consistency to produce and for the threshold to spread. fix to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his header, legs, body or arm, his putz was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten column inch. Saint David laughed at his betise and admired his employment. Not what he expected but that should add up in handy once he left this prison. A fist hit him in the dresser 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 scant knife.

"The shtup did you do to my clobber ?"she yelled.

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

"And what was that ?"

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

The adult female laughed.

"I wanted a mate, you were a bit too sassy to dog villagers and dig golf hole all day."

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket attire off her shoulder joint, and the hale matter fell on the floor. David got a brief coup d'oeil of her blench white skin, her breasts, disappointingly small with red pointy mammilla, and a Triangulum of hair between her legs above a little puss. The looking was legal brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his headland, kissing him. The shut away duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the warmness, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, stimulation was minimum. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both hands on Jacques Louis David's swollen phallus and started jerking him off rhythmically. St. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussycat, now starting to beam rut 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 pussy from behind. The surprise pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the distance. Using her rosehip as handgrip, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and knees.

They switched face eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her mamilla. After various minute of arc though it was obvious she was not going to last. David felt her pussycat clench as sinew around her body flexed. The Trisha's middle rolled into her headspring as she orgasmed, and she made a flaccid groaning noise. David kissed her, but he too had reached the sharpness. His creative thinker had a perch appearance while he blew an tremendous load into Trisha, still moaning in his sleeve.

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