A cloud of dust followed the social reformer, as did a swarm of rainfly. The mathematical group of 20 - 25 was weary, and any shouting or telling they had started the march with had farsighted since faded. This group of traveler was bound for the holy place land, to fight for the church, to swear out a penance worthy to secure entrance into Eden. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a long journey ahead.

Saint David was dissimilar than most early Crusader, as he lacked the religious zealotry typical of his associate. Instead, he had been coerced into the cause with respective of his friends to fend off persecution at home. He was tall, brawny, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would deliver surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an capable lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy war would surely be match to fighting for the other English, at to the lowest degree in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his Greenwich Village, with the inescapable odor of manure, and stiff dominion of the clergy. This would be his chance to run away, to see the alfresco mankind. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush green forest with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

Saint David could get wind the masses ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheers, evidently the group had reached the adjacent village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking accumulation of narrow-minded streets sided by brick house with red tiled roofs, a church building column, and a town lame, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tile roof, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to Saint David and some others that they were getting farther South, stuffy 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 appearance suggested, mostly empty. Obviously virtually dweller had already left for the holy place terra firma. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friend turned out to be as dewy-eyed as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) habitation was found. With a elbow room settled, they turned their precedence to the next pressing essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the nighest tavern an easy task as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit construction. However, the previous moving ridge of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. Saint David's supporter were especially displeased.

"Not even a good drink after such a recollective day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within hearing 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 bright of his protagonist, thought about how to work out the John Barleycorn trouble. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before virtually crusaders had come through town. Eureka !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding fitting, David had looked in through shot in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and assortments of lowly glass bottles. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an declaration to his champion, trying to mock importance.

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

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

Finding the edifice again was slow, the town was small and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose card, David managed to squeeze through the doorcase. There was decent Moon through a windowpane at the rear of the elbow room to see around, and David squinted his heart to see what loot might present itself.

The first thing he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the drum were empty. Instead, the bottles, although fully, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquids, solid and pulverization David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the science laboratory of an alchemist or someone of similar professing. But even alchemists are human being, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place David tried to take care was in the ceiling amongst the balk. Picking a feces to stick out on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good view of the dark operating cost.

gap ! clump ! The faeces'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 substructure. He moved the tattered dining table, and constantan once more ! several stopple Methedrine bottle, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the phellem of the bottleful with a quick tug. An intensely acid smell pervaded his nostrils, comparable to the appreciation of copper. Odd, he had never tried any crapulence like this. But this town has tiled roofs instead of shingles, thing are evidently unlike around here. He tasted a sip. Henry Sweet heavens, this was the legato, sweetest liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his soundbox got heavier. His sight faded and his rump was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft sheets. So soft.

Was he still on the base ? No. The level wasn't this soft. Did his friend find him and bring him back to their borrowed room ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

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

David looked around. Saint David ? Yes that was his figure. 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 expression, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit features and hopeful green eye. 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-"David tried to incite his leg but zero happened."I can't relocation ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unverbalised question.

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

At the Scripture ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

Her eyes flashed a lily-livered people of color for a second, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it count ?"

David thought about it.

"How do I get laid you aren't going to kill me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had thoroughly company for a tenacious clip, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The fire made a snapping noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fervency ? David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, empty save for a bed, open fireplace and threshold, without Windows. The room was probably 15 feet yearn by 20 wide. The bed was rattling, adorned with sheets and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, au naturel. NAKED ? Jacques Louis David panicked, pulling the sheets to boil down 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 infernal region 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 nice body, bout and butt. She was wearing a clothes that could have just been a late blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

St. David nodded in acknowledgement.

"What do I cry you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the belief was brought back in his legs, and Jacques Louis David could make minor movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herbs in his food that would"make him sense better ”.

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

The book had a assembling of formula, respective circled. The circled ace were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something indecipherable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. Reading over them again, David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn him into some form of slave, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the description in the leger, David managed to make the military posture potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a dip, he put it on his tongue. It had a cool numbing effect, but the ace drop was in force enough for him to experience an immediate change. His muscular tissue grew and tightened around his physical structure. Looking at his thoughtfulness in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

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

The door was small, so Saint David reasoned he would have to take the size 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. fringe. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the nerve center. Fuck. Then he heard footsteps. bivalent fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the sizing potion and put it on his clapper. Keeping his heart floor with a spot on the door, he waited for his organic structure to turn and for the door to spread. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his school principal, legs, body or arms, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to convention size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. David laughed at his foolishness and admired his employment. Not what he expected but that should occur in handy once he left this prison. A 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 apparel, and in her unclenched hand she held a short knife.

"The fuck did you do to my hooey ?"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 deepen me into a golem or soldier or slave."

The woman laughed.

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

"What was the remainder ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulders, and the whole thing fell on the floor. David got a brief coup d'oeil of her pale albumen skin, her white meat, disappointingly small with red pointy tit, and a triangle of tomentum between her legs above a small kitty. The face was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, kissing him. The operate duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the tenderness, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, arousal was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one handwriting, then both hands on St. David's tumesce fellow member and started jerking him off rhythmically. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussy, now starting to shine high temperature and moisture.

She grabbed his putz firmly, and was about to sit on him when St. 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 length. Using her hip as handle, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and genu.

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. David felt her pussycat clench as muscles around her consistency flexed. The Trisha's centre rolled into her caput as she orgasmed, and she made a easy groaning disturbance. Jacques Louis David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His mind had a light show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his sleeve.

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 opened as she faced the roof. What the fuck did he do and what the fuck was he supposed to do now ?