A cloud of rubble followed the crusaders, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was fag out, and any shouting or singing they had started the borderland with had long since faded. This group of traveler was bound for the holy landed estate, to oppose for the church, to process a self-abasement worthy to secure entrance into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southerly Bavaria, with a long journeying ahead.

David was different than most other crusaders, as he lacked the religious zealotry typical of his familiar. Instead, he had been coerced into the run with several of his friends to ward off persecution at home. He was magniloquent, sinewy, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would own surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his admirer in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the other slope, at to the lowest degree in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the ineluctable olfactory property of manure, and stiff linguistic rule of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the international world. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush green forests with white-peaked muckle spanning the horizon.

Saint David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheers, evidently the mathematical group had reached the next village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking ingathering of narrow streets sided by brick household with red tile cap, a church tower, and a town square, nestled in a pocket-size valley. The appearance of red tile roofs, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther South, penny-pinching to their destination. Some of the meliorist picked up a song, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The Ithiel Town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly vacuous. Obviously most inhabitant had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friends turned out to be as childlike as kicking in a few wooden threshold until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) dwelling was found. With a room settled, they turned their antecedency to the side by side press 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 wafture of crusaders had obviously depleted the supplying of liquor to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a good drink after such a retentive day ! What a dashing hopes of a tavern"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.

Jacques Louis David, being the smartest of his friends, thought about how to work out the strong drink trouble. Maybe if there were another tavern or another storehouse, something that had closed before most crusaders had come through town. constantan !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding fitting, David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and mixture of lowly glass bottles. That might deliver what wanted. David stood up and made an announcement to his champion, trying to bemock importance.

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

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

Finding the construction again was easy, the townspeople was small and relatively compress. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose boards, St. David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was plenty moonshine through a window at the rear of the room to see around, and David squinted his eyes to see what kale might award itself.

The start matter he noticed was that nigh feeding bottle were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were vacate. Instead, the bottle, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn greenback, mostly illegible. Some feeding bottle also had liquidness, solids and powder David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the science laboratory of an alchemist or someone of similar profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The number one place David tried to bet was in the roof amongst the rafters. Picking a fecal matter to stand on, he positioned it and tried to wax up onto it to get a good perspective of the drab overhead.

CRACK ! THUD ! The fecal matter's shortest leg snapped in half, and Saint David fell onto the floor. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to divulge a hidden compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered table, and EUREKA once Sir Thomas More ! respective stoppered field glass bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
Jacques Louis David pulled one out at random, concealed the cache 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 color. Odd, he had never tried any swallow like this. But this town has tiled cap instead of shingles, things are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. sugariness heavens, this was the smoothest, sweet-flavored liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulping, but the feeding bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his consistence got heavier. His visual sense faded and his bottom was assaulted by the trading floor once again.

Soft canvass. So soft.

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

A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A char was standing there, her case 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 woman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful grimace, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit features and hopeful common 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 nothing happened."I can't movement ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unspoken question.

"prank of the craft beloved, where did you obtain it ? I've looked around that shop class for utile potions before, but never found anything."

At the word ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

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

"Are you ?"

"Does it count ?"

Saint David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"dear, I haven't had near companionship for a foresighted time, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The blast made a snapping noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fervency ? Saint David's center focused now, he was fully wake up. He was in a room, vacate save for a bed, fireplace and door, without window. The room was probably 15 feet long by 20 wide. The bed was wonderful, adorned with plane and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, au naturel. NAKED ? Jacques Louis David panicked, pulling the tack to centralize around his nether regions. The adult female looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. St. David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the hell 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 nice body, bust and butt. She was wearing a dress that could have just been a previous blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

David nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do I shout out you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the feeling was brought back in his branch, and David could make venial drift. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a concoction of herb in his food that would"make him find better ”.

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

The book had a assemblage of recipes, several circled. The circled ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something undecipherable, maybe size of it ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. recitation over them again, David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to regain, she was trying to turn him into some sort of striver, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the description in the playscript, David managed to make the lastingness 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 force, but the single pearl was effective enough for him to feel an immediate change. His muscle grew and tightened around his torso. Looking at his reflection in a fuzz cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

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

The doorway was small, so David reasoned he would have to take the size potion once he got outside. Using his new strong suit, 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. flush. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the center. Fuck. Then he heard step. duplicate fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a spot of the sizing potion and put it on his natural language. Keeping his eyes level with a spot on the door, he waited for his physical structure to develop and for the threshold to give. Ready to go monster on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his mind, legs, consistence or arms, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to rule size of it, 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 fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the edge of the bed beside the open fireplace, grimacing from the bother. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her unusual wearing apparel, and in her unclenched hand she held a myopic knife.

"The nookie 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 modify me into a golem or soldier or slave."

The fair sex laughed.

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

"What was the deviation ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulder, and the entirely matter fell on the level. David got a brief glimpse of her pale White skin, her breasts, disappointingly low with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of hair's-breadth between her legs above a small pussy. The look was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his mind, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. Saint David was shocked by the heart, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both hands on David's swollen member and started jerking him off rhythmically. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her puss, now starting to radiate heat and moisture.

She grabbed his hammer 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 bother and she moaned as she took the length. Using her hip as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and knees.

They switched position 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 purulent clench as musculus around her body flex. The Trisha's middle rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. David kissed her, but he too had reached the bound. His mind had a dismount show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his limb.

Great tranquility followed the coming, 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 nookie did he do and what the piece of tail was he supposed to do now ?