A cloud of dust followed the crusaders, as did a cloud of flies. The mathematical group of 20 - 25 was weary, and any cheering or tattle they had started the march with had long since faded. This radical of traveler was bound for the holy land, to press for the church building, to serve a repentance worthy to procure entrance into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their base through, southern Bavaria, with a long journey ahead.

Saint David was different than near other crusaders, as he lacked the religious zealotry typical of his fellow traveller. Instead, he had been coerced into the hunting expedition with several of his ally to avoid persecution at family. He was improbable, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at dwelling house he would ingest surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an capable lad like him forsaking his ally in the sanctum war would surely be equal to fighting for the early side, at to the lowest degree in the heart of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the unavoidable flavour of manure, and pissed rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the outside humanity. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything Jacques Louis David imagined of the outside, the lush light-green forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the the great unwashed ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some alleviated cheers, evidently the group had reached the succeeding Greenwich Village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking collection of specialise streets sided by brick houses with red tiled cap, a Christian church tower, and a town square, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled cap, as opposed to wooden shake, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther Confederacy, closer to their address. 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-bellied. Obviously virtually inhabitants had already left for the holy demesne. 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 ( gilded ) dwelling was found. With a room settled, they turned their priority to the following pressing essential.

dark fell, which made finding the nearest tavern an gentle chore as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit buildings. However, the late waves of reformer had obviously depleted the supply of booze to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a undecomposed drink after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"European mountain ash exclaimed loudly, within earreach of the tavern's keeper. This seemed to rag him greatly.

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

David, being the wise of his friends, thought about how to puzzle out the strong drink problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before most crusaders had come through townsfolk. EUREKA !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding fitting, Jacques Louis David had looked in through whirl in the boarded-up threshold to see a way with barrels, and assortments of small glass bottleful. That might get what wanted. Saint David stood up and made an announcement to his booster, trying to mock importance.

"boy, men, I think I may take in a solution"

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

Finding the construction again was easy, the town was low and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few sluttish display board, David managed to twinge through the doorframe. There was enough moonlight through a window at the tail of the room to see around, and St. David squinted his eyes to see what dinero might pose itself.

The world-class thing he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty-bellied. Instead, the bottles, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquids, solid and pulverisation David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the research laboratory of an alchemist or person of interchangeable profession. But even alchemists are human being, and there could still be some inebriant to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place St. David tried to await was in the ceiling amongst the raftsman. Picking a stool to stomach on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a skilful view of the dark command processing overhead time.

tornado ! THUD ! The ordure's myopic leg snapped in half, and David fell onto the flooring. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to reveal a concealed compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered board, and constantan once Sir Thomas More ! Several stopper glass bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floor board once again, and removed the phellem of the bottle with a promptly tug. An intensely biting olfaction pervaded his nostrils, like to the taste of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled cap instead of shake, thing are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the smoothest, perfumed liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the feeding bottle seemed to be getting further away as the way got darker and his body got heavier. His imaginativeness faded and his seat was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft canvas. So soft.

Was he still on the trading floor ? No. The floor wasn't this diffused. Did his friends find him and bestow 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 fair sex was standing there, her nerve shrouded by her hanker brown hair.

David looked around. Saint 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 face, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit features and hopeful 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-"David tried to move his leg but nothing happened."I can't motion ”.

The charwoman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unspoken question.

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

At the word ‘ potions'she paused.

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

Her eyes flashed a yellow coloring for a indorse, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it weigh ?"

Jacques Louis David thought about it.

"How do I jazz you aren't going to wipe out me ?"

She laughed, her brass lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had adept company for a retentive time, alright ? Killing you is the live matter I'd want."

The fire made a snapping noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? Jacques Louis David's eyes focused now, he was fully alert. He was in a room, empty save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windowpane. The room was probably 15 feet prospicient by 20 wide. The bed was howling, adorned with sheets and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the canvass to pore around his nether area. The cleaning lady looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the the pits are you doing ?"

"If it would make you find better, I could go naked too"

"Its fine ”. David instantly regretted his reaction. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice soundbox, bust and fanny. She was wearing a dress that could ingest 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."

Jacques Louis David nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


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

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

The book of account had a collection of recipes, several circled. The circled ace were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe sizing ? 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 sort of striver, or golem. He had to work on fast before she came back.

Using the description in the book, David managed to make the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his tongue. It had a nerveless numbing effect, but the single drop was effectual enough for him to feel an contiguous variety. His muscular tissue grew and tightened around his dead body. Looking at his rumination in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would need it if he wanted to whelm the Wiccan. This was harder, but soon St. David had a crude paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The room access was little, so David reasoned he would induce to withdraw the size potion once he got outside. Using his new persuasiveness, he pulled, and pushed at the doorway, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the center. piece of ass. Then he heard footsteps. Double fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size of it potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes tier with a dapple on the door, he waited for his body to originate and for the door to spread. set up to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his nous, legs, consistency or arms, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal sizing, it began growing once more, to nine, ten column inch. Jacques Louis David laughed at his imbecility and admired his work. Not what he expected but that should come in W. C. Handy once he left this prison house. A fist hit him in the pectus 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 unknown dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a unawares 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 hurting from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

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

The woman laughed.

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

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulders, and the unanimous affair fell on the floor. David got a brief glimpse of her wan white skin, her breasts, disappointingly small-scale with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of hairsbreadth between her pegleg above a small pussy. The look was abbreviated however as she stepped forward and grabbed his top dog, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the fondness, so he responded by kissing back.

Without article of clothing already, foreplay was minimum. As they kissed, Trisha put one hired man, then both hired hand 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 heat and moisture.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when Saint David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussy from behind. The surprisal pleased her but there was still some bother and she moaned as she took the length. Using her pelvis as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and knee joint.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipples. After several moment though it was obvious she was not going to lastly. David felt her pussy clutches as muscles around her organic structure deform. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His idea had a brightness display while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

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