A swarm of dust followed the meliorist, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was weary, and any shouting or singing they had started the march with had long since faded. This grouping of traveller was bound for the holy land, to struggle for the church service, to serve up a penance worthy to secure entry into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their metrical foot through, southerly Bavaria, with a foresightful journey ahead.

David was different than about other Crusader, as he lacked the spiritual fanatism typical of his associate. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his admirer to avoid persecution at home. He was tall, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would have got surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his acquaintance in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the other side of meat, at to the lowest degree in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and stiff rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the exterior Earth. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything St. David imagined of the exterior, the lush commons wood with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

Saint David could discover the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some alleviate cheers, evidently the group had reached the next village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking ingathering of constringe streets sided by brick household with red tiled ceiling, a church tower, and a town square, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled ceiling, as opposed to wooden herpes zoster, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther Dixie, unaired to their destination. Some of the reformer picked up a birdsong, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The Town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly abandon. Obviously well-nigh inhabitants had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding adjustment for Jacques Louis David and his protagonist turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden room access until a acceptable ( epicurean ) home was found. With a room settled, they turned their precedency to the side by side pressing essential.

night fell, which made finding the close 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 pot liquor to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a good potable after such a long day ! What a letdown of a tavern"European mountain ash exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tavern's keeper. This seemed to nettle him greatly.

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

Saint David, being the chic of his champion, thought about how to solve the booze job. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before most crusader had come through town. constantan !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, Saint David had looked in through shot in the boarded-up doorway to see a way with barrels, and assortments of small crank bottleful. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an announcement to his acquaintance, trying to mock importance.

"boy, men, I think I may birth a resolution"

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

Finding the building again was easygoing, the Town was pocket-size and relatively thick. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose boards, David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was plenty moonlight through a window at the rear of the way to see around, and David squinted his eyes to see what bread might gift itself.

The first thing he noticed was that near bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrel were discharge. Instead, the bottles, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquids, solids and powders Jacques Louis David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or person of similar profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The initiative place David tried to depend was in the ceiling amongst the balk. Picking a stool to endure on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good purview of the dark overhead.

offer ! thud ! The stool's poor leg snapped in half, and Saint David fell onto the flooring. However, as he got up he noticed that the floor board he landed on had broken, to reveal a hidden compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered add-in, and EUREKA once more ! several stoppered glass bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the hoard with the floorboard once again, and removed the bob of the bottle with a quick tug. An intensely acrid olfactory modality pervaded his nostril, like to the taste of copper color. Odd, he had never tried any swallow like this. But this Town has tiled roofs instead of shingles, affair are evidently dissimilar around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the fluid, sweetest liquid state he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his physical structure got dense. His vision faded and his rump was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft plane. So soft.

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

A hired hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her brass 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 face, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit characteristic and shiny green oculus. 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 motivate his leg but nothing happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unstated question.

"Tricks of the craft honey, where did you regain it ? I've looked around that shop for useful potions before, but never found anything."

At the word ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

Her center flashed a yellow color for a irregular, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had good company for a farsighted sentence, alright ? Killing you is the hold out thing I'd want."

The fire made a snapping noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? St. David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a elbow room, vacate save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windows. The elbow room was probably 15 groundwork long by 20 wide. The bed was wonderful, adorned with sheets and fur, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheet of paper to digest around his nether realm. 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 Inferno are you doing ?"

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

"Its hunky-dory ”. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice trunk, tear and butt. She was wearing a dress that could birth just been a former blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

David nodded in recognition.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the belief was brought back in his legs, and David could make minor movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a variety of herbs in his intellectual nourishment that would"work him find better ”.

Once Trisha left the way and locked the door after David finished eating, he carefully walked over to the table. His version skills were minimum but real, he had learned some words from studying in church.

The volume had a collection of recipe, various circled. The circled ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The last 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 wrench him into some sort of slave, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the description in the Good Book, Saint David managed to take in the enduringness potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his tongue. It had a cool numbing gist, but the I drop was effective enough for him to find an immediate change. His brawn grew and tightened around his eubstance. Looking at his expression in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

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

The doorway was modest, so David reasoned he would let to take the size potion once he got outside. Using his new strength, 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. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a broadside hole in the center. Fuck. Then he heard footsteps. threefold fuck.

St. David knew this was it, so he took a stain of the size potion and put it on his lingua. Keeping his middle level with a spot on the threshold, he waited for his dead body to grow and for the threshold to open up. set up to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his principal, pegleg, body or arms, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal sizing, it began growing once more, to nine, ten in. St. David laughed at his foolishness and admired his study. Not what he expected but that should amount in handy once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the chest of drawers and he fell onto the border of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the annoyance. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched helping hand she held a shortly knife.

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

The woman laughed.

"I wanted a mate, you were a bit too smart to tail villagers and dig kettle of fish all day."

"What was the dispute ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the mantle dress off her articulatio humeri, and the hale matter fell on the floor. Jacques Louis David got a abbreviated glimpse of her picket white cutis, her bosom, disappointingly small with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of whisker between her legs above a small pussy. The expression was legal brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, 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, stimulation was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one deal, then both hands on David's well appendage 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 tool 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 hips as handgrip, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and knees.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipples. After various hour though it was obvious she was not going to last. David felt her cunt clench as muscles around her consistence deform. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her drumhead as she orgasmed, and she made a easy groaning randomness. David kissed her, but he too had reached the bound. His mind had a get down show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

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