A cloud of debris followed the reformer, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was fag, and any cheering or telling they had started the march with had long since faded. This radical of travelers was bound for the sanctum acres, to fight back for the church service, to serve a self-mortification worthy to secure entrance into Shangri-la. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a long journeying ahead.

David was different than to the highest degree former crusaders, as he lacked the religious fanatism typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the cause with various of his admirer to head off persecution at home. He was tall, mesomorphic, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would have surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his protagonist in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the early side, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and tight linguistic rule of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to run, to see the outdoor human race. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything St. David imagined of the exterior, the lush park forests with white-peaked passel spanning the horizon.

David could hear the hoi polloi ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some remedy cheer, evidently the group had reached the side by side settlement. Then, David saw it too. An abandon looking collecting of contract streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church tower, and a town second power, nestled in a pocket-sized vale. The appearance of red tile roof, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther S, close to their destination. Some of the reformist picked up a song, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The townspeople was, as its appearing suggested, mostly empty. Obviously nigh denizen had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding fitting for David and his acquaintance turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) dwelling was found. With a room settled, they turned their antecedence to the succeeding press essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tap house an sluttish project as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit buildings. However, the late waving of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. Jacques Louis David's admirer were especially displeased.

"Not even a honorable drink after such a recollective day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tavern's steward. This seemed to devil him greatly.

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

Saint David, being the impertinent of his friends, thought about how to clear the liquor trouble. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before nigh reformer had come through Ithiel Town. EUREKA !
He remembered a construction they had passed by when finding accommodation, St. David had looked in through crack cocaine in the boarded-up room access to see a room with barrels, and assortments of modest methamphetamine hydrochloride bottles. That might have what wanted. St. David stood up and made an announcement to his ally, trying to bemock importance.

"Boys, men, I think I may have a result"

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

Finding the building again was soft, the Ithiel Town was humble and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose boards, David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was enough moonshine through a window at the can of the room to see around, and David squinted his middle to see what loot might present itself.

The first thing he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty. Instead, the bottles, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn annotation, mostly illegible. Some bottle also had liquid, solid state and pulverisation Jacques Louis 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 homo, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place David tried to expect was in the cap amongst the rafter. Picking a stool to put up on, he positioned it and tried to mount up onto it to get a well view of the obscure overhead.

CRACK ! THUD ! The stool'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 shattered circuit board, 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 bobfloat of the bottleful with a nimble tug. An intensely bitter smell pervaded his anterior naris, corresponding to the gustatory perception of Cu. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this Ithiel Town has tiled roofs instead of shingles, thing are evidently dissimilar around here. He tasted a sip. sugariness heavens, this was the smoothest, sweetest liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the bottleful seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his consistency got heavier. His vision faded and his bum was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft sheets. So soft.

Was he still on the floor ? 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 shtup was he ?

A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her nerve shrouded by her foresighted brown hair.

Saint 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 feature film and bright K eyes. She looked like a northerner.

"Are you alright ? I found you in the alchemist's workshop, passed out. You looked like a corpse."

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"Saint David tried to move his leg but nothing happened."I can't move ”.

The cleaning lady smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unspoken question.

"thaumaturgy of the craft dear, where did you detect 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 eyes flashed a jaundiced colour for a minute, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it count ?"

Saint David thought about it.

"How do I make out you aren't going to toss off me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"honey, I haven't had good caller for a foresightful time, alright ? Killing you is the shoemaker's last thing I'd want."

The attack made a snapping racket, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a elbow room, void save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windowpane. The elbow room was probably 15 feet long by 20 all-encompassing. The bed was wondrous, adorned with sheets and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? Saint David panicked, pulling the flat solid to pore around his nether regions. The womanhood 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 ”. St. David instantly regretted his reply. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice body, female chest and butt. She was wearing a frock that could have just been a former blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

David nodded in acknowledgement.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The future day the flavor was brought back in his legs, and Saint David could make minor movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a salmagundi of herbaceous plant in his food that would"draw him feel better ”.

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

The book had a collecting of recipes, several circled. The circle ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The finis 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 striver, or golem. He had to work 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 put on it. Taking a drop, he put it on his knife. It had a cool numbing effect, but the single dip was effective enough for him to feel an immediate change. His muscles grew and tightened around his dead body. Looking at his thoughtfulness in a copper color cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

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

The door was low, so David reasoned he would experience to take the sizing 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 threshold, he had just made a broadside hole in the center. Fuck. Then he heard footsteps. Double fuck.

St. David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the sizing potion and put it on his knife. Keeping his eyes level with a spot on the door, he waited for his eubstance to grow and for the door to open. make to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his straits, legs, trunk or arms, his pecker was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal sizing, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. Jacques Louis David laughed at his stupidity and admired his work. Not what he expected but that should fare 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 foreign attire, and in her unclenched hand she held a short 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 pain from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

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

The cleaning lady laughed.

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

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulder joint, and the hale thing fell on the floor. David got a legal brief glimpse of her pale white skin, her breasts, disappointingly small with red pointy teat, and a triangle of hair between her peg above a small kitty. The looking at was abbreviated however as she stepped forward and grabbed his school principal, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. Jacques Louis David was shocked by the affection, so he responded by kissing back.

Without article of clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one helping hand, then both handwriting on Saint David's swollen 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 cock 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 pelvic girdle as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and human knee.

They switched incline 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 pussy clasp as muscles around her dead body flexed. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her promontory as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. Jacques Louis David kissed her, but he too had reached the boundary. His mind had a lightly show while he blew an enormous lode into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

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