A cloud of junk followed the crusaders, 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 chemical group of traveller was bound for the holy place body politic, to crusade for the church, to assist a penance worthy to secure entranceway into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a hanker journey ahead.

Saint David was different than most other meliorist, as he lacked the spiritual fanatism typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his friends to avoid persecution at home. He was tall, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would possess surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his champion in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the other side, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his settlement, with the ineluctable smell of manure, and stiff rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the outside world. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything Jacques Louis David imagined of the outside, the alky green forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the multitude ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheerfulness, evidently the radical had reached the next Greenwich Village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking appeal of specialise streets sided by brick household with red tiled roof, a church building tower, and a townsfolk lame, nestled in a small valley. The visual aspect of red tiled ceiling, as opposed to wooden shingle, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther South, closer 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 town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly empty. Obviously most habitant had already left for the holy body politic. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friends turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden door until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) dwelling was found. With a way settled, they turned their antecedence to the next press essential.

dark fell, which made finding the skinny tavern an slowly task as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit construction. However, the premature wave of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of pot likker to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a good swallow after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tap house"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 solve the liquor problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before near social reformer had come through town. Eureka !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, David had looked in through shot in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and assortments of belittled crank bottles. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an declaration to his friends, trying to mock importance.

"Boys, men, I think I may experience a solution"

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

Finding the edifice again was easy, the town was small and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose plug-in, Saint David managed to twinge through the doorframe. There was adequate moonlight through a window at the prat of the elbow room to see around, and Jacques Louis David squinted his eyes to see what loot might portray itself.

The first thing he noticed was that almost feeding bottle were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty. Instead, the bottles, although good, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquids, solidness and pulverization David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or mortal of like profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcoholic beverage to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place St. David tried to attend was in the roof amongst the rafters. Picking a stool to stomach on, he positioned it and tried to go up up onto it to get a skilful opinion of the dismal command overhead.

CRACK ! THUD ! The stool's shortest leg snapped in half, and St. David fell onto the story. 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 tattered plug-in, and Eureka once to a greater extent ! Several stopple glassful bottle, concealed before, were now exposed.
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 olfactory modality pervaded his anterior naris, comparable to the taste of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled cap instead of shingles, affair are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the unruffled, dulcet liquidness 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 with child. His sight faded and his buttocks 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 way ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

A paw touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A char was standing there, her case shrouded by her farsighted brown hair.

David looked around. Jacques Louis David ? Yes that was his name. What happened ? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the charwoman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful look, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit features and bright gullible 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 act his leg but cipher happened."I can't motion ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

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

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

She replied to his unspoken question.

"joke of the swop honey, where did you find 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 scandalmongering color for a second, but Saint David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"beloved, I haven't had goodness companionship for a yearn metre, alright ? Killing you is the survive thing I'd want."

The fervency made a snatch up haphazardness, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The blast ? Saint David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, empty save for a bed, fireplace and door, without Windows. The room was probably 15 feet long by 20 wide. The bed was wonderful, adorned with sheets and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the tabloid to boil down around his nether part. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. Jacques Louis David realized she was burning his apparel in the brick fireplace.

"What the Inferno are you doing ?"

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

"Its fine ”. David instantly regretted his reception. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice body, flop and butt. She was wearing a dress that could have just been a sometime blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

Jacques Louis David nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The side by side day the flavour was brought back in his legs, and Saint David could make tyke movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herbs in his food that would"work him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the way and locked the door after David finished feeding, he carefully walked over to the board. His reading skills were minimum but existent, he had learned some speech from studying in church.

The Holy Writ had a appeal of recipes, several circled. The encircle ace were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. version over them again, St. 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 fast before she came back.

Using the description in the book, St. David managed to puddle the military capability potion easily. But he didn't know how to lend oneself it. Taking a drop, he put it on his clapper. It had a cool numbing upshot, but the single drop-off was in effect enough for him to experience an straightaway change. His muscles grew and tightened around his soundbox. Looking at his musing 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 beldam. This was harder, but soon Jacques Louis David had a petroleum 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 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 doorway, he had just made a circular hole in the center. nooky. Then he heard footsteps. double up fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a blot of the size potion and put it on his spit. Keeping his eyes level with a spot on the doorway, he waited for his consistency to raise and for the doorway to spread out. Ready to go behemoth on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his drumhead, pegleg, body or arms, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size of it, it began growing once more, to nine, ten in. David laughed at his stupidity and admired his workplace. Not what he expected but that should come in handy once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the border of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her unknown frock, and in her unclenched hand she held a short knife.

"The ass 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 bother from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

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

The woman laughed.

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

"What was the departure ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulders, and the hale thing fell on the floor. David got a brief glimpse of her pale blank skin, her knocker, disappointingly small with red pointy teat, and a Triangle of hair between her legs above a small kitty-cat. The look was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. St. David was shocked by the affection, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both hands on St. David's puff up 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 David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her snatch from behind. The surprise pleased her but there was still some annoyance and she moaned as she took the distance. Using her hips as hold, 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 nipple. After several minutes though it was obvious she was not going to shoemaker's last. David felt her pussy clench as muscularity around her body deform. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her nous as she orgasmed, and she made a diffused groaning noise. St. 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 arms.

Great repose followed the culmination, 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 fuck did he do and what the roll in the hay was he supposed to do now ?