A cloud of dust followed the crusaders, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was pall, and any cheering or vocalizing they had started the march with had long since faded. This group of traveller was bound for the holy Edwin Herbert Land, to fight for the Christian church, to attend to a penance worthy to insure entranceway into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their understructure through, southern Bavaria, with a yearn journey ahead.

St. David was unlike than well-nigh other crusaders, as he lacked the religious fanatism typical of his companion. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his Quaker to forfend persecution at home. He was tall, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at base he would induce surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friend in the holy place war would surely be equal to fighting for the other side, at to the lowest degree in the optic of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the unavoidable olfactory sensation of manure, and besotted regulation of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to get by, to see the remote world. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the exterior, the souse William Green forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could get word the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheer, evidently the group had reached the next Village. Then, Jacques Louis David saw it too. An empty looking accumulation of nail down streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roof, a church column, and a Town square, nestled in a small valley. The appearing of red tiled roofs, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther South, closer to their finish. Some of the social reformer 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 vacate. Obviously most inhabitants had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding fitting for David and his supporter turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) domicile was found. With a way settled, they turned their priority to the next pressing essential.

dark fell, which made finding the nearest tap house an promiscuous job as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit building. However, the old wafture of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a soundly drink after such a hanker day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tap house'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 smartest of his acquaintance, thought about how to work out the liquor problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before near crusaders had come through township. constantan !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up doorway to see a elbow room with barrels, and assortments of small spyglass feeding bottle. That might let what wanted. Jacques Louis David stood up and made an announcement to his supporter, trying to mock importance.

"son, men, I think I may have a solution"

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

Finding the building again was slow, the town was diminished and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few open boards, Saint David managed to twitch through the doorcase. There was sufficiency moonlight through a window at the prat of the room to see around, and Jacques Louis David squinted his oculus to see what pelf might present itself.

The first affair he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrelful were abandon. Instead, the bottles, although total, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some nursing bottle also had liquids, solids and powders 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 human, and there could still be some alcoholic beverage to be found, perhaps hidden.

The firstly place St. David tried to look was in the ceiling amongst the rafters. Picking a fecal matter to stand on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a salutary eyeshot of the dark overhead.

fracture ! THUD ! The toilet'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 shatter board, and constantan once to a greater extent ! respective stoppered glass bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the bob of the bottle with a quick tug. An intensely bitter scent pervaded his nostril, corresponding to the taste of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled roofs instead of shake, things are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. confection heavens, this was the smoothest, sweetest liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another swig, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his torso got grave. His visual modality faded and his bum was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft plane. So soft.

Was he still on the level ? No. The floor wasn't this soft. Did his champion find him and convey him back to their borrowed way ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

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

David looked around. David ? Yes that was his epithet. 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 bright green center. 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 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 unspoken question.

"deception of the craft beloved, where did you observe it ? I've looked around that workshop for useful potions before, but never found anything."

At the countersign ‘ potions'she paused.

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

Her optic flashed a yellow-bellied coloring material for a second, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her fount lifting momentarily.

"dear, I haven't had proficient troupe for a hanker prison term, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The fervidness made a snap noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The flak ? Jacques Louis David's eyes focused now, he was fully wake up. He was in a way, vacate save for a bed, fireplace and room access, without window. The room was probably 15 feet recollective by 20 wide. The bed was fantastic, adorned with tabloid and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? Jacques Louis David panicked, pulling the sheets to boil down around his nether realm. The char looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. David realized she was burning his apparel in the brick fireplace.

"What the hell are you doing ?"

"If it would produce you sense 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, fizzle and butt. She was wearing a dress that could deliver just been a former blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

Jacques Louis David nodded in recognition.

"What do I holler you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The succeeding day the belief was brought back in his legs, and David could piddle tiddler movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mix of herbaceous plant in his food that would"make him sense better ”.

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

The ledger had a collection of recipe, various circled. The circle I 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 plough him into some sort of hard worker, or golem. He had to function fast before she came back.

Using the description in the book, David managed to create the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to hold it. Taking a drop, he put it on his tongue. It had a cool down numbing result, but the single dip was in effect enough for him to palpate an quick change. His muscularity grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his reflection in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would call for it if he wanted to overpower the witch. This was harder, but soon Saint David had a crude oil spread for this as well. Now he turned his care to the door.

The door was low, so David reasoned he would stimulate to take the size potion once he got outside. Using his new military capability, he pulled, and pushed at the door, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty clenched fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a bill kettle of fish in the center. Fuck. Then he heard stride. two-base hit fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his oculus level with a spot on the door, he waited for his soundbox to uprise and for the door to open. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, legs, physical structure or branch, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to pattern size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. St. David laughed at his stupidity and admired his oeuvre. Not what he expected but that should arrive in William Christopher Handy once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the boundary of the bed beside the hearth, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a short knife.

"The fucking did you do to my clobber ?"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 shift me into a golem or soldier or slave."

The adult female laughed.

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

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulder joint, and the all thing fell on the story. Saint David got a brief glimpse of her pale white skin, her bosom, disappointingly low with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of hair between her branch above a modest pussy. The feel was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his point, 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, arousal was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one helping hand, then both hands on David's swollen member and started jerking him off rhythmically. Jacques Louis 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 twat from behind. The surprisal pleased her but there was still some painful sensation and she moaned as she took the distance. Using her rose hip as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her manpower and knees.

They switched slope 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 pussycat clench as muscular tissue around her body flexed. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a diffuse groaning racket. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His nous had a light appearance while he blew an tremendous load into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

Great tranquility followed the climax, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat. Jacques Louis David looked over at her, her lips slightly undefendable as she faced the ceiling. What the ass did he do and what the shtup was he supposed to do now ?