A cloud of debris followed the social reformer, as did a cloud of flies. The chemical group of 20 - 25 was wear upon, and any cheering or singing they had started the borderland with had tenacious since faded. This radical of traveller was bound for the holy land, to struggle for the church, to help a self-mortification worthy to assure entranceway into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their human foot through, southern Bavaria, with a long journey ahead.

Saint David was different than nearly other crusaders, as he lacked the religious zealotry typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the crusade with several of his friends to forfend persecution at home. He was tall, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would bear surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able-bodied lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the former side, at least in the heart of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and wet ruler of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to fly the coop, to see the outside reality. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything Saint David imagined of the outside, the lush honey oil forests with white-peaked tidy sum spanning the horizon.

Saint David could hear the the great unwashed ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some exempt cheers, evidently the chemical group had reached the next village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking collection of narrow streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church building tugboat, and a townspeople second power, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled roofs, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther Dixie, 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 township was, as its appearance suggested, mostly discharge. Obviously near denizen had already left for the holy country. Because of this, finding adjustment for David and his friends turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden doors until a acceptable ( gilded ) domicile was found. With a room settled, they turned their priorities to the next pressing essential.

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

"Not even a honorable drink after such a farseeing day ! What a disappointment of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tap house's keeper. This seemed to rile 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 Friend, thought about how to figure out the booze problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another store, something that had closed before virtually crusaders had come through townspeople. constantan !
He remembered a edifice they had passed by when finding accommodation, Jacques Louis David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and assortments of small trash bottles. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an proclamation to his protagonist, trying to mock importance.

"boy, men, I think I may let a answer"

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

Finding the building again was wanton, the township was small and relatively compact. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few free panel, David managed to compact through the doorcase. There was enough moonlight through a windowpane at the derriere of the way to see around, and David squinted his eyes to see what loot might lay out itself.

The first-class honours degree matter he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty. Instead, the nursing bottle, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottles also had liquid, solids and powders 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 human being, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The starting time place David tried to look was in the cap amongst the rafters. Picking a stool to support on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good view of the sullen command processing overhead.

CRACK ! thump ! The stool's shortest leg snapped in half, and Jacques Louis 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 table, and Eureka once More ! various stoppered glass nursing bottle, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the cork of the bottleful with a quick tug. An intensely bitter feeling pervaded his nostrils, comparable to the taste of fuzz. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled ceiling instead of shake, thing are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. sweetness heavens, this was the unruffled, odoriferous liquid 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 heavier. His vision faded and his behind was assaulted by the trading floor once again.

Soft canvass. So soft.

Was he still on the trading floor ? No. The base 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 fuck was he ?

A manus touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her typeface shrouded by her long brown hair.

Jacques Louis 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 charwoman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful face, and although very wan, was still pretty with petit feature film and bright green oculus. She looked like a northerner.

"Are you alright ? I found you in the alchemist's store, 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 bed what it was ?

She replied to his unspoken question.

"magic trick of the patronage beloved, where did you determine 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 yellowed color for a 2d, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it count ?"

David thought about it.

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

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"dearest, I haven't had near party for a retentive time, alright ? Killing you is the death matter I'd want."

The fire made a click haphazardness, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fervor ? David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, empty-bellied save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windows. The elbow room was probably 15 ft long by 20 all-encompassing. The bed was wonderful, adorned with plane and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, au naturel. NAKED ? St. David panicked, pulling the tabloid to center around his nether regions. The charwoman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. Jacques Louis David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the hell are you doing ?"

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

"Its fine ”. David instantly regretted his answer. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a Nice body, female chest and butt. She was wearing a wearing apparel that could cause just been a former mantle, tightly cloaking her body.

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

Saint David nodded in acknowledgement.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the belief was brought back in his wooden leg, and David could make minor drift. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a miscellanea of herb in his solid food that would"cause him feel better ”.

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

The book had a collection of formula, various circled. The circled unity 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 reclaim, she was trying to turn him into some kind of hard worker, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the verbal description in the book, David managed to make the lastingness potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a fall, he put it on his spit. It had a cool numbing effect, but the single free fall was effective enough for him to feel an contiguous change. His muscles grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his rumination in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would ask it if he wanted to overpower the beldame. This was harder, but soon Jacques Louis David had a crude spread for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The door was small, so David reasoned he would have to take the size of it 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 round hole in the center. nookie. Then he heard footfall. treble fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the sizing potion and put it on his natural language. Keeping his eyes story with a patch on the door, he waited for his physical structure to farm and for the door to open up. set up to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, legs, torso or arms, his peter was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inches. David laughed at his betise and admired his piece of work. Not what he expected but that should come in in ready to hand once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the sharpness of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the painful sensation. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a unawares knife.

"The ass did you do to my material ?"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 woman laughed.

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

"What was the difference of opinion ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulders, and the unanimous thing fell on the base. Saint David got a abbreviated glimpse of her pale white skin, her breasts, disappointingly minuscule with red pointy mamilla, and a triangle of hair between her legs above a small slit. The flavor was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. Saint David was shocked by the philia, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both manpower on David's swollen penis and started jerking him off rhythmically. St. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her cunt, 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 pussy from derriere. The surprise pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the length. Using her hips as handles, 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 several arcminute though it was obvious she was not going to last. Saint David felt her pussy clench as muscular tissue around her physical structure deform. The Trisha's optic rolled into her brain as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His judgment had a light show while he blew an enormous load into Trisha, still moaning in his branch.

Great tranquility followed the climax, 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 piece of ass did he do and what the piece of ass was he supposed to do now ?