Ash
Slowly I regained consciousness. I remembered nothing more than the blast and getting knocked out by it, however there was something that shielded my body from the explosion and that was all I remembered.
But as I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a tent. This wasn't back home and it definitely didn't feel like home. Unfortunately for me the barbarians succeeded in capturing me and I had no idea where the hell I was.
"You're awake!" I heard a familiar voice.
I turned my head and in came the blonde barbarian. The tall, muscular and godly looking one. I couldn't help but wonder why the beast didn't already kill me and why I was being held captive instead.
"Here," he held out what looked like a cup. I could smell warm tea from it. "You've been out for a quite a while now. You got me worried there."
I quickly sat up and back away. I needed to get out of here. I could use magic to melt off these cuffs, but I'll only burn myself in the process. My legs were tied together, so using them for a spell wasn't an option either.
"You know, you're the first witch I ever saw project fire from their feet. I can tell that you're very strong."
"Where the hell am I?!" I snapped at him.
His facial expression immediately changed and he was serious now. He set the cup aside carefully. "We're in Monstadt, a village in Westeros."
"What?!" I couldn't believe it. "How the hell did you get me here?!"
"We got teleported here. It was my decision, actually. After your blast, everyone but me got knocked on unconscious. So I took us here, because Barbaria wasn't an option and it looked to me as if you wanted to run from Magnolia, so I helped you with that."
"You're not making any sense! I mean, you just tried to kill me and now you want to help me!"
"I know and I'm sorry!" He looked at me with those blue eyes of his and damn, I never imagined someone pleading would look so damn good. "I was sent here to kill you and I was only following orders. You have to understand that I was doing this for my people and I was told that you were extremely dangerous."
"Wow, glad to know the north somehow conjured a reputation for me!" I said with a slight tone of sarcasm.
"Hey..." his hand brushed against mine and my body stiffened. "Me and my friends won't hurt you."
"And why should I believe you?"
"Because you're my mate."
"..." I was speechless. I knew what that word was and what it meant. It was a term only used by barbarians because it was only something that occurred among their people. This meant I was meant to be soulmated to a barbarian.
I mean, I didn't see something wrong with that. He looked strong, he was big and I sure as hell could see a beast in those baby blue eyes of his. I wanted him since the moment I laid my eyes on him and I wanted him even more now that he just confessed to having something for me.
"Let me help with this, just promise not to attack me," he said and already released my hands from the cuffs.
He did the same with my legs and held his hands up, his way to show me that he was backing away, but I didn't let him.
Instead, I pulled him towards me and I kissed him. I couldn't stop myself, it was if my body had a mind of its own, pulling him between my legs while his face was meshed into mine.
He made a primal growl noise and climbed on top of me and then something big and hard was rubbing all over my crotch.
Suddenly he pulled back and looked at me. "Wait...I don't want to hurt you..."
"You've said that about ten times already...." I said almost sounding like I was whining.
He kissed me again and I closed my eyes. There was this unexplainable passion between us. It was if I had known him forever and kissing him felt right.
His hands groped my butt and just like that he tore my pants off. Like the animal he was he spread my legs wide apart, not looking at my cock but my hole. He was so strong, he did all that with zero effort.
I looked at him and saw him staring at my hole, not uttering a word. His head went down finally and he opened his mouth before he began to lick my hole and suck it.
I threw my head back as powerful wave of pleasure hit me, unlike any other before. It never felt his good when Grayson did it, for that reason I rarely made him eat my ass.
Benji's face went all up my ass and his mouth was eating my bussy. He sucked and licked, pushed his tongue inside and exploded depths and places I never knew existed.
I could see him reaching for his toga, unveiling it and releasing his throbbing cock.
After that he pulled his face away from my butt and spat on it again. He then lined himself up and lowered his hips, applying pressure and in one swift move he slammed it in.
"Fuck!" I yelled. Taking something that big without any prep hurt like hell. It felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. I had no idea barbarians had such huge cocks.
I held his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. His muscles rippled as he pulled back slowly, making me clench around his cock and then he slammed it back in, opening me up.
"You're so tight!"
"Slow down you brute!"
"Never!"
His hips moved, his cock going in and out. He was so deep, I felt my guts rearranging. I couldn't bare to look at the bulge it made in my stomach and how none of this was hurting me the way it should be doing. All I felt was pleasure.
The barbarian fastened his pace and he was beginning to pound me ruthlessly. His thighs smacking into my asscheeks and his abs pulsating as he planted his feet into ground, going in a frenzy.
A knot was forming in my stomach. I felt hot and my face was sweating. I couldn't stop myself from moaning and Benji was roaring like an animal, his eyes filled with raging lust.
I was going to cum and very soon, way too soon. I wasn't some virgin!
"Ahhh!" I arched my back and the more I wanted to hold it back, the harder he pounded me.
At some point I couldn't take it and I came all over myself.
The barbarian pumped his hips and pushed his cock inside me. His fingers gripping my flesh and holding my asscheeks open while he opened my hole.
"Ahhh!" He threw his head back and slammed his cock into me where he unloaded his hot nut and filled me to the brim.
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Clash Of Clans
FanfictionHe's big, tall and muscular. He is feared by most as The Bastard Son Of The Beast and he would burn down kingdoms just so he could have me. But when the kingdoms want to burn what he and I have just to separate us, we unite and fight together again...