Clash Of Clans

Chapter 5

Ash

His hot breath showered down my neck as he was holding me in his muscular arms. He slowly pulled out and I felt my hole gaping open with lots of cum spilling out.

The veil of the tent suddenly opened and the male barbarian, peeked inside. "Hey Benji, we need to..."

The barbarian looked at his friend and almost covered me entirely with his body. "Hey! Have you ever heard of knocking?!"

"There isn't a door—"

"Just get out!"

His friend got away as quickly as possible, embarrassed by this situation and so was he. He rolled off me and sighed burying his face into his hands.

I on the other hand never felt shameful being caught, as I have been caught many times before. It did sting a little to see his reaction, almost as if he was ashamed.

He looked at me and concern washed over him. "Sorry about that. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm fine..." unfortunately not the same could be said about my ass.

I looked at his cock and that thing was still hard.

"I'll go get you some clothes!" He said and stood up, covering himself. "I won't take long! We can't stay here for long anyway."

I nodded and I watched him leave the tent. Soon he did come back with trousers for me to wear and I quickly put them on. I supposed not much words could be said about what just happened, after all we were meant to be enemies and he was supposed to be my assassin.

"The others are outside. You must be famished. Not to worry, Mileah is quite the cook you'll love the boar meat she makes."

"Boar meat?" I tried not to cringe in disgust, as I got up to my feet and felt my backside already aching. My hole was throbbing. "I find your taste very questionable."

"Hey, we need to keep our bellies filled. We'll here for a while until we figure out a plan. I'll be in trouble for not killing you and your people are obviously hunting for us as we speak."

I frowned and folded my arms. "Us? You helped me get away, I suppose since you did try to kill me you've made it up to me. But we are not associates, so this is where we will be parting ways. Westeros is the perfect start for me."

"That is not happening!"

"I would love to see you try and stop me!" I scoffed and walked to the exit only for him to grab my throat and pull me towards him.

Breathed against my ear, a low rumbling sound coming from within his chest. "I would love to see you try and defy me. When I tell you, you're not going anywhere, you are not going anywhere!"

A shiver ran down my spine after his words hit me. His tone went from friendly to angry and domineering all of a sudden and I wasn't sure if I should be intimidated or turned on by him.

"Witch or not, you're mine now! I am a barbarian and so long as I live, you're stuck with me. You got that?"

"What about your friends?" I grabbed onto his arm of the hand around my throat. He wasn't hurting me but his grip was telling me that he didn't want to be pissed off.

"Barbarians don't harm the mates of their comrades." He removed his hand. "Grover and Mileah can be trusted. For now we will settle here, till we have a plan. You will stay by my side from now on."

"Fine!" I rolled my eyes and jerked away from him. "Just don't assume you're in the place to boss me around!"

He laughed. "You are quite the rebel. But do not worry, soon I will tame you. Now let's go eat."

I held my chin up and exited the tent and he was tailing right behind me. He was annoying as fuck and if my ass wasn't so sore right now, I would run. Not that I'd get far.

As soon as I got out the tent I held up my arm as my eyes were blinded a little by the sunlight. I heard birds chirping and wind swerving by. We were in a forest near the village monstadt, perfectly situated near a river and other resources. This was the perfect camping spot.

Grover and Mileah, I assumed were his friends were sitting around a fire, where meat was being grilled on a stick. I could finally see both their faces this time and it turned out the myth about all barbarians looking the same weren't true.

Mileah was a tall and strongly built female, with long red hair braided from the back of her hair all the way down. Grover was just as tall with neck length brown hair and a pretty long beard.

Both turned their heads to look at me and they smiled at me. I was suspicious at first, they had no reason to be nice to me.

"Ash, come on and join us!" Grover said and rolled a log for me to sit beside them.

"Come on," Benji hooked his arm around me and pulled me along with him to go sit around the fire. "Guys, Ash over here never had boar before!"

"I never said that!" I argued.

"You didn't have to!" He winked and let me sit down. "How far is the meat?"

"Almost done," said Mileah. "And since you mentioned that, I'll make sure this is the best meat your mate ever had. I brought some of my special spices with me!"

"I can't wait to eat!" Grover groaned.

I sat there on the log, feeling like tiniest person in the group also like the odd one out. They were all so nice and warm. Not the violent and cruel people, witches at my homes described them to be.

I suppose that's how witches groomed their children to make them a part of this witch vs barbarian war.

Being near Benji's friends made me feel welcome. It was as though they accepted me even though they hardly knew me.

"The meat looks ready!" Mileah said after turning the meat over on the other side and then removing it, laying it out on a tray.

We spent that morning having boar for breakfast. I suppose the meat didn't taste that bad.