Chapter 1.
He was beautiful, un naturally and unmistakably the finest specimen she had ever seen. He barely noticed her, and she was glad, for she rather enjoyed the times she was able to stand amongst the trees and watch him go about his day. Oblivious of the attention he captured, from not only her but majority of the females amongst her tribe.
Strong golden legs protruded from the kilt he had been provided, the beautiful man were a slave to her people, but humble in his existence, he had become more so one of them during his time here.
And he did not grumble, nor did he disagree with anything that was asked of him, and he had not once tried to escape – which, in her opinion, would be extremely easy considering his sheer size and strength.
He was, as happy as he could possibly be, and the only things that told him apart from the Scottish bloodlines that coursed through the tribes inhabitant's, was the gold ear length hair that took the colour of honey in the sunlight, the bronze colour of his skin, and his Hungarian Accent, that melted her core every time she heard him try to communicate with her people.
It was then that he looked up at her, and her heart skipped a beat as she took the tartan fabric that flowed around her in hand, before hiking it up and turning on her heels, running off along the dirt track.
His skin had glistened in the sunlight, illuminating the corded muscles that wound across the tops of his arms. His shoulders were broad, perhaps the largest she had ever seen, showing off raw muscle as he lowered and picked up another piece of wood from the ground and placed it ready to be halved, for the fire later on that evening.
And with each powerful extension, just before the tip of the axe made contact with the wood in a numbing ting, she held her breath as she reveled in the beads of sweat that cascaded from his cheeks.
Why she continued to torment herself by watching him was beyond her, she could never have him, not even in her fantasies, for if she did she would give into temptation, and beg to feel the searing heat of his hands upon her body. "Layla!" her mothers voice beckoned to her from the river, where Layla was meant to of been, assisting her in cleaning the instruments for tonight's feast.
She dashed through the trees, avoiding his gaze as she made her way towards her mother who sat at the river bank, a long piece of fabric extended from her fingertips that Layla was meant to dry the cutlery with. She folded her legs beneath her weight, sitting alongside her mother on the rocky bank.
She could feel his eyes upon her, and it make her skin ache with longing ' look away, look away' she pleaded with herself, and it was as though her mother had noticed her daughters UN-comfort, as molten heat burned at her cheeks when her mother looked past her and directly at him.
She elbowed her, a smile spread from eye to eye as she nodded in his direction, as if to tell her daughter to look at him "Stop it mamma!" she hissed, focusing all of her attention upon her task at hand, what her mother didn't know however, was that she spent a huge amount of time watching the man each time she was given opportunity, she knew every inch of him, well, that in which was not hidden behind the kilt of course.
'Croist' she thought, her mother would give her away to the Hungarian god in an instant, and don't get her wrong it wasn't that she didn't want that, it was that he was massive, he could and UN-doubt-ably would take her whenever he pleased, and yes she would love every second of belonging to him but if his manhood in kept with the rest of his body, he would surely tear her apart.
But her father, now he was a battle just waiting to unfold. He already had an idea in his head of who she should marry, and if he heard that she was practically stalking the Hungarian giant, he would surely kill both her and him. But that had never stopped her, she just couldn't contain herself when it come to him, and with all the girls swooning over him, she was sure that he wouldn't spare a thought for her twice, But she really wanted him to, she longed to feel his strong giant hands against her body, there was little that would change that, not even her fathers protectiveness. And if the Hungarian god did not want her then she would definitely watch him from afar.
Today her job was to over see that everything for the party later on that even went according to plan, though her mother it seemed was more pre-occupied by the Hungarian giant and her attempts at match making than she was her daughters plans for this evening.
Her laughter was piercing, she was giggling at him like she were a youth again, pretending to be feeble so she could ask for him to help her carry the utensils. "Mamma" Layla called to her, nearing the two of them and grabbing onto her arm "Leave him alone" she had never realized how thankful she was that he did not understand their language, she smiled to him, trying to drag her mother away by the arm, who was reluctant to move at all, Layla stared at her in annoyance her eyes slowly narrowing in upon her skull as her mother now turned to face her, smiling as she nodded in his direction and Layla followed her gaze to see the perfect Hungarian giant was smiling watching her as though she were the only thing that existed.
'Oh I hate you' she thought bitterly, tugging harder on her mothers arm as she gave in reluctantly to her daughters demands. "Don't do that again" she threatened leading her away, her grip tight around her wrist, oblivious to him as he followed them down the field, utensils in hand. She spun around to look at him the noise of the utensils brushing against one another catching her off guard.
She stared up at him, he was a good foot taller than her, and she went to take the utensils from him, because she had forgotten that her mother had asked him for help in her panic. But he simply brushed her hands away, his face hardening as he all but dared her to take them again, and she was reluctant for she were afraid of the consequences.
He was much larger and much stronger than her, and she knew if he caught hold of her wrist in an act to warn her not to take them, she would crumble before him and whimper softly all in hope that he would leave her go, or hold onto her tighter.
It was then that she imagined how it would feel to be pressed against the hard of his chest, and instinctively her eyes moved to the fine blond hair that curled just below the v of his throat. He was still smiling and she shook her head trying to rid herself of her thoughts, before pointing to where she would like him to place the utensils down, and he done as he was told, without question.
This, made her wonder of what else he would do if he were told, and it made a searing heat whelm inside of her as her whole body tingled over the possibilities.
She bowed her head to him averting her eyes in a way of saying thank you for his help, and he done the same in return before striding off back down the field to do whatever he had been doing before his mother had decided to disturb him.
And she couldn't help but wonder if she used the excuse of needing more help would he of followed her inside of their hut and complied with her every wish – the very thought sent shivers quaking through every inch of her body.
She chased after him acting only from impulse, cursing herself inwardly, "Kin!" she beckoned and he stopped dead in his tracks, and so did she, pressing her fingers to her lips she realized then that her impulsiveness could of ended her in a lot of trouble. He made no attempt to turn and look at her, so she could at the very least try to read his expression "You speak English" he said then, his shoulders stiffening his voice was Resonant, this was the first time she had heard it in English and had assumed he were mute. "O-only just." she stuttered nervously, her breath catching in her lungs as he slowly started to turn so that he were facing her.
Big blue pools stared down at her from his eye sockets, cold and suddenly lifeless as his heart was seemingly wrenched from his chest "Forgive me" she lowered her head in shame, calling him that had very obviously upset the giant. A flicker caught her eye as he raised his hand to his chest, crossing the distance between them, and her body stiffened instinctively with his near, he was close enough now that she could smell the citrus of soap upon his skin, a toxic scent mingled with that of his own masculine aroma.
"Who calls me by Kin?" his voice had lowered to an almost whisper, the warmth of his breath brushing her cheek as she listened intently. Keen on not upsetting him again, it was never her intentions in the first place, but she had and she didn't understand why.
"My mother" she said then, studying his face as he moved away, his big blue eyes widening at the realization "I'm sorry, I did not mean to upset you"
"Upset me?" his voice hardened in the realization that she thought she had upset him "you have not upset me".
A moment of silence fell upon them before reluctantly he smiled and left her standing there outside the nuts, confused.
She avoided him throughout most of the evenings fun, she felt almost sick to the stomach for she knew that he was simply being polite in saying she had not upset him. Their eyes had met a few times throughout the night and she had tried to avoid his gaze, but as if a mother checking upon it's child, her eyes had wandered to him, and she had watched him in awe as he eat, more than enjoying the fish they had cooked and she was pleased.
She had left him and everyone else chattering, or so she thought. Returning to her hut where she wanted to settle down for the night and pray for a better day tomorrow.
"Judas" a male voice sounded from behind her before she entered the hut and she spun around in alarm to see the Hungarian giant standing there smiling at her "I'm – sorry?" she questioned, slightly confused. "My name, is Judas" her heart fluttered at the way he said his name, his accent stronger as the word left his lips, it was beautiful. "Oh" she smiled "it's very suiting"
"it is?" he asked and she nodded, it sounded perfect for a foreign sex god.
The evening had become chilly without the warmth of the huge bonfire they had built earlier, she hugged her arms about her waist, taking in their surroundings as he took in her. "I should let you go and be warm" her eyes were now back upon his and she stuttered slightly pulling the sash tighter around her shoulders.
"Would you like to come in?" she said finally watching as his head raised to a stance that she always found very dominant, "I can warm a hot drink upon the fire" he wanted to follow her inside, it could be seen in his eyes but he was reluctant, scared?.
