Walking through the Bordeli Forest was easier than he thought it would. Looking at the treeline all of his life, he assumed it would be a dark place filled with spiderwebs, slime, and gouts of flame. Instead, it was just old trees, small clearings, and a thick underbrush. If it wasn't for the animal trails, it would be hard walking.
Rin hefted the bundle of flowers over his right shoulder and continued along an animal trail. The path was worn down to the bare earth in many places as it wandered along streams and traced the ridges of rolling hills. His boots, which were still light compared to his father's, scuffed against the rough ground and exposed roots.
He had been walking for about a half hour and guessed he was halfway through the forest. None of the stories said what was in the Bordeli, only that it would spell doom for anyone who entered. But, looking around at the patches of wildflowers and mushroom-dotted trees, he couldn't imagine anything horrific inside the woods.
The trail came up to a stream of glittering water. Rin smiled and stepped over the water. As he did, he spotted one of the flowers slipping out of the bundle.
“Shit,” he said and reached for it, but the water caught the purple flower and tugged it along the water. The cold spell shimmered around the flower and streaks of ice formed in the surface before the churn of water dissolved the spell.
Rin rolled his eyes and finished crossing the stream. Bending over, he set the bundle of flowers on the ground and spread his hands over it. Whispering words to the spell, he reinforced the cold spell on the bundle until hoarfrost prickled along the openings and the icy sensation perked his nipples.
“There is no—” said a stranger, his voice a deep rumble from somewhere behind Rin.
Rin screamed and stood up, spinning around as he slapped his hands to cover his ass.
“—greater beauty than that,” finished the stranger. He was leaning against a tree only a few meters away from Rin. Arms as thick as a tree limb were crossed over a bare chest. The ridges of muscles flexed as Rin's eyes trailed from the stranger's chest, up to the well-defined shoulders, and then to the man's face.
The first thing Rin saw was the stranger's intense blue eyes. They were staring at him with an unreadable expression. Close-set, they seemed to bore through Rin's clothes.
A blush burned across Rin's cheeks. He slowly crossed his arms in front of him, not to shield himself but to hide his cold-hardened nipples from the stranger's view.
The man's eyes slid down, slowly tracing Rin's body.
Rin could feel the attention against his skin, a flash of heat that caressed his stomach, hips, and down between his legs. The tiny cock twitched with the sensation and then grew hotter when the man's attention lingered on it, somehow seeing him through the thin fabric of the Gingham dress.
Then, just as slowly, the stranger looked up. He scratched the bottom of his chin, dragging his fingers through short brown hairs that shadowed his throat.
Rin gulped as he stared at the hand. It was huge and wide, with fingers as thick as sausages but calloused from work. Muscles flexed along the stranger's body and Rin followed it with his gaze, jerking when he realized that the stranger wore no shirt. Instead, the dark brown became a patch of rich hair that traveled down over large pectorals and then to the ridges of his abdomen. For a moment, Rin was terrified that the stranger was naked, but he wore a pair of black jeans that strained around thick thighs and a massive bulge between his legs.
A flash of heat poured into Rin, filling his groin with a searing liquid. His entire body tensed and he felt the sweat prickling his skin. “W-What?”
The stranger gave him a toothy grin with shockingly white teeth. “I said, there was no greater beauty than what I was looking at.”
Rin's heart thumped in his chest. “T-The flowers? I'm selling—”
“No, that ass of yours.”
Rin's buttocks tightened and the heat increased.
“Seeing it sticking out of the grass, begging to be grabbed, that is real beauty.” The stranger spoke with a deep, guttural voice. It rumbled the air and Rin's pulse fluttered in response. “It looks like an ass that needs to be fucked.”
The breath caught in Rin's throat. He gulped at his tight throat and clutched his shoulders tighter. He slid one foot back, unsure of what to do but thinking he could run.
The stranger chuckled. “That's what you're good for, right? To have my cock rammed into that tight—”
Rin whimpered.
“—little—”
The heat flashed through Rin, making it hard to breathe.
“—hole of yours?”
Rin took another step back, his heel thumping against the bundle of flowers on the ground. He jumped and glanced back, the urge to pick up his flowers fighting with the blind need to run. He started to look back up and then froze, wondering if the creature would be closer when he looked up. With a whimper, he looked up.
To Rin's relief, the stranger was still leaning against the tree.
“So, my little ass slut, what is your name?”
The world spun around Rin. He opened his mouth to say something but only a croak came out. His cock was hard and aching, though the short length only pricked his senses. Images of Pieter's cock came flashing back, the stranger's words reminding Rin of his earlier thoughts.
The stranger twisted slightly and then he was standing away from the tree. “They call me Barratt, if that matters. I own these woods.”
Sweat ran down Rin's face. “I-I'm Rin… I-I live o-over in Niss… Nissar.”
“Rin, my little fuck hole—”
Rin blushed hotter, though he didn't think it was possible.
“I'm going to enjoy grabbing those sweet thighs of yours and spreading them open.”
“No….”
“And that cute little asshole of yours, I'm going to lick it.”
Rin shuddered and clutched himself tight enough his nails began to dig into his skin.
“And when I get it all sloppy and wet…” Barratt reached down and stroked the thick bulge at his crotch, “I'm going bury every centimeter of my cock into your guts.”
Rin shook his head and stepped around his flowers. He took a swipe at it, but his fingertips caught the strap and it knocked over instead. Purple flowers cascaded out of the bundle, the cold spell freezing the grass underneath them as they rolled to a stop.
He shook violently as he backed away, splashing into the stream as he blindly reached for the other side. The cold water lapped at his boots and ankles, almost searing in the contrast to his heated skin.
Barratt stepped forward, the muscles in his chest and stomach tightening. “That's the only thing you are good for, you know. A hot body to wrap around my dick and a bucket to dump my cum.”
“No, please leave me alone.”
“Why?” asked Barratt. “You're mine. You always have been.”
Rin glanced behind him, making sure he was still on the trail. He gulped and looked back, whimpering at how close Barratt was approach. His body trembled as his heart beat faster, screaming at him to run for his life.
“N-No…” cried Rin.
“I'm going to fuck that ass of yours until you scream. And them cum so hard it will be pouring out of your mouth as you beg for more.”
Cock hard, heart pounding, and skin crawling, Rin could only inch away from the man. His words were humiliating and terrifying, but at the same time, he could almost picture what the stranger wanted to do and it brought flashes of heat.
Barratt crushed one of the flowers, a burst of ice sparkled along his bare feet before he took another step. When he lifted his palm, the flattened remains of the flower had been pressed into the moist ground.
The sight of the flower and the fear of Barratt was too much. With a scream, Rin turned on his heels and sprinted away, his long legs flashing with his desperation to flee.