#elma bracken

[adarkandmagicalforest]

hunted/hunter

ship: benjicot blackwood/original female character (elma bracken)

warnings: primal kink, smut, rough sex

The ground had some give.

Not much, but just enough that the heels of her boots sank into the soil like it was sand on a beach, slowly her incrementally as she ran as fast as she could through the woods. She'd begun running at sunset. It was almost fully dark now, the indigo skies creating large dark shadows that seemed to mock her as she hurried past branches and jumping over babbling brooks.

This began do to a sudden, unrestrained thought. Ben Blackwood had been sneering at her by the creek, claiming that the rock she was sitting on was on Blackwood land, and that meant she was not only trespassing but also now was Blackwood property as well, while leaning down and making that stupid face at her.

It had been an idea that came so suddenly and clearly, Elma could've done nothing else.

Once his face was within two feet of her, she'd risen up her fist and socked him on the nose.

Then, she'd laughed right in his pained, startled face. Very quickly, that surprise had turned into furious outrage, so she'd had to move quickly. Elma had shoved him into the creek as hard as she could, not even turning back to see him splashing against the water before she'd begun sprinting away.

And now she was running through the woods. With Bloody Ben not far behind her.

She could hear his breath and the sound of his grunts, which were coming closer and closer. It was that it would take time after she ducked a branch before she heard it snap, the savage Blackwood breaking the twigs off rather than take the time to dodge them as she had.

Anticipation had riled her unimaginably. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she could hear every thud within her ears.

Thud, thud, thud. The soft upturned soil sinking and spitting out every time boots sank into it.

Elma was starting to tire, her legs were protesting every movement now and her breath was becoming so loud. She was almost considering stopping, letting him catch her - after all, if she let him catch her, it was not like he had won. She'd have just chosen to let the game end.

And it was when she was considering slowing, after she'd jumped over a rather wide stream that she'd noticed it: the sudden lack of noise.

So her legs halted in place, the soil making way to moss as she struggled to silence her own heaving breaths, even having to cover her own mouth as she turned to look behind her.

Nothing. There was no one.

And it was no longer just dark, it was black now. Night had fully fallen over her and worser now, she couldn't see Benjicot behind her. Had he stopped? Decided that she was not worth the trouble by chasing her all through the woods? And decided that actually leaving her alone, with no weapon or light, would be punishment enough for hitting him?

It was just as she was starting to become truly, actually afraid when she heard a snap of a twig.

Elma gasped. 

And then she was taken hold of, and that soft soil she'd been so frustrated with cushioned her fall as she fell face first into the dirt and moss. 

"Spread your fucking legs." Ben demanded lowly into her ear.

She obeyed mindlessly, out of breath from the force of his throw.

Immediately, he shoved himself between her thighs, pushing up her skirts from behind and pushing her small clothes out of the way with little care for her before his cock was shoved inside of her wet cunt. Then he began to fuck her. He did so hard and fast, his hips hammering against her without any other preamble, not even touching her any further other than merely holding her hard against the dirt.

The angle wasn't quite right for her to feel pleasure, but that didn't seem to matter. Every thrust she became wetter and wetter, until squelching noises joined Ben's heavy grunts as he used her.

His hips soon changed the pace, from hard and fast to now just hard, as if he were trying to bruise her from his thrusts alone.

And he may have succeeded - as her rear was feeling more tender when he finally came inside of her, his cum shooting well inside of her cunt until she could feel it spilling out. 

When he pulled out of her, she realized she was trembling. 

Benjicot must've realized it too, because after a few moments he laid himself against her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other loosely under her neck while he lowered his face into her hair.

The pressure felt good.

But not as good as the kiss that he pressed against the back of her hair, holding her warm and safe against his body.

[adarkandmagicalforest]

Can I ask if there'll be a sequel or another Benjicot Blackwood fic??

[adarkandmagicalforest]

May we have a sequel to hunted??

hmmm, i might need suggestions for it

[adarkandmagicalforest]

blood lust

benjicot blackwood/ofc bracken (elma bracken)

warnings: fight kink, smut, rough oral sex (female receiving), short and sweet

2nd installment: once again, 3rd installment: hunted/hunter

Blackwoods were savages.

That was snarled into her ear from every person in her household, Mother, Father, brothers and even the cooks and maids.

And even if knocked on the back of her head, forcing her to lose all memory of any advice, thought and history: Elma Bracken would've immediately agreed with them when presented with Ben Blackwood.

He was a savage. From every spark of maddening delight every time she clanged the sword she'd stolen at him. His teeth were on display, a horrible display as he met her every swing, his grin broaddening each time she pushed him backward, barking a laugh when she shrilly screamed with frustration, which of course infuriated her all the more. 

She stepped right.

He stepped left. But then, she finally moved unexpectedlyand then his face wavered. The flat edge of her blade rang against his kneecap, causing a painful shout to erupt out of his mouth, much to her deep pleasure. 

Of course then, without any sort of warning, the fucking barbaric, horrible boy had snatched her sword by the blade! Minding naught the cut of the steel, he merely grunted and yanked it out of her hands, throwing it a yard off to the side of their disheveling argument before he rushed forward and tackled her to the ground.

The ground hurt from the force he's used, but she could never bare to hear that she'd lost to a Blackwood.

So Elma hit him. Then, she bit him.

But Ben Blackwood was on top of her, his body lodged between her legs while he attempted to grab her flailing arms that were trying to more solidly sock him on the nose. And that was about when she'd felt it - after her 5th blow against his cheek, when her gold ring had just sliced at his cheek. His cock, very evidently thick ans hard inside of his trousers while he bled on her.

They both knew that she knew. But she didn't care. How could she? What did that matter when there was the priority of winning? Success over a mortal enemy was surely more important than his heavy cock or the damp heat that was increasing between her legs.

So they kept fighting.

Soon, the fucking Blackwood bit her back, right upon her neck, making her hips jerk and a snarl (surely not a moan) come from her parted lips. Then, worse off, he rose his lips up in that snarling smile, she could feel it so, before he opened his mouth and slowly pressed his hot tongue along her throat and up to her ear, tasting her sweat and slightly dirty flesh and making her shiver beneath his body. So she shoved him away, freeing her arm so she might slap him again, hard across the face. The slap was loud, painful, and left a pink imprint of her hand against his cheek. But this only seemed to please him, as his cock was now positively throbbing against her.

Her riding breeches were yanked down in his attempt to wrestle her. They dropped down her milky thighs, baring her flesh to the cool afternoon.

And then Benjicot grinned wildly, devils twirling in his eyes as he suddenly released her wrists and dropped himself lower.

He dodged her kicks, catching one of her dainty ankles in hand before it hit his face. All at once, cool air hit against her cunt for just a single shocking moment - before it was gone just as fast. Her opponent had just shoved his face between her legs, his cackle of success lasting only until he'd pressed his mouth against her and began to hungrily devour her. There was no plan, rhythm or deciding motion, he simply did everything to her. Licking at her wildly, sucking at her cunt as he pleased. He'd even shoved his tongue inside her, she could feel it delving there as if to test her flavor... He'd even risen back up to disgustingly dribble his own spit over her cunt before he forcibly began to grind his flat tongue and face against her mound, then shaking his head like a filthy dog with his tongue grinding so fiercely against her cunt that she was surely sopping wet.

Elma's hands on their own had found their way to his dark hair, gripping it punishingly tight as her choked out cries escaped from her throat at the Blackwood's motion. And then he'd shoved his fingers inside her - thrusting them with reckless abandon once he'd found the angle that forced her to wriggle and squirm - and so he'd stolen her peak, the lurid, dreadfully wet sound still coming from her cunt while his fingers fucked her through the bodywrecking pleasure becoming so loud that Benji's body shook with pleased, cruel laughter. He didn't even stop when it was over, even though she'd just soaked his face. He just kept on, enjoying the sound and taste of her, especially when she yanked on his hair and hit him again, attempting to pull him away from her sensitive cunt. That he seemed to like more than anything, her swats and the pain from her pulling on his hair.

But he built her up again - doing so fast so he could insure that the second peak hurt, just enough so that the pleasure was sharp enough to force the shivers over her body and make her toes curl within her boots, her cries as he swept over her desperate for him to stop and yet desperate for him to continue.

When he finally pulled away, his lower face was shiny and wet, and his eyes were blown out just the way they'd been when they fought with swords.

"Again." The Blackwood son dared.

Elma narrowed her eyes. And then she kicked him, her heel hitting him square in the belly, before she showed him how Brackens rode.

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once again

pairing: Benjicot Blackwood/Original Female Character (Elma Bracken)

warnings: smut, cum-eating, sex in a godswood

third installment: hunted/hunter

It went further than his tongue that morning.

She wasn't even sure how it started. He'd come across her on Bracken land, where a weirwood was partially enclosed by wild hedges of blueberries and thorny brambles. As if the weather hardened plants dared not to go closer to the tree that the old gods lived within. Elma had been widdling a few walking sticks she'd found in her exploration while her horse helped himself to the berry bushes, the peace of the morning calming her.

And then he'd appeared in the little grotto, that hateful (lustful) shimmer to his eyes.

Then Elma was clutching at his back, holding onto his clothes as he drove harder and faster into her at her demand.

Soon enough the sound of them - the wet, sloppy, filthy, sinful noise of his hips slapping against her skin was filling this haphazardly made godswood with the noise. But neither of them appeared to hear it. Because the sensation, the feeling of hot flesh and kissing so rough that surely they were splitting their lips on each others teeth as they made to devour one another, was too heated, too dazzling to ignore.

But the Bracken had to pull herself away, had to part their lips so she could gasp for air and to also hotly gasp out, "Fuck - more, it's coming, I'm going to - " 

And Benjicot had instead pulled back, now on his knees so his wildly blown out eyes could look down upon her with a snarl as he gave her all the more, the vile, soaking wet sound clapping loudly until;

"Oh!" Elma choked out, grabbing the front of his black shirt for purchase as her peak hit her powerfully enough to make her shout out, "Oh, oh, Ben!" 

He'd filled her instantly, his cock shooting his cum deep inside of her too quickly for him to pull out to finish onto the grass. She should have thought that revolting, truly disgusting that he'd done such a thing. His white cum painting her insides until it oozed out of her cunt and down her inner thighs, staining her torn small clothes and her dress too. But it didn't disgust her. Quite oppositely - because she suddenly didn't believe that one peak was not enough.

The Blackwood had paused, temporarily, and was resting with his hot breath against her neck. He was solid and heavy, his weight upon her in a way that satisfied her carnal, unholy and hateful desires.

But still she shoved him off of her, unexpectedly getting him onto his back. 

"You made a mess of me." Elma accused, arousal nearly making her shake, especially when the look of him - shocked, outraged and then just as thoroughly debauched as herself, showcased clearly across his features.

"You deserved it." Ben stated lowly, his dark eyes flickering over her as her thighs straddled his waist. He looked at her with anticipation, though his cock (which had been softening) was now trying with all it's might to regain it's stiffness. It was about half the thickness now, but that's not what she wanted.

"And now you have to clean the damned mess you made." She demanded, moving forward up to press her knees on either side of his shoulders, his own spend dripping out of her and onto his sweaty neck. 

His dark brown eyes met her hazel ones. And then he'd grabbed her by her skirts, yanking them up with such fierce eagerness that she nearly toppled over top of him when he pulled her up to shove his face between her legs. He licked himself out of her cunt, with such wild abandon that Elma had to snatch her hand down to tangle her fingers in his dark hair, holding herself to him while the Blackwood groaned into her cunt.

It took longer to find her peak, she'd had to grind herself hard against his face to find it. Her sensitive cunt, rubbing down against him, the rough, little scratches of his morning stubble prickling her soft skin in a deeply erotic way that she was loathe to stop even when she knew his tongue had cleaned away every drop of his own cum. 

And once he'd finished cleaning his mess, Ben's cock was full and thick, ready to create a whole other mess, if the toothy sneer he gave her (and his grabbing hands) told her anything at all.

This was not a problem, she thought as he took her captive and slammed her down between the sprawling white roots of the weirwood trees. They could stop anytime.