by Emily Fox
Craig crossed his arms but looked pleased with his younger brother.
Eric frowned in confusion and turned to spy his father stepping out of the woods.
“Well Eric, it’s time to make her yours, claim her,” he growled, showing elongated canines as he grinned.
Eric shook his head and stepped back. His foot caught on something and he tumbled backwards.
His heart sunk and his gut wrenched as he stared at the curled up woman. Luna stared at him with frightened eyes as she pulled her legs up against her naked body. Blood streaked her skin along with claw marks, and she whimpered as Eric reached out for her.
“Please Eric,” she cowered from his touch, and his body trembled as he leant over her.
“Don’t hurt me,” she begged as he pulled her arms up above her head.
He couldn’t control his body, and he screamed inwardly at himself as Luna struggled feebly in his grip as readied himself over her.
His clothes were gone too now, and he grunted as he shoved his length into her, feeling her inner warmth envelope him.
She cried out at the forced entry and whimpered, and Eric raged within his mind as tears streaked down her dirty, bloody face as he thrust into her.
She gave up fighting though and laid beneath him in defeat as he rocked back and forth, growling as he slammed into her.
“Is this what you want?” she murmured, her face twisted with anger and hate as he sped up. He was nearly there now.
Luna snarled and flipped them over, and the forest scene changed, his brothers and father dispersing into the air as a bed replaced the grass beneath him.
He fisted his hands in the sheets as Luna rode him, her face now free from the grime and blood, and there was no trace of tears.
“I want this,” she purred as she straightened up on him, allowing him to fondle her small, plump breasts as she rocked slowly on him.
She stared down at him with an adoring smile, but her face turned to one of bliss as she fastened her pace.
Eric slid his hands to her hips and helped guide her movements as she ground down onto him.
Eric moaned at the feel of her warm, soft skin and her clenching insides. He relished the feel of her, loving the warmth of being inside her as he thrust up to meet her. She pulled back, almost slipping his length out before grinding back down.
“Jesus,” Eric gritted his teeth as he tried to drive himself deeper into her, but Luna giggled softly, making sure to keep her body moving at her own pace.
“Do you like this?” she murmured in his ear huskily, and he moaned in ecstasy as she fastened.
Luna’s body quivered and shook as she moaned in pleasure as Eric plunged deep into her. He moaned loudly and shook as his body erupted in bliss, filling her up inside.
Eric awoke sweating, his manhood throbbing beneath his blanket. He slipped his hand down and wrapped his fingers around his length, wanting to continue the fantasy while it was still fresh in his mind. He pictured Luna, imagined her body atop him and her endearing eyes focused solely on him. He pumped himself hard and fast, already horny and turned on from his dream. It didn’t take much for him to tremble and growl as he came.
Chapter 3
Eric tromped down the stairs with a plate of bacon and eggs, his mind whirring as he spotted Luna sitting up on her bed expectantly.
He wanted to free her, his dream last night had shown him he wouldn’t be able to stand it if any harm came to her, and he wanted to get to know her properly, not just through the bars of her cell as a captor.
“Here, I cooked it for you,” he smiled softly as he slid the plate and cutlery through the slot.
His family had gone into town, Craig waiting until Brent and his father were gone before leaving as well. He had told Eric if he dobbed him in he’d beat him, but Eric had no intention of doing so. Having Craig gone meant he might be able to free Luna.
Luna leapt off the bed, her eyes bulging at the delicious meal. Her stomach grumbled noisily and she tried to maintain her calm as her mouth watered.
She picked up the plate and sat back on her bed, ignoring Eric’s watchful gaze as she dug into her meal. She tried to refrain from scoffing it down, but the hot eggs and smell of the perfectly cooked bacon ruined any chance of that, and she chuckled through a mouthful of food as Eric laughed at her eagerness.
“I won’t let you starve Luna, and I won’t let you stay locked up here,” Eric’s faced turned serious as Luna finished up her meal.
“What?” she mumbled dumbly as she set the plate down on the floor and looked at him carefully.
“I’m going to find a way to get you out of here okay?” Eric clenched his jaw as he eyed the cell.
“You said so yourself, your father has the key. I’ve tried to find any other way out, but we’ll need the key,” Luna spoke slowly, not believing what she was hearing.
This boy, this young man; he was not like the others at all. She felt a pull towards him and an odd trust, one she questioned constantly since she first saw him.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he growled as he approached the cell, testing the door.
He checked the hinges, wondering if perhaps any tools could undo them. They looked unbreakable though, but he’d try anything.
Luna pulled the blanket up around herself as Eric searched the basement and far workshop for any tools, cursing as he struggled.
“Thankyou,” Luna murmured. Eric sighed and turned to her with pained eyes.
“Don’t thank me until I’ve gotten you out,” he frowned. “But all we’ve got here are rusty tools that aren’t suitable for the job.”
“We need the key,” Luna stated.
“I know,” Eric growled and closed his eyes. His father wore the key around his neck, and he would never be able to get it away from him. He needed a plan.
“We need a plan, and I might need your help,” he stated, and Luna nodded slowly.
“I need to get the key,” Eric stated as he sat down before her cell, his brow furrowed in thought.
Luna watched him silently as his mind worked, and he eventually grunted.
“I have an idea, I’m not sure if it’ll work, but it’s worth a shot,” he gave her a soft smile.
Luna listened intently as he explained his idea, and she felt her heart flutter at the thought of freedom and seeing her brother again.
It might just work, but they needed to be careful and time it right.
Eric sat in the basement with her, speaking about his passion for fixing cars. There was nothing else to do until his father returned, so he decided to spend the time getting to know Luna.
She grinned as he spoke, enjoying his enthusiasm and love for the mechanical beasts of the modern world, and she told him of her brother, how their Aunt had taken him after the death of their mother and she no longer saw him much. They’d always been close, and he was just a young boy. She wanted to take him in and be his main caregiver, but first she had to get to him.
They spoke for hours and Luna laughed, a sound that melted Eric inside. He loved her smiles and her interest in his stories, the way she laughed and would struggle to breathe when he told her of childhood stories with his brothers and the trouble they got in.
Luna wanted to ask about what plans were in store for her, but she was afraid to question Eric, fearing he’d run away again. He was sweet and kind, only wanting to make her comfortable and happy. She didn’t want to ruin that, and she tried to keep the questioning thoughts at bay as they spoke.
Luna spoke fondly of her mother and how her family once was. She spoke about her art that she loved so much, and Eric’s heart raced as he dashed upstairs to find her some pencils and an old musty art book in a drawer.
He flew down the stairs, loving how Luna’s eyes lit up with joy and gratitude as he handed them through the bars.
He watched her quietly as she drew. She seemed at peace and content as her hand moved in precise strokes, and she started to hum softly.
Watching her do
what she had loved so much filled him with a happiness like no other.
Luna was overjoyed when Eric presented her with the old art book with a few scribbles in it from his childhood. She flicked to a blank page, remembering how she used to draw before her mother died. After that, she no longer found the time or inspiration. But talking to Eric and hearing his stories had brightened her spirits, and she found her hand moved with ease as she lowered the pencil to the paper. She fell back into her old rhythm, humming softly as her hand swirled and stroked across the page, bringing to life a pack of wolves frolicking in the forest. She almost forgot Eric was there as he watched in silence, mesmerised by her talent.
Eric stared in awe as she worked, disbelieving how easily she brought the page to life with a small pack of wolves. They were leaping in the air as they played with each other, and Luna took her time filling in all the details from the trees to the delicate eyes and fur of the wolves.
“It’s beautiful,” Eric stated as Luna sat back, finally satisfied with the piece.
“I always found wolves easy and natural to draw,” she murmured as her eyes rose to meet his. He stared at her with a newfound fondness, and she blushed.
“What color is your fur?” he asked out of the blue.
“Grey and white, yours?” she smiled as she put the pencils away. She’d color it in later.
“Red-brown.”
“Nice,” Luna nodded as she closed her art book. “Shouldn’t your family be getting home soon?”
“Yeah, probably,” Eric frowned, realising how long he’d been down there. It must be late afternoon now.
As if on cue, the faint jingle of his ringtone sounded off and he apologised to Luna as he dashed upstairs to answer it.
It was Craig, informing him that their father would be staying in town for two nights and wouldn’t be returning home. Brent would stay with him, and Craig had no intentions of coming home until his father did. Eric didn’t bother to question him, although he was curious as to what his brother was up to.
With stern words to take care of their captive and to not say anything to their father, Craig hung up and left Eric to growl in frustration. With his father not returning, he couldn’t play out his plan of getting the key. He’d have to wait, as would Luna.
He sighed and looked at the clock, deciding now would be a good time to cook up something for them to eat.
Luna lay on her bed as she listened to the muffled voice upstairs and then the soft steps as Eric moved around upstairs.
He’d brought her a toothbrush and toothpaste at one point at her request, and she was glad to have scrubbed the fuzziness off her teeth. A shower was a luxury she couldn’t have though, which Eric apologised for.
Some time passed before Eric reappeared, grinning as he carried two plates down the stairs. He placed one on the workbench before gliding over to slide hers through.
“Satay chicken and rice for the lovely lady, would you like a drink too? We have coke, water, milk, orange juice?” Eric offered as Luna thanked him and scrambled off the bed.
“Orange juice would be amazing,” she smiled as she dug into the hot food. She savoured the rich taste as Eric darted back upstairs, and she sighed fondly after him.
He was such a sweet young man; he didn’t deserve what his family was making him do. But he was doing everything to make her time comfortable and well.
Eric reappeared with two glasses and plopped himself down at the workbench after passing her drink through.
They ate in a comfortable silence, and Eric informed her of his family’s absence once he’d finished.
Luna groaned, knowing it wasn’t his fault. But she’d been preparing herself for the plan they’d discussed, hoping to run free again.
“I was thinking though, I can bring the TV down from the spare room and use the blow up camping mattress and we can watch a movie?” Eric smiled tenderly at her.
“That’d be nice. Having company has really been lovely today, it’s been quite lonely,” Luna sighed before sipping her juice. Since Eric had taken over her care, she’d finally been having decent meals, which she was forever thankful for.
“I’m so sorry this has happened to you,” Eric closed his eyes as he leant back on his stool to stretch his back.
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” Luna reassured him.
“I’m going to get you your freedom though, I promise,” Eric stated matter-of-factly.
Luna looked down with a small smile. Eric was a kind young man, unlike anyone she’d met before. And he had taken such good care of her when he didn’t have to. He’d gone against his father’s wishes by speaking to her, but she was glad. She relished the company and conversations; it had been some time since she’d had a decent chat with anyone.
“Here, pass me your dishes,” Eric slipped down off his stool and strode over.
Luna slid the plates from breakfast and now through the slot, and handed her glass through the bars. His hand touched hers and lingered there briefly, his eyes lighting up as she blushed.
“Thank you, again,” Luna murmured as she stepped closer to the bars. She felt her insides squirm as he drew in a sharp breath. She vaguely wondered if it was her scent, knowing she needed a shower desperately, but the way he looked at her told her otherwise.
“Let me give my thanks,” she whispered as she used her other hand to slowly reach through the bars and grasp the front of his shirt. He didn’t fight her as she gently pulled him up against the bars, and he relaxed as she brushed her lips over his through the gap between the bars.
He took control of the kiss, seeking entrance into her mouth. She obliged and squeaked as a hand moved through the bars to hold her waist.
She ignored the cool metal between them as she melted into the kiss. His tongue explored her mouth and playfully danced with hers.
Eric loved the feel of her waist and her taste, and he could feel the familiar throb between his legs.
He cut the connection off and Luna gave him a longing look as he sighed.
“That was a nice thanks,” his voice was raspy as his eyes trailed down her.
She smiled knowingly and twirled away from him to her bed.
“I’m glad you liked it, now, how about this movie?”
Chapter 4
Eric rolled over on the blow up mattress and yawned as he eyed the sleeping form on the bed through the bars.
He’d set up the blow up mattress before the cell and placed the TV on the workbench. They’d watched a comedy and he had adored hearing the beautiful woman laugh. He wanted to free her so desperately, to save her from what lay in store. He knew she wanted to know badly what she was in for, but he couldn’t tell her, it hurt him too much. She’d hate him and his family, unable to forgive him for allowing it.
She made a soft sound as she rolled over and snuggled into her thick blanket.
He smiled at her serene face as she dreamt. She was truly a beauty, with a remarkable and kind soul. She didn’t deserve this. He wanted to help reunite her with her brother and follow her passion to be artist.
He sighed at the sight, imagining waking up beside her. He would never tire of her company and laughter. He’d do anything to hear that joyous sound and to bring a smile to her lips.
He sat up at a dull ringing sound. It took him a moment to realise it was his phone and he threw off the blankets and rushed upstairs.
He found the vibrating phone on the table and snatched it up.
“Eric, it’s your father,” was the greeting.
“Hey, what’s up?” he sighed and ran a tired hand over his face. He’d stayed up late chatting with Luna.
“How’s the girl?” he ignored the question and Eric rolled his eyes. Typical.
“She’s fine, I’m about to take her breakfast actually,” he lied. Well, he would make her some breakfast after the call.
“Good, now, I want you to restock the wood pile today okay? Get Craig to help you and get him to scout the area. I want to take Trevor and the b
oys out for a hunt when they arrive, so tell Craig to keep a nose out for anything to hunt,” his father stated.
“Okay, got it,” Eric rolled his eyes. Great, he’d have to do Craig’s job too.
“Good, now Brent and I have another meeting today and lunch with some clients. I’ll see you in a few days.”
Eric sighed as the phone went dead and he locked it. His father was a businessman all right.
Eric dialled Craig and left him a message, saying he was covering for him since their father wanted him to do some scouting. He informed him that he’d call him after he had done some scouting and Craig could relay the information to his father.
Eric hung up and frowned, curious as to what his brother was up to. Probably out drinking and making new friends and partying or something. He may be a doctor, but he was still a bad boy outside of his day job.
He got to work on making some pancakes, cursing as he struggled to get the Internet on his phone to look up a recipe.
Luna’s eyes fluttered open and she sighed as she looked towards the mattress outside her cell. Eric was gone though and she pouted. She had quite enjoyed his company, and the kiss they shared still lingered on her lips. She had felt the lust from him, and it had sparked a response inside her too.
Luna moaned as the scent of pancakes wafted down the stairs, informing her of Eric’s return.
She grinned as he slid the pancakes drizzled with syrup to her. She dove right in and sighed in delight as the sugary goodness melted in her mouth.
“These are amazing,” she stated through a mouthful of food.
Eric chuckled and nodded through his own mouthful, quite startled at how his cooking had turned out. They were indeed delicious.
They spoke about what they would do for the day as they ate, and Eric informed her of his jobs he had to do.
“So who’s Trevor and the ‘boys’?” she asked as she dragged a piece of pancake through the syrup to soak it up.