The Heart of Tarzan, Chapter 3
Here is part three of this story. I hope whoever reads it finds it arousing and entertaining as much as I have writing it! This is my ultimate fantasy, so I hope you enjoy it. Please if you can donate to Nifty and help them by donating; donate here at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
In the early morning hours of twilight, Tarzan awoke, the memories of the night still vivid and lingering. The thunderstorm outside had raged fiercely, echoing the intensity of their newfound bond. In the midst of the tempest, Tarzan had drawn James close, a silent promise of protection and comfort within the walls of his jungle abode.
James, nestled in the crook of Tarzan's muscular arm, had found solace in the warmth and safety of his embrace. With his face buried into the solid expanse of Tarzan's chest, he drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. For the first time in his turbulent journey, he felt a sense of security that was both profound and all-encompassing. It was a feeling foreign yet deeply desired, a stark contrast to the chaos and fear that had marked his recent days.
The tumultuous events that had led him here--the mutiny, the harrowing shipwreck, the harrowing loss of his father, and the life-saving intervention by this remarkable jungle dweller--seemed to fade into the background. In their place was a sense of belonging, a connection that defied explanation. The night of passion had not just been a physical union, but an emotional anchor in the storm of his life.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the dense foliage, painting the treehouse in hues of gold and green, James lay in Tarzan's arms, a man transformed. The fears and uncertainties of the jungle, of survival, had been momentarily quieted by the assurance of Tarzan's presence.
For Tarzan, this connection with James was more than a simple act of desire; it was an exploration of something deeply human, a facet of his existence that had remained unexplored. In James, he found not just a mate, but a bridge to a world he had only glimpsed through the pages of his late father's books.
Together, they were a testament to the power of human connection, a bond that transcended the barriers of language, culture, and experience. In the heart of the wild, they had found an unexpected haven in each other, a sanctuary amid the untamed beauty of the jungle.
As he was awoken by the sounds of bird chirps lingering in the treehouse, Tarzan stretched out in the king-sized bed that was brought there all those years ago by his father and mother when they themselves were mutinied with the young Tarzan. He stretched and found James still fast asleep, his cute little nose buried in Tarzan's armpit. He was drooling and snoring peacefully. This brought a smile to Tarzan as he watched his mate sleep soundly. He made sure to creep out of the bed carefully and not to wake James. James closed his body into the assorted covers of leather and tattered animal skins; seeing this, Tarzan got an idea as he himself pulled his loincloth up to his waist: he would make James his own loincloth- a symbol of their bond as mates. A signal to every being in his kingdom that James belonged to him. Ever so cautiously, Tarzan pulled the tattered leather shield away from James. He secured his own loincloth and took his hunting knife from his sheath, its blade glistening in the early morning light and Tarzan cut a small loincloth of leopard skin for his mate and took some nearby vine and fastened it around his James. James, still asleep, moved to Tarzan's side of the bed, his scent pungent and aromatic. This made James smile as he dreamed of the night of passion he had just endured.
Being satisfied with what he had done for his mate, Tarzan then leaped off a branch from the treehouse and went to forage for nuts and fruits for James. In the soft light of dawn, Tarzan left the treehouse with the utmost care, ensuring that James remained undisturbed in his deep, peaceful slumber. The tranquility of the morning was a stark contrast to the events of the previous night, and Tarzan moved through the jungle with a quiet contemplation, his thoughts lingering on James.
As he traversed the familiar paths of his jungle home, Tarzan eventually came upon his ape family. The group was going about their morning routines, and among them was Kala, his ape-mother, a figure of immense importance and affection in his life. Approaching her, Tarzan felt a surge of emotions. He had much to share, feelings and experiences that were new even to him.
In the language of the apes, a series of oohs, grunts and gestures that conveyed much more than words ever could, Tarzan began to recount his recent encounter with James. He spoke of the shipwrecked man he had saved, the intense connection they had formed, and the unexpected turn of events that had led to a profound bond of love.
Kala listened intently, her wise eyes reflecting a deep understanding. She had always been a source of guidance and comfort for Tarzan, nurturing him since he was a child. As Tarzan expressed his feelings for James, his excitement and wonder were evident. This was a new chapter in his life, a journey of the heart that he was only beginning to understand.
Kala, in her own way, communicated her support and affection. She had seen Tarzan grow and evolve, adapting to the challenges of the jungle while retaining a deep sense of empathy and compassion. This new development, though unexpected, was yet another facet of Tarzan's journey, a testament to his capacity for love and connection.
In the heart of the jungle, amidst the calls of birds and the rustling of leaves, Tarzan found reassurance in Kala's presence. His love for James, though new and unfamiliar, was a natural extension of his humanity, a bridge between his wild upbringing and the complex emotions that define the human experience. With Kala's silent blessing, Tarzan felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to embrace this new chapter in his life with the same courage and determination that had always guided him. He hugged his adopted mother farewell for the day and finally began his hunt for fruits and nuts. Swinging through the trees, he found wild oranges and grapes growing on nearby vines and branches; he swept through and grabbed them as he flit through the trees. When he had had enough of a magnificent bounty up to his standards, Tarzan took the haul of fruit to James.
Without warning, Tarzan soared feet first into the treehouse, a thud of his massive prowess waking James. He came to and realized he was naked in bed wearing nothing, but a loincloth crafted from leopard skin. Tarzan then placed the fruits on the nearby table across from the bed; his muscles glistened in the morning sunlight with sweat. James crawled out of the bed and walked towards his man and with a sly smile put his arms around Tarzan. Tarzan put his massive hands on James' frail little body; his stature a behemoth compared to James. He grinned. This was the first time in his life that he did not feel alone. He scooped up James and kissed him. James placed his legs around his jungle lord, continuing to kiss him. Tarzan growled in James' ear, excited, and aroused. He playfully put James on the bed on his back and did a somersault, flip backwards to the table, and grabbed the fruit. He began to peel the fruit and place it on top of James; slices of banana, oranges, grapes, dragon fruit all atop James' pale little pink body. James shivered with mixed emotions of excitement and awe. He then put his knife on the table and walked over to the bed, eyeing his prey. He began to nibble on the fruit that lay on top of James. James writhed in ecstasy as Tarzan's touch. Tarzan untied the vines holding James' loincloth. James was fully hard; his member full at 7 inches and throbbing at the touch of the Congo's king. Tarzan took his tongue and licked James all over, his nips, his balls, his neck and ear lobes. "Oh baby!", screamed James. Tarzan looked up with sensual eyes and said, "Does my James like?" in his deep carnal voice. He finished the assortment of fruit and lifted his lover's legs in the air and set them behind his head on the back of his neck. Tarzan then took his tongue and placed it in James's tight pink twink hole. He licked his taint and balls and then began to tongue fuck him. This act made James feral. He had his eyes in the back of his head. "James get ready", Tarzan said. He untied his loincloth. His massive cock swung to the left; its veiny tip fully red and hard-all 11 inches. Tarzan spit on his cock. He inserted the tip. James screeched in half arousal and pain. Tarzan grinned and looked deep into James' eyes. James nodded for him to proceed. Tarzan took both hands and placed them on the thin throat of his lover and began to thrust. He could get used to this. He would go slow and then fast, remembering the animals he watched growing up fornicate. He thrust his hips deep into James' thighs, a slapping of flesh against flesh. He really began to get into it now. James moaning more and more; digging his hands into Tarzan's hairy chest. "Tarzan, baby I'm gonna cum", stammered James. Tarzan began to grunt and thrust more feverishly. He took his hands off the neck of his lover and placed them on the headboard of the bed. Squeak, Squeak, SQUEAK. He broke the headboard as he filled his cum into James. James encouraged his man, "Yeah baby, fuck me. Give me that load. Make me your princess. Fuck me. Own me. I want that load." Tarzan then took his attention to James and then pulled out, cum splurted out of the enlarged hole of James'. Tarzan delved straight into James' neck and began to nibble against it. He wrapped both of James' legs around him, his bronzed body entwined with the small pink figure underneath him and said, "You are mine. You belong to Tarzan now." James whispered, "Absolutely" and a small tear crept out of his left eye. Tarzan wiped it away with a calloused hand and then proceeded to beat on his chest, a thunderous holler of dominion and certainty that he had found his mate and to let James know they both belonged to each other.