The Heart of Tarzan, Chapter 6
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**Dearest readers, sincere apologies for the long wait. I had a rough semester of college and responsibilities of home ownership. Here is the long-awaited Chapter 6!
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon and the birds were chirping in the air. James, although blindfolded, had been taught some in his 6 months in the jungle to notice when the bronze-naped pigeon would coo at Tarzan and learned to mimic its sounds. James spoke in bits to the pigeon and hoped that the pair near him would seek out his jungle lord.
Unknown to James, Makuu and his men of thirty or so, were coming upon the Waziri village of more than 300 people. The small village was enclosed in huts of various sizes and they were circled around what seemed to be a communal fire pit in the middle of the village. Makuu's men took the bound James into Makuu's hut and bound him to a makeshift holding cell. James' frail and defeated body had no ounce of energy left in him after thrashing and calling after his mate. He had given up hope. This is what Makuu wanted. "Tuacheni. Nina mipango kwa hii."; which translates to, "Leave us alone. I have plans for this one', said Makuu. James tensed up his frail lanky body at the sound of the chieftain's voice. He had a feeling what was about to happen next. Makuu took the leopard loincloth from him and released his 9-inch cut cock. Its veiny head throbbing. His devilish grin even bigger. He walked behind his captive prey. "I too know your native tongue. This has been...a perfect opportunity for me and my tribe. You seem to have drawn a real...connection with the `Lord of the Jungle'". James was in and out of consciousness at this point, but his paranoia and fear seemed to be bringing him out of it all. He knew what was about to happen. And he could not scream loud enough for Tarzan to hear him. Makuu took some spit and jerked his cock, and without warning began to thrust into James, without any mercy. James let a single tear flow onto his cheek from the blindfold. He wished Tarzan was here. He wished he was free. Makuu knew what he was doing. His plan seemed to be working. After 30 years of being compared to and not respected, he had the ultimate prize of the jungle.
The trap had been set and now he had to wait.
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Tarzan hung from a branch in the canopy, camouflaged from the Waziri people. He didn't see nor hear his beloved James. The moonlight was now in full effect, it was now well past midnight; unknown to him Makuu had finished his fifth round on James and then let his tribesmen come into his hut, one after another, filling James with cum. James' hole and body were so sore. He had never been gang-banged before. He let out pitiful sobs. He wanted to be home, with his love, in Tarzan's warm muscular embrace.
Tarzan noticed in the branch above him were two bronze nape pigeons. He cooed at them, asking them if they saw if his James was here. The female of the pair cooed back that James was in Mkuu's personal hut. Upon hearing this, this enraged Tarzan; but he had to smart, tactile like Sabor was in a kill. He had to think of the best way to save his James and still deliver justice. He thanked the pigeons and swung quietly above the village; tribal guards posted by the entrance of the village as well as the entrance to Mkuu's hut. The only vantage point to enter the hut other than the front door was the small hole in the top being used for the chimney. Tarzan had to make a choice and fast. Although dying slowly, the fire inside the hut was still going. Mkuu and his thirty tribesmen were all asleep, their nuts drained and content. Mkuu slept peacefully, thinking he had won his personal vendetta against the King of the Jungle. Through the hole in the top of the hut, Tarzan slid carefully and tiptoed through the various men; each man deep in sleep. In the corner of the large hut, he saw his James. Exhausted. Bruised. Beaten. Covered in dried cum and spit, nothing on his body but the blindfold and makeshift chains binding him. Tarzan immediately leaped over the scattered men to his love. He took his large paw of a right hand and caressed James' left shoulder like he would at home and caused James to immediately come to life from sleep. James' thoughts were fast and rapid. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. Even if it was a dream, he was happy. Tarzan took off the blindfold and cut James free. He motioned for James to be quiet. He HAD to get them back to the treehouse, back to safety, back to home.
The vine was beginning to burn away. Tarzan draped his mate over his shoulder and ran up the vine. In doing so, the extra weight on the roof alerted the tribesmen. They alerted Mkuu. Immediately, Tarzan flung himself and James into the canopy, dodging the spears and weapons from the Waziri.
Tarzan's natural animal instinct was to lash out to the tribe for taking what belonged to his heart, but he had to get his mate to safety. There would be time elsewhere for revenge, and luckily, nobody but the animals in the jungle knew the whereabouts of the treehouse.
Tarzan's massive forearms and hands grabbed tightly onto the tiny twinkish body of James. James still in and out of the panic buried himself into Tarzan's pecs; the light brown hair on them providing warmth from the cold night. In the blink of a flash, Tarzan found a sturdy vine and escaped thankfully into the trees. He let out a thunderous holler. Without a second thought, his animal subjects began to chatter and make noise as a form of respect to their king. A brigade of elephants nearby began making way to the Waziri village, too many to count. Waziri men and women began to flee in fear of the thunderous heard being instructed to destroy everything in their path; trees knocked down, huts desecrated, tribesmen trampled. Mkuu knew he was defeated as he ran for his life.
Far away enough to still give order to his jungle domain, Tarzan stopped on a branch and hollered one more time to the elephants, essentially telling them to save Mkuu for him. He beat on his chest while still holding onto James.
Satisfied, he swung off for home. Their home.
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After swinging for what seemed like hours, Tarzan landed feet first in an acrobatic style in front of his and James' bed, still tightly holding onto James. He gently laid his sweet prince down into the king-sized bed and covered him now with a blanket. James was still hallucinating that it was still a dream. Tarzan lit the kettle in the makeshift kitchen and poured hot water into a wooden bowl and put a cloth into the bowl, wringing it out and came back into the bed area. He began to gently and softly wipe away the physical scars of his beloved. All of the dried cum and spit away. James woke up immediately. He looked terrified. Tarzan softly assured his love, "Tarzan here. Tarzan here for love. Tarzan protect you better. Tarzan loves James." Realizing he was back in their safe haven, James finally realized he was home. He sat up instantly and buried himself into Tarzan's massive pecs. Tarzan hugged him as hard yet gently as he could; "You are home my love. Tarzan has you. You are home and safe. I will never let this happen to you. Ever. You have my word as your mate. I was scared that I lost you." James began to silently cry and whimper into Tarzan's chest, thinking and absorbing all he had gone through in the last 24 hours of the horrendous and traumatizing ordeal. Tarzan took his colossal hand and took it up to James' face and gently caressed it. Here was the literal lord of the jungle, killer of big cats and apes, slayer of men, wiping away the tears of his beloved. His soul mate. His James. James looked up at Tarzan. His sapphire eyes meeting the golden hazel ones of Tarzan. Tarzan had deep concern and internal hatred of what had happened, but in a blink of a millisecond, it did not matter anymore as James leaned forward passionately kissing his man and saying, "I love you too. Thank you for saving me." Tarzan scooped his mate from the edge of the bed and nestled down deep into the bed with James. James finally at ease fell asleep. Tarzan however was beginning to brew thoughts in his head. The inner warrior king was thinking deep thoughts of hate towards Mkuu and his tribesmen. He laid in bed stretched out, gripping his knife. James, dreaming, twitching now and again, reached over for Tarzan for relief. He awoke in a cold sweat. He saw Tarzan there, naked and smiling full of love at him. They kissed. Tarzan motioned quietly that it was ok and for James to go back to sleep. He stared at the sole entrance of the treehouse. He gently crawled on all fours out of bed and looked at the twilight sky of his domain. His chiseled pecs and abs breathing deeply and heavily as the hate spewed out of his nostrils to Mkuu. He would not let this happen again. Never again to his James, or anything else he loved.
Mkuu had ignited a long burning fire and was about to find out why Tarzan was the King of the Jungle.