The Heart of Tarzan, Chapter 4
Here is part four of this story. I am sorry about the long wait but, 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
"Dear diary. It has been almost three months since my jungle lord saved me from the wretched trap and Sabor. You wouldn't think that this--this is my life now. I am fully now and one living in the jungles of the Congo with the most powerful man in the world, a literal Master of the jungle. Tarzan is everything and more that I have wanted in a mate; he is caring, charming and protective and an amazing lover. I have grown from a skinny little seedling to a man in my own right. I mean, you must in order to keep up with the literal king of the jungle. Tarzan has taken me all over his domain and taught me so much; we have dived off waterfalls, rode on the backs of elephants and looked underneath the stars laying next to wild mountain gorillas. It is beyond magical. My body and mind has been transformed for the better and I am happy to be the mate of such a loving man-"
As he was sprawled across their bed, ass arched up, Tarzan swung into the treehouse with a bouquet of fiery red and orange flowers that James did not recognize. Tarzan muttered, "Sundara nyekundu". "It means orange red flower". James immediately grinned and slunk his small frame towards his jungle master; his loincloth barely hanging onto him as he moved forward. Tarzan reached out and made a similar grin and eyed his prize. His 5'5 mate was noticeably smaller than his 6'8 frame but in the three months since their last encounter with Sabor, James had quickly adapted. His copper hair now flowing past his shoulder blades like embers in a fire, almost longer than Tarzan's; his shoulders a tad broader than before and his pale pink body now bronzed like a light toffee. As Tarzan reached out to James, his hazel eyes met James' blue and then Tarzan took his paw of a hand and cradled James closer in for a kiss. He laid the flowers down on the nearby table and began to passionately tongue fuck his mate and when they broke away briefly, Tarzan started to ooh and ahh in his natural ape manner. Seeing his love gleaming with joy made him aroused. Without thinking, Tarzan scooped up James and fell out the side of the treehouse nearing the floor of the jungle and catching a nearby vine. James closed his eyes and held onto Tarzan's beefy chest and clutched his man. Tarzan let out a powerful yell. It was early in the morning and the sun was rising. It was time to let the jungle awake from its slumber and know that its king was in a happy mood. James was still clutching onto Tarzan when he noticed they were coming up to a nearby lake. Without thinking, Tarzan dropped James below and let go of the vine, diving headfirst into the water. James couldn't think. The water was like icicles being daggers into his body. He gathered himself and swam upward. As he gasped for air, he noticed he was naked. Tarzan tore off his loincloth as he threw him into the lake! Nearby, a small waterfall poured into the lake and James noticed Tarzan sitting atop a rock smiling like a sly fox. James then raced over and said, "Tarzan give me back my loincloth please." Tarzan replied, "No. Come up here. Now." James did as his lord asked of him. He was cold and shivering. Unknown to him, Tarzan had a plan in mind that morning. Tarzan snapped his fingers and implied that James stand up. He took his knife from his belt and snapped off a piece of vine near him. He then proceeded to tie James up and bound his hands behind his back and led him to a nearby grove of trees that crisscrossed one another perfectly into an X shape. Tarzan then made a makeshift mask with two banana leaves and blinded James. James knew better than to disapprove or not submit to Tarzan. Although loving, Tarzan could have a temper if prompted and James knew who oversaw this scene-the literal lord of the jungle. With James tied and unable to break free, Tarzan began to speak in his deep low masculine tone. "James my love, you are going to submit to me and only cum when I deem you are ready to, understand?" "Yes Sir." "Yes. Yes, I am Sir. I am your Lord and Master. And you will submit to me." Tarzan then took off his own loincloth; his 11-inch cock was already pulsating to life; it's uncut tip already drooling with precum. Tarzan tied his long brown hair back and began to lick his mate. He started at James' nip and worked his way down to his cock. James writhed in ecstasy. "Baby, stop that tickles", said James. Tarzan giggled to himself. He got on all fours and maneuvered himself behind James and gazed at James' hairless hole. Tarzan loved the tight pink pussy. He would then take his fingers and gently poke inside his boy's cunt. James shivered. Tarzan began to lick the pussy. He licked and ate his boy's hole like it was a meal for an hour or so, savoring the taste of sweet precum that flowed from James's cock and down his taint. Tarzan then took it upon himself and tied James upside down so that his mouth was in the perfect condition to take his cock for a blowjob. James relaxed his throat and took all of his jungle lord's cock. He began to suck vigorously onto Tarzan's member. Tarzan was getting closer and closer and started to fuck James' throat. After 5 or so minutes, Tarzan flooded James's mouth, throat and nose with a massive amount of sticky sweet cum. He began to beat and holler on his chest and thrust his cock back into James's throat. He pulled out and immediately flipped James over and took some of his own cum out of James' mouth and began to use it as lube and fuck James senseless. James began to pour more pre-cum out of his own cock and whined, "Yes Sir. Fuck me Sir. I am yours Tarzan." Tarzan replied, "Yes, you're Tarzan bitch, Tarzan owns this pussy." The 11-inch cock never weakened. Each time he pulled out, more cum poured into James and then after a good 30 minutes of thrusting, round two came. Tarzan then held James as he rut into his mate making primal ape noises and after one last thrust into James he cummed. He beat his chest one more time to signify to James that he owned him. Tarzan was satisfied with this morning fucking and then gently slid his knife in-between James' wrists setting him free. Tarzan then grabbed a vine and as James was getting himself together, Tarzan grunted, "Going to hunt. Be back at treehouse before sundown." He then flew away from various vines. James took off the make-shift blindfold and realized that he was drenched in dried cum and took a moment to catch his breath. He then noticed that his own loincloth was tied to a tree limb nearby and since he was familiar with the area, he decided to take a dip into the lake to clean off and reminisce about the last few hours of submitting to his mate.