Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Need To Be	By : Storyseeker Category: +S through Z > Tarzan (Disney) > Tarzan (Disney) Views: 19891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tarzan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Step
- 2-Closer
- 3-Flying
- 4-Being
- 3
- 4
Every sense in his possession was keyed to its highest.

His entire body pulsed with hunger, and so he tasted her. With his mouth, he fed on the salt of her flesh. With his ears, he sipped in the sound of her whimpering sighs. With his fingers he worked to glutton himself on the water-soft smoothness of her skin, pulling the worn lengths of cloth out of his way as he went.

Different. She was so different. She was built slender and lean as a panther, yet furless; with a naked face dominated by eyes as large as a bird’s. She was the antithesis of the dark, and beautifully rounded robustness of normal females. She didn’t even possess the peaceful meekness that most of them shared. Jane was loud, and bold; Eager and curious.

Yet, to him, she was perfect. With all her alien familiarity, she was nothing less than himself.

A sense of possession sent a jolt from his groin to his fingers and toes, prompting him to clasp her bare hip and pull it firmly to him. He groaned, thrusting his hips forward and closing his teeth once more on the nape of her neck.

In response, Jane jerked her head back against his shoulder with a startled whine. Her hands flailed reflexively, and then jumped to clutch each of his hands. The movement arched her back and pushed her hips harder against him.

“Oh…Oh God!” She swore with mewling cry in his ear that brought an answering flex of his hips. He didn’t understand her words. He didn’t understand so many of her words. But, she was telling him so much more than mere words. She wanted him. She wouldn’t reject him.

Following only instinct, he pulled the tangle of skirts up around her belly and tugging loose the improvised ties of her soft loin covering; remains of the long leggings she’d worn when she first came to the jungle. The whole while he vocalized to her in soft rapid puffs of breath against her skin. She wound her fingers through his where he supported them both in the cool mossy ground. With her other hand she alternately clutched and stroked his roaming arm, unconsciously pleading.

He answered. Wrapping the pair of their arms around her, he lifted them both to their knees. She swayed against him, dizzy and supple, her hands curling against one another, crossing at her chest. He dropped back then onto his heels, pulling her close to straddle him. Hesitant, as she still had a tendency to draw her knees close, he whispered to her, repeating her name in a coaxing litany. He stroked her thighs, enticing them apart.

She turned her cheek towards him. “Tarzan.” She spoke his name with a kind of fearful longing. “I don’t know…I don’t…”

He nuzzled her cheek, sliding his hand up, to draw his knuckle across her lips. He inhaled her scent; heavy and intoxicating.

“I do.” He murmured, pulling free the ties of his loincloth.

He bowed her forward on her knees. Oh, what that she could think clearly! It was carnal, what he was doing to her; what she felt. The humid air combined with the heat of his fingers on her bare skin to make her strength fail her. She whimpered and clutched the tangle of her skirts to her belly, and followed his direction. Her burning cheek came to rest on the damp moss in the crook of her arm.

Then came the heat of his body hard and close against her. It gave her a feeling of protection, hiding her shameless body from view. Then he thrust against her, pulling her to him with handfuls of her clothing clutched for purchase. And, oh! The sharp pleasure of sliding contact, stroking against her.

“Please!” She gasped, hardly aware of her own words. “Please!”

His hands settled on her bare hips, hot and powerful, and he thrust yet again, this time lifting her to him, and driving into her in one swift motion. With a sobbing cry she clawed at the thick loam under her. “PLEASE! Oh-AH! No! Please!!”

Then he was stretched over her, his weight driving her further down, forcing her to bury her face in her arm lest she loose her breath in the earth against her cheek. But, oh, he wrapped his arm around and held her close; held her close even as he began to rock heavily against her. Through her own keening and shocked sighs, she could hear him, gasping her name in groaning whispered repetition.

With each thrust, sensation rose. Jane was lost to it, moaning through her tears. She couldn’t tell when she shifted to dig her clay darkened fingers more firmly into the earth. Nor could she say exactly when feeling drove her to rock back against him in return, stretched as she was beneath him. In response his grip tightened on her, and his free hand tangled into her hair, clutching hard. No longer crying her name he grunted and panted against her. With a growl, his rhythm faltered, and increased, and she strove to move with him as his hard thrusts lifted her and crushed animal sounds from her own throat.

In one stretching moment, he stilled above her, arched and straining. She shivered in deep breathless response, and then he convulsed against her, his breath exploding as his weight drove her completely to the ground.

So they lay for a long breathless while, until she drew a deep shuddering breath beneath him. “Please…” She whispered again, her shoulders hitching and her body gone in a tangle of heated, sharp, wet sensation. “Please.”

Over her, he roused, and slowly shifted aside, pulling her to him in a shivering mass. His lips brushed along the pulse that beat heavily in her throat. “Jane belongs to Tarzan.” He whispered.

It was a very small English voice that replied. “Yes.”

With a slow brush of his knuckle, he removed dirt from her jawline, and whispered again. “Tarzan belongs to Jane.”

Hot tears fell, fresh and clean, washing her cheek like the warm fall of rain in the jungle.

~End~?
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

Need To Be