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ZAN: A Dark Tarzan Story
NATALIE KNIGHT
Copyright © 2021 by Natalie Knight
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Contents
Warning & Trigger
Blurb
1. Trenton
2. Jane
3. Trenton
4. Jane
5. Trenton
6. Jane
7. Trenton
8. Jane
9. Trenton
10. Jane
11. Jane
Thank You
Warning & Trigger
This is a short story, and contains NON-CON( borderline ràpe) and very graphic sex.
If this is something that triggers you please refrain from reading.
With so much love,
Natalie
Blurb
He’s a horny wild man who has a taste for something sweet and tight….
The day Trenton Clayton's plane went down was the day he decided to make the jungle his new home.
Leaving behind the comforts of civilization. With a freshly wounded heart, he swore off the idea to ever love again.
Four years came and gone, with no desire to leave behind his new home.
But when a pretty young thing stumbles into his territory he is forced to make a decision.
He can let the jungle swallow her up or attempt to save her.
Trenton
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Decaying vegetation, thick and pungent, forced its way into my lungs as I crawled across the jungle floor. Careful with each step, my tread light and breath calculated. The skin on my knuckles flexed with each step, and I remained low to the ground. Dirt and watery mud tighten around my cheeks as the humid heat kissed my skin. I spotted it, a baby Okapi. Small, with tender flesh begging to be cooked over an open flame. It pranced forward, unaware of my presence as I wicked away the water that filtered down from the canopy and rose to my feet.
The kill required precision, and it needed to be quick. Raindrops stained the foliage, making it glisten with shadow and murk. The muscles in my arms tensed as I froze. Spear in hand, eyes locked, breathing stilled. It yelped, its small body tumbling to the ground. Trembling in pain and fear, I placed my hand on its neck, my eyes locking with his. The trembles seized, and I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder.
The sun, already hidden behind the umbrella of leaves above, slowly disappeared and uncertainty hung in the thick air as nightfall descended among the unforgiving jungle. Nightfall would soon replace the sounds of joyful chirps with footfalls and the rumbling growls of predators as the long stretch of darkness took over.Reflective slit shaped pupils peeked from the bushes as the smell of burning flesh seeped into the air.
Cooking out in the open with nightfall fast approaching was dangerous, at least for the average man. I’ve watched many lives become lost in the night. Thick paws with sharp claws ripping the jugular out of necks as their heart wrenched screams fell on deaf ears. The screams would radiate through the air until the only thing left was the munching and masticating of their crunchy bones. Proof that human flesh was a viable dinner option for even the pickiest predators.
The jungle was an unforgiving place. Not for the faint of heart. I spent my entire life believing that I could never live in a place like this. Now this was my home. Trading the clouded sky tainted with pollution and overcrowded sidewalks for trees that resembled skyscrapers of the glades and luminous petals of silver that freckled the sky. The fire snapped as it melted the pile of forged wood, and I inhaled the mouthwatering scent of smoked charred meat. It smelled divine, and I intended on eating it all.
My taste buds leaped at the saltiness of the tender meat as I ripped it apart with my teeth. Smoke cascaded into the sky, and with it the smell of a fresh kill. Even from far away, my ears were no stranger to the paws of a Jaguar stalking quietly through the mottled brown forest floor. I had a habit of leaving the less desirable parts of my kills for the wild cats that roamed at night, but not this kill. Baby Okapai was scarce, and I intended on savoring every bite.
Jungle life was bittersweet. Surrounded by peace and quiet, serenity came easy, but food not so much. It required a lot of work for very little reward. The hollow eyes of the gorillas stared back at me as the phantom moon highlighted the glints of silver on their fur. They had taken a liking to me once they realized I wasn’t going anywhere. I had my territory, and they had theirs. A simple mutual understanding among primates, for the most part.
My presence would always be foreign in a place like this, and thus inquisitive minds and sticky fingers were to be expected. Sometimes the gorillas would wonder into my treehouse, rummaging for the fruits I salvaged the day before. Theft wasn’t a trait of theirs, and that was more than I could say about my fellow humans, but I always tossed them a few bananas for their respect.
I climbed up the tree while balancing a pot with the leftover meat on top of my head. One of the few remaining items I kept in order to properly cook a meal. I laid down on the shrubs of leaves, turning my head to look at the worn-out journal on the side of me. Like clockwork, I used to keep track of my days, making a mark when the sun rose each morning, until one day I didn’t.
The memories of civilization left me like a wild wind coming in from the east. The things I thought I cared about slipped from my mind, and the only thing left were primal needs. Belly full, and leftovers secured, a yawn escaped me, but the howling of the monkey’s hidden in the trees made it hard for my heavy lids to fully close. Their howls were louder and much more pronounced than usual. I sat up, noting their agitation growing by the second and I knew it could only be for two reasons. Either groaning thunder was threatening to rip through the sky or something that didn’t belong caught their attention.
Jane
Wailing sounds echoed through the stale air of the jungle. I walked with caution, biting down on my lip with each step. A searing pain stabbed my left foot, and I winced as I dragged my weak limbs through the uneven terrain. I tried not to think about it, the fall, and the fact that I was lost in a dark jungle. Grisly spores sprinkled the jungle floor like gremlin dust. Glittering wickedly as I stepped. I tried to find my way back, forcing my brain to remember the way, but who was I kidding.
Darkness stretched beyond my eyes, with only the needles of prickly moss swaying in the murky thickness. Bugs with a taste for human flesh taunted me, biting and snatching at my exposed skin. My reflexes weren’t fast enough, their bites made my shoulders flinch, leaving behind raised hot skin that bubbled at the surface. The fall left my blouse torn, and my pants severely ripped. I called for my father, my voice cracking with each yell as my plea for help dissolved under the thrumming of howler monkeys hidden in the canopy above.
With no more tears to spare, I continued to walk, descending deeper until the thick air nearly choked me. I had nothing on me but the clothes on my back, and that scared me the most. No cellphone, no water, and no food. My highly anticipated eighteenth birthday present, full of hope and excitement was fast becoming one of my worst experiences. The events that landed me in this dreary predicament escaped me. One moment laughter dripped off my lips as my fingers intertwined with my fathers, and the next my body was crashing against the spikes of tough moss and wet soil before tumbling into the rushing water below.
I caught the end of a branch and held on until I gathered enough strength to pull myself onto the uneven terrain. Time never seemed to slow in the jungle, and it seemed to get darker and hotter by the minute. My muscles ached and my stomach twisted as it demanded food. I reached my hands around, tugging at the skin on my arms as I relieved the deathly itch. Sweat soiled fabric clung to my body as I exhaled a ragged breath. I lost tract of time hours ago and the fear that my father gave up on searching for me until the morning seeped deeper into my brain.
I stopped, turning to look at the berries lay ripening under the leafy dome of the forest. Tears prickled the corners of my eyes as I forced my brain to remember the colored pictures of nonpoisonous berries, but the only thing I could focus on was the shearing pain crawling up my leg. I always believed that the jungle was safe and soul nourishing and fact that it was anything but crushed my soul.
“Dad!” I called out once more, and the jungle wasted no time reminding me I was alone, swallowing up my fruitless attempts to call for help.
A sharp cough cut my throat, and I swallowed down the pain. My eyes fought to adjust to the blackness, and I held on to the protruding veins that ran through the tree trunks as I walked. The trickling sound of water caught my attention, and I followed. A syrup slow stream ebbed over a pathway of pebbles, running clear. I kneeled beside it, ignoring the pain from my foot as I pooled the warm water between my palms.
I sipped cautiously, lapping the water up in a slow motion. It tasted pure, with a hint of bitterness. I took another sip, greedily consuming the water as I ignored the rustling in the distance. It wasn’t until reflective eyes locked with mine that I stood, nearly stumbling over the wild roots that pitted the ground. Fur as black as midnight with teeth as sharp as knives stared me back in the face, turning my stomach rock hard. My breathing stilled and my limbs froze.
I braced for the worst and blew out a breath as the panther retreate
Large arms bigger than the tree trunks surrounding me eased closer, its eyes sizing me up as it circled me. The slither of light from the moon cascaded down, highlighting the mangled scar on the gorilla’s left eye. I knew little about the jungle, even with the many hours spent nestled in my father’s lap as I paged through the scribbled notes in his journal. Whatever minuscule of knowledge I absorbed escaped me the moment I laid eyes on the beast in front of me.
The canopy of wet leaves above rustled, and an ear shattering howl pierced the air. My heart dropped as the gorilla charged towards me, and in a blink of an eye, something snaked around my waist suspending me into the air.
The ground vanished, and strong muscular arms held me in place as we swept past the soiled leaves that glisten with rain water. I was certain my father would have been the one to save me, but I was wrong. Instead, a mysterious man with strong arms and wild hair came to my rescue. Now I could only hope he would help me find my way back to my father.
Trenton
I followed the sound of howling monkeys to see what all the commotion was. It didn’t take me long to spot the lost soul below my eyes. My movements above her caught her attention, but she had untrained eyes and her attempts to spot me yield fruitless. She struggled, a wounded foot that could easily lead to her death if she wore to fall again. Insects feasted on her exposed skin, taking jabs every few seconds at her tender flesh. I followed her, hanging over the thick branches as she continued her track into the dark jungle.
I usually ignored lost souls and let them wander to their death. It wasn’t my responsibility to help them and doing so did nothing for me. When I decided to stay in the jungle instead of returning home, I did so for the solidarity and also to heal a broken heart. I gave up caring about others, and just because they found themselves lost and starving didn’t mean I had to help. Her torn clothing draped off her supple, curvaceous figure, and a small piece of me wanted to see more.
Four years had passed since I touched succulent skin. She stumbled along, her feet catching between the uneven ground pitted with rocks and thorny roots. My body disobeyed me the moment she stepped into the moonlight. Even with her clothing a shredded mess, her bumblebee shape and strawberry stained lips made my dormant cock pulse with need. Streaks of dirt coated her skin, but not enough to taint the peerless citron tint that covered her body.
I told myself I would never love again, not after the brutal beating my heart took, but the brute in me couldn’t let her go without tasting the succulent juices that flowed between her thighs. I was never one to ask for permission before taking something I wanted, and that truth still held. That’s why I preferred the jungle. It was unforgiving, void of all ethics, and had no problem taking what it wanted.
The stream ahead called to her, and she followed, stumbling through a bed sprinkled with poisonous flowers, but somehow, she drifted slightly to the left avoiding the sickly dropping leaves. My balls tighten as the pulsating increased. I wanted to scoop down and pin her to the ground, but first I had to save her. The panther approached; his eyes locked on the delicious meal in front of him.
Agile with jaws made of steel. If she moved, it would pounce, but it retreated at the sight of Judas. A rogue gorilla, massive with a shallow temper. He smelled her before he even laid eyes on her, and unlike a panther who was easily distracted, a rogue gorilla was not. Even with the security of the veins that draped above me, doubt crept over my skin like a faulty memory, but I couldn’t let her die. Her grip tightened around my neck as I swung us through the trees, her feminine scent infiltrating my lungs with each breath, activating my most primal need. The need to fuck.
Her green eyes found the side of my cheek, but I ignored her inquisitive stare. She smelled divine, like a mix of something floral and sweet. Her curves pressed against my naked body, making my cock rise as we swung through the trees. The need to place my cock in something warm and tight had evaded me all these years and returned like a barren wave washing over me.
Jane
My body shook as I crawled to the other end of the treehouse, my breath lodging in my throat as I looked down at my death. The drop was easily over twenty feet, with nothing waiting for me but sharp rocks and unforgiving foliage. His calloused hand clamped around my sprained ankle, pulling me toward him like a rag doll until I laid between his legs. Although darkness coated the sky, the bright claw like moon shined down on us like a laser. Conflicting emotions settled in my chest as I stared into his eyes, and I fixated on the whisked, apollo gold hair that danced in the stiff wind.
“Who are you?” I asked as I rubbed my ankle.
He cocked his head to the side as his penetrating gaze surveyed every inch of my body. His throbbing manhood taunted me, leaking and pulsated as his chocolate eyes looked down at me. I didn’t know if he wanted to eat me, fuck me, or both.
“I’m a man, whose dying for a taste.”
Fear crept down my spine like a cracked sheet of ice as his ominous words flowed into one ear and out of the other. His wild beard stretched from one ear to the other, but even through the thick mane, his granite jaw showed just how rugged and masculine he was. Washboard abs layered with ironclad muscle melted into his body, expanding to every limb. He had a body that could put Goliath to shame.
“A taste of…” I let my words dissipate into the dense air as a tremble zipped through my body.
I swallowed, and placed my hands on the floor, anything to control the trembles that wanted to shake me to my core. He didn’t need words to finish my sentence. The slow slither of his long meaty tongue between his lips did just that.
He grabbed my ankle once more, dragging me forward, and I reacted, pressing the sole of my foot into the side of his face. The first blow did nothing, and his eyes squinted. I kicked again, harder, but he rewarded my attempts with the firm hold of his hand, locking my leg in place as he rubbed his jaw. Frozen in his grasp, and unable to move, I geared up to give him another blow, only for him to lower himself on top of me. Even with his knees to the floor, his height reminded me of a swaying skyscraper. I pounded onto his chest, forgetting for a slight second that his muscles were wrought from iron. My punches did nothing but create tiny stings on the surface of my skin from the constant friction.
His calloused hand found the band of my pants, and it tighten around the elastic. “You’re mine little girl.”
Before I even blew out the breath that lodged itself in my throat, he flung my pants into the darkness, leaving only the thin fabric of my cotton panties between the oozing monster pressing into the side of my thigh. He didn’t take a liking to my resistance as I writhed below him. His hands turned into handcuffs with my wrist trapped between them.
His hot breath tickled the side of my face as he breathed me in. Puffs of hot air blew the loose strands of hair over my face, and he continued, inhaling me as his nose grazed the side of my face and down the column of my throat. My moans and movement only made him grow harder as he pressed into me.
“It won’t hurt. I promise,” he said. His words deep and demented.
His hands released, and he lifted, freeing my hands, but only for a second. My breath hitched as his fingers curled around my throat, and his hand teased the beige fabric. Each button popped in slow motion until my blue bra stared him in the face. Salvia pulled in the corners of his mouth, his desire to eat me imminent as my intimate parts teased him. His monstrous hands found my wrist, his grip tight and unyielding.
