A/N: This chapter will contain mature content 🍋.  If you wish to skip, I will warn you with this ☾🦋☽ and it will end with ☾🦋☽. 

Hot...it was burning. It hurt. She could feel herself slipping as she desperately stood on her toes to avoid the flames from licking her. But they were wild, dancing and prancing around and skimming her legs repeatedly. She could feel herself screaming in pain. The temperature was too hot. The smoke was easily trapping her, preventing her from escaping. 

She tried holding her breath but she couldn't help letting out a whimper as the fire licked her legs and feet. She can somehow feel like she is melting. And the chains around her wrists were no better. 

Like heating a pan, it was burning her wrists. Moving them to alleviate the pain could only do so much as her eyes watered. Gritting her teeth and grunted as she tried moving away but she sobbed, loudly as the smoke grew larger and larger, not helping her case. 

She couldn't breathe. 

She couldn't move.

It was too hot.

She really is going to die. 

"Help me!" she screamed, throwing herself forward. Desperately trying to have her voice reach towards her husband.

But he wasn't there. He wasn't coming.

And so, Brook screamed.

Brook screamed, gasping for air as she hesitantly sat up to breathe. She flinched away as she felt hands hold her arms but she hacked, choking on her spit. She immediately raised her hands to her lips as she could feel herself about to vomit but held it in as she continued to cough dryly. 

Brook shuddered, feeling a small hand smoothly run up and down her back, as she continued. Coughing for a few moments, her eyes watered as she looked around. Where was she? Brook wasn't familiar with her surroundings. 

It seemed like a hut. She could see the sun peeking through the woods but plates and cups of clay seemed familiar to her. 

"Easy..." she heard a soft voice next to her. 

Turning to the side, Brook blinked as she saw Na'oh softly smiling at her. The young girl reached over to the side and brought a claw plate, handing it to Brook by lifting it to her lips. Brook swallowed, feeling awfully thirsty, and reached her hands to hold it, feeling the rough texture of the dry clay. 

Taking large gulps, Brook desperately drank from it, finding it the most delicious drink she'd ever had. 

"Easy, Brook. We don't want you to choke," Na'oh frowned worriedly, seeing as Brook finished up the drink and sighed, dropping her head.

Brook looked down at her hands, frowning as she saw cloth wrapped around her wrists. She could feel the ache from them and looked down at her legs. However, she furiously blushed, noticing her change of clothes. 

Or rather, her lack of clothes. 

Brook exclaimed, crossing her legs while wrapping her arms across her chest but winced as the pain in her legs grew excruciating. "Ow..." her eyes watered, looking down as more cloth bandages covered her calves and thighs. 

"Why–Why am I–?" Brook turned to Na'oh embarrassingly. 

Na'oh blinked, not believing that someone would be flustered over their bodies. Brook seemed to be shy over this. "Don't worry. I have been tending to you since you arrived. I didn't let a single man enter...other than your husband," Na'oh reassured, raising her hands cautiously. 

"Since I arrived?" Brook frowned. She recalled falling asleep when she...her eyes widened in realization. She gulped, looking down at her hands on her arms. She pulled that arrow. She let that arrow go. She killed Vincent. She killed a human being. She killed. 

"...How long was I asleep for?" Brook whispered, looking down at the mat she lay on. 

Na'oh hummed, noticing how the poor girl was starting to grow stressed from the circumstance. Although she wasn't informed completely about what happened, the poor girl suffered severely from the fire. 

"Four days," Na'oh answered hesitantly, looking at her behavior. She gently pushed her back to the mat as she noticed her glistening with sweat. "Rest more. You still haven't recovered from the infection."

"Where's Tarzan?" Brook looked up at her, suddenly breathless as she squinted her eyes in exhaustion. 

Na'oh softly smiled at her, wiping a wet hair from her eyes. "He'll come soon. I'll let him know you were awake."

Brook tried to stay awake. She really did. But her body was suddenly shutting down without her permission. Her arms heavily dropped to her sides while her head leaned to her other side.

It was still hot. 

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Tarzan frowned worriedly, sitting quietly beside his wife. He would occasionally wet a cloth with cold water before draping it over her head. He would wince subconsciously as she would groan at the cold. His hand held hers softly, running his thumb over her knuckles. 

He couldn't help the guilt flooding his chest and his entire being. Brook was covered in scars. He knew that living in the wild of his home would be a struggle. Brook would be littered with scars from using the bow and arrows, her hands would be calloused, and her hair would be a mess, but she would still be her. 

But he didn't realize that it became the opposite. Her hands would remain soft because of the lotion she would always use, faint scars would disappear from old battles thanks to Dumont's scar remedy, and her hair remained wild yet well-kept despite the humid air. But her legs were severely burned from the fire and her wrists almost melted the first layer of skin because of the metal chains.

And her eyes stayed closed, her teeth gritting in pain while she suffered from the infection. If only he was faster. If only he didn't focus so much on their home from burning. If only he didn't leave her by herself. 

And because of that...Brook is hurt. 

Through all the pain she had to endure to run back to him a few days ago and strain her arms in order to kill Vincent. Tarzan didn't want to believe it but nothing could be changed. He had forced her hand to kill. 

Her soft gentle hands were forced to kill. Tarzan knew she was strong. She was the strongest person he has ever met and he's truly proud of her. 

Tarzan hoots, crouching low as he rubs his nose against her cheek apologetically as his other hand cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb under her eye to wipe a stray tear. Being mindful of her wounds, he gently hugged her by wrapping an arm around her waist, covering her chest as he gave her his warmth.

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Brook sighed, shakily raising her hand while she took a sip of her medicine. Her eyes felt heavy under the bags. But nothing could compare to how much it would hurt when she would bend her wrist to lift. But she didn't complain. In fact, she hadn't said much when she woke up other than requesting a blanket to cover herself. 

After the fire, Brook realized her clothes were not in good condition. Therefore, with all the burned wounds on her legs and wrists, Na'oh and some ladies would come in to tend to her. Brook was grateful for them but grew more stressed as she hadn't seen anybody yet. 

Where are they?

Are they...ashamed?

Brook looked down at her condition, suddenly hiding a wince as she hid her legs underneath the blanket. Were they disgusted by the peeling skin? She sighed, grunting as she raised her hand once more and took in the medicine. It's not like any medicine she's ever taken. It was strong. Not only from the drink but from the scent too. She felt dizzy when she first took it but grew used to it as she could feel the drink burning her throat. 

"You're awake," a voice spoke up. 

With the sudden lighting from the moon when the curtain shifted, Brook looked up and smiled to see the chief of the Waziri village walking inside along with his son, Basuli. Basuli looked relieved, crouching down in front of her and placing a hand on her shoulder. 

"How are you doing, Brook?" Basuli asked. 

Brook clutched her blanket tightly and hid her chest as she smiled at him. "It has been a while. I'm...I'm faring," she admitted. "I...have you seen Tarzan? Or my family?"

Basuli smiled, standing up as he looked at his father. Keewazi nodded, "They have been waiting for your wake. They are helping the others with bringing food for the village."

Brook frowned worriedly, "I hope we're not intruding on our stay. I fully believed we would be back home–." She stopped, realizing that her home was burned. She sighed lightly, "But I'm truly grateful for your kindness."

"Nonsense!" Basuli grinned. "You're always welcome to our tribe. I will call the others." Brook was unable to stop him as he ran out of the hut. She nervously chuckled, suddenly self-conscious of her state. 

Na'oh, behind the girl, took notice of Brook patting the blanket to hide more of her skin and frowned worriedly. She scooted closer to her, placing a hand on hers. Brook looked up but Na'oh smiled at her. Brook stopped, suddenly seeing a change in the young girl. 

Na'oh was glowing. Brook took a moment and looked down at her abdomen, her eyes widening in awe as she saw a small bump. Na'oh noticed and grinned, grabbing Brook's hand and placing it on her abdomen. 

"I'm pregnant," Na'oh chuckled. 

Brook gasped, suddenly feeling so much happiness and completely forgetting her insecurity. "Oh, congratulations!" Brook pulled the girl in a hug. Na'oh laughed, hugging her back, being mindful of her small burns. "Oh my goodness," Brook's eyes teared up, feeling emotional by the news. "I'm so happy for you!" Brook pulled back and held the girl's hands. "How far are you?"

"3 months," Na'oh tenderly smiled down at her abdomen, placing a hand on it and rubbing it slowly. 

"Oh, my," Brook tearily chuckled, shaking her head. "This is amazing."

Na'oh scoffed, "You should have seen Basuli when we figured it out. He was a nervous wreck! He wouldn't leave my side for a moment!" she shook her head, feeling sick just thinking of the time. 

But Brook giggled, smiling softly at the girl. "He must have been so happy about the news."

Na'oh nodded, "We had a feast that lasted three whole weeks! All I wanted was sleep."

Brook laughed, grabbing her hands, and smiled at her. "I'm so happy for you, Na'oh." 

"Thank you," Na'oh smiled back, looking to the entry as they could hear footsteps coming near the hut. 

Brook gulped, grabbing the blanket and covering herself in a hurry before looking up. Archimedes was the first to enter the hut, gasping in relief to see Brook awake. "Oh, Brook!" he rushed over, sitting by her side. "How are you doing, dear? Do you still feel pain? I just made a remedy to help with the burns. You look exhausted, you should sleep..."

Brook chuckled, knowing how the man was as worried as ever. She grunted as she felt large furry arms hugging her. Looking to the side, she can see Terk hugging her tightly. "Don't you scare us like that again! You hear me, Red! I will have to tie you up and not bring any more trouble!"

"I'm happy to see you too, Terk," Brook smiled. 

But Terk huffed, hugging her tighter. Brook looked up, seeing her father step inside the hut, nodding at Na'oh. The young girl smiled, standing up and heading for the entry. "I'll come back later, Brook." Brook thanked her as the girl walked away, leaving her with her family. Even Tantor peeked through to see her. 

Brook laughed, relieved to see them here with her. However, she immediately noticed Tarzan wasn't around. Her stomach dropped in worry, looking around but couldn't find him coming or being there. "Where's Tarzan?" Brook asked, turning to Terk. 

The group quieted down, looking at her worriedly. She grew nervous, gripping her blanket tighter, and looked at each one before laying her eyes on Tantor. Knowing full well that he can't lie to save himself. "Tantor? Where's Tarzan?"

Tantor gulped, looking away from Brook's teary eyes. Brook looked at each one, frowning more as everyone refused to look at her. Her sadness filling her stomach was now filled with anger crawling over her chest. Gritting her teeth, she tearily took a deep breath and stood up, wrapping the blanket over herself. 

Gray's and Archimedes' eyes widened, rushing over to her to stop her but Brook painfully walked out of the hut. Her eyes burned in determination to look for him. But the dark sky filled with stars was all she could see beside the bright crescent moon lighting the tribe.

She has been asleep for days and has been in rest for so long. All she wanted was to see him. And he refuses to see her? She's not letting that happen. 

Is he disgusted? Is he embarrassed by her? Is he...leaving her?

Brook sniffed, walking around the village. The people were happily around the village, waving at her enthusiastically but she couldn't wave back, determined to find her husband. If he doesn't want to stay with her anymore, he will just have to tell her himself. 

Tarzan may hide a few things from her about his feelings. And Brook tolerated it, wanting nothing more than to help him. But after an entire week of not seeing him was something Brook wouldn't forgive. She needed to see him. 

"Basuli!" Brook cried out, wincing as she hurriedly walked towards him. 

Basuli stopped speaking to one of his companions, turning to her. His eyes widened in worry, rushing over to meet her and hold her arms. "What are you doing out of the hut? You still need rest."

"Where is he?" Brook glared up at him. 

Basuli's eyes widened, suddenly intimidated by the small woman. He frowned, taking a moment to know who she was talking about but it didn't take long to know as he gently started guiding her out of the village. 

Brook frowned, unsure of where he was taking her but if it was a chance to see Tarzan, she followed, holding the blanket tightly. With every step she took, felt like she was walking on melted glass. Her calves and thighs ached with each step and the blanket lightly touching her bandage didn't do anything to alleviate the pain but she wasn't going to give up. Not when she needed to see him. 

Basuli noticed her pain, trying to carry her or stop her and take some breaks but Brook carried on. This was the worst pain she'd ever experienced but refused to give up. Basuli sighed, guiding her a little farther and farther away from the village, stopping at a river. 

Brook frowned, looking around him. She couldn't help but be in awe. She knew the jungle was dangerous but she will never get used to its beauty. Fireflies light the darkness and fly over the flowers. The river was still and mirrored the crescent moon. It was comfortably quiet besides the crickets around. 

And there he was. Sitting near the riverbank, sharpening his spear. Brook frowned, holding her blanket tightly. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Basuli leaned to her ear. "I'll leave you two alone." He patted her a few times before walking back to the village. 

Brook couldn't help but be stuck in her tracks, taking in Tarzan's tense form. She knew very well the kind of thoughts flooding his mind and it hurt. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she lightly sighed, opening her eyes once more before walking towards him. 

She knew he could hear her. He already familiarized every single step a person or animal makes. She's no different. But he still refused to turn around to look at her. 

Stopping behind him, she untucked her arms from the blanket, now wrapping around her chest to hide her body like a towel. She waited in silence but Tarzan again refused to look from his work. The clanking when stone met stone was all she could hear as the sparks flew out and littered the green grass. 

"...Tarzan," Brook spoke, looking at him, seeing as he stopped sharpening his spear. But refused to look at her. Her eyes welled up in tears, feeling dread spread her form. Is he really disgusted by her that he can't even look at her? 

"Tarzan, look at me," she sniffed, trying to hold back her tears. 

But Tarzan refused to look at her. 

Gritting her teeth, she walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around but flinched back as Tarzan shrugged her touch, breaking her heart more. Warm tears pooled in her eyes. Fine. If he refuses to look at her, she will have to make him look at her. 

Knowing how much she would endure in the next steps, she stepped into the water, wincing as she felt the water dampening the cloth but she kept walking around him, now standing in front of him. 

But his hair hid his face, making Brook more mad. 

"Tarzan!" she snapped. "Look at me!" she cried, shivering from the cold river. "Am I that horrid that you refuse to look at me?" she sniffed. "Are you that disgusted to even look me in the eye?"

Brook whimpered, looking down at his spear and frowning as she realized how crooked and small it was. Tarzan was a perfectionalist. He makes sure to make her arrows and bow perfectly smooth and balanced. Including his spears. What is going on?

"...Tarzan?" she whispered, looking down at him. Looking at him more closely, her eyes slowly widened to notice the cuts in his hands. She worriedly looked at them, letting a hand go from the blanket and gently grasp one of his. 

Not only was his palm littered with scars, but the back of his hand was filled with them. 

"...Brook," he whispered. 

Brook lightly gasped, hearing his voice break and the exhaustion from just hearing her name. She's never seen him like this before. Even after not being able to protect the family, he didn't sound this defeated before. 

"...You're bleeding," Tarzan reached over, grabbing her hand and softly pulling her to him he noticed her wounds bleeding through the bandages but Brook didn't budge, looking at him more closely. "Brook..." he tried. 

Brook shook her head, crouching low into the water, not affected by the blanket also dampening but she reached her hand out to him and cupped his cheeks from his hair. She needs to look at him. She needed to see what he was thinking. 

Tarzan let her do whatever, not moving away as Brook tilted his head up to get a better look at him. Her heart absolutely broke the moment her eyes met his swollen ones. "Tarzan..." she worriedly frowned. 

Was he...feeling guilty? He looked so defeated. 

Her eyes welled up in tears, realizing everything in that moment. Tarzan didn't see her, not because he was ashamed of her. But ashamed of himself. 

"Tarzan..." she spoke again, wanting to hear him say it. "Darling, please talk to me," she whispered, rubbing her thumb under his eyes, trying to wipe away the bags to no avail. 

Tarzan looked at her, taking in everything of her. Her golden eyes he adored so much welled up in tears...because of him. He failed her. He swore that he would protect her and he failed. 

"...I'm sorry," Tarzan whispered. "Brook, I'm sorry."

Brook didn't say a word, letting him speak his thoughts. Ache in her chest grew heavy as she felt warm tears drop to her hands but she didn't move away. 

"You're hurt because of me," Tarzan gritted his teeth, feeling anger flare his chest. He moved his head, not deserving of her gentle touch but Brook kept a firm grip on him, refusing to let him go. 

"Brook, move," he ordered, but his defeated form only clung to her touch. 

Brook shook her head, looking up at him with fire in her eyes. "No. I won't leave until you talk to me. Let it all out. I need to hear you say it."

But Tarzan had enough, standing up, practically shoving himself from her touch before turning his back on her. "What am I supposed to say?!" Tarzan snapped, quieting the crickets and the sighing rivers. 

Brook didn't feel hurt by his rejection but only hurt by his pain. Leaning on the stone, she shakily stood up, trickling the water off the blanket and onto her legs and back on the river. 

"I promised you that I would protect you," Tarzan continued. "That I wouldn't let you get hurt. I leave you alone for one moment and you were gone."

"You didn't know this would happen," Brook spoke but Tarzan shook his head aggressively, flinging his hair side by side. 

"...You were dead, Brook," he trembled. Brook's eyes widened at his words. What? Tarzan clenched his fists on his side, hiding his face underneath his unruly hair. "I couldn't hear your heartbeat. You were gone in my arms and I wasn't fast enough. I don't know if you're really here with me or it's just my imagination."

Brook stood silently, taking in his words. Guilt flooded her chest as she recalled his words very vividly. 

"After you almost died twice...I'm afraid of not saving you the third time."

"If only..." Tarzan spoke, turning around slowly to look at her. "If only...you didn't stay. None of this could have happened."

Brook's eyes widened by his words. Her shoulders slumped but made her move. Stepping out of the water, she walked towards him. Reaching her hands out to him, she cupped his face. "Look at me," she pleaded softly but saddened as he refused to look at her, closing his eyes in shame. 

"Do you feel this?" she whispered, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. 

Tarzan didn't say a word. 

"Do you feel this?" she asked as she softly caressed his jaw with her fingertips, running it down to his clavicle, she felt him shiver by her touch but she wanted him to see her. 

Leaning her head closer to him, she softly pecked his neck, making him hiss. "Do you feel that? Do you feel my breath? I'm very much alive because of you. Like always." Looking down at his clenched fists, she dragged her hand from his clavicle down his arm and to his hand. Opening his right fist, she brought his hand to her chest, dropping the blanket on the ground, now bare for him to see. 

She shivered from the cold but refused to move. She waited, holding his hand against her chest to feel her heart. It was so quiet. She could somehow hear his rasped breaths. His hand trembled as he pressed his hand further to her chest, tearily sighing as he felt her heartbeat. She sniffed, looking up at him. 

He cried. He silently cried. 

Brook immediately brought him to a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck, and leaning his ear against her chest. She felt his hands wrap around her waist, hugging her tightly to him. "I'm sorry," Brook whispered. 

Tarzan shook his head but Brook didn't let him talk this time. "I...always believed you were strong," she continued. "You fight elephants, panthers, and black mambas almost every day while protecting us. I have been giving you a hard time and I didn't see that." Her hands slowly ran through his tresses, smiling softly as she heard him purr against her chest. 

"I didn't realize that I and everyone here weren't the only ones who needed protection. But I also needed to protect you from everything. You have been struggling all this time, haven't you? Trying to keep me and our family safe from harm but no one was there to be there for you." Brook sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned her head to his and started rubbing her cheek over his head. Tarzan's eyes slowly opened, his eyes widening in realization at her action. He only hugged her tighter. 

She was scenting him. 

Brook leaned back, her arms still around his shoulders as his hands stayed on her waist. Pulling his head to hers, she leaned her head to his. "The bad guy is gone," she tearily smiled, feeling relief spread over her in realization. 

She was free. They were free.

"It's just you and me," she smiled at him, seeing his eyes intently look into hers. "If they come, you won't be alone. I will be with you every step of the way. You know why?" she softly bit his cheek, making him chuckle at her affection. "Because your heart is truly mine," she nodded. "And my heart is truly yours."

Tarzan sighed, leaning down and taking her lips into his own. He pulled her to him, gripping her waist. 

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Brook leaned to his touch, standing on her toes while pulling him to her. The jungle was suddenly so loud for her. The taste in the air was humid and warm. Her back met against a tree but Tarzan craved for her. His calloused hands ran up her waist and to her back. 

Their tongues danced competitively. But like always, Tarzan wins and meets his tongue on the roof of her mouth, making her moan, feeling his hand run down her spine. His other leaned on the tree behind her, cushioning her head from the rough wood but Brook didn't care, dragging her hands from his shoulders to his chest and to his small waist. 

Her finger tucked under his loincloth, tugging it down but Tarzan removed his hand from her back and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. They parted their lips, only their stringed saliva proof of their flushed faces. 

Brook panted underneath him, her eyes looking intently into his. Tarzan growled, grabbing her other hand and bringing it over her head, intertwining his hands to hers. Brook gasped, closing her eyes in euphoria as Tarzan leaned his head down to her neck and bit down, his small fangs puncturing her skin, making her moan and grit her teeth to prevent any lewd sounds coming out of her lips. 

But it can only do so much as he started sucking to her wound where her neck met her shoulders, gnawing at the freshly made wound and sucking into her skin. Brook leaned her head back, looking up at the ocean of stars, feeling dizzy as the sudden ache between her legs grew. She squirmed, "Tarzan..." she whined, hissing as Tarzan lowered down from her neck and to her breasts. 

His free hand cupped one of her breasts, running his thumb over her hardened nipple, pinching it slowly, making her squirm. Brook gasped, trying to remove her hands from Tarzan's hold but he only gripped them tightly, leaning himself more on her. Kissing softly down her sternum and to her breasts, he took one of them to his mouth, his hot breath meeting her warm and elevating chest. His tongue playfully sucked on her nipples, tugging it with his teeth. 

His eyes burned with lust, hearing the delicious sounds coming out of his lover. Not only that, he could smell the familiar delicious scent coming from her legs. He growled against her chest, making her gasp at the vibration. Pulling her nipple with his teeth, he turned his attention to the other, giving them equal attention. 

"Tarzan...Tarzan!" she gasped, hitting her head back on the tree as she could feel the dent of his loincloth touching her thigh. 

His free hand softly ran down her abdomen and down her pelvis, making her shiver at the specific spot he touched. Tarzan was quite familiar with this spot. His thumb pressed it near her hip, making her shudder. 

"Tarzan, please..." Brook gasped as Tarzan bit down on her nipple, growling lowly at her please. 

"You still have to pay me back for scaring me," Tarzan growled up her. 

Brook shuddered, seeing the intensity in his blue-green eyes. Her legs squirmed, rubbing against one another but groaned as Tarzan shoved his thigh between them, rubbing her clit with his thigh, making her gasp more. Looking down at him, she could feel the ache of her chest burning up with his breath.

For a humid jungle, it always gets hot when she's around him. And she loves it and hates it at the same time, feeling sweat trickle down her head and to her back and chest. Tarzan growled, smelling the salt coming to meet his nose. Removing his hand from her hip, he fully stood up and reached for a vine above her. 

Brook grew confused. Is he going to leave? Her center ached, she wanted him. She needed him. "Tarzan–!" she tried to pull him back but Tarzan kept his firm grip on her hands. Pulling the end of the vine to her, he immediately tied it around her wounded wrists. 

Brook winced but oddly felt turned on, ignoring the ache in her wrists as Tarzan tied them tight above her. Now having both hands free, Tarzan reached for the back of her neck, grabbing her crimson hair and tugging it back harshly. Brook cried out but Tarzan muffled it with his tongue back in her mouth. 

Brook kissed him back, closing her eyes. She whined as his other hand met back on her hips. But instead, went further down. Brook squirmed while Tarzan parted her legs with his thigh, smirking as he sniffed the familiar sweet scent dropping on his thigh. Tarzan parted from her lips and started sucking on her neck once more, already feeling it scab. 

"Already wet for me?" he growled lowly in her ear, making her gasp. "We haven't done anything yet," he bit her ear. 

Brook panted, glaring up at him. Breathlessly panting underneath him while trying to tug on the vine to no avail. Her eyes widened, feeling his hand cup her pussy while his thumb pressed on the soft spot on her pelvis. She hissed, arching her back against the tree as he arched his finger and started rubbing onto her clit...painfully slowly. 

Brook whimpered, "Tarzan...Darling!" she cried, feeling him press on it. Her sweet juices started trickling down his hand but he only looked down at her reaction. His eyes burned with lust and love, never getting used to seeing her vulnerable underneath his hands. 

"Say it," he whispered. "What do you want, my Flame? Tell me."

Brook gritted her teeth, gasping as Tarzan pressed harder on her clit, rubbing it into circles while his middle finger started circling her center teasingly. "Tarzan...please..." she gasped but Tarzan only continued. 

"What do you want from me?" Tarzan bit her shoulder, loving her soft warm skin. 

"Take me," she pleaded, arching her back for her breasts to make contact with his chest. She slowly started grinding on his hand but cried out as Tarzan tugged on her hair, arching her neck to look into his glaring eyes. 

"Say it," he ordered, kissing her neck and up her jaw. "Say it, Brook."

Brook panted, whining as she desperately wanted him. But no words couldn't get out with the way his finger continued playing with her. It hurt. It hurt and she wanted to slap the satisfying smirk on his face. 

"Tarzan, if you don't take me right now, I'm going to bite you," Brook glared at him but he only chuckled, kissing her temple. 

"Close enough," Tarzan smirked, finally inserting his middle finger inside her. Brook gasped, throwing her head back and closing her eyes but Tarzan was not going to have it. He gripped her hair again, this time to make her look at him. "Look at me," he spoke. "Don't you dare look away from me," he rasped, feeling sweat also fall from his head and onto his chest and down underneath his loincloth. 

Brook took that challenge, looking into his eyes as Tarzan started moving his fingers in her center. Brook moaned, tightening her thighs around his hand but he wasn't affected, in fact, it only ached his penis underneath his loincloth. He felt daring, inserting in and out slowly, liking how tight she was under him. 

Brook tried, gasping for air as Tarzan inserted his ring finger into her, repeating the process. But Tarzan kissed her senseless, not giving her time to rest as he inserted another. Their lips molded like clay, muffling all moans. She ground continuously on his hand, liking how his calloused hand scratched her inner thighs. She can oddly taste colors and see sounds.

His hand released from her tresses, now roaming around her body, caressing anything and anywhere he could reach, causing her to shiver at his touch and break the kiss. Tarzan couldn't help but laugh softly through his half-lidded eyes as Brook's expression matched and mirrored his. 

Brook moaned out as Tarzan parted his fingers inside while his thumb rubbed against her clit. This man is driving her insane. She's not sure if she can hold any more. All she wants is to release but it's too soon. She needed him. She needed him badly. 

"I n-need you, love," Brook emplored, squirming underneath his hold on her. "Take me. I need you!"

Brook yelped, feeling Tarzan crouch low to her thighs. He softly kissed her legs, licking her juices in her inner thigh as he crawled up towards her center. He looked up at her, removing his hand from her and taking his fingers to his mouth, licking every single drip. It only makes Brook squirm more, seeing the hunger in his eyes. 

She's dead.

Without warning, Tarzan dug his nose to her center, including his tongue to the mix. Brook cried out, pressing her thighs against his head but he parted her legs easily with his strength, giving him more access to her core. Her scent was to die for. Her lewd cries as she grinded on his face but he accepted his, burying his tongue into her, sucking and tasting her skin. 

She felt it. The ache between her legs was getting near. 

"Tarzan! I–shit!" she cursed, shutting her eyes as she threw her head back. "I...Tarzan."

"Do it," Tarzan ordered, biting her inner thigh harshly. "I want to hear you. Do it."

"Tarzan!" Brook cries out, accidentally biting her tongue but she can't give it much attention. Gasping as Tarzan gripped her ass, squeezing it. Looking down at him, she released the moment she looked into his eyes. They were filled with so much adoration and awe. She cried out, feeling her release fall on Tarzan's face and chest. 

Brook panted, out of breath from this. Her body shivered from the humidity, giving her goosebumps but she only felt euphoria. So much love, whining softly as Tarzan licked his lips before licking her dry. He was mindful in grabbing her thigh, licking it dry from her open wounds and juices. 

Tarzan slowly stood up, towering over her. Raising his hands to her wrists, he brought the crooked and unfinished spear, cutting the vine from her hold. His eyes widened, stumbling back and into the river, as Brook tackled him. Now landing on the shallow part of the river.

Her eyes burned. Her legs trembled...but she still didn't get what she wanted. 

She rasped, sitting on his stomach as her hands roamed up his waist and his chest. She panted, her body feeling hot. "You still...didn't take me," she glared, grinding on his clothed crotch. 

Tarzan hissed, slapping his hands on her hips to stop her but Brook brought his hands and pulled them away from her, raising them to cup her breasts. Tarzan didn't refuse, squeezing them and cupping them in his hands. 

But Brook used them as a distraction, reaching over to his discarded spear and cutting the side of his loincloth. Grabbing the loincloth, she threw it to the side as she looked down at him. Her eyes burned with lust, seeing it stiffen by her hungry gaze. Looking up at his V-line to meet his eyes, she noticed that he stopped playing with her breasts. 

Brook squirmed, her eyes glinting. Her legs ached again. 

"Brook..." Tarzan frowned but hissed loudly as Brook grabbed him, rubbing her thumb over his tip in circles...painfully slow. 

"...Brook," he grunts, reaching his hands out to grab her but Brook squeezes him, stopping him. Instead, he slapped his hands to the sides, splashing water on them but Brook couldn't care less about the water getting on her. 

"Payback, darling?" she cooed, softly scratching his tip with her nails, knowing full well how sensitive it was. Tarzan groaned, shutting his eyes. Feeling himself ache and at the mercy of his lover. 

Brook loved that. 

The big strong man who fights off dangerous animals for a living and puts up a strong front for everyone was vulnerable by her hand. By her touches. By her. And she will always memorize it. Taking everything from him. The way the water from the river trickled down his chest and to his disk. 

His rasped and panting form arched back as Brook took him in her mouth. Lightly grazing her teeth on his tip before taking him fully. The way he groaned and trembled as she took him in further, lightly choking by his girth. Her eyes watered, having no airways but it was worth it to see Tarzan groaning, throwing his head back and clenching his fists tightly on the side. 

"Brook..." he hissed, feeling himself pulsing. Brook knew. She could feel it. She just needed to hear him. "Brook!"

Brook raised her hands from the river now grabbing his ass. Almost urging him to do it. To let go. And so he did. He growled like an ape, releasing it into her mouth. He moaned, feeling Brook slowly removing herself from him but not before swallowing everything he offered. Brook panted, suddenly out of air. She softly kissed her tip, looking up at him. 

They only sat in silence, taking each other in. Their satisfying pants were all they could despite the crickets coming back and the sigh of the river always there. 

☾🦋☽

Brook lovingly smiled at him, crawling over him and laying on top of him. Tarzan gladly hugged her to him, kissing the wound on her neck. They both lay in the river, looking up at the ocean of stars. Brook's eyes drooped, feeling the exhaustion coming over her. Not only that, she could feel the ache in her legs from the burns coming back. She was too tired to stand up but refused to move from his arms. 

"..." Brook bit her lip, looking up at him. "My love?" she whispered, sighing as Tarzan kissed her temple. "I'm ready," she smiled, looking up at his confused expression. "I want to have a family with you," she grinned. 

Tarzan stopped, his eyes slowly widening before looking down at her. "Brook?"

Brook laughed, "I don't want to lose a chance like that again. I want to have a family with you. I'm ready. I love you so much, darling."

Tarzan chuckled, his eyes filled with so much love for the woman beside her. Hugging her tighter to him, he pulled her lips to his. This time more softly, taking in the flavor of her lips. Suddenly tasting them salty yet spicy at the same time, assuming from the medicine Na'oh makes her take. 

"Okay," Tarzan rubbed his cheek on her head, scenting her. "Let's do it."

"Wait...now?"

Tarzan only laughed, sitting up before carrying her bridal style, taking her further away from the village. Brook could only laugh, leaning her head against his chest. Closing her eyes in tranquility, she just knew that she decided to stay with the man she loves. Nothing can tell her otherwise. 

A/N: My first time writing smut 🙈 Please tell me what you think! 

One more chapter guys! Please let me know what you want me to include as it's almost the end of the journey. See yah!

Published: January 8, 2024

Word Count: 6724