Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 5 - Backstory.

One week down, one more to go. I was right about one thing, The scenery and display of everyone made me feel as though I walked into the movie Green Inferno. Looking around at the half-naked bodies It almost had me questioning. Are these Cavemen? Wasn't I in Germany? I feel like Kagome from Inuyasha when she fell down the well, except those guys had clothes on, I speak to myself inwardly as I cringe hard eyeing the old lady with her breast hanging down freely.

Naked children and running around, I can't blame Rowan anymore for fetishizing me the way he did ... does. Just as I thought about him I spotted him under a tree leaning against it; hands cupped at the back of his head lost in thought while he stares off into something. Even from here I can see the masculine physic, from the toned biceps, broad shoulders, hard stomach with those abs and oh my, even at rest the size of him below is still massive. Feeling my eyes on him he turns meeting my gaze, my heart leaps. Unable to tear my gaze away from the beautiful specimen he proceeded to lean forward a little bit until his elbows touch the ground.

I've been avoiding him, how you ask? Good question Im in his town, all I do is not speak to him, ever since I was able to get out of 'Rock Rest' I stood by the grandmas side looking away from him when he is near. That's the prettiest way I know how.

But yet, still so many unanswered questions.

How the heck are their still cavemen in this Era?

I watch him stand cautiously those eyes as sincere as ever -finding his wrong with everything, and I turn away, heading back into my little home that's kept me safe and nurtured this past week.I plan on doing this until I get back home.

One of the questions are, how am I going to get back home? How did I end up here? Heading back inside I find the grandma sitting down in a rock mushing some type of pasty green on something, it smelled of mint, giving me sense of nostalgia. I miss my shop of flowers. If my calculations are correct we are about to enter the month of Valentine's Day, my busiest days.

My regular shoppers must be going on a frenzy wondering where I've been.

"May I ask you a question?" My soft voice mange's to get through the grinding sound and the elder brunette looks up at me halting all actions.

"How- how did I ... get here?" I try not to sound dumb, but stuttering made it worse.

"You paid a ticket to Germany, correct?" she c***s her head to the side, squinting and furrowing her brows towards me questioningly. So I am still in Germany, I think to myself releasing a breath I didn't know I held. The feeling of relief washed over me, Great now I just need to find an airport and get on out of here.

"I mean, how did I get here?" Inconspicuously I looked around my surroundings crossing my hands. Truly I am great full for everything, I didn't want to sound uncomfortable or weird.

The woman glanced around with me until it dawned on her, "ah, this is the Namaka tribe, we are the last generation of Germans that were born to the wilderness. Children of corn they call us." Her voice sultry and clear.

Nearly chocking on my spit, I feel my heart tear open painfully with a slight tremor overtaking me ... Chi-children of the C-corn? If my calculations are correct weren't those kids Like .... Demonic? Just my luck, my shelter for the past week and week to come were with Devil worshippers, that explains the chanting's I heard on the first day. Mentally I can feel the water works threatening to break, my head is ready to explode form the never-ending questions while I stared at her stoically.

"Not in that way love," Her voice rings in my mind pausing the momentary insanity. "When I meant Children of Corn, I meant the children of unbroken generations, if that makes sense. " She says slowly while c*****g her brows at me.

No, the f**k it does not, but then again, this whole thing doesn't make any sense.

"Uhhhh, Kind of, your English is so well, and Rowan well he doesn't -"

"Speak English at all, Yea he was born in Frankfurt Germany but as a baby his mother dropped him off at my care and ran off." My heart broke at the statement, absent parent and yet he has so much respect for a stranger like me.

"So, you have-"

"Yes," she interrupts me answering my question. "Born and raised here". I listen intently digesting her origin and the reason behind this culture.

"Do you ever plan on-"

"No" she sighed interrupting me yet again. "I did however leave once. It didn't end well with Rowan." she sighs defeatedly.

My ears perk up to the sound of his name, my heart on full spiral, beating uncontrollably or maybe that's my p***y hammering. Staring at her with a relaxed expression she continued

"Rowan didn't really get along well with the other kids, they called him wild or a monkey. A part of that is because I didn't take the time teach him proper manners." A victim of bullying, the more I learned of him the more I felt for him.

"But when I tried, he just wasn't interested in learning anything new or modern" the old women stares off into something as if she is seeing the past, a saddening feeling came over her and I could see a tear brewing.

I felt awkward Letting her wander into the past occasionally looking away and back. "Have you ever heard from -"

"No" she says cutting me off once again. Closing my eyes tightly so she doesn't see eyes roll to the back of my head.

"After he turned twelve, his mother had passed away in a car crash and upon investigation it revealed that she had another child in the car with her. Rowan's half brother that was born years after Him."

The stoic face I tried to maintain fell off, my mouth opened in the process almost falling to the ground. Not only was he abandoned, but basically forgotten, now a brother you didn't know you had passed away, along with your mother. I sympathize, my father passed away too, he didn't care enough for me and left, tears later he had a stroke.

'I'm not saying they deserved it, but I'm saying that God's timing is always right.'

"We're they ever-"

"No, with the crash was an explosion seconds after that, we were lucky to even get anything from the mother, however his brother had still some remains, we decided to just cremate the rest and bury it."

"That's so sad, I'm so sorry for your loss. Rowan must've been devastated" finally she lets me get a complete sentence.

"It's been years Rowan has long accepted it, his brothers burial isn't too far from here."

"Oh, so it's buried around here?"

"Yes, right underneath the tree of life".

"That tree must be inspiring and full of wisdom"

"You were on a trail correct? I believed you must have passed by it".

"Really? Maybe I did, we did enter a forest" o giggle shrugging it off.

"This one had a very comfortable blanket of leaves creating a shade for anyone."

My lip twitched, what?, not possible.

Chucking "There were a lot of trees that way, it's hard to capture one".

"This one you would need to cut through some bushes from a trail, and I believe that trail is the trail just before the forked tongue trail with the signal. We call that trail the Konguus trap, many people will hear there is signal and walk freely, but always pick the wrong trail at the end. That is how you ended up in the claws of Piya and the others met the trail of The kind Goddess Suma."

What, what, what and Say the f**k What?

C-could that t-tr-tree be th-the one where I - I was umm, no way. "Uh by any chance Was Rowan -"

"Yes dear, every afternoon until the peering dawn he would sit above the tree across from it, he would always tell me if he saw a man or woman or child of all ethnicities that enticed him."

I feel my soul levitating, the hammering moved from my p***y to my ass. "S-so uhh, di -do you uh think that -"

"He saw you?" She says cutting me off, her eyes look deeply into mine knowingly. Patiently I await the fated answer with my inner system's malfunctioning, "he did say he saw you, but he didn't say if it was under that tree".

My soul froze in relief, I was almost going to beg these Devil worshippers to just skin me alive. The breath I blew out could put freeze Mount Everest, my heartbeat returning to its regular rhythm, slowly but surly.

Though it was spoken, my mind wasn't resting assuringly, the sensation that day was overwhelming and ... and the way he positioned me that day. No, no .. don't over think it, he didn't see you.

Shrugging off the paranoia, "so we are still in Germany yes?" She nods.

"But what lan-"

"It's still German, it's just the original German"

This lady interrupts me again and Ill kick her in the throat, apparently she wasn't in society long enough for being polite. "Enough for today sweetie, you are free too leave this Friday, go get some more rest."

As she was ready to stand, "Wait, that's the scent of mint and Asiatic Lillie's. How did you you find them they are rare."

She looks at me amazed, "how did you know that?"

"In New York I run my own flower shop, those are the most asked for flowers in the world, it says if your already in love with someone and look at those flowers, the one you want will be yours." I say to out loud but an individual plaguing my brain.

He put his life on the line for me, and I'm letting my emotions and pass stop me from at least trying to talk to properly. But every time I'm near him, I can't even think straight from the rising of my chest due to the roaring of my heartbeat.

The looks of those hypnotic eyes, pink lips

Those muscles, the body, that massive third -

"Honey are you alright? Your drooling" came yet another interruption. Blinking out, "Y-yes I'm ok, may I have some on my leave."

"Absolutely, now get some rest. Rowan will be in shortly".

My heart leaps "Wh-what? Why so?"

"He has always taken the initiative to guard you as you sleep, he lays behind you".

Saggy titties said what? "I uh he does?"

"Your always asleep when he comes in, so he keeps you warm and safe, you may not notice but he likes you".

Maybe this is my chance to speak to him, but laying down next to me, oh my can my lady parts and hands behave? I don't think even I could trust myself yet.

With that she leaves, leaving me with a load of anxiety, he's always done this? Oh my what if I farted? Or did something else embarrassing. Wait what else is more embarrassing than a fart?

Snoring is normal, yeah if your a Fifty year old.

Talking in your sleep is normal, if your crazy, sleep walking is - , oh dear God I embarrassed myself. I don't know how or when but I definitely did something humiliating.

I lay down staring at the rock door, more and more this feels like a mix of Green Inferno and the Flintstones. The sun is slowly disappearing leaving a hue of a deep orange in the air. I notice some lights going out through some cracks, oh my it's almost time. Should I pretend not be asleep? Should I wait for him? Oh my word the anxiety that falls upon me is too heavy. No wonder sleeping on this rock is comforting during some parts of night, I had a cushion bing provided for me the whole time.

Need I say being blanketed in those arms is definitely more comfortable than a duvet, the more I thought of it the more I noticed a discomfort somewhere, oh no.

Think of something else, think of something else quick I begged my brain, of course it doesn't listen to me.

Have I been rubbing my ass on him throughout the night?

Is he naked behind me?

What if I let me have his way with me tonight? How rough will he get with me?

Something I discovered about myself during my times alone were I am a squirter, a creamer and a screamer. Discharge Kevin was an ass and mediocre At everything but not in bed, even average size he still did a good job at getting the job done.

From what I could see, Rowan was definitely more massive down there and cavemen s*x are usually amazing and brutal, the ache grows in between my legs, taking over all my senses leaving me to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as possible, I need to thank him anyways.

I guess tonight is my chance.