Lara Croft x Samus Aran (Commission - Mega | 52 pics)

Huge props to @Alexander Drake for this awesome commission and this story concept, and guys do read the story, It's quite big, I usually shorten it, I just feel the full version is better this time and we actually planned to have a sequel to this set in future , let me know If you enjoyed the full version of story or the shorter version I usually post OR do you guys even read the stories at all, be honest! anyway enjoy the set it's a banger, all sets are uploaded in chat and discord for all paid members and for new members you don't actually need the encryption key, just try opening in diff browser, You'll be good to go

“Two Worlds Collide… and So Do Their Bodies 💥💦”

The sky cracked open.

Not metaphorically—literally.

A rift shimmered mid-orbit, just as Samus’s gunship twisted violently out of control. Wounded, hunted by the Federation, systems offline… the world around her fractured. The stars warped—and she was gone.

When she crashed into the thick jungle canopy, the ship's hull shrieked, but Samus was already climbing out, smoke curling from her armor. Rain poured as if the world was weeping for her, and she stood amidst the wreckage with narrowed eyes.

This wasn’t Zebes. This wasn’t SR388. This was… ancient. Verdant. Human.

Lara Croft had seen many strange things on her island expeditions—storm cults, immortality, even literal gods—but the smoking ship embedded into the cliffside jungle was new.

She approached warily, bow in hand—until she saw the woman who emerged.

Tall. Armored. Blonde hair soaked by the rain, visor cracked, but glowing with feral strength.

Samus Aran.

They exchanged words. Distrust. Tension. Samus aimed her arm cannon; Lara kept her bow drawn. But isolation made allies out of strangers, and soon they stood shoulder to shoulder—Lara explaining the artifact buried in a sunken temple that, according to legend, “opened windows between worlds.”

Samus said nothing, but her eyes sharpened.

She wanted home. Or at least answers.

They spent days navigating thick jungle and sabotaged temples, scavenging salvage from the shipwreck and traps in the ruins. Despite their differences—Lara’s survival instincts, Samus’s military precision—they moved with eerie synchronicity.

Until one humid evening, Lara led them to a waterfall hidden deep in the jungle.

The water was crystal clear, cascading from high above and forming a natural basin. The jungle buzzed with insects and bird calls, the air thick with heat.

“We can rest here,” Lara said, tugging at the straps of her tank top. “You look like you could use it.”

Samus didn’t speak. She just watched Lara strip.

The scars on Lara’s back glinted in the sunlight. Mud streaked her thighs. She stepped beneath the fall and sighed—a soft, feminine sound that curled inside Samus’s chest like smoke.

Samus removed her Zero Suit piece by piece, the black fabric peeling from her damp skin. She felt Lara’s eyes on her body—the lean muscle, the pale curve of her hips, the battle marks she'd long stopped hiding.

They met beneath the waterfall.

Lara brushed wet strands from Samus’s face.

"You're not what I expected."

Samus’s voice was low, husky. “Neither are you.”

Their lips met. It wasn’t gentle. It was starved—as if both had gone far too long without touch, without softness, without someone seeing past the armor and survivalist grit.

Lara’s hands roamed Samus’s waist, gripping her ass as their bodies pressed under the torrent. Samus lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the slick stone, water cascading down her back.

Their mouths didn’t separate. Tongues danced. Hands explored. Groans echoed through the canopy.

Lara gasped when Samus’s fingers slipped between her thighs—already slick with arousal and water.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” Samus whispered, breath hot against her neck. “Since we met.”

Lara arched her back, moaning. “You’re one to talk.”

Samus’s fingers worked her expertly, stroking, teasing, curling inside until Lara was panting and clawing at her back. She came hard, trembling, legs wrapped tight around Samus’s waist.

But it didn’t end there.

Lara slid down, kneeling in the water, hands guiding Samus’s hips forward. Her tongue traced slow, deliberate patterns, and when she sucked softly on Samus’s clit, the bounty hunter shuddered, hand gripping the cliff wall for balance.

They switched positions. Touched. Explored. Tasted.

It was primal. It was needed.

And when they collapsed beside the waterfall, bare and panting, Lara rested her head on Samus’s shoulder.

“I still want that artifact,” Samus murmured.

Lara smiled, brushing her fingers along Samus’s thigh.

“Then I guess we’ll need another bath when we find it.”