Lara in the Temple of the Dragon God

Lara is lost in the feverish heat of the intoxicating gol-juice and still quivering with the force of her orgasm. She drops heavily to her knees, her naked body shuddering with the impact, and the two cultists, Migl and Palo, close in around her.

Migl's cock, like his body, is long and lean. Palo, wanking his manhood in Lara's face, has a massive member beneath the paunch of his brown belly. The fat bulb of his cockhead glistens with his precum and the distinct musk of frequent sex clings to both men.

Why not? She almost laughs at the thought. With the gol-juice pounding through her blood, she finally understands the constant desire to rut like beasts. Her pale flesh is marked red here and there where they smacked her shapely body and her nipples, thick and red from being sucked, throb with the heat of her lust. She knows that they recognize her, that they just want to humiliate her, and in the thrall of the gol-juice that knowledge only makes her yearn all the more to be used by these brutish cultists.

"Let me suck them," she pants. "I must... mmmm... taste your cocks!"

"Listen to pretty British girl," chuckles Palo as he wanks his cock in her face. "She needs more."

"I have more for you," says Migl and he wags his cock in her face as well.

Lara grabs hold of both men and can hardly contain her desire. She stuffs Migl's slender manmeat into her eager mouth, taking him into her throat with surprising ease as she wanks Palo's fat meat. Migl groans with peasure and grabs her head by her ponytail. He uses this as a handle to make her bob on his cock. She gurgles and drools around his musky manhood, doing her best to service him as he begins to fuck her mouth.

Paolo grunts something in their guttural Izkan language and Migl pulls his cock out of Lara's sucking mouth. She gasps as he pulls his hardness away from her lips, strands of spit connecting her mouth to his cock for a moment longer. She whimpers and looks longingly at Migl's spit-covered cock. The gaunt cultist releases his grip on her hair and Paolo immediately asserts control, directing her mouth to his glistening purple cockhead nearly the size and color of a large, ripe plum.

To Lara, her eyes lidded with lust and her body aflame with desire, Paolo's fat cock looks as sweet as a Christmas pudding. She gives his bulging bellend a proper lick from the underside to the slit at the tip, tasting his musky manhood and the salty-sweet wetness of his precum. 

He runs his fingers in her hair and tilts her head back, thrusting the underside of his shaft along her open mouth and offered tongue. His musky scent is pungent and arousing. He dips his fat, rather hairy bollocks into the tomb raider's eager mouth and she sucks at him wantonly and wanks his fat cock. Such an act would have gagged her with disgust only minutes before, but now she slurps loudly and sucks at his sweat-salted stones as if they contain an impossible treasure.

"Good slut," chuckles Palo, caressing her almost gently as she tongues and sucks his bollocks. "Maybe I take you for my slave. Put you in tent and keep you in bed."

"Don't think the boss will like this," says Migl.

The two cultists exchange curses in their Izkan language. Lara smiles dopily, licking her way back up Palo's cock and wrapping her lips around his cockhead. Her eagerness to suck his fat manhood distracts him from his argument. He lets out a deep groan and watches as the tomb raider stretches her soft lips and takes his thick meat to the back of her throat. Taking him deeper is not a possibility, since he is so monstrously thick, but she gamely bobs up and down on what she can suck and massages the rest with her hand. It is a skilled blowjob enhanced by her gol-juiced lust.

The gorgeous tomb raider's unseemly cock worship is interrupted by Migl, who demands similar attention for his long, stiff manhood. Palo allows Lara to be pulled away from his cock to service Migl's twitching hardness. She makes sure to keep one hand on Palo's hardness, wanking his fat fucktool as she deep throats Migl's slender member. Her head bobs, her throat fluttering around Migl's cock, her eyes nearly closed with lust and effort, and her ponytail bouncing beween her shoulderblades.

"She suck cock... like city whore," pants Migl, grabbing her head with both hands and fucking down her throat. "Going to make... make the seed of... ahhhHHHHH!"

He slams his hips against her, bouncing his bollocks against her chin as he rams every throbbing centimeter of his cock between her lips. His length pulses in her throat and a warmth begins to pour down to her belly. She feels every twitch of Migl's hard cock, her eyes watering as he empties his cum straight down her clutching throat. She swallows around him and tries to control her breathing so he does not suffocate her in his dank pubic hair.

"You shoot out seed already?" Palo laughs, reminding Lara to stroke his spit-lubed cock.

"Lara whore is too good," chuckles Migl. "I go again. Give me time."

He pulls his cock out of her throat without warning and steps back from her, his manhood already drooping as it drips with the mucus of her throat. The taste of cum seems to smear across her tongue and lips. She licks it away and craves more. Lara gasps for breath and turns back to Palo, eager to drink his seed hot from those hairy bollocks. Before she can get her lips around his thick fucktool, Palo pushes her away.

"No, I fuck you now. In ass." He points to a small, grimy pile of straw. It reeks of sweat and sex and is probably the spot the two guards use for most of their leisure time. She crawls on her hands and knees over to the straw. Her arsehole is still damp from being licked by Palo and it clenches reflexively as the potbellied warrior follows behind her. He gives her plump bottom a few good smacks. She yelps plaintively at each impact, but the throbbing heat of the smacks sends pulses of desire through her body. Her pussy is slick and almost dripping with her nectar.

She reaches the straw and drops her shoulders and breasts into the scratchy pile. She looks back at Palo over her shoulder and arched back. She even reaches a hand back to spread her bum apart and offer up her perfect pink arsehole for him. 

He's not much of a man to look at, but that huge cock holds her eyes. A finger up the bum is generally enough for Lara, but at his moment she needs the brutish cultist's fat cock rammed deep in her arse. She needs it as bad as anything. Worse, she isn't even sure it is the gol-juice that is making her crave such a thing.

"Fuck me," she whimpers, her arsehole clenching with her tension.

A crooked, grisly grin spreads across the cultist's face. He slowly wanks his cock, stepping very close behind her and letting the underside of his tip and shaft rub against Lara's bum. He smears precum from one mound to the other and between them, dragging his slick cock over her clenching arsehole.

"Do it," she gasps, rocking her hips with need.

Palo slaps a meaty hand on Lara's left buttock, spreading her bum even wider, and presses the glistening head of his cock to the pink knot of her arsehole. She sucks in a breath and holds it as his blunt tip against her tender clench. It takes a moment of pressure and building pain, but the cultist's desire proves greater than her body's resistance. With a sudden lurch his cockhead pushes past her tight ring. Her eyes go wide in shock as Palo drives his thick cock up her arse. Each moment he seems to reach his limit and still there is more to plunge deeper into Lara's stretched hole.

"Oh, hell, it's a big one," she moans.

"You too tight," he scolds, giving her bum a hard smack. "Relax, white woman, I teach you how to get ass fucked."

Palo grabs her slender waist and pulls her plush bottom back against him, driving every bit of his cock up her arse. She can scarcely breathe as he leans into her, guiding her motions with his hands tight around her waist and his hips pumping his cock in and out of her clenching passage. She pushes up on her hands and her ample breasts swing beneath her with each grunting thrust of Palo's cock. He seems to swell inside her, growing larger and larger, his weight bearing down on her from behind and his cock driving in and out of her arse, lubricated only with spit and precum.

"AAAaaaaah!" Lara cries with pain and pleasure, thrusting a hand between her toned thighs and two fingers into her steamy cunt. She fucks herself as Palo nearly mounts her ass. He proves quite physically strong, squatting above and behind her, his hands moving to her lower back as he fucks her arse from slightly above. This seems to allow his cock even deeper into her stretched hole. She can no longer stand the pressure, her ass clenching with the sudden spasms of her pleasure as an orgasm explodes through her body. She can feel it in the grip of her pucker against his thrusting shaft and the squeeze of her pussy against her thrusting, cum-slicked fingers.

"Yes! Take it! Take seeeeed!" Palo bellows with almost bestial pleasure, hammering his cock deep into Lara's pained pucker, and exploding deep into her bowels. Hot cum fills her arse and her body responds by milking his spurting cock with more contractions. He empties his bollocks deep in her arse and pulls out slowly. He holds her bum spread with both hands and watched the lewd sight of his cum gurgling out of her raw-fucked arsehole. The shame of his cum dripping from her arse only makes Lara crave more.

"More," she moans, her lust-mad gaze landing on Migl and his stiff cock.

"No, is enough," growls Palo, giving her a punishing smack on her bum. She looks up at him and pouts her lower lip. "The priest of the dragon god will want to see you. Maybe he let you have more fun with us, but he will want to see you."

Vargas, she realizes, but she is too drunk on lust to resist them with much more than a few feeble protests. They stand her up and Palo tightly ties her wrists behind her back.

Migl picks up Lara's clothing and weapons and Palo marches her, nude and dripping with his cum, up the grand staircase and past several guards in jaguar headdresses. She can hear the beating of drums growing louder with each step, seeming to mirror the pounding of her heart as the gol-juice begins to wear off and her fear begins to reassert itself. A strange incense fills the air and the glow of many torches lights the altar of the temple of Yotzl in shimmering red and gold. A dozen seated drummers beat their tribal drums and a relaxed rhythm, their hands muted against the taut drumheads. An ancient dragon, carved into a massive stone, overlooks the flat altar large enough to accommodate ten sacrifices at once. The ancient blood stains are still visible on the stone surface.

"Lara Croft!" The voice comes through the haze of smoke and torchlight and Vargas steps forward.

He wears the dragon headdress, priceless and jeweled with gold and rubies. He seems giant and nearly naked, though he wears a robe that hangs open over his toned body. His cock dangles free, a golden band of virility clamped around its base. Lara sucks in a breath at the sight of Vargas nude and barely suppresses a second gasp of surprise when she sees Sam walking beside him. Sam's per breasts are exposed and daubed in red pigment, her nipples erect and her eyes heavy with lust. She wears a golden serpent band around her neck and the eyes of the serpent seems to glow. Lara's gaze travels down over Sam's toned abdomen to the hairless mound of her pussy.

"Vargas," growls Lara. "Let her... go."

"Go?" Vargas slips an arm around Sam and pulls her closer. "She is our guest of honor. She is to give birth to Yotzl. The dragon will be made to fly again."

"Still believing... superstition?"

"I believe in the real gods," growls Vargas, stepping forward. He eyes Lara's naked body and cuts a glance at his men. "I hope my followers were not too rough. You are an honored guest now too. Why, you could even participate in our little ritual."

"I'm going to kill you," hisses Lara through clenched teeth.

"Perhaps," says Vargas. "Or perhaps, like your friend here, you will learn to love me. And want to remain to fulfill your purpose."

Lara's eyes blaze with anger. She stares with hatred at Vargas and snarls, "You're insane, Vargas! You've killed dozens and enslaved..."

Lara's words trail off as she realizes Sam has stepped very close. The beautiful young woman, with her dark hair like shimmering ink in the torchlit room, slides a hand over Lara's shoulders. Sam leans very close, her lips almost touching Lara's.

"I am going to marry the great priest," she murmurs. "You can marry him too. We can be his brides."

"I will..." Lara finds herself getting lost in Sam's dark eyes. Vargas approaches Lara from behind and gently wraps a serpent collar around her neck. The clasp closes and the serpent's red eyes seem to glow. At once, her fear and anger fade, replaced with a general sense of well-being. It is not like the hazy, hot feelings of the gol-juice. Somehow, this collar is controlling her thoughts, clarifying her mind that... Vargas is right. The dragon god must be reborn. Vargas is the one true priest.

"I want to be your bride," she says to him, laughing at the realization.

"Yes, you see it now," says Vargas, stroking Lara's cheek as he walks around to stand with Sam. "But you are not quite ready to be my bride. First, Samantha will cleanse you properly."

Sam takes Lara's hands, smiling sensually as she leads Lara away from the grisly altar and to a steaming dark pool behind the dragon carving. Sam sheds her robe, revealing the perky roundness of her firm bottom as she walks ahead of Lara, down the steps and into the steaming pool. The water has a strong mineral scent that is not completely covered with a flowery perfumed oil that shimmers atop the pool. Lara moans with pleasure as she sinks down into the water and into Sam's embrace.

They kiss as lovers, their mouths open and honest and their tongues as eager as ever, one for the other. Sam's hand moves beneath the water, between Lara's legs, and Sam gently probes her with delicate fingers.

"You have not been totally defiled," gasps Sam.

"Are you going to finish the defiling for me?" Lara asks hopefully.

"No, I am here to cleanse you," says Sam, guiding Lara to the edge of the pool. "Thoroughly."

Her hands massage and wash and caress Lara beneath the water as her kiss devours Lara's lips. Sam is more eager than ever. Her lips explore Lara's breasts and her hot tongue flicks at Lara's tender nipples. Her fingers probe Lara's well fucked ass and Lara groans with relief to feel the cleansing water wash her of Palo's filth. Sam finally lifts the beautiful tomb raider onto the edge of the pool. Lara looks into her eyes and Sam spreads Lara's shapely thighs.

"A thorough cleansing," says Sam as her kiss descends to the freshly-bathed mound of Lara's cunt. 

Lara knows Vargas is there, watching, and she cups her own breasts and plays with her nipples as he observes. The pleasure of Sam's practiced tongue drives her swiftly to an orgasm. She combs her fingers into Sam's dark hair. Lara rocks her hips and fucks against Sam's tongue as her pleasure rises to a throbbing peak. The tosses back her head, her wet hair unbound and falling against her back, her breasts heaving with each shock of pleasure. Sam moans as she licks and sucks at Lara's pussy and Vargas observes, patiently, his cock rising to full prominence at the sight of Lara and Sam locked in pleasure.

The warm bath and Sam's tongue have thoroughly cleansed Lara, but the tomb raider has not had her fill of her young friend. Lara slips back into the water, kissing and embracing Sam, guiding her to the side of the pool closer to Vargas. They slide out together upon the stones, Sam sprawling in her taut and glistening glory and Lara climbing over top of her, to straddle Sam's pretty face and present her bum and quim for Sam's tongue. As Sam begins to lick, Lara's face descends between Sam's thighs and she tastes the hairless flower of Sam's pussy.

"Yes," chuckles Vargas. "Enjoy one another, my brides. Your pleasure will be all the sweeter when you have my cock between you."

He steps closer and Lara looks up at him as she fucks Sam's tight channel with her fingers. She craves Vargas and his huge cock more than almost anything, but Sam's flicking tongue draws her attention back to the task at hand. She drops her head once more between Sam's thighs and begins eagerly licking and sucking at Sam's pussy. The sweetness of Sam's nectar drives her ardor almost as much as the pleasure of Sam probing Lara's pussy with her tongue and Lara's ass with a finger.

They are joined in a Sapphic ouroborus, forming a serpent of tongues and fingers pleasuring pussies and arses. They roll onto their sides and continue, their bodies rippling as Vargas observes, his cock hard and eager to claim his brides. To take them upon the sacrificial altar and finally resurrect the true god of dragons.

Lara and Sam cry out in a mutual orgasm, the sounds of their pleasure meets the rising thump of the drums. It is almost time for the ritual to begin...

To be concluded!