Lara’s education begins

Lara could feel her fingertips tapping against the top of her thigh as she played with the thought of reaching out with her hand and wrapping it round Yoaxcl’s cock. Was he expecting her to get him hard and take his cock in her mouth? In truth, although she did find Yoaxcl extremely attractive, he was in good shape despite his greying hair and weathered face, with only a small amount of fat on his otherwise rock-hard stomach, there was something about him that annoyed her. Since his appearance and the calm, confident manner in which he handled his nudity around her was keeping her pussy wet and her nipples stiff, it seemed deeply unfair that his dick remained more soft than hard, almost as though she considered its limp state insulting. Then, much to Lara’s disappointment, Yoaxcl took a step back, bringing his fuckpiece further away from her lips before she’d even gotten a chance to place them against its fat, purple crown.

“Come with me, please,” Yoaxcl motioned towards the hut’s exit. Getting up on her feet, Lara glanced towards her panties and considered slipping them on. Something about the way in which Yoaxcl was looking at her expectantly caused her to chose not to, however, and she instead turned back towards him.

“The men that were with me, where there any survivors?” Lara asked, looking all around her and seeing no one around other than Namacuix as she stepped out of the hut behind Yoaxcl.

“One, we found him just outside the temple,” Yoaxcl replied, stopping so he and Lara were talking right next to the hut, a little under fifteen metres away from Namacuix, who now put aside his bow and began observing the naked Lara with keen interest, “His name is Ortega.”

“May I see him?”

“Later,” Yoaxcl promised, “But for now, you must stay here and learn how to withstand Lacatha’s corruption.”

“You really believe in that?”

“Oh yes…” Yoaxcl nodded his head, “You saw something happen to the other men in the temple, did you not?”

“They turned on each other.”

“Of course they did, such is the curse. To go near the staff is to be pulled between Xzolotecl and Lacatha, between light and dark. If you fail, you will be destroyed.”

“And now the staff is out of your hands.”

“Yes.”

“The man who stole it from me, why didn’t you stop him?” Lara asked.

“Xzolotecl told me not to.”

“Xzolotecl? How?”

“He came to me in a dream, to tell me that you would come and that the staff would be taken from you,” Yoaxcl explained, then shrugged his shoulders, “And besides, we know who the man is working for, and your St. James will find that out too.”

“And did your god tell you that too?” Lara couldn’t help sounding quite sarcastic.

“Please, Miss Croft, not all guardians live in our villages,” Yoaxcl grinned.

“No, few seem to live here at all,” Lara looked around again at the largely deserted village, “Most places like this, there are always children running around and old people looking after them.”

“Ah, but this is one of the warrior villages,” Yoaxcl said, “Closer to the temple. To leave our young ones closer to the influence of someone who feasts on sexual shame and passions would not be the greatest of ideas, no?”

“I suppose not,” Lara admitted, “sexual shame?”

“Lacatha’s favourite way of perverting his victims, to prod at their sexuality and find out their most hidden lusts, then use those against them.”

“And this is why you all seem to be promiscuous nudists, to fight this influence?”

“It sounds absurd, I know, but it seems to work. And anyway, it’s tradition.” With that, Yoaxcl placed one hand on Lara’s shoulder and got her to walk alongside him as they made their way towards the apparent centre of the small village, where Namacuix stood up as his chief and the beautiful stranger approached.

“Namacuix, this is Lara,” Yoaxcl has switched from English to his native tongue, making her name stick out as Lara made the switch back to such a radically different language than her own, and turned his attention back to her, “You speak our language, yes?”

“Yes,” Lara nodded, then returned Namacuix’s big, friendly smile with a slightly shy one of her own.

“Good,” Yoaxcl looked to Namacuix again, “Namacuix, Lara is our guest. I want you to escort her to the waterfall.”

Namacuix nodded and scrutinized Lara’s naked, oil-covered form again. When he saw her looking him over as well, another smile formed on his lips, making Lara feel almost giddy.

“I thought you’d might like to get cleaned up a little, Miss Croft,” Yoaxcl had now switched back to English.

“Yes, thank you.” Lara replied as Namacuix disappeared into the nearest hut, returning a few seconds later with the left one of his big, strong-looking hands clutching a clay jar.

“Come with me,” with his other hand, Namacuix grabbed a loose hold of Lara’s wrist, and Yoaxcl nodded his head when she looked towards him.

Thus, Lara allowed herself to be led off into the jungle by a stark naked hunk of a man, walking one step behind him and having a hard time to keep her gaze from drifting down towards his ass.

“Were you one of the men who found me?” Lara asked a little later, as she now walked beside Namacuix on what amounted to an irregular path in the dense jungle, him having let go of her wrist as they left the village.

“Yes,” Namacuix replied. He had made no comment on it, but since they’d set off, his cock had hardened and swollen, being almost at full mast as it stood out in front of them as if pointing out the direction that they should move in. As for Lara, she remained in the state of confused but deeply felt arousal that she’d found herself in ever since waking up, and when she raised her right leg to step over a log that blocked the path, she could her own juices clinging to the inside of her thigh.

“Thank you.”

At this, Namacuix stopped to look straight at Lara, before shooting her a big and friendly, if slightly nonplussed, smile and shrugging his shoulders, as if to say that there was little else that he could have done.

They set off again, and now Lara began to hear a soft murmur from up ahead, the faint sound growing a little louder with each step until the jungle suddenly stopped and was replaced by a sloping shoreline in front of a small, crystalline lake with steep cliffs rising up on its far side. While Lara stopped to admire the serene beauty of the lake, the clear water of which seeming to make the air around cooler and easier to breathe, Namacuix took another step forwards and pulled up the cork lid of the jar that he’d been carrying. Turning around, he held the jar up for Lara to examine, and she could see that it contained a pale orange substance that looked like it was straddling the border between being liquid and solid.

“It’s soap, animal fat and herbs,” Namacuix explained, “to help you wash all the oil off you.”

“All of it?” Lara broke out into a naughty smile as she recalled Yolihuani oiling up her asshole. At this point, the recurring nervousness that Lara had experienced was finally being replaced by something else, something based in the realisation that she currently was single and on her own in a secluded part of the world, had just survived something that might very well have led to her ****, and had for company a ruggedly handsome man who thus far at least seemed as unlikely to mistreat her as he was to put on a pair of pants. She still didn’t know what to make of Yoaxcl’s claims of a curse or something that needed to be countered, but there was definitely something very, very appealing about the idea of just allowing herself to have a bit of naughty, sexy fun and perhaps live out a few of her long held fantasies.

Thus, it was with an excited little smile that she followed Namacuix in wading out into the lake.