Lara responds, but is interrupted

Soon after she’d begun responding to the kiss, Lara’s hands were travelling up and down Yolihuani’s side, finally making the native woman moan into her mouth when she grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and gave both of them a firm squeeze. Her heart racing, Lara steered her right hand in between Yolihuani’s thighs, coming for her pussy from above and behind and cooing at how wet it was, rubbing two fingers up and down between her labia while Yolihuani responded by pressing her lips tighter still against Lara’s and wriggling her hips.

Curling back one finger, Lara could feel her wrist tremble a little from the nerves as she steered her hand upwards from Yolihuani’s slit and onto her asshole, being surprised at how much wider it felt in comparison with her own hole before recollecting that Yolihuani had been taken anally only minutes earlier, with Lara watching in secret.

“Yes…” Yolihuani gasped, breaking off the kiss and raising her head so Lara could see the excited grin on her face when she plunged her index finger past her sphincter to the first knuckle, and pressing her crotch downwards onto Lara’s belly to start rubbing her slit against it while Lara shifted her wrist and began to push her finger further in whilst rubbing the rest of the digits of that hand against the curvature of Yolihuani’s asscrack.

Attacking Yolihuani’s throat with her lips, Lara started showering it with kisses while growing bolder and bolder in how she worked that sole digit in and out of Yolihuani’s anus. Again, Lara’s mind was overwhelmed by erotic fantasies, this time of Yolihuani on her hands and knees, facing away from her as Lara licked her way back and forth between her pussy and asshole, eagerly pleasuring both her holes.

No doubt, something like that would have happened, if not for the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat nearby. Turning their heads in the direction of the door, Lara and Yolihuani saw a man standing there. But their reactions to his presence differed. While Yolihuani seemed completely unashamed at being found writhing on top of another woman, her pussy juicing and her asshole clasped around Lara’s finger, Lara reverted to her normal self and was overcome by the pressing need to cover herself up, something that was very hard to do with Yolihuani on top of her.

As for the man, he looked a lot like Namacuix and Tonauac, though he was taller than the latter and older than either of them, with plenty of grey in his black hair. He was also completely naked, save for a gold medallion that hung down between his pecs from a chain round his neck, and quite hung. In fact, as Lara’s gaze made its way to the newcomer’s crotch far more quickly than she would have liked to admit, she found herself thinking that the man’s flaccid cock looked like it was easily seven or eight inches long, if not longer still, with its foreskin not connecting with its large, clublike crown. Nor could she fail to notice how it dangled down in front of a pair of beefy, furry balls.

“Daughter,” the man looked at Yolihuani and offered her a wry smile, apparently completed unbothered at his own nakedness or the situation that he’d found her in, “I see you’ve been taking good care of our guest.”

“Yes, father,” Yolihuani smiled first at the man who was apparently her father, then at Lara. Straightening her back and starting to climb off Lara, she stopped and giggled at Lara’s failure to extract her finger from her asshole. Her cheeks burning, Lara did just that, and used her arms to cover herself once Yolihuani was on the floor next to her.

“I’m glad to hear it,” the man said, raising an eyebrow at Lara’s behaviour but saying nothing about either that, or the way in which her eyes were fixed firmly on his crotch, “Though perhaps you should leave us.”

“Yes, father,” Yolihuani managed to get Lara’s attention, and grinned at her before getting up on her feet and offering her a friendly “I’ll see you later,” before making her way out of the hut, leaving Lara alone with the man, her palms quite wet and her throat rather parched as she kept on trying to avoid staring at his cock.

“You’re the one who took the staff of Xzolotecl from the temple,” the man said, in cultured but accented English, as he stepped closer to Lara.

“Yes,” A confused Lara admitted, while sitting up on her ass, bringing her face closer to the man’s cock while she kept one hand in front of her pussy and one arm covering her tits as the thought raced through her mind that if she’d inhaled deeply, her tits would brush against the man’s cockhead. She knew she should be worried about what might happen to her, but it was hard to keep her mind on that when she found herself in such a surreal situation.

“Congratulations,” the man broke out into a smile as he dropped down on his haunches, bringing himself to roughly the same height as Lara, “Few have made it out of there alive, and no one with the staff.”

“I… I lost it though,” Lara replied, trying to pretend that she hadn't rubbed her hand against her bald sex whilst observing how the man’s cockend touched the floor as it hung limp between his legs.

“I know,” the man replied, seemingly oblivious to Lara’s ogling him, “My men saw the man who took it.”

“Your men?”

“Yolihuani’s too humble…” the man chuckled, “She didn’t tell you she’s the chief’s daughter?”

“No,” Lara shook her head, “You’re the chief?”

“Yes, I’m the chief of the tribe that guards Lacatha,” the man smiled again, “Though recently, I’m not sure we’re doing a good job of it.”

“Lacatha?”

“The perverter of men’s minds, the dark brother of Xzolotecl and his mortal enemy. It is said that they will fight again, and this battle will determine the fate of the world.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Lara muttered.

“No, it does not,” the man agreed, “But Xzolotecl will be aided by his champion, the one who initiated the final battle by proving himself, or herself, worthy by freeing the staff from its prison.”

“Me?” Now it was time for Lara’s eyebrows to rise.

“Afraid so,” the man replied, again with a thin, wry smile, then looked over Lara’s form, “Why do you keep your hands like that?”

“Sorry?”

“Your hands, why do you keep them like that?” From the man’s expression, Lara suspected that he already knew, but still hesitated, unsure of how to formulate her answer.

“In the temple, there were three passages, each with a mirror,” the man suddenly seemed to change the subject, “What did the first one show?”

“Me, clad in golden armour,” Lara eventually replied.

“And the third?”

“I was some sort of monster or something. All pale and bestial.”

“And the second?”

“I, I was naked…”

“And?” The man pressed Lara, gently and calmly.

“I, I was playing with myself. Sexually…”

“Ah…” The man nodded, “That explains a lot, Miss Croft.”

“You know who I am?”

“Of course, I’d be a fool not to have heard of one of the world’s greatest explorers.”

“Where, where did you learn English like that?” Lara asked, relieved to steer the conversation in a different direction, and beginning to feel silly at covering herself with her hands.

“Oxford.”

“Oxford? Did you dress like that then too?” Inspired by the absurdity of the situation, and the current conversation, Lara couldn’t help but make a joke.

“No, England’s cold enough as it was!” the man chuckled, “And I apologize for my poor manners. I’m Yoaxcl, Miss Lara Croft.”

“A pleasure,” Lara smiled, both from relief at apparently not being in any immediate danger, and at her own behaviour for stealing a glance at Yoaxcl’s schlong and noting that it seemed to at least be getting a little hard, its head no longer pointing straight down at the ground. This left her both pleased and strangely disappointed with herself.

“Miss Croft, your hands…” Yoaxcl said.

“Yes?”

“Would you please remove them?”

Taking a deep breath, Lara began to pull her left arm away from her chest. She did so very slowly, and couldn’t decide whether it was due to modesty or a desire to tease Yoaxcl and get some sort of reaction from him. But although he did watch very closely as first Lara’s right, then her left nipple came into view as her arm slid back to her side, Yoaxcl said and did nothing.

Hesitating further, Lara took a deep breath that made her round, heavy tits jiggle where they sat, exposed and unsupported high on her chest, and retracted her other hand from her hairless sex. Not knowing what to do with it, she rested that hand on her thigh and looked at Yoaxcl.

“The mirrors,” Yoaxcl shot her another thin, benevolent smile, “You want to know what they meant?”

“What?”

“The first one was what you think you must be. The third… what you will become if Lacatha’s triumphant. And the second…” Yoaxcl paused and scanned Lara’s body, “What you must become.”

“I’m… what do you mean?”

“Lacatha perverts the hearts and minds of men, he uses your fears, your passions and your hidden lusts against you to corrupt you. Greed for gold or for power, the tendency towards rage or lust, whatever your passions are, if you’re not in control of them, Lacatha can use them to twist you until that is all that is left of you.”

“And you, Miss Croft,” Yoaxcl stood up to tower over a still sitting Lara, whose gaze shifted to his cock as it hung in front of her face, “You are afraid of your own body.”