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Lying, panting, **** to her surroundings, Lara slumped in joyful bliss, recuperating from her interlude with the triad. Its powers marveled Lara, who still didn't know its full potential. All she knew, was that her body felt as if it had reached the heavens, and she was now floating on pillowy clouds, slowly drifting back to mortal earth. Her cum covered body lay in a comatose state as the sticky semen dried and caked upon her skin, matted her hair, and pasted her eyes closed. It was so easy for Lara to drift to sleep in this post-orgasmic state.

It was so easy, that Lara almost did fall asleep, that is until the ominous clap of thunder overhead, startled her awake, shaking the ground beneath her. Using her fingers to dig the substance covering her eyes away, Lara peered to the skies, only to notice that the once moonlit night had quickly transformed into a swirl of dark gray and blackness, lit up only by the intermittent flash of light associated with the roar of the thunder.

Lara scrambled, thankful for the energy the new-found nectar had given her, gathering up her belongings, shoving the glorious green gem back into the sack. By the time she had her belongings gathered up, the skies had opened up and the rain came pouring down upon her. There was nowhere for Lara to go to get out of the torrential teeming of rain.

Seeing no other option, Lara headed towards the airstrip once again. Upon reaching the top of the gorge, her feet now caked in mud, Lara surveyed the area. It would be too risky going to the main building, for fear that's where everyone would congregate in a storm like this, if there were any inhabitants in this seemingly deserted area. It was then that she spotted a small outpost at the near end of the landing strip. It was no larger than an outhouse, four clapboard walls and a corrugated tin roof. Quickly, but carefully, Lara made her way to the small building, noting that it was indeed unoccupied. She threw open the door, ready to surprise any possible inhabitants seeking shelter, but found none.

With a sense and a sigh of relief, Lara tossed all her belongings inside the small space, in an effort to keep things as dry as possible. Noting that the rain was still coming down at a substantial rate, and that it was a rather warm rain, Lara circled the shack to the back and took note how the rainwater was pouring off the roof. Without any hesitation or thought, Lara stepped beneath the running water and let it completely douse her. This was the closest thing she'd have to a real shower before boarding her jet, Lara thought.

The water landed on her head and cascaded down over her body as she stood there motionless. Lara ran her fingers through the silken trusses, which felt more like glue at this moment. Little by little, Lara separated the hairs that had fused together, repeatedly combing her fingers to find more ends that needed to be freed. Satisfied that her hair was going to be as clean as she could get it at this point, Lara turned and faced the building, allowing the water to splash down upon her face, much like the creamy cum had earlier. She allowed some of the earthly fluid into her mouth, swishing it around before spitting it out. Without the benefit of some fragrant scented soap, Lara used her hands to clean the remnants of her sexual escapade from her face, clearing the caked mess that had settled in the corners of her eyes, much like the sands of sleep in the early morning. She continued on, running them over her cheeks and neck, her shoulders and down each arm, ensuring that her skin was returning to normal. Unable to reach her back, Lara focused on her chest, afraid that any attention to her breasts would ignite renewed passion from within. She tentatively and lightly ran her hands along the sides and abdomen, before bringing them up between the twin orbs. There were no tingling sensations, no electrical sparks, no feelings of excitement building within, So Lara continued. She ran her hands over, under and around the pliable flesh with mechanical purpose, rinsing the flesh clean. Relieved that she had made it this far, Lara continued on with relative ease, letting the water splash down onto her sex as her hands parted the flowery folds, cleaning her inside as well as outside, as best as possible. Turning around, Lara allowed the rain water to wash her ass and her puckered hole as her hands reached back to pry apart the muscular cheeks. Lifting each leg, Lara finished off, cleaning herself completely under the warm rain, before circling back around and into the cramped, dry, and warm quarters.

Lara reached into the pouch that had been on her arm and produced one of the glow sticks. Snapping the small tube and shaking it, Lara searched the small area and was surprised to find a blanket roll standing in the corner, Wrapped around it was a black leather belt, which Lara undid. She unfurled the blanket onto the makeshift floor, consisting of nothing more than a few pallets nailed together. Clearing enough space, Lara managed to sit in the corner and stretch her legs towards the opposite corner, her feet touching the other walls. Shifting and adjusting for a few minutes, Lara was able to keep some of the blanket beneath her, and wrap the other bit over her outstretched legs. Leaning back into the corner, Lara rested her head, with her torso completely exposed to the environment. She was going to wait out the storm before continuing on.

While Lara sat there, she now had some free time to think and contemplate on the events that had transpired, something she hadn't really had a chance to do, since this journey had begun. Staring at the green glowing tube, Lara was taken back to her predicament in the boathouse, not quite sure why or how she made the correct decision to shove the stick into her pussy, of all places? Her mind flitted to all the sexual escapades she had encountered and endured since embarking on this quest. While she was completely aware of the sexual nature of the quest, she had no idea how intense, or even how liberating, the journey would make her feel.

Lara spent some time thinking about the statues, the ceremony, and Ariel; how each of them had such a profound effect upon her, awakening feelings and emotions that Lara never knew existed within her own body. Each time, Lara had been taken to a new plateau, a new world, new horizons being explored for the very first time. While Lara never considered herself vanilla, the past few days had changed that perspective as far as sex was concerned. She wondered, with a bit of worry, whether she was truly prepared for the remainder of this expedition.

What was of real concern, however, was the increasing comfort level Lara had in her nudity. She had always been aware of her figure and the effect it had on men around her. Her lush, full lips, her full ripe breasts, her narrow waist and wide hips, her long lithe legs, her toned, full ass, and even her long, thick hair, seemed to draw the undue attention of men around her. She knew what they were always thinking. She knew what they wanted. There was little doubt, she used all that to her advantage when squaring off with a foe, or when gaining favor. But she never openly flaunted her body, exposing it in its full naked glory as she had during this past escapade. It was difficult enough for her to obtain such rare artifacts, but to do so in the nude was absolutely ludicrous. Yet Lara wondered how she could withstand the urges constantly sweeping through her body, yet remained clothed in a decent and respectable manner? She also worried if she'd be able to walk around the Croft mansion comfortably anymore, given that Devon had access to every part of her residence. She could not imagine his reaction to seeing her parade naked through the house, swimming in the pool, or exercising in the courtyard without any clothing on. She did not know how she'd be able to manage, and it began to bother her.

She sat idly in the cramped quarters, listening to the music of the storm play out upon the tin roof. The claps of thunder were offering a nice bass beat, mixing with the whistle of the wind. Her eyes constantly looked over her meager arsenal and the satchel containing her prized possession. Knowing there were still several hours until morning, Lara's hands reached for the bag, her hands immediately finding and wrapping around the shaft. She pulled it closer to her side and was about to open it up, fingers already entwined within the string keeping it closed. Then with an exasperated sigh, she pulled her hand away, bringing it to her mouth so she could chew on the nail nervously.

She had been totally consumed with the presence of this artifact in her possession. She needed to fight the urges, to keep them at bay, to stave them off until the time was appropriate for her to indulge. This is what she kept telling herself. But ever since cleaning herself off in the rain water, Lara admittedly felt a sense of emptiness slowly overtake her being. The only thought Lara was able to generate, were thoughts of being filled with, not only the impressive specimen of pure manhood, but also being filled with the magical contents of its inner being. Now alone in the darkness, Lara felt as if her greatest battle, would be ignoring the growing need from within.

Lara had been fighting the battle, her resolution quickly fading away as she tried everything imaginable to resist temptation. She sat on her hands, bit her fingers, chewed her lips, anything she could think of, in order to keep herself from reaching into the bag and producing the green masterpiece, that she knew would fix all her problems … at least for the time being.

Lara had been concentrating so long and so hard on resisting, that she never noticed the thunder fade or the rain stop. She never took notice of the sound of waking creatures of the forests that surrounded her. It wasn't until the building rumbled, nearly falling apart as a jet flew at an extremely low altitude, directly above her head, that Lara was shaken back to reality. Nearly busting through the door, Lara peered carefully towards the runway, seeing the Lear Jet 35 make a pinpoint landing. The Croft family crest was emblazoned on the side.

Lara nearly ran straight to the jet to meet her crew, but caught herself, realizing she hadn't bothered to put any clothes on. Then realizing what little clothing she did have, she thought it best to remain right where she was, hidden in the shack. Keeping a close eye on the plane, Lara grabbed her few belongings and managed to get dressed in the bra and panties, cinching all her weaponry in place. She grabbed the sack, feeling an instant twitch of excitement race through her body. She was almost home free!

Still not wanting to explain herself to her crew, Lara waited in hiding. She watched as the six men departed from the plane, led by none other than Marcus Hardy. Marcus was the head of Lara's “Security Team.” It was a group of mercenaries that would go in after Lara's adventures, and “clean up” any mess left behind. They were an excellent group of men who could easily create a small army to quell almost any opposition that came Lara's way. Mostly, they just “secured” the treasures and ensured their safe arrival to Croft Estates. Every once in a while, Lara would utilize their assistance in gathering an army to fight another army that prevented her from obtaining her treasure.

Marcus Hardy was one of Lara's personal conquests, and the two have had an on again, off again relationship for quite some time. Their “on again,” time usually lasted no more than one night, consisting of a satisfying fuck fest of rough, animalistic, raw passion. The problem was that neither could stand the others arrogance, and the two would end up arguing over some trivial, inconsequential matter, putting an end to their relationship, for the time being. Seeing Marcus, of course, brought back all those memories for Lara, and she could again, feel the excitement and wetness pooling between her legs as her nipples puckered in excitement.

She would've run into his arms if it hadn't been for the five other cohorts he brought with him. Besides, she didn't want to appear **** and weak. The problem was that all she could think about again, was satisfying the sexual urges quickly rising within her body.

Lara resisted, watching as Marcus and his crew disembarked and got their bearings. They suited up with all their weaponry, ammunition, and communications. Lara overheard Marcus give the orders. “We have the coordinates of the compound that Lara sent. We head out immediately. If we encounter any resistance, we take care of them as usual. Remember, our mission is to secure the compound until the excavation crew arrives, and assist in the smooth transition of the artifacts. Good luck boys, let's go!” Just as they were about to set foot, one of the entourage inquired about the jet. Marcus laughed heartily. I'm sure Miss Croft will be by shortly to take it back home.”

Marcus allowed the men to lead the way. Before following them, he poked his nose towards the sky and inhaled deeply. A smile crossed his face, confident that his sense of smell was still at its peak. The sweet, tart odor wafted past his nostrils, a unique fragrance that he was acutely familiar with. He turned his head upwind, to locate the source. Lara froze, unable to move as Marcus stared in her direction. He kept staring, unable to see her, though she could see him, hidden by the heavy natural growth. He whispered loud enough that Lara could hear, “I'm sure you're already here. Have a nice flight!”

“What'd you say?” One of the mercenaries called out to Marcus.

“Nothing,” Marcus replied, turning away, and focusing his attention in the direction they were heading. “We got a long hike ahead of us.”

Lara remained frozen, for at least ten minutes after Marcus and his men had departed. She couldn't believe that Marcus was able to detect her presence. His keen tracking abilities were second to none, and that's part of what attracted her to him. The two worked well together, and the chemistry was unmistakable. The way he smirked, however, when he looked in her direction, reminded her of the arrogance which she so despised.

Ensuring one last time, that there were no natives around to interfere with her departure, Lara hurriedly raced to the plane and boarded the sleek vessel. Lara disposed of all her belongings onto several seats in the cabin, before settling into the cockpit. Quickly going over the pre-flight checklist and ensuring everything was adequately prepared for her return flight, Lara fired up the jet engines, which did not take long to come to life. She then put on the radio headset. Without wasting any additional precious time, Lara maneuvered the plane to the end of the runway and accelerated along the strip until she became airborn.

Looking out the window, Lara peered into the vast jungle below. She turned the radio frequency to the prescribed setting and called out. “Thank you Marcus. You are such a dear. Be safe, and radio back once you've completed your objective. OUT.” Lara switched off the channel before Marcus had a chance to reply. She returned his previous smirk with one of her own as she climbed the jet to higher altitudes, but not before buzzing over the Franzone compound with boastful glee.

Finally at cruising altitude, Lara set the autopilot for home. It was nearly an eleven hour flight back to London, so she set the alarm for ten hours. The flight pattern had been set and registered, so there would be no traffic for her to worry about. Now with only one last task to entertain, Lara dialed the radio frequency to the Croft mansion. “Croft Freebird One to Croft Base.”

Within a few seconds, Devon's voice came crackling over the radio. “Ah, Lady Lara, I see you're on your way back. I trust it's been a successful trip. According to the weather patterns you should have a clear flight. I will be waiting at the airport when you arrive. Is there anything else I can be of service with during your trip?”

Lara smiled warmly. Devon was always so courteous and thoughtful, not only doing anything Lara asked, but also taking care of the things she didn't ask for. “No Devon. Everything is fine. However, I do insist that you arrange for a rather large cargo ship to set port at Franzone's estate. That'll be the only way to get the large artifacts back.” Devon agreed, and before the communication ended, Lara curtly instructed, “And Devon … You need to be on that ship; you need to oversee the operation. I don't trust anyone else.”

“I understand ma'am. I'll take care of it right away. Have a safe trip. Croft Base out.” Devon knew all too well why Lara wanted him on that ship. It was her way of getting him out of the house, as per her wish earlier. He wasn't about to disobey Lara, but he wasn't about to leave her alone, while the house was being ambushed. He quarreled with himself over the next several hours, determining how to best achieve both goals.

Meanwhile, Lara put the headset down, double-checked the flight path and the instrument panel, and then rose from her seat, stretching her tight limbs as she made her way into the cabin. Stretching out in the soft leather seat, Lara truly relaxed for the first time since the trip began. Now with ten hours or so to spare, Lara considered how she wanted to spend the time.