The spoils of victory

“Are… are you alright?” Lara asked Augustus after she’d walked up next to him as fast as her battered legs could carry her, her question barely audible over the appreciative yells and hearty clapping of the audience.

“I’ve been better, but it’s not too bad,” Augustus replied with a smile, propping himself up on his left elbow and softly rubbing his sore chin with his right hand while Lara admired how his thick cock was resting on his hard stomach. Its head looked so big that she didn’t know if she’d be able to get it inside her mouth.

“Though you’ve got a mean right hook,” Augustus added, baring his teeth in another toothy smile while continuing to run his fingers through his beard.

Lara was about to say something when she spotted in the corner of her eye how the doors through which she’d entered the arena were pulled open, releasing plenty of sunlight into the grounds of the arena as they parted.

“Go ahead, I’ll join you as soon as I’m able to get back up on my feet,” Augustus told Lara after she’d shot him a quizzical glance.

Lara was about to do as he said, but then the sight of his naked body and the recurring thought of having him fuck her in front of all those people caused her to slip down onto one knee beside his reclining form. Groaning at how her aching body reacted to her assuming this new position, Lara bit her lip and reached out with her right hand, placing it on Augustus’ cock and moaning when she realized that although it wasn’t even fully hard, its circumference was still too large for her to be able to her hand around its trunk.
Now it was Augustus’ turn to groan, though his was a much more pleasured one as Lara began to slowly move her hand up and down over his dick, which she eyed keenly as her actions caused it to grow stiffer and stiffer, until it was as hard as it could get and precum had begun to cover its plump crown.
At that point, Lara snapped out of her cock-induced reverie and let go of Augustus’ member, instead placing both her hands on his chest and leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips that didn’t get to last for much more than a second before his tongue had entered her mouth and the kiss grew much more passionate.
While she was wrestling tongues with Augustus, Lara was aware in the back of her mind of the fact that her position of sitting on her knees next to him and leaning forwards meant that the audience behind her must have an unrestricted view of her sopping wet pussy, a knowledge that made her moan into his mouth.

“There,” Lara smacked her lips after breaking off the kiss, then slipped out of Augustus’ grasp and offered him a teasing smile, “that ought to help you get up on your feet quicker.”

“I’m not so sure about that, I doubt there’s any blood left below my waist,” Augustus replied, nodding at his erect schlong as his comeback drew an amused giggle from Lara.

“Well, come find me once you’ve rediscovered the use of your legs,” Lara ordered him, with a smile, bending down to give him another kiss before proceeding to saunter out of the arena to the continued applause of the crowd. Along the way, she glanced up at St. James, who raised his martini in her honour, and resisted the urge to flip him off. She remained suspicious of him, and his habit of arranging gladiatorial combat on his estate was hardly something that inspired her to feel any trust for him, but she didn’t wish to alienate him.

When she exited the arena and stepped back out into the open, Lara found the two women who had escorted her earlier waiting for her there, holding the silk dress and tiny thong that she’d been wearing. They offered her the clothes, but she smiled and shook her head, rationalizing her decision to remain naked by the fact that the sun felt so good on her naked skin in the wake of the long and tiring fight that she’d just experienced.
The two women were obviously distracted by Lara’s nakedness as they led her back to St. Gerald’s mansion, and little had been said between them when they reached the locker room on the bottom floor in which Lara had stripped out of her own clothes in preparation for the fight. Giving the two of them a friendly smile as they stood a few feet away from, Lara left the two women behind and entered the locker room alone.
Sitting down on one of the two thin benches that ran down the ten feet or so of walls that formed up the longer sides of the locker room, Lara leaned back against the nearest locker and spread her legs wide apart to sit with her glistening wet pussy pushed out past the edge of the bench.

“Ohhhh…” Lara released a long, faint moan as she moved her right hand to her sex, her head being filled with memories of the flirting that had accompanied all three of the fights that she’d just fought, and of the four men and their hard cocks. Unsurprisingly, as she began to gently stroke her own honeypot with three fingers, Lara’s thoughts turned to how Argos’ cock had been lodged between her buttocks and how she’d worked her own ass up and down over his hardening dick.
Just as she was about to plunge two fingers into her wet, bald twat, Lara became aware of voices coming from inside the shower room that was connected to the locker room by an open doorway, and it was only now that it dawned on her that the sound of running water had been there all along. Recognizing that she could hear at least one man laughing, Lara got back up on her feet, her arousal and the fact that she’d calmed down somewhat meaning that the pain of all those bruises were no longer quite so prominent as she moved, and she made her way towards the doorway with an expression of curiosity upon her beautiful face.

As she reached the doorway, Lara couldn’t help but gasp at what she saw as her gaze fell upon Marx’s naked body positioned underneath the spray of water coming from one of the half-dozen showerheads mounted onto the tiled walls of the shower room, the rather peculiarly named German aristocrat rinsing his hair whilst talking to an equally naked Argos, who was standing a few yards away along the same wall of the small room, his hands being busy working soap onto his hairy chest. Finally, Lara noticed after staring at Argos and Marx for quite some time, Robert was also present, sitting only a yard or so to her left on a tiled bench that was built into the wall, his burly arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his handsome as he talked with the others.
Robert was the first of them to notice Lara’s presence, and as he shot to his feet her eyes were drawn to his limp cock, which impressed her even its current flaccid state, she could feel a strange sensation starting to build inside her. Recognizing it as the curse trying to take control of her, Lara was suddenly horrified at the prospect of losing control of herself once more, and a long, pained moan left her as she dropped her head forwards and closed her eyes tight.

At that moment, Lara wished that she’d never gone after the staff and that she’d never gone to South America, and a frustrated rage took hold of her as swore silently at the curse and its power over her.
Here she was, stumbling upon three handsome, well-hung men who all had made it clear what they wanted to do to her in a scene reminiscent of what had happened between her and the guardians of the temple back at that lake in South America, and now she had to fight this fucking curse instead of enjoying herself like she dearly wanted to.
Then, without Lara knowing why, something suddenly changed, and that sense of something strange spreading through her body started to fade away at a rapid pace until she once more had uncontested control of herself. She would have taken the time to be confused by this, but there were more pressing matters to attend to, such as the three studs that were all aiming to give her a much-needed fucking.

“Are you alright?” Robert’s question prompted Lara to open her eyes again, and as she looked up she could see his concerned expression at her behaviour.

“I’m fine,” Lara answered, breaking out into a wide, warm smile. As she glanced down, she noted that Robert’s concern for her hadn't stopped his cock from starting to swell.

“I’m Lara, by the way,” Lara introduced herself, noting that Argos and Marx were now both aware of her presence, though they stayed back, content for to watch whatever was going to happen between Robert and her.

“A pleasure, Lara. I’m Robert,” Robert said, smiling at the horny gasp that Lara let out as she once again glanced down at his rapidly hardening cock. Of course, Robert was taking the opportunity to check Lara out now that she wasn’t trying to knock him out, and neither the sand which clung to her or the sweat that covered her skin could detract from her beauty in any meaningful way. Naturally her breasts and face received plenty of his attention, but he also savoured her feminine but toned midsection and her long and slender but powerful legs. And then there was her hairless pussy, giving away her arousal through its darkened, swollen state, her outer labia parted slightly to reveal the lighter pinkness of her inner lips.

Lara had been meaning to kiss Robert or start stroking his cock or something, but instead she found herself watching as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Feeling first his hot breath on her sex as it mixed with the hot, humid air of the shower room, then the light touch of his tongue as it traced its way up over her sex, Lara moaned with excitement, and another, almost identical but slightly more vivid moan followed when she felt him grab hold of her buttocks, his strong hands holding onto them tight and his fingers digging themselves deeper into the firm mass of her peachy asscheeks.

“Yes…” Lara gasped, struggling to keep her voice louder than a weak whisper as Robert’s tongue again swirled over her pussy, her juices trickling onto it as it traced its way up and down its length several times over and circling around her clitoral hood.
Opening her eyes and looking ahead while placing both her hands on top of Robert’s head for some extra support now that her legs were starting to go weak from the pleasure that was tingling all through her body, Lara saw Marx and Argos standing in the same place as before, a few yards from each other and with their cocks growing harder. Lara wanted to give them a show, and so moved her hands from Robert’s head to her full tits, beginning to circle her fingers round her stiff nipples, then pinching them. She was soft in how she treated her nipples at first, but accidentally pinched much harder when Robert’s nimble tongue caused her to experience what felt like a preliminary to the massive orgasm that was building steadily inside her.

“So fucking good…” Lara whimpered out as a compliment of what Robert was doing to her, and she pushed her tits together to give Marx and Argos a better understanding of what those glorious orbs would look like wrapped around their hard cocks, but then she had to let go of her tits as her arms fell to her sides at the feel of Robert’s tongue snaking its way into her pussy, the wet muscle being further soaked with her wetness as it moved around inside her.

“That’s… Ohhhh…. Yeeesss….” Lara could do little at the moment but mumble out lust-filled nonsense and a plethora of moans and groans as Robert continued to lick, kiss and tongue-fuck her tight little snatch, and as her hands were back to resting on top of his head she unwittingly used her arms to push her round boobs together.

Though she didn’t mean though, Lara pushed her honeypot tighter against Robert’s face, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, a mix of slurping, licking and smacking sounds continued to rise up from between her legs as he remained hard at work eating her out.
After the three fights and all the teasing and flirting that they had entailed, and now this skilful licking of her pussy, it was hardly surprising that Lara didn’t last for very long, her body convulsing and a girlish shriek of ecstasy coming from her as her juices flowed out into Robert’s mouth.

Easing his hold of Lara’s buttocks to allow her to weakly gyrate her hips and hump his face, Robert remained on his knees in front of her until after she’d come down from her orgasmic high, at which point he shot up on his feet and used his own body to keep her from falling forwards.
Lara let out a dreamy sigh as she felt herself be propped up against Robert’s muscular body and his equally strong arms being wrapped around her. Tilting her head back, Lara kissed him.
As she tasted her own juices off his lips and his breath, she was extremely conscious of his long, thick cock being as hard as an iron bar as its underside pressed against her stomach, its length and the difference in height between them meaning that his cockhead was nestled inside her cleavage.