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Chapter 10 by Cantalope Cantalope

How does she react?

With a bath.

Lara lazes in the sun for quite some time, drifting in and out of consciousness as she enjoys the endorphins pumping through her body. Hunger finally rouses her sometime in the late afternoon, the sun has set from her sleeping place and the catacomb seems much colder than it did last night. As she climbs out of the dark hole she notices her state of undress and the flaccid piece of flesh hanging from her pants. Still perplexed and confused, she carefully packs herself away and fixes her clothing.

"What was that? I completely lost control and..." she realizes her entire front is caked in mostly-dried spunk. Flickers of horror, shock, confusion, shame, and...arousal vie for attention within her mind. Now that her high has faded and the pleasure is gone she only has embarrassment and self-judgement to keep her company. She takes a few deep breaths, which doesn't help much because she nailed herself in the face pretty well and the fumes are enough to bring her erection back. Moving with determination she makes her way towards the sound of water, coming across a small waterfall cascading down from the mountain.

Without stripping down she wades in to the chilly pool, scrubbing furiously at her skin to get every last trace of her mistake off of her. Before long she is quite clean, as are her clothes, but now she is freezing. The sun has just dipped behind the cliff-face as she steps out, shivering. With a clearer head she berates herself for making such an obvious faux pas to "correct" her earlier moment of weakness. Now that her clothes are wet, she'll have to strip out of them so as not freeze to ****. Looking around uneasily, she strips out of her dripping clothes, hanging them up to dry on some branches. She tries running in place to warm herself up but immediately stops as she is reminded of the unwelcome weight between her legs. Now that she was naked she was actually much warmer, the tropical climate of the island would keep her from dying of exposure. She jumped as a wolf howled in the distance. Now if she could just keep herself safe from everything else on the island...

Does anything spy Lara, naked, by the waterfall?

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