In her father's archives

Since neither the book nor the scroll had given her clues on the whereabouts of the other pieces of the statue, she had to lead her own little investigation. Obviously, her parents knew about the legend... Maybe would her father's archives allow her to learn more?

Lara stood up. Amazingly, she found herself rested and full of energy, even though the sun would rise soon and she had been masturbating for hours... Could it be that the stone allowed her to gain forces simply by experiencing orgasm?

She considered dressing up for the day at hand but realizing it was likely to be spent pouring over old documents in a dusty, poor-lit chamber, Lara wrapped herself into a night robe, put the stone in one of its pocket and headed for the stairs. She was so eager to find more of the statue that she would not suffer any more delay.

In a dark corner of the ballroom, Lara unlocked a door that had seldom been opened since the **** of her father. Closing it tightly behind her, she flew down a narrow wooden staircase dimly lit by a single antique lamp. At the bottom of the stairs, where darkness could not be pierced by the faint light, she faced another door devoid of locks but so worn and rusted that opening it was difficult at best. Lara pushed with all her might; the door creaked open reluctantly. Without stepping into the room, Lara fumbled for a light switch; she found it and, with a buzz and some sparks, a handful of dusty light bulbs shed their poor light on her father's archives.

Lara stood in the doorway, looking around with a mix of fond memories and uneasiness. The place looked like a catacomb: the stone walls joined sometimes high, sometimes low over the ground in grotesque arches that looked like they could collapse at any moment. A single table and chair rested some distance away from the door; the rest of the eerie basement was ****-full of documents of all kinds: papyrus, books, parchments, paintings, pictures, lockets, safes, all of these were chaotically stored on wooden shelves or piled up in random order on the ground. No domestic had ever taken the time to try and put some order into it; in fact, the place inspired fear and disdain to all who had ever walked down those stairs.

But Lara knew this would be where her quest would really start. She shut the rusty door with a grunt and immediately grabbed an armful of papers, dropping them on the wooden table. "Let's go..." she whispered.

After what looked like hours, she had found a few documents that warranted closer inspection. As time passed, her search got harder and harder; not because of weariness nor because of the dust that filled the air every time she touched something that had laid undisturbed for years, but because lust was slowly taking over her mind.

She suddenly realized she were playing with her nipples as she tried to decipher a partially erased letter and she **** her hands to clutch on the table. It was nothing more than delaying the inevitable: a few minutes later, as she was walking between two large bookshelves, she unfastened her night robe without even thinking about it. Her own hands groped lustfully at her crotch and Lara moaned loudly. She hurried back to the table, this time carrying nothing. The stone was vibrating in her pocket; the tingling sensations crept to the more sensitive parts of her body. "I must.... I must.... get off!" whimpered Lara. She let herself fall on the chair and pressed her tits together. How rounder and bigger they seemed to her excited senses! Knowing how powerful orgasms induced by the stone were, Lara immediately slipped two fingers of her right hand in her cunt while she wrapped her left arm around her breasts. Climax was coming quickly and she was eager for it; suddenly, browsing through her father's archives seemed a distant and dull preoccupation.

Orgasm was coming; she felt as if her whole body was filled with boiling water. With a spasm, her right hand left her torturing pussy and reached for the stone in her pocket. Lara thrusted herself forward, up from the chair and down on the table, face first; her rock hard nipples rubbed on the worn wood, sending shivers up her spine and making her gasp. Grasping the rock with both hands, she rubbed it frantically on her gaping pussy, her hands shaking so much she could not direct it straight on her clit. As she masturbated, her whole body rocked back and forth, her large boobs polishing the old table; a tiny drop of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth as she grunted and moaned and cried loudly as the world around her exploded in a kaleidoscope of burning sensations.

She could not tell for how long she had been masturbating when Adam's testicle slipped from her moist fingers and fell on the ground with a thud. Suddenly, her pleasure was brought to a stop and she laid still, panting and blinking. The nightrobe, which she had not thought of taking off, was soaked with her own sweat. Lara closed her eyes and pressed her head on the wooden table, slowly taking over herself.

When she opened her eyes again, she wondered if she had not fallen asleep. She were still in the same position, her body from the waist up resting on the table, her toes touching the ground and her hands trapped between her thighs, but she could barely see more than a few feet away, as if the already faint lights had been dimmed.

A low, powerful rumble echoed behind her. Lara stood up, instinctively ready to fight. She glanced on the ground: the stone! The stone was nowhere to be seen! This was almost enough to make her panic; the low rumble reminded her there were more urgent problems to attend to. "You..." The voice was guttural and tortured, unworldly. "You..." Rumble. These words were uttered as if by a creature that had not spoken for centuries. "You have... stone." Something crept out from the darkness. Lara opened wide eyes. She cursed under her breath. "You have... stone." repeated the thing.

Lara prepared herself. "That can mean only one thing, she thought. It's time for my Trial."