Lara chooses the middle path

As she pondered which path to choose, Lara found her eyes drawn repeatedly to the second doorway.

“This might be a mistake,” Lara muttered as she began to move towards that doorway, but her reservations didn’t make her feet stop moving. When she stepped through the curved doorway, the naked mirror image was still there, flashing her a friendly smile as she came closer. Pulling her hand from between her legs, the reflection held it up in front of her face, her nostrils flaring and her eyes closing again as she took a deep whiff of the scent of her own juices. Unsurprisingly, this got Lara to stop moving, and she observed how the image slowed moved its fingers back and forth in front of its full lips, continuing to savour the smell of her pussy juices. The tip of her tongue flickered past her lips, and only a few seconds after that Lara was watching the reflection shuddering with delight as she lapped her wetness off of her digits, her left hand going for her pussy whilst she worked the index and middle finger of her right one into her mouth, gently bobbing her head left and right as her lips descended down the length of the pair of slender digits.
Unsure of how to respond to this display of insatiable sexual appetite, and with a little voice in the back of her calling out over and over again that this must be some sort of trap that she was about to walk into, Lara remained still, now standing less than two yards from the mirror and watched the other “Lara” play with herself, feverishly rubbing her left hand against her soaked pussy, running her fingers up and down between her swollen labia and apparently being dead-set on getting herself off again. Seeing this had an effect on Lara, though she did her best not to pretend that inside her shorts, the thin silk of her baby-blue panties had become stained with the moistness that had begun to seep out from her sex, and that her nipples were back to being rock-hard, the outline of the stiff little buds plainly visible through the fabric of her top. Without warning, the reflection stopped what she was doing, extracted its right hand from its mouth but left the left one between her legs, and waved at Lara with a naughty smile on her lips. Then, she suddenly faded into nothingness, leaving Lara to gaze at a simple and straightforward, if somewhat blurred, reflection of herself.

Again, the thought occurred to Lara that perhaps she really ought to turn back, to take her chances with the warrior woman reflection, but even as those thoughts circled round in the back of her head, she was walking deeper into the corridor, staring at the mirror’s rendition of the look of confusion on her face.
She made it past the sharp turn in the corridor, and found it both comforting and unsettling to no longer be gazing at herself. Pausing for a few seconds, Lara scrutinized the long, straight corridor that laid in front of her, noting that several more candles had suddenly flickered to life by their own volition, their yellow glow illuminating the naked, smooth grey walls and matching floor.

“Oh, come on, Lara… what are you so nervous about?” She chided herself, before beginning to advance, slowly and carefully, into the corridor, her senses alert for any signs of traps or anything else that might go wrong.
It was only after she’d managed to take about fifty steps into the corridor that Lara realized that the arousal that had flared up inside her at the sight of her horny reflection hadn’t gone away. Instead, it was steadily growing stronger and becoming more pronounced, manifesting primarily through a warm sensation coming from her crotch and a strange sense of yearning that spread upwards from between her legs, making its way up through her stomach and beyond and becoming most noticeable in the centre of her chest and the back of her throat.
Again, Lara did her best to ignore it, but each step that she took reminded her of the wetness that continued to seep out of her pussy and staining the front of her panties.
Frustrated, she ran her hands up her thighs, moaning out loud as she briefly clutched at the hem of her shorts with her fingers, before continuing on to slide her left hand up over her side, tracing how her rounded hips led into her thin waist before curving outwards again, another moan flowing past her lips at the sensation of her fingers and the palm of her hand moving slowly and softly up over the naked skin of her midsection. Her right hand, meanwhile, had moved to her neck, which Lara was rubbing, noticing how tiny specks of sweat had begun to appear on the smooth, tanned skin of her neck.
She felt warm, a feeling that was reinforced by the touch of her hands against her skin, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. Rather than to make her feel feverish, the warmth that had begun to engulf her body reminded her of lounging by an open fire or lying by the pool, sunbathing. For some reason, as she thought of the latter, Lara pictured herself in the nude, her legs spread and her tits made to appear even bigger and fuller than they actually were as she laid on her back. The image lingered, Lara’s eyes closing as she pictured herself bringing one hand in between her legs, caressing her hairless mound, teasing herself by letting her fingers drift lower and lower over it without reaching her pussy lips at first.

“I really… really shouldn’t…” Lara said, as a weak protest to her own actions when her left hand went for the front of her shorts. Still, this didn’t stop her from undoing, in turn, her holster, her belt and the button of her shorts. Lara was now longer walking, the intrepid explorer instead standing perfectly still, her head having dropped forwards as the metallic sound of the zipper of her shorts being pulled down was heard through the stillness of the corridor.
Shaking her hips, Lara slid the shorts about halfway down her thighs, leaving them there as she instead grasped hold of the hemline of her top and tugged it upwards, bunching it up above her tits while they shook about gently in their newfound freedom.
Lara turned about ninety degrees, placing herself standing sideways in the corridor, and gasped through gritted teeth when she reached down and caught each of her two erect nipples between her fingers, jutting her firm, heart-shaped ass out behind her.
With the only sound heard being that of her own excited breathing, Lara ran her left hand across her chest, caressing her big, round tits as they projected out from her curvaceous frame, while pushing the other one down across her toned stomach. Wrapping her fingers round the waistband of her panties, Lara let slip a throaty grunt as she yanked the garment downwards, getting it far enough down her legs that her hairless, glistening wet pussy was suddenly rendered completely exposed.

“Yes…” Lara hissed when the fingers of her right hand connected with her pussy, the posh explorer being much too horny to waste any time, instead making herself whimper with lust by plunging two fingers into her honeypot, which was soaked to the point of there being a distinct squelching noise as the pair of digits invaded it.
Lara gasped as she stood with her legs slightly spread, her back arced and her chest and ass thrust out in opposite directions, her eyes closed as she quickly established a good rhythm with which to pump the fingers in and out of her hairless, vividly pink twat, the swollen lips of which were decorated with beads of her arousal even as more of her fluids was **** out of her sex by her steady finger-fucking of her own sex.
While she brought herself closer and closer to the point where she would inevitably climax, Lara was using her other hand to continue playing with her boobs. They had always been the focal point of her various lovers’ attentions, and so Lara was fortunate that she was as responsive to having them played with as she was, with her nipples being especially receptive to being sucked on, licked or caressed.
She continued her steadfast pumping of right hand, the fingers working her juicing pussy with all the regularity of a well-functioning piston, but Lara’s other hand now travelled downwards, away from her bared tits, and as it danced down onto her stomach, she slid it over her left hip and onto her left asscheek, mumbling with delight at the sensation brought about by her caressing that buttock with a deft, light touch as she steered her hand towards her asscrack. Unlike her breasts, the formidable, awe-inspiringly sexy character of Lara’s ass toned, full, juicy posterior wasn’t merely the result of her being lucky with her genes, but also the result of her disciplined training regiment which had eventually graced her with a bubble butt that looked firm enough that she could crush walnuts between the nicely rounded asscheeks that it consisted of.
And now, she was using it to get herself off, moaning harder as she slipped a fingers into the narrow valley between her buttocks and keeping them pressed together and pointing towards the floor while she began to pump her arm up and down, teasing her puckered asshole by rubbing the digits over it while still using to fingers to fuck her snatch.
Lara’s masturbating continued on, at an ever-increasing pace, while her mind was bombarded with various sexual images that joined together to form a disorienting blur of memories of past sexual encounters, some fantasies that she’d never lived out, and the recollection of the image of the mirror, until the dam finally burst and she could feel her honey wash over her fingers while she reacted physically to the orgasm that now swept over her by letting out a blissful shriek whilst stumbling backwards until she ended up getting some much needed support from the wall behind her.

Leaning against the wall, Lara didn’t even notice how the trembling and jerking of her legs caused her shorts to slide further down her legs until they ended up bunched around her ankles. Instead, she was consumed by the orgasm that coursed through her system, hitting her with an unprecedented level of intensity that nearly prompted her to black out. Her left hand now hung limply by her side, the right one was still buried in her snatch, as Lara was weakly bucking her hips in reaction to the ongoing orgasm, the buxom brunette continuing to trash about where she stood, until the relentless, jerky motions proved too much for the waistband of her panties, causing it to snap and the panties to sail down onto the floor, draping themselves over her shorts.
When her orgasm had finally run its course, Lara extracted her fingers from her pussy and brought them up in front of her face. Taking in the musky scent of her juices as they were glued to her fingers, which now glistened in the warm light cast by the candles, Lara felt a tingling sensation between her legs, and hesitated only briefly before taking the same two digits that she’d thrust repeatedly into her pussy and plunging them past her lips, rubbing her tongue against them and greedily sucking them clean of her own honey.
Lara knew the taste of pussy from before, but she couldn’t recall having ever enjoyed it quite as much as she did now, and the warmth between her legs began to return as she took her time licking the fingers clean, meticulously swirling her tongue around them until every last drop of her honey had been replaced with her saliva.

“Not quite sexual madness…” Lara chuckled softly, once she’d extracted her fingers from her mouth. She couldn’t quite resist the temptation to gently pat her pussy, though she did keep from proceeding to finger it a second time, and instead turned her attention towards her shorts and panties.
Picking up the latter, with the snapped waistband that meant she could no longer wear them, Lara wondered what to do with them, and suddenly found herself contemplating stuffing them inside her pussy. It was an idea that suddenly popped up in her head, but her inclination to act on it was tempered by the returning suspicion that the temple was somehow cursed and that there was a **** there that was beginning to take over her will. In the end, she opened up her backpack, being thankful for the fact that she'd remembered to pack a spare pair of panties, and slipped them on before putting her shorts back on. Contemplating whether or not to stick the ripped pair into the backpack, she instead shrugged her shoulders and stuffed them into a shorts pocket.

Fixing her belt and holster, Lara checked to see that she hadn't dropped anything, and set off down the corridor once more, managing to take several steps before realizing that she now felt relaxed, happy and slightly horny.