Challenging the Tomb Raider

Right when Theodor thought he was done, he watched something he never thought he would see; Leaning over the table, the Tomb Raider herself, Lara Croft put her nose to the remaining blob of his fun and snorted his ball batter up her pig nose.

Lara was in a cum-induced daze, the thick cum of the studly Mr Dave Theodor was burning into her brain and causing an ache in her cunt she desperately wanted to fill with the nearest cock.

"Lara... Lara Croft... Miss Piggy?" Theodor was morbidly amazed that the Countess of Abbingdon didn't respond to her name, but did respond to... Perhaps it was her name now? She seemed to stop be somewhat out of it, and she was rhythmically bouncing up and down, like she was riding a dildo.

"I have... Looked into the mind control artefact you're looking for. I found tasks, or trials, that a person can perform to protect their mind." Her nodding was... He'd text and e-mail it to her as well. "The first is to embrace the humble. It's a way to remind you of what you fight for and strengthen your will. Tonight, you need to go out and reach out to the most humble and lowly man you can find and get him to embrace you warmly. Can you do that... Miss Piggy?" She snorted again and it seemed to knock her back into reality. Was there a little bit of cum blocking her nose until she'd snorted it all into her brain?"

Lara got up and sat opposite Theodor. Her mind returning a little, she spent some hours listening to stories of Theodor's life, drinks and did were brought over and Theodor's servant eyed the bare bottom Tomb Raider with open lust.

Theodor pretended not to notice Lara's wardrobe malfunction, and benefited when it was time to part ways. He pulled her into a hug and she melted into her fantasy of his arms around her, ignoring the feel of his trunks-covered dock against her bare cunt.

She reluctantly straddled her bike, knowing what the engine will do to her stupid, horny cunt. Before she goes home, she had groceries to buy.