A second fountain.

As Lara weighs her options she notices her thirst for the second time that day, the humidity must really be sucking the water out of her. Feeling her way along the wall she can only just make out the basin of the ancient fountain, although... She paused. Wasn't it on the other side of the hallway?

Squinting in the twilight she can just barely make out the first fountain, mirrored across the hallway. She turned back to the new fountain in confusion. She had been up and down this corridor all day, how had she missed this? Looking closer and carefully feeling at the rock wall she found that a statue, remarkably well preserved in comparison to its twin, was the source of the water. Feeling her way up from the basin, Lara felt an odd homoerotic trill as she realized the statue was a (rather curvy) statue of a woman. The temple she was in did seem to be some kind of fertility site, based on the art that covered the walls. The first fountain probably contained a statue of a man... Lara noticed the water was dribbling out of this statues nipples. She glanced back at the first fountain, now noticing the source would have been about level with a mans groin...

Her face flushed even as she rolled her eyes. Some pagan god was laughing his ass off right now. Regardless of the statues, she was parched and needed water. It was silly but she didn't really want to drink statue urine (or something else, considering it was a fertility temple), peering in she couldn't see into the female basin in the dark. Eying the stone breasts before her she found it slightly odd that she could see the water trickling out of her nipples quite clearly, in fact, it was the most visible thing in the entire hallway despite the lack of light.

Suddenly, Lara's thirst returned with a vengeance and she pushed aside these silly thoughts as she leaned forward. Taking one of the statues nipples into her mouth, she sucked greedily on the slow trickle and was rewarded by a sudden surge of water into her mouth. It tasted sweet and oddly rich for water but the thirst seemed to only grow and Lara didn't worry about the sweet taste of the water, only that she needed it. Not thinking she bit down lightly on the stone, which seemed to give a little under her teeth but her mouth wasn't filled with gravel. The flow only seemed to grow and soon Lara wasn't able to gulp it all down, rivulets of something a little thicker than water flowing down the statues breast. Lara craved those drops, needed to have them inside of her. She detached from the gushing nipple with a moan, dropping her face into the stream as she desperately licked at the massive breast to catch the spilt drops even as cool statue-milk drizzled over her face, into her hair, and down her own cleavage.

The milk-haze seemed to last an eternity, Lara taking the surge of fluid in great gulps as the remainder bathed her skin. She needed this, needed it so badly. She lost herself in the statues vast mammaries, not thinking, not planning, just acting. At one point she could swear she felt warm, comforting arms around her pulling her in tighter as she gasped for breath amid the deluge. That was the last thing Lara remembered as the corridor faded to blackness.