Tomb Raider
The Map of Doom
Chapter 1
by 
seductiveshruti
Surrey, England
Tracking in a jungle is an art. Tracking Lara Croft in a jungle was perhaps reaching the pinnacle of the art form. The men tasked with this were professionals; ex-SAS commandos that had seen action in some of the densest jungles in the world, and although their opinion of people with Lara’s upbringing was little, they couldn’t help but accept that she was giving them a run for their money.
“Leader this is Two I can’t see shite.”
The torrential rain only added to their woes as the men were **** to squint through the downpour to find their elusive target, “Leader this is Six I think I lost her.”
“Acknowledged. Overwatch, you have a visual?”
“Negative leader, she’s a crafty lass.”
“Alright you lot, we’ve got an Oxbridge cunt that’s takin' us to school here, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”
The click of a pistol’s hammer from behind calmed the Leader considerably. He slowly made for his holster,
“I may be an Oxbridge cunt, but I know for certain that you’re not faster than a bullet.” Lara chimed.
“I can’t fucki’n believe it.” The man turned around with his hands in the air and a scowl on his face.
Lara pointed at the communication set, “Call it in.”
With ****, he picked up the mic and relayed the message, “All units, mission failed. Repeat. Mission failed. Head back to the camp.”
The man who went by ‘Leader’ stood in the rain and let his eyes wander over Lara. The smooth bronze thighs, the full curve of her breasts, the hint of her nipples poking against the wet fabric of her top, the thick luscious lips and then there were the eyes, which held a heady mixture of mischief and ****. There was no doubt in his mind that if this were a real-life situation, Lara would’ve popped one in the back of his head without missing a beat.
“Congratulations, your ladyship.” His disdain for the likes of Lara would never leave him, even when faced with a loaded pistol. Lara smirked and nodded in reply but kept the gun trained on him.
“The exercise is over Princess.” He began to lower his hands. Lara clicked her tongue and beckoned them up again.
“Not until the whole team has assembled.” Her hostage nodded in appreciation and let out a nervous chuckle.
Soon, the shrubbery around the campsite rustled, and 12 men dressed in green camouflage fatigues and armed with semi-automatic weapons emerged. Most spat on the ground in front of them and shot daggers at Lara, while some others took the opportunity to give her physique a once over. Lara gave them a genuine smile, lowered her gun and returned it to its holster with a flamboyant twirl.
“Gentlemen, thank you for your guidance and lessons these past two months. If ever the ‘Rat-Pack’ is in town, do drop in for a spot of tea.”
With that, Lara spun around and jogged back towards Croft-Manor which was seen at a distance. After letting his eyes linger on her receding ass-cheeks ‘Leader’ turned to his men, “You cost me a bonus by not catching her. And so, you’re gonna ship out today. No R&R.” There were groans of disapproval all around, but they knew better than to argue with him. As they began to pack up their camp and prepared to leave the Croft-Estate, their bonus-deprived commander looked back at the large mansion once again and grinned.
As she jogged up the steps of her home, Lara was greeted at the entrance by her butler, James. “Good morning, James, I’ll take my breakfast upstairs.”
“Certainly M'lady, and what shall be your agenda for the day?” James continued as he followed her into the house. Lara crossed the cavernous living room and made her way towards a cage which housed the surveillance apparatus for the whole estate. She hung up her guns alongside the other weapons and bounded upstairs, “I shall be dining at Mortons in the city. After that, a visit to the museum and then perhaps, some fun.” James groaned as a playful smirk appeared on her lips when she mentioned ‘fun.'
“It is just as well My Lord Croft that you departed this world before your daughter grew up to this.” He mumbled and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen. Lara entered her bedroom and began with taking her boots off. Her top followed suit, which freed her ample breasts, a sensation that incited a low moan of pleasure as she walked towards her walk-in wardrobe. The Leader of the Rat-Pack was lounging in a chair next to the open window, and smoking a cigarette when Lara entered. He almost said something before realizing that staying quiet would be far more prudent. He watched her peel her top off and eyed the side curve of her breasts as she walked. His gaze went down her toned back and ended at the two pronounced dimples above her ass cheeks.
“I believe I dismissed you and your men.” Lara spoke without turning around. She flipped through her clothes and shifted her weight from one hip to the other. “And I do believe, that as of now, you are trespassing. A grave offense in these parts.” She continued in a conversational tone.
“Well, I guess I just wanted to prove a point.” He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, opening it to reveal a thick crop of hair which covered his chest and lean torso.
“And the point in question is?” Lara glanced over her shoulder.
“That you ain’t the only one who can sneak up on people.” He slid his fatigues down and stepped out of them. The thick, veined semi-erect cock was swinging between his thighs as he walked. Lara smirked at the sight and raised an eyebrow, “I see.” She turned around to face him and unbuttoned her hot pants, sliding them down her thighs and stepping out of them. The man nodded with a grin and finished the remainder of the cigarette and tossed it on the marble floor, “Oh you ain’t seen nothin yet your ladyship.” After slipping out of his boots, he walked closer towards her.
James was quite proud of his plating abilities and today was no exception. While he would have preferred to serve his mistress a full English breakfast, she kept to a strict diet regimen. He arranged her egg-white omelette, toast, and fruits with the same level of care as he would have an English breakfast. The sound of the telephone distracted him from his task, “Yes M'lady breakfast will be up in…oh…I see. Well, alright then, I shall leave it outside the door.” He replaced the receiver with a scowl, “I do wish she would make up her mind. 'A leisurely shower' she says. Most un-lady like.”
Lara stepped into the spacious alcove that served as a walk-in shower area with the man in tow. The only article of clothing between them was her black panties, which he slid down without a moment to lose and caressed her hip as he came in behind her. His thick shaft sliding down and in between her ass cheeks.
“I’ve been think'n about this for a long time.” He whispered in her ear as the steam from the shower enveloped their bodies. “You should be careful what you wish for.” She cryptically replied as she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands groped her ass cheeks and lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she bit his lower lip and tugged it forward with a chuckle.
With a grunt and a loud smack on her ass, he freed his mouth and licked the blood that she drew. “Umm… feisty little cunt, aren’t we?” She tightened her thighs around him and slowly scratched his back with a soft purr.
“By the way, isn’t a name like the ‘Rat-pack’ a bit too… American?”
He dipped his head and slurped one of her nipples in and rolled it over his teeth before popping it out of his lips. As he licked his way up her neck, he replied, “Rats are survivors, and so are we. Also, just like rats, we love a good shag.” He grinned up at her and slipped his throbbing cock inside her slit. The moan that followed was barely dampened by the noise of the shower.
James sat hunched over a screen in the surveillance area as Lara came down the stairs, dressed in a pair of dark fitting jeans, heavy boots, a sleeveless vest and a leather jacket.
“M’lady, I hardly think that 2.5 hours can be considered a ‘leisurely bath.' Were you planning on bathing for the whole year?”
She gave a nonchalant shrug, “Some muscles needed extra attention.”
“We do have a masseuse on call.”
“I doubt she would have been adequate.” She made her way towards the indoor elevator, “By the way, clean up my room would you, the clothes are a bit all over.”
“When are they ever not?” James murmured under his breath and went back to his computer screen.
“What are you doing James?”
“Running a diagnostic check on the surveillance. The whole east-wing security turned itself off.”
“Did it? And when was this?”
“I have no idea, I only just noticed.” He frowned and studied the data on the screen, “It was working fine before you arrived from your training.”
Lara smirked and put on her sunglasses, “Was it? How strange.”
“You should take this a little seriously m’lady. Your bedroom window was left entirely unguarded.”
“How frightening.” She remarked with a grin as she took the elevator down to the garage.
Morton's Dining Club:
An establishment like Morton's is not just about providing food, but also about providing an experience for its members. On a rare sunny London afternoon, a balcony table at Morton's overlooking Berkeley Square would be considered ideal to spend time with excellent wine, delicious food, and good company. However, the tranquil and serenity being enjoyed by the members was rudely interrupted by the sound of a powerful motorcycle thundering into view. A carbon-black Ducati Monster rumbled towards the entrance and was parked by its owner. The patrons on the balcony looked on with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance but soon changed their tune once the owner removed her helmet and let her high ponytail cascade down her back.
Lara tossed the keys to the valet, “Take care of it would you Rogers? Oh and be mindful of the paint, it’s new.” The valet, who had worked for the establishment for decades was a seasoned motor-enthusiast himself, and while Lara's disregard for tranquillity was hardly decent, he could never hold a grudge against a beautiful woman atop a powerful bike, “Fear not ma’am I shall treat it like my child.”
“Don’t Rogers, your kids turned out horrible.” Lara grinned and stepped inside the elegant Georgian building.
The loud clack of her steel tipped boots was cause for more displeasure among the people enjoying a quiet and leisurely drink at the bar downstairs, and Lara tried to ensure her feet dropped harder still. After signing in at the register and depositing her helmet and gloves, she enquired after her scheduled appointment, “Your guest requested a private room on the third-floor ma’am. He’s expecting you in room 5.”
Lara nodded and made her way towards the elevator, “Have the bar send up something fruity, would you?”
“Certainly ma’am.”
The third-floor private rooms were accessible only to those guests that had either inherited their memberships, like Lara or had the approval of the management, which was a great feat in and of itself. Lara mused upon the influence her guest could wield to make this possible.
Seated in the armchair by the window and sipping on a glass of whiskey she perceived a man wearing a bespoke Saville-Row suit, with white hair and a heavily wrinkled face. As she entered, the man turned his striking blue eyes in her direction and gave a polite nod, “Good afternoon, Lady Croft.”
Lara nodded and quickly took on a more serious attitude. Predators always have the instinct to recognize each other, and there was no doubt in Lara’s mind that the man before her, in his prime, was an apex predator. She moved carefully to the chair opposite and seated herself,
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
After running his eyes up and down her body, the man chuckled, “The pleasure is all mine.” Slipping a hand inside his jacket, he retrieved an envelope and placed it on the table, “I come bearing gifts.”
Lara looked at the envelope and then back at the man, “Well, ever since I read the Aeneid as a child, I’ve always been weary of people who come bearing gifts.”
The man nodded, “An invaluable lesson to learn at a young age. But where are my manners? I haven’t introduced myself.” He extended his hand, “Griffin is the name.”
Lara shook it and suppressed a smirk, “I expect you’ll become invisible again after this meeting.”
“Ah!! Few people, if ever any, actually understand the significance of my name. Impressive Ms. Croft, most impressive indeed.” His smile faded as he motioned to the envelope, “The matter at hand if you please.”
Lara opened the envelope and studied its contents. Her drink arrived in the meantime. After reading the contents, she replaced the envelope on the table and sat sipping her drink and looked out the window. The silence was a heavy one, but her guest wasn’t the type to rush a conversation and waited patiently.
“I assume you represent more than one party in this matter?” Lara inquired as she twirled her drink.
“I represent a consortium, Yes,” Griffin answered.
“And who may I ask, is heading this consortium?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything about my clients unless you agree to accept the assignment.”
“I see. I assume your clients are aware of my charges?”
“Certainly, they want the best and aren’t afraid to pay the best price.”
Lara chuckled and looked at Griffin, “Flatterer.”
“Not at all. Your reputation precedes you. Tomb Raider.”
Lara used to hate her sobriquet. It made her feel like a thief. But over time the name grew on her, as did the attitude, “How many other people have you contacted? Do I have to be on the lookout for competitors?”
“So far, only you have caught our imagination. There was a mercenary group that was interested in doing business with us, but my clients prefer that the matter be handled discreetly.”
“I see, and if I accept this assignment, what happens next?”
The man gave a sympathetic smile, “My dear, I’m far too old a dog to fall for that trick.” He replaced his empty glass on the table and leaned back in the chair, “I shall give you the information only if we have an agreement. Otherwise, I shall have to become invisible.”
Lara smiled and nodded, “Very well. I accept.”
Griffin smiled a smile which Lara could only interpret as being bestial, “Excellent.”
Cartagena, Colombia:
A chauffeur and an SUV awaited Lara’s arrival at the airport. The driver spoke little to no English, and Lara didn’t reveal herself to be fluent in Spanish just yet. The car took her to the Casa San Augustin Hotel, where a suite was waiting for her along with a letter that informed her of the meeting with her employers that evening.
At 7:00 pm, a motorcade of three SUV’s came to pick her up from the hotel. The men in the car were private security contractors and carried themselves as such. Lara remained silent for much of the journey. As they approached the outskirts of Cartagena, all three cars turned off their headlights. Lara contemplated reaching for the stiletto blade in her boot but decided against it once she realized that the cars had not stopped moving. The driver navigated via a GPS screen in the car. Lara looked to the man sitting next to her, “A bit risky don’t you think?”
The man’s eyes never left the window as he replied, “This is one of 8 routes to our destination. And we’ve driven on them blind so many times that we don’t even need the GPS at this point.” He levelled his gaze at her, “Wouldn’t want anyone to recognize terrain markers, now would we?” As a further precaution, the drivers changed their speeds regularly, thus making any distance count confusing and ultimately unusable in the long run. After driving in the dark for 30 minutes, they arrived at the sight of a luxurious villa. The lights acted as a welcome contrast against the inky landscape of the night. Upon entering the villa, Lara was checked for concealed weapons. While the stiletto in her boot got confiscated, the one hidden in her long ponytail escaped detection. She was ushered deeper into the house, and the antiquarian in her couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the sheer number of pieces put on display.
“Good evening, Madam Croft.” A thick Spanish accent called out to her. Lara faced the source and perceived a great bull of a man, with greying hair and a bulging belly stride towards her. Dressed in linen trousers and a silk shirt, he was the very picture of a rich Latin American you would expect to find strolling down the streets of the city, smoking a Cohiba and chatting loudly with the neighbourhood elders. However, the man facing her was far more dangerous than your average Latin American.
“Juan Cervantez, quite a surprise.” Lara smiled and extended her hand. Cervantez took her hand turned it around and gave a soft but wet kiss, “I always thought English women were too bland, but you have some Latina blood in you Madam Croft.” He surveyed her body as most men did and nodded, “Oh yes, definitely Latina blood.”
“Kind of you to say so Mr. Cervantez..”
“Please, call me Juan and in return may I call you Lara?”
Lara smiled and met the gaze with some measure of steel, “I prefer Mr. Cervantez. We English women are quite the sticklers for convention and professionalism.”
Cervantez let out a laugh and whispered in Spanish, “I bet you’d call me ‘Mr. Cervantez’ even when you’re blowing my horn in bed.”
“I probably would, but it’s a little too early to be talking about that,” Lara replied in fluent Spanish, with a slight English accent.
Cervantez raised an eyebrow and laughed heartily, “Well, you certainly are unlike any English woman I’ve ever met.” He continued in Spanish.
Lara nodded and strolled around the opulent and decorated room.
“Do you like what you see Madam Croft?”
“I certainly do. Most of this is missing officially. And I've recovered two items in this room, discreetly of course.”
Cervantez nodded and led her into a study where a detailed geographical map of Central America was laid out on a table. He pointed out a small location, “Over here, is a small village with no name. It is said that the village possesses an idol that grants them permanent prosperity.”
Lara fought hard to hide her disappointment, “I deal in facts Mr. Cervantez, not local legends.”
Cervantez smiled and nodded, “As do I. The idol is of no concern to me. What is of concern is the animal skin upon which the idol is placed.”
“Animal skin?”
Cervantez nodded and continued, “Upon the skin is a map. Nobody knows what it means, but my sources tell me that it’s an ancient map of Cartagena, possibly the oldest ever of this part of Latin America. If this is the case, then I would like you to retrieve it for me.”
Lara looked at the map and asked, “And you haven’t been able to retrieve this map on your own?”
“Let’s just say that due to certain complications, I am unable to involve myself personally in the matter.”
“‘Certain complications’?”
“Yes,” Cervantez said with finality.
The wheels in Lara’s head began to turn, and she decided to shift the line of inquiry, “Why are you interested in this map?”
Cervantez smiled at the expected question and gave the rehearsed answer, “I’ve always had a keen interest in Cartography. How can one in my line of business not like maps eh? And to that end, I like collecting old pieces of history. The result is all around you to see.”
Lara glanced around at the several maps that hung in his study. Restored to near perfection, and impeccably kept, “And now perhaps you’d like to give me the real reason and stop feeding me this horseshit.”
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment they contained the fury of a man who is unaccustomed to having his statements second-guessed. Cervantez strolled towards his desk and picked up a Cohiba. Taking a few puffs, he exhaled the smoke towards the ceiling and turned to face his guest, “You English women are so intelligent, why don’t you tell me?”
Lara shrugged, “For all I know, your interest in cartography could very well be the reason. However, because I’m being met only by you and not the other members of the cartel maybe the area in question falls outside your jurisdiction, I’d say you’re looking for discretion because you don’t want to get caught with your hand in the cookie jar.”
Cervantez took a deep drag of his cigar and exhaled slowly towards her and nodded, “You impress me again Madam Croft. And you of course realize, that if you get caught with your ‘hand in the cookie jar’ I shall be **** to deny ever having contacted you in the first place.” Cervantez approached Lara and towered over her, “In fact, if you get caught, then I shall ask to execute you personally.” His eyes never left hers, “So, do we have an agreement?”
Lara met his intimidating gaze with a playful one and gently took the cigar out of his lips and took a slow puff herself, “Agreed.” She glanced down at the bulge in this crotch, which threatened to outdistance his belly, and smirked, “Always a pleasure.” Cervantez smoked the last of his Cohiba as he watched Lara saunter out of his villa. His eyes never leaving the contours of her body.
Somewhere in the Darien National Park:
Lara strode through the bush carefully. Any sound at this point would mean the last 48hrs. would be for naught. She approached the village in the dead of night while modulating her breathing. For the last two minutes, she hadn't taken a breath as she walked over the leafy undergrowth with as much stealth as she could muster. She extricated a pistol from her hip-holster and aimed at the guard keeping a sleepy watch in her general direction. The stun-pellet exploded inches from his face and within seconds, the guard collapsed on the ground in front of him with a thud. As expected, the sound awoke half the village as they feared a Jaguar attack.
Amidst the yelling and general alarm there came the loud growl of a Jaguar from the foliage surrounding the village. The villagers emptied their huts and formed a protective cordon around the women & children while the young-warriors strode out with spears and firesticks making as much noise as they could in order to frighten the creature. Of course, the growling didn't stop, because it was coming from a blue-tooth speaker attached to a tree. Lara let the Jaguar recording play as she snuck into the village amidst the fearful confusion and entered the hut where the idol was kept. Normally the hut was full of guards, keeping watch and sleeping next to their sacred possession but a Jaguar attack was an all-hands affair, and Lara found the sanctum empty. She smiled in triumph and moved towards her objective.
Cartagena:
"I never thought you could do it." Cervantez looked at the time-worn animal skin with reverence while Lara stood and watched him while flanked by his bodyguards. The extraction from the Darien Forest was complicated by the presence of local police and forest-officials who heard the commotion and rushed to help the endangered tribe. Lara hiked 20miles in darkness to the nearest road before being picked up and brought back to the villa.
"Well, I'm happy you're happy but could I please have a bath and a cup of coffee before I maim one of your bodyguards?"
Cervantez looked up at Lara's sweaty, grimy body and grinned ear to ear. Even Lara couldn't help but feel a bit frightened at the predatory grin, "But of course. I thought you English liked having tea?"
"When in Colombia..."
"How true. Please, freshen up. I have a little something waiting for you in your room. I hope you like it. And I shall meet you for dinner in an hour."
With that declaration Cervantez took the map with him to another room and Lara was escorted to her room in the villa. On the bed she found a few things. A large stroller and a box with a satin-bow. Weary by nature, and the memory of Cervantez's grin still fresh, Lara took the stroller and the box to the balcony made sure she kept half-a-door between her and the items as she opened them. The stroller contained her payment, in Gold. Lara preferred doing business in a way that was both fiscally beneficial and appealed to the antiquarian in her. The box contained a dress. A beautiful, floral, Sherri Hill cocktail dress with a deep neck-line and an open-back. Lara smirked and felt satisfied with the way things were proceeding.
The courtyard of Cervantez's villa was decorated with the same opulence that bordered on gauche. Fountains, marble-statues, exotic plants, it was what a child believed the Garden of Eden to be. A very young and enthusiastic child. Cervantez was seated at the table in a fine linen suit while the staff waited patiently for Lara's arrival. She arrived punctually and carrying the dress with an elegance that belied her otherwise violent tendencies. Cervantez's eyes which had never stopped undressing her from afar since their first meeting continued to do so even now. He puffed on his cohiba and exhaled a thick plume of smoke in the air with a satisfied sigh.
"Madre de dios! you're perfect." Cervantez whispered. Just loud enough for Lara to hear him as she pulled the chair in front of him and took a seat. Nodding at the staff to begin their service.
"You scrub up pretty well yourself Mr. Cervantez" Lara responded in English and smiled her best smile.
"Now that we have shared the same bed...er... professionally speaking. Perhaps you could call me 'Juan' instead?"
"I thought you liked being called 'Mr. Cervantez'?" Lara chuckled as she cut into her fish and savored the taste with satisfaction.
"Only by strangers...or by lovers. The former we are not. The latter we soon will be." Cervantez stated quite casually as he puffed on his cigar and sipped his whiskey. Lara raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I didn't take you as the type who'd **** himself onto a woman... Juan"
"****? You misunderstand Madam Croft..."
"Lara... call me Lara"
"Perdóneme... Lara. I am merely stating an obvious fact. You are clearly excited, and aroused, and Juan always makes himself available to a woman who is aroused in his presence. It is but natural. And to be expected of a real Man."
"Perhaps you're wrong about my arousal?"
"Impossible. I was trained by the best. My mother. She was... how you English say so politely... a 'Lady of the Night'. She taught me about women. How to woo them. How to love them. I am a great many things, Lara. A man in a violent profession. But I am not a violent Man when it comes to women and children. En absoluto. How is your fish?"
"Perfectly cooked. But the sauce really elevates it."
"Indeed. My Father's recipe. He was the best amateur cook in our village."
"Your parents are still with you?"
A sadness came over Cervantez's eyes which Lara found quite endearing, and the thought that he could be faking it made Lara admire his acting abilities, "They passed a long time ago. It's one of the reasons I am what I am today. But please, do not consider me a victim of circumstance. I made my own choices. And a Man always holds himself accountable for his choices."
"Admirable." Lara admitted and continued to eat until the fish-course concluded and then came the meat-course.
"You will enjoy this mi amor. It's called Bistec a Caballo literally meaning..."
"Steak on Horseback" Lara quipped with a smirk as she gently sliced into the perfectly cooked Steak and broke a runny-yolk from one of the two fried-eggs on top of it
"Sí, sí. And you know how to enjoy it too. I love Breakfast for Dinner. Don't you? Hahaha!!"
The meal continued with light and humorous banter. The food was delicious and Lara ate her fill before being served some cheese and coffee. As she sat there sipping on her coffee and Juan gulped down what Lara counted to be his fifth tumbler of Whiskey the silence between them was gaining heft.
"So, Lara, where do you wish life to take you?"
"Rather a philosophical question from someone who goes out of his way to keep things shallow around him"
"Please! I may be materialistic but that does not mean I lack any depth of character. You grew up with a silver-spoon in your mouth. So you don't know what it's like... to have nothing. And so, I try to have everything. And I make no apologies for it."
"Like stealing from your own partners?" Lara cautiously observed as she sipped her coffee
"Steal!! how dare you accuse me?!" Cervantez's voice slurred as the Whiskey finally caught up to him.
"What would you call our little... business venture?"
"How can I 'steal' something that didn't belong to anyone to begin with?"
"It belonged to the Tribe..."
"Bah!! a bunch of savages who were slaves to whatever was kept on top of it. I'm sure by now they haven't even missed the Map."
"Was the Map everything you hoped it would be?"
"Yes, and much more. Aren't you curious as to what the map is? You didn't look?" Cervantez narrowed his gaze as he leaned forward and observed Lara's expressions, which until now had been one of mild curiosity, "I didn't have time. Had to leave before the forest-patrol got there. And then I got picked up by your people who brought me here straightaway"
Cervantez mulled over her explanation before nodding and then lighting a fresh Cigar. His old one was still smoldering in the ashtray, "You know you would be kicked out of establishments for lighting a new Cigar without finishing the old one"
"Which is probably why I don't involve myself in such establishments." Cervantez puffed and kept gazing at Lara with a look that grew increasingly lustful, "You are satisfied with your payment?"
"£10,00,000 in Gold is quite satisfactory. Yes" Lara smiled as she uncrossed and crossed her thighs. A gesture which Cervantez observed quite keenly. Taking a deep sigh as he exhaled a thick plume of smoke towards Lara.
"It wasn't easy to acquire. So much Gold. How do you plan on taking it with you? I can help if you like. I know people" Cervantez grinned and continued to smoke, "I don't think that will be necessary. I enjoy certain privileges when it comes to traveling internationally."
"Ah yes! you have... how you say 'Diplomatic Cover' yes?"
"'Immunity' yes. I do have Diplomatic Immunity and so..."
"And so you can carry anything you want and los hijos de puta no pueden hacer nada, sí?" Cervantez licked his lips. Not entirely to savor the taste of his cigar as he eyed Lara's thighs as they rested atop each other, "I would like to keep the dress." He said as he motioned for another glass of whiskey.
"I must commend you on your choice. Sherri Hill is lovely. And I quite understand why you'd want to hold onto it."
"It will be a reminder of our little adventure. So, as petty as it may seem to you, I would like to keep the dress with me"
"Certainly. I shall leave it in my room."
"Or you could leave it on my floor. In the very near future" Cervantez sipped on his Whiskey and puffed his cigar with aplomb. Lara could only laugh at the comment and look back in amusement, "Why me? I mean, I'm sure you have your pick of beautiful women."
"If anyone...Perdóneme... if any man has failed to tell you how beautiful you are, then that man needs his balls chopped off."
"Graphic. But I appreciate the compliment. It would be a bad idea."
"Yes, which is why you would love it Ms. Croft. I have read about you. One doesn't acquire the name 'Tomb Raider' by playing it safe. So, I will give you time to think on my offer. You have my word, that if you refuse, you will not be harmed. And in the morning you will be escorted back to the airport." Saying so, Cervantez got up and left the courtyard puffing his cigar and giving Lara a final wave and a wink as he ascended the steps towards his bedroom, "If you find me suddenly gone, then forgive me. But I try not to stay in one place for too long." He gave her a theatrical bow before ascending the staircase.
Lara asked for another cup of coffee and sat quietly. Sipping in the moonlight and glancing at her watch as she contemplated her choices.
Cervantez lay on his back. His powerful frame resting against the headboard as he finished the cigar he had started smoking before leaving the dinner-table. His lips broke into a wide grin as he watched the moonlight filter into the room from the opening of his bedroom door and seeing Lara enter his room with a smirk on her face.
"I knew you wouldn't refuse. I am a charming man after all. Hehehe" He giggled like a child in a candy-store but then his breath was caught in his throat as Lara began unzipping the dress and then pushing it down her lithe physique.
Her supple and ample breasts were first to be revealed as she pushed the dress down and then her black laced-panties followed by her sculpted thighs and flared hips. Finally, the dress lay crumpled at her feet as she stepped out of it and walked towards Cervantez's naked form on the bed. His body, naked under the satin-sheets betrayed his arousal as the outline of his girthy cock pressed up against the fabric, forming a tent near his inner thighs.
"Ay dios mío" He whispered as he watched the subtle sway of her breasts which were in sync with the sway of her hips and the soft ripple of muscle in her thighs. She slipped out of her heels at the foot of the bed before she gently pulled the satin-sheets off Cervantez to reveal his strong, hairy, and masculine form. His cock was a little above average in length but greatly above average in girth. And like any Woman of Culture, Lara enjoyed girth over length.
"Well well Mr. Cervantez. You really are happy to see me. Hehehe" Lara giggled as she watched him spread his thighs along with his arms as he beckoned her to him, "It's the happiest night of my life Ms. Croft. And please, do not hesitate to take the lead. A real Man in comfortable when a Lady leads."
"Even if a Lady leads him to his doom?" Lara asked softly as she crawled up onto the bed, "A Man should be so lucky as to receive his Doom like this." Cervantez responded as she watched Lara dip her head and flick her tongue-tip on her heavy, shaved ball-sack, "Ayeee cagarr..." His head snapped back while his hands gently ran up her spine and caressed her soft, bronzed ass cheeks as her face tilted to the side and she slurped on his balls gently, "Mmmss... slurrppp ..."
"Shiiittttt...haaaahh....ayeeehh...." Cervantez groaned as he watched his fat cock rest on top of Lara's forehead while her face and torso remained bent while her ass lifted up. A solitary finger slid down her ass-crack and gently teased her taint and then her moist, puffy labia while she continued to suckle the nut-sack and groaned with each suckle, "mmmmF...Mmmf....Mmmff...Mffff"
"¡Maldito sea!....que boca... como una diosa" He groaned in pleasure and leaned back on his powerful arms and arched his back. Rubbing his cock against her forehead as she slurped on his balls. Flicking them with her tongue before gliding her tongue up the underside of his cock and looking up at him as she dragged her teeth across his engorged cock-tip with a feisty grin. "Oyeee... careful now Ms. Croft. You don't want to geld the Horse before your Horseback ride hehehe"
Lara flicked her tongue over the cock-tip forming a bridge between the head and her tongue-tip from the pre-cum before slowly sucking on the head and bobbing her head up and down as she groaned into his cock and stroked his shaft expertly with her fingers. Pushing down all the way and feeling his foreskin being peeled back all the way as her tongue rolled over the pink tip inside her mouth.
"Oyeeee... cagarrrr.... Dios...." His head fell back, and he covered his face with his palms while his powerful thighs spread wider as Lara knelt between his spread legs and bent her torso forward as she pleased him orally. Her ponytail bobbing up and down as she stroked and suckled on his cock. Letting her groans vibrate through his manhood, "MMmmff...MMmmff....MMMfff...MMMmfff....HMmmmfff"
His eyes going out of focus from the sheer pleasure he was receiving. Despite his extensive experience with women, there was something about Lara that made his blood pump harder and push his arousal to new highs. He looked at the sight of Lara's hips and ass-cheeks lifted up into the air like a perfect upended peach. He hissed, leaned forward and held onto her ponytail. Gently lowering her face further down on his shaft and felt her accommodate his girth with ease. His other hand stroked her spine and delivered loud smacks on her tight ass which echoed in the room with resounding dual THWACKKS
Just then Lara swallowed him whole and gripped his cock inside her throat and groaned loudly on it as she felt the ripples from his spanking "MMMMMMfffmm...MMMMMhmm...mmmmmmFmmmm... ghuuuucckkk" She choked slightly as she deepthroated his shaft and then pulled back up on his cock only to feel his hips gently push up and slide his cock back up her throat. She groaned and chocked again on his shaft letting out a series of "ghucckkkk.... gawwwkkhh ..... gaaawkkhh"
"That's it... that's it Princess. Chúpame... ayeeehhh" His eyes rolled back inside his head as he gently dictated the rhythm and then lay back on his elbows as Lara continued to pleasure him. His rotund but powerful body shivered and twitched as he felt his climax approach, however, Lara stopped and dropped a fat blob of saliva and precum onto his cock and stroked his shaft gently as she looked up at him and licked off the excess from her lips.
"Your sense of timing is either perfect. Or horrible" Cervantez said in exasperation as he watched her slide her panties off and then come up and straddle his hips. Her knees on either side of his body as he lifted his torso and rested his back and head against the padded headboard. Spreading his thighs slightly and watching his girthy shaft, sticky from her recent efforts stand straight under her puffy, shaved mound.
"I don't know why but I thought I'd see like a Crown of England tattoo down there or something". Lara couldn't help but giggle as she looked down at his shit-faced grin and swayed her hips side to side as she felt the heat from his cock come up against her pussy. His hands gently caressed her thighs and slid up to her waist and then down towards her ass cheeks, "Smooth as silk mi amor..." he whispered as his hands cupped her ass cheeks and gently kneaded them.
Lara arched her back and groaned as she slowly lowered her hips. Looking down at his face and maintaining eye-contact. Cervantez didn't look anywhere except in her eyes as he felt her descent and then felt his tip poke against her velvety slit. Lara gasped and gripped his shoulders while Cervantez continued to push upwards with hips until his tip slipped inside with a sticky pop, "Ayiiii.... tómalo bebé... just like that"
He arched his back and held her by her ass-cheeks as he slowly pushed her down his shaft and heard the slimy shiiiikkkk of his shaft entering her deeper as she took every inch slowly. His grin widened as he saw her snap her head up towards the ceiling while groaning louder in pleasure, "AnnNNNngghh...ANNngghh...HaaaNNNhhhh." Her back flexed and her shoulders rolled along with her head as she felt her hips being pushed down his girthy shaft until finally she felt his thighs clap against her ass from below with a meaty PLappp
The security at the villa was state of the art. Motion-sensors, IR Cameras, Thermal-detection, anti-aircraft/projectile warning systems, and that's just the start. Further provisions included para-military bodyguards, guard-dogs, armored-vehicles and even a 'panic-button' which summoned the local militia to aid Cervantez's security-team. All in all, one would have to be foolish or lucky or both to mount an attack on Cervantez at his villa. However, the team currently slithering on the bellies towards the villa on the dark desert-floor were neither foolhardy nor lucky. They were simply better-trained and better-equipped with weapons and information.
plap...plapp....plapp...plapp...plapp
The room echoed with the sounds of Lara's ass clapping against her lover's hairy thighs. Cervantez grinned like a fool as he watched Lara's back arch and heard her groans getting louder as she expertly drew her thighs in as she lifted her hips and spread them as she dropped her hips down for a meaty plappp to add to the ones that came before.
"Coño!!.... ayeeeh.... rebota...más fuerte!!" Lara did as she was told and increased the pace of her hips until there was a veritable chorus of claps echoing in the room. Their bodies coated in a sheen of sweat and Lara flipped her ponytail from left to right as she looked down at his face and grunted with each stroke of her hips, "MMmmff...Hmmmff...Hmmfff....NNnggh...Annngghh"
"That's it Princess... cabalgar... móntame..." Thwaakk....Thwakkk.....THWAKKK his hand flicked and delivered consecutive spanks on Lara's perfectly formed ass cheeks. Making them ripple as he grunted like a bull under her, "Hnnggh...Hnnggh...Ayeehh...Sssss...Sí....sí" He groaned and arched his hips upwards just as Lara brought her hips back down and the clash of their bodies produced as soft pfffffff as Lara queefed on his cock and shuddered, gripping his chest hair as she came on his cock suddenly and Cervantez felt his shaft coated in warm moisture as he stroked her shuddering thighs and hips, "Ayiiii....hermosa.... that's it Princess.... te ves tan bonita" His hands caressed her ass-cheeks, damp from her recent efforts and he gently rolled onto his right. Putting both of them sideways. Him on his right shoulder and her on her left.
Cervantez lifted her right thigh and looped it over his hip as he dipped his lower-body and then brought it back up to re-enter her moist slit with a sticky puccchhh groaning into her chin before giving her chin a soft bite as Lara shivered and arched her back. Pressing her tits into his chest and dropping her head backwards as her nails dug into his left-shoulder and her moans rang out in the bedroom, "NNnnnnNNgghhhhh"
"Tranquilo...Sí....sí....tranquilo princesa" He cooed in her neck as he felt her body twitch from her recent orgasm. Stroking her supple and sweaty spine. His fingertips danced on her shoulder blades as he chuckled and sucked on her throat before bringing his lips up to her luscious bottom lip and plucked it softly before sliding his tongue into her mouth and coiled it around hers. Her lips and tongue responded with passion as she gripped the hair on the back of his head in a tight grip while tilting her neck to the side so that his tongue slid down her throat with ease as she sucked on it.
"Mffm..Mmm...Mmmff....Hmmm...Mmmffmm" He groaned into her mouth as his left hand stroked her right thigh which currently lay looped over his hip. Delivering a soft thwakk on her thigh in appreciation for her skills as she kissed him. He broke the kiss and groaned as he thrust upwards into her slit and gently rolled his hips to grind his cock-base against her mound.
"Ohhh my gooodddhh...Annngghuhhh" Lara shivered as she felt his pubic hair tease her shaved mound and clit-bud, "Ayeee...ssss...que bonita baby. You are so beautiful Ms. Croft, and so tasty hehehe" He chuckled before dipping his head and sucking on her right breast. Taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking slowly while his left palm cupped and caressed her right ass cheek as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her pussy. His fat balls swaying and tapping against her taint from the side with a rhythmic and soft tap...tap...tap....tapp...tapp...tappp at the end of each stroke.
Cervantez flicked his tongue over her nipple-bud which peaked and then went to work on her areola before gripping her plump nipple in his front teeth and gently tugged it upwards. Inducing just enough pain for it to be pleasant, "SsssAAHhhhh" Lara hissed and gasped and twitched all together as she felt the tug on her tit and it brought a smile of satisfaction onto her lover's lips as he stroked her side and then slowly pulled his cock back out before sliding back inside with a leisurely stroke. His eyes never leaving hers as he felt her pussy grip his shaft and saw her eyes roll back into her skull in pleasure as she groaned and gripped his shoulder, "ANnNNNggNNNhhhh"
"Ummm... this must be what heaven is like. No wonder so many talk about going there...." Cervantez whispered in her breast before rubbing his face in her cleavage and then gently licking up her body to slowly slide his tongue back down her throat as he held her close and begin to stroking in and out of your slit with vigor and a hint of urgency as he felt the pressure in his balls build up towards the climax.
All the dogs began behaving in a peculiar manner simultaneously. Whimpering, barking and flicking their ears in irritation as if they were all plagued by the same problem. Unfortunately for them, the guards assigned to care for them were soldiers and not animal-trainers or even professional dog-handlers, else they would recognize the symptoms of being tortured by a dog-whistle. After several minutes of incessant whimpering and barking, the guards feared Cervantez would skin them alive for disturbing his 'recreation'. And so, the dogs were all bundled into their kennels outside the villa and given some food so as to silence them.
"Hear that Princess?...Hmmmff.... even the perros can feel.... ummmfff.... the moment approaching....Ahhhhh" Cervantez continued to stroke in and out of her pussy with ease when he suddenly inhaled and thrust deep inside Lara's mound and held his cock inside as he felt himself unload with a series of bullish grunts, "HUnnnHH...HUnnnHh....NNNhhh...HUnnnHhhhu" His body twitched as each hot rope of cum got pumped into her pussy and the knot in his belly finally began loosening, "Ayeee....madre de dios!!!" he whispered before looking down at Lara's face and saw her hands slipped under the pillow while she bit into the pillow to keep herself from screaming out and he felt her hips grind in and out slowly and heard the sticky chukkk....chukkk....chukkkkk of his sticky shaft gliding in and out of the mound, "Hehehe... you don't need to silence your screams Princess. Even the guards outside need a little entertainment."
He grinned as he rolled further and put Lara on her back completely as he hooked her knees with his massive forearms and spread her thighs as he effortlessly placed their bodies in Missionary. His cock pressed inside her pussy and the sticky chukkkkk sounding out as he gently rolled his hips with an ease that belied his otherwise large frame. Clearly the man had not skipped his Salsa lessons, "Annnghh...Annngghuh....Hunnngghh...Sssss....Cervantez...Annngghuhh" Lara moaned his name as he continued to grind and churn his load inside her slit. Her nails dug into his hairy back as he chuckled in her ear and nibbled on the outer-arch of her left-ear, "You forgot the 'Mr.' HmmmmmHHH" Cervantez dipped his hips and dug into the mound with some **** and did so over and over resulting in a chorus of chukkk....chukkk....chukkk....chukkkkk sounds which were finally capped off by a loud pffffffffffffffff as Lara queefed and orgasmed for a second time with a loud moan, "ANNNNNNNNNNNNnHHHHHHH"
"Sí, mi amor... ah si" He continued to dig into her mound with slow, measured movements of his hips and Lara felt his heavy balls roll and grind against her taint from the front as Cervantez ploughed into her relentlessly. His cock showing no signs of softening even after his orgasm. He grunted and dug in deeper with a stroke just as the dim lights in the room went out but he was too busy sucking on Lara's lips to even care.
The guards on the perimeter were the first to go. Each of the eight (Four on the roof and Four patrolling the grounds) would later be found with additional openings across their throats. The cuts made with precision and minimum spatter. The assailants then cut the power to the villa, knowing full well that the back-up diesel generator would automatically switch-over in 20 seconds. But 20 seconds were all they needed to infiltrate the villa and position themselves accordingly. The roar of the generator provided adequate sound-cover for each assailant to do his job as they stabbed, shot and maimed their way across the Villa's interior, culminating in the rapid departure of the remainder of Cervantez's bodyguards who were having their dinner in the kitchen downstairs.
The squad converged on their leader as they slowly made their way up the stairs that led to the main bedroom. A fibre-optic camera slid under the door to provide a view of the bedroom from an upward angle. It showed the occupants wrestle on the bed until a woman's sweaty spine was displayed on the portable screen outside. The squad members were unmoved as their training wouldn't really let them enjoy what they were seeing. The leader spoke into his ear-comms, "Element ready. Proceeding to breech"
"Wait." A firm and cultured voice of authority responded.
"Repeat transmission!" The leader replied with exasperation and annoyance.
"Wait... for Anal." The voice responded and then cut-off communication, signalling an end to the discussion. The leader and the rest of the squad members looked at each other. Even their training couldn't suppress their bewilderment and a sense of adolescent prurience as several of them smirked and grinned under their masks and waited....for Anal.
Lara groaned as she mounted herself back on top and then lifted and lowered her hips gently. Savoring each inch of Cervantez's girthy shaft as it slid out and back inside with a sticky squelch. Her hands on his powerful chest and her eyes flashing with lust and excitement as she slowly moved her hips and shivered as she took it all in with smooth, leisurely strokes. His hands on her hips as he aided her movements and then caressing and kneading her ass cheeks. Spreading them apart to let the air hit her puckered starfish and slowly moving his fingertips towards the asshole with a sleazy grin.
"Ayeeehh...sssss.....ayeee....yes Princess....Ummmfff.....Dios...." He groaned and arched his back as his cock slipped back inside and throbbed as her pussy gripped him and he felt his balls rub against her taint from below, "You have something in mind...something bad....very bad. You English women are all Bad.... HunnnHhhh" He breathed out with a grin as his finger-tips gently rolled over the puckered rim of her asshole. Feeling her body twitch and respond to his touch as she began lifting and dropping her hips with an increased momentum resulting in a steady plapp....plapp....plappp....plapp....plappp....plappp echo across the bedroom.
"It would seem...mmmfff....we both...Nnngghuh....have the same thing...Mmmfff.... in mind....Nnngghuh....Mr. Cervantez....Annngghhhh" Lara gasped the words out as she bounced on his cock and felt his cock throb harder inside her, "Tranquila mi amor....ayeeehh....ssssss....Annnhhh" Cervantez begged her to slow down as he felt his second load on the brink of eruption given Lara's expert riding. He went cross-eyed momentarily as he dropped his head back onto the pillow and moaned.
He looked back up at Lara as his eyes regained focus and what he saw frightened him and pushed him further towards his second and uncharacteristically quick climax. Lara's lips broke out into a beautiful, but feral grin. Her eyes flashed something more than excitement. It was hunger. Her hips increased the plapping and his mouth dropped open half in fright and half in ecstasy as he felt his cock throb and twitch and then explode inside her, "AUnnngHHH....NNNNgghh...AUNnnggHHh....Ayeeeehh....Coño!!...Madre!!!" The climax ripped through his body causing him to clench her ass cheeks and lift his hips clear off the bed as he blew his stack inside her grippy mound. Lara hissed like a snake and dragged her nails down his chest hair and cooed as she felt and saw his body twitch as rope after rope of hot jizz shot inside.
"¡Caramba!!!" Cervantez exhaled as Lara rolled off of him and lay next to him and breathed deep. Rubbing the sweat off her forehead as she elegantly got off the bed and padded naked towards the water carafe on a dressing-table close by. Cervantez breathed loudly and lifted his torso on his elbows as he watched Lara's sweaty spine, and slightly bruised ass cheeks and cum-stained inner thighs walk and saw her pour water and drink with grace and elegance that advertised her superior upbringing.
"I always wanted to fuck a Princess" Cervantez whispered, but in the silence of the room, it was enough for her to hear and chuckle as she sipped her water, "I'm not a 'Princess'. That's royalty. I'm a Noble. A 'Lady'." She smirked and looked at him as he shook his head, "Not the way you ride you're not. I doubt you learnt that at any of your English academies. Ay!! and you still have something bad in mind. I can feel it. Tell me hehehee" He spread his thighs wide and beckoned her closer with his fingers as he lay back with a grin.
"Oh, I was thinking about some....ANAL" Lara said in an unusually loud volume. A second later Cervantez learnt why.
"Breech!!!" The leader yelled as the squad members entered the bedroom and stood facing Cervantez's naked form as he lay sprawled in bed while Lara was shielded by the men as they stood in front of her. Their weapons trained on Cervantez. Red dots on his head, heart and genitals as the men chose their targets. Cervantez's hands slipped under the pillow on instinct, and he looked at Lara and saw the smile on her lips as she finished her glass of water.
"I wouldn't do that Juan." Lara said. Her tone suddenly icy and professional, "I trust I can call you 'Juan'. We're no longer lovers and I'm not a stranger either." She padded around the line of men in front of her and stooped down to pick up the dress she shed an hour ago. Cervantez growled and brought his hand out from under the pillow, holding a Desert-Eagle which he aimed at Lara.
"WEAPONS TIGHT!!!" Lara commanded to the men as she anticipated the move and heard the loud CLICK of the gun as it didn't fire. Cervantez's slid back the slider and pulled the trigger only for another CLICK to sound in the room. Lara smirked and pointed to the other pillow, "Look under there" Cervantez did so and found the chambered-round and the magazine lying under the pillow. His mind flashed back to the moment when he saw Lara bite the pillow with her hands underneath them. Cervantez looked back as Lara looped the dress over her shoulder and looked at him with a smirk, "It was indeed a pleasure doing business with you."
Cervantez for his part could only laugh, "HAHAHAHAHA!!!! I do not mind mi amor. I told you. A man should be so lucky to receive his Doom like this" He held up his hands in surrender as Lara walked away giving a slight tap on the shoulder of one of the men. As she exited the bedroom and padded down the stairs, the silenced thwipp of the pistol-round followed by a meaty thud brought an end to the enterprising life of Juan Cervantez.
She entered her room and made for the shower. Stepping into the cold-stream and stroking her body gently. She heard her door open and the heavy-booted footsteps of the men who attacked the villa, "Leave the dress. Take my luggage and payment to the car." She sounded out from inside. The shuffle of feet and dragging of wheels indicated that her instructions were followed. However, she didn't hear one of the men enter the bathroom and the shower-booth. Only felt his hands around her hips as she felt his cock press against her ass-cheeks from behind as it had done back in her private-shower in Surrey. A soft, playful whisper landed on her left-ear from behind, "You said something about.... Anal...."
Morton's Dining Club:
"Here's to a successful conclusion!!" Griffin raised his glass of Dalmore towards Lara and clinked it.
"Here's to Cartography!!" Lara responded and smiled. Sipping on her whiskey. Sitting in the same private room as they did 4 months ago, "Was the Map worth it?" She asked Griffin as she looked out at the night-scape of London.
"I suppose you deserve to know..."Griffin began before he was interrupted, "No. I already know. Or at the very least have a good idea about what this was about."
"Indeed? Do tell" Griffin smirked and twirled his drink.
"Lithium" Lara replied in a casual manner and sipped her drink.
"I think we shouldn't whisper any more about this Lady Croft. You do know the saying about loose-lips and ships, don't you?"
Lara smirked and nodded before producing an envelope and sliding it towards Griffin. He opened it and read its contents. Smiling a curious and bewildered smile he looked back at Lara and nodded and raised a glass in admiration, "Very bold. Very clinical. Do you think they'll cut you in on the deal?"
"With all this talk of EVs and clean energy. It would be nice to get involved in the mining, production and distribution of Lithium early on. Don't you think? And as to whether I'll be cut into the deal, well, it's amazing what one can accomplish with a Rat-Pack working for them. Should things not go according to one's wishes"
Lara smiled and raised a toast once more. And the apex predators, one former and one current enjoyed their drink and the silence.
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