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The End of the Tomb Raider.
🕑 Added 2019-06-25 22:50:05 +0000 UTCA five-part epic that sees Lara Croft stumble onto a village of hung futas who live in a paradise except for one little thing. They don't have any natural women to breed with, unluckily, (Or maybe not) the chief takes a shine to Lara. Broken down and rebuilt into a loyal broodmare, Lara gleefully serves her new bride, even when she's tasked with bringing new women to the tribe. There's only two things Lara Croft wants now, to make her chief happy, and to give her as many daughters as she possibly can.
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Chapter one sees Lara stumble into an isolated tribal paradise, and quickly fall into the hands of the tribe's chief. Fucked into insanity and rebuilt as an obedient pet, Lara submits to her new bride totally.
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There were a lot of unusual things Lara Croft had become accustomed in her life, hidden civilisations, cursed tombs, even magic. So, whilst for most people waking bound and blindfolded would be cue to start panicking, Lara just sighed with the begrudging acceptance that once again one of her expeditions had taken a turn to the sinister.
She’d slipped across the border two days earlier, wading her way through thick rainforest to where the ancient maps she’d found pointed to what she was looking for. Or rather, what they didn’t point to. for once in her career she wasn’t looking for anything specific, not chasing legend or myth or folklore. This time she was investigating its absence. Every nation in the world had a million stories that were invariably based on something, if you had the resources and the know how you could track them to a source. The myths of the world were a map, in their own way, and there was a big ass hole in it.
This little corner of the rain forest, nestled between two tributaries, had no myths about it, no legends, no settlements or civilisation whatsoever. No one ever went there, let alone talked about it. for whatever reason the world had decided that this was off limits, how was a girl supposed to resist.
She shifted in her bonds and tried to concentrate on her other senses. She was still in the forest, the sweltering heat and throbbing hum of insect life told her that much. There were hands around her ankles and her wrists, whoever captured her must be strong. She wasn’t heavy by any means, but these people were carrying her, equipment and all, like she was nothing at all.
“Is the blindfold necessary?” she asked, wiggling herself a little in her captor’s grip.
“be glad we did not gag you.” a deep voice replied. Definitively feminine, thickly accented.
“Where are you taking me? a military outpost? Village?” Lara sighed. Something smacked her sharply in the stomach, winding her. A second deep, female voice spoke in a language Lara couldn’t understand, quickly followed by the first’s reply in the same language. “I’ll find out as soon you untie me, what’s the point in all the secrecy.” She said after a few moments of coughing.
“English talks to much.” The first voice growled. “when chief gives you sight, you may see.”
“Chief?” Lara replied. That certainly helped clear up what she was being taken to, not a military instillation for certain. A cult was still an option, but unlikely. It seemed she’d simply stumbled into a previously unknown civilisation.
She remained quiet as her two captors carried her through the forest until the sounds of nature were replaced by curious voices, sizzling fires and the soft noises of some kind of livestock. New voices sounded out around her, most likely questioning her captors as to who or what they’d just brought into their home. The chatter was silenced by a final voice, barking louder than all the rest and Lara was yanked upwards once again, carried up a flight of stairs before being dropped to the floor roughly.
Lara blinked as the blindfold was pulled of her face and sudden golden streams of light shone down into her face. As her eyes adjusted, she let out a soft breath of appreciation for the beauty of her surroundings. The building she was in was primarily wooden, built in a circle with a small staircase leading down to the village below. It was just above the canopy of the rain forest, a vast sea of deep green stretching out to the horizon where the distant mountains broke through and reached upwards. the sun was beginning to set, and rich light was flowing like molten gold over the tops of the trees, bathing the tower and making everything seem to glow.
She heard footsteps and shifted, craning her neck to watch as a woman padded into her field of vision, stepping confidently past her and across the room to where a small table was waiting. Lara felt a flutter of fear as she saw that there was a long, straight knife on the table, amongst other things. Clearly just because this hidden paradise was beautiful its inhabitants shouldn’t be taken lightly.
The woman was amazingly tall, easily over seven feet. Her skin was a deep, rich brown almost like a coffee bean, and her hair, which was a raven black, was braided simply behind her head, hanging down to her hips. As Lara’s eyes followed the braids down a slight blush came to her cheeks as she saw the woman’s wide hips were covered simply by a skirt of bright orange ribbons that hung down to her ankles, through which dark skin could be glimpsed and closer to her groin, thick black curls. Looking elsewhere quickly, Lara scanned up the woman’s body, noting her toned belly and ample breasts, lightly covered by a white sleeveless shirt and two bronze plates on each of her shoulders.
The woman looked down at the table with interest, startling amber eyes almost seeming to glow in the dusk light. She was beautiful, full lips and regal features and, judging by the golden jewellery adorning her ears and nose, she was clearly powerful as well. perhaps this was the chief’s wife, or perhaps a religious leader.
Lara cleared her throat and flashed a friendly smile. “Excuse me, where exactly am I?”
“You are English, yes?” the woman spoke, turning to face her.
“I am.” Lara nodded.
“Then I will refrain from telling you such dangerous information.” The woman replied coolly. “You English are troublesome.”
“I understand, but I don’t mean any harm.” Lara said, shaking her head. “In fact, I didn’t know you were here at all really.” The woman raised a black brow and toyed with a small golden ring resting about her pinkie finger.
“I am aware, we take our privacy seriously.” She rumbled, “However I no more believe that you stumbled into our territory by happenstance than I believe you mean us no harm.”
Lara shifted in her bonds, shuffling to face the woman properly. “I truly don’t. I know you have no reason to trust me, but if I can just speak to whoever is in charge, I can explain.”
“You are doing so now.” the woman replied simply. Lara paused, made a quick mental note that this tribe was more progressive than most of the other’s she’d ran into, before clearing her throat.
“My apologies. I didn’t realise.” She glanced to the sea of leaves beyond the edge of the tower and smiled slightly. “Your village is beautiful.”
“It is.” The chief nodded, “As are you.”
“oh, thank you.” Lara smiled. “listen… I’m sorry if I’ve caused any offence, truly I am. May I please explain myself?”
“Do so. But you should know it will not change my mind. Your fate was decided the moment you crossed our borders.” The chief shrugged.
Lara’s mouth went dry and she nodded slowly. “My name is Lara Croft, I’m an archaeologist. I travel the world to find artefacts and remains of ancient civilisations. I came into this part of the forest because there were rumours about the ruins of an old place of worship to the south of where I was when I was captured. My only intention was to investigate that, make notes and properly document it before returning home.”
The chief sighed and walked around the table, taking a small fruit from a bowl on it and popping it into her mouth. She chewed and spat the pit out over the edge of the tower before turning back to Lara. “I do not like liars, Lara Croft.”
“I’m not…”
“There are no rumours of ancient places in our territory. There are no rumours of anything in our territory. We do not allow anyone to enter, let alone leave with enough information to form such rumours.” The chief continued darkly. “As far as the people beyond our borders are concerned, any who come into this land will not be seen again as will any who talk about us at all. They do not know why, nor do they wish to know. All that matters is that coming here is a one-way trip.”
“Listen… I… I’m not here to…”
The chief clicked her tongue and waggled a finger at her for silence. “No more talk, Lara Croft. Now you listen.” She planted her hands on the table and stared down at Lara. “I do not care why you are here. I do not care who you are. Your wealth. Your power, if you have any. You are in our land, and now you are ours. That is the way of things.”
“But if you’ll…”
“There is no changing this, Lara Croft. No words from you, certainly none of your modern weapons.” She gestured to where Lara’s backpack and holster were lying. “You will be quiet now, and I will tell you the way of life that you will now live.”
“You can’t keep me here against my will, people will come l…” Lara growled before being hit in the face with one of the fruits from the bowl, thrown expertly by the chief into her nose.
“You will be gagged now.” the chief said simply, before hands grabbed Lara from above and a wedge of something thick and rubbery was shoved into her open mouth. She growled and thrashed in her bonds, only for the hands to take her and hold her steady. The chief approached and slashed the cords binding her legs in one smooth cut.
Immediately Lara’s legs shot out to kick her back, and hopefully get enough momentum to knock the two people behind her off balance enough to escape. Unfortunately, as well as beautiful and powerful, the chief was fast. Two dark hands clamped around Lara’s ankles and twisted them painfully. “You will walk, or we will hurt you.” she dropped Lara’s legs and straightened up, towering over her. “You will listen, or we will hurt you. you will not speak, or we. Will. Hurt. You.”
Lara glared up at her and let out a quiet growl as the women behind her, equally tall and lean and imposing as the chief, hauled her up to her feet, each holding her bound arms in a vice-like grip. “Now.” the chief said with a slight smile. “Come see your new home.”
As Lara was led down the spiral staircase through the thick canopy, the chief spoke. “We are happy here, Lara Croft. This is our home, it is where we belong. But I am afraid it is not perfect. We have a wealth in food, and water and other resources. We have game and fertile land. Perhaps most importantly we have peace.” She smiled and waved at the scene below as they finally stepped down beneath the mass of leaves and saw the darkening village below.
Maybe a hundred or so small, circular huts were nestled amongst the trees, some built into them, others on the forest floor. Fires were burning in places, a well was built near the bottom of the stairs, between some of the houses looms and tanning racks were sitting. “See, it is a magnificent place to live.”
Lara frowned to herself as they continued down the steps, eyes darting over the village and noting something peculiar. Everywhere she looked she saw women like the chief, and the two guards leading her. all tall and muscular and admittedly beautiful, most wore similar skirts and golden jewellery and loose shirts, if they covered their tops at all. But there wasn’t a single man in sight. Not anywhere.
She glanced over to the chief, who smiled knowingly. “I see you begin to understand a part of our only predicament. There is one thing we are left wanting.” They reached the bottom of the stairs and walked slowly through the central clearing. All of the women stopped and bowed to the chief as she passed, eyeing Lara with mixed suspicion and interest as she was tugged along. “As Chief, I am keeper of histories. like my mother and her mother and her mother before her, I choose to speak the truth to my sisters, and now that you are here, I will tell it to you. if only so you understand why your fate is what it is.”
Lara had to admit, the village was just as amazing as the view from the tower, even as a captive. The architecture and plant life were beautiful, the food simmering in pots over the fires smelled delicious, as did another heady scent lingering over the whole village, she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She looked with interest, despite her peril, at the women as they passed by, at least until the chief spoke again.
“Generations ago, our people warred with another tribe to the north. We shared the land between the two rivers, but not happily. We fought often, killing, raiding, stealing. Until one day our enemy came into our village and presented the bodies of the men that had been out protecting us. They had been killed with weapons like we had never seen, and with the enemy came new people, pale, like you.” the chief sighed, ducking into a hut, quickly followed by Lara and her guards. The chief stroked her hand over an old rifle, remarkably preserved given how old it looked. “These white men came from a place called France, I assume you know of it, and they had come to a bargain with our enemies. In exchange for weapons of war, they would be given a portion of the resources of our lands.”
Lara watched as the chief set down the rifle and shook her head. “Our people had little choice but to give into our enemies demands. They took our village, our land and they ruled us like we were animals.” She turned and fixed Lara with a steely gaze. “It was decided by the men of France that the women of our tribe were part of the land’s resources, and that the men were of no use whatsoever. It was too far from the sea to bring them to be slaves, they said, and so they took the women they desired, and they struck down every man and boy. This was how my ancestral grandmother and grandfather left our homeland.”
Lara winced at the mournful look on the chief’s face, it didn’t go unnoticed. “the mother of my great grandmother was left behind, she saw her own mother taken and her own father murdered, and she found a steel in her heart.” The chief said quietly, “It is a steel that remains to this day, especially when we see pale interlopers intrude in our lands.”
There was a shout outside followed by a loud whoop of a crowd. It sounded almost like a celebration. The chief smiled suddenly and spoke to one of the guards who released Lara and vanished back out the door, leaving the other to take Lara’s other arm.
“There is power in the bones of this land, in the stones themselves. We have always known this, but it was the mother of my great grandmother who was first to have the will to harness it.” the chief sighed, rubbing her earring between her thumb and forefinger. “She made the power of the land her own, made the steel in her heart into the steel of her fists. She fought and she killed every last of our people’s enemies with her hands, untouched by their weapons or their screams. When there was no more blood to spill in our home, she taught her sisters the power she had learned, and as one people we drove both the white men and the other tribe out of our lands and cut them down.”
“then, there came the question of peace, what would our people do with such little left? No men, a handful of women of our own and only the women of our enemies besides.” The chief sighed before chuckling. “Ah, but the mother of my great grandmother was wise as well as strong. She knew if the power of our homeland could make a body as strong as steel, it could make it strong enough to father a child. Our women were granted that power, and they set upon the women of our enemies like feral beasts. They showed them the consequences of loyalty to those who do not deserve it, and the truest joy of loyalty to a strong, deserving lover.”
The second guard returned with another woman, both grinning from ear to ear. In the newcomer’s arms was a tiny naked boy, still blinking in the fading light with more confusion than alarm. The chief laughed and gratefully accepted him into her arms, petting his fat little cheeks with a thumb before turning her attention back to Lara. “You see, Lara Croft. Every chief must make the decision that is right for their people at the time that they are alive. The mother of my great grandmother did this, she delivered our people from extinction, but she also delivered a problem to all those chiefs who followed her, including me.” she chuckled as the boy grasped one of her fingers and squeezed tightly. “an irony, to be sure. To deliver our people from a life with all women and no men to give them children, we are cursed to a life with women desiring to give children, and no good wombs to receive them.”
Lara’s eyes widened with realisation and she let out a strangled gasp behind her gag. The chief nodded and carefully handed the little girl back to the new woman. “A strong daughter to be sure, she’ll grow to be a fine stud.” Her eyes darted to meet Lara’s, “Not that any of us do not.”
The two women left with the baby and the chief sighed, brushing away the final guard with a quiet chuckle. “Too much talk, perhaps, but I feel the need to have you understand. As I said, you are a beauty, be thankful, if you were not, I would have thrown you to my sisters to fend for yourself.”
Lara thrashed in her bonds as the chief lifted her up and draped her effortlessly over her shoulder. “Come, Lara croft, my bed awaits.” A strong black hand slapped down on Lara’s shapely rear and suddenly she was being carried back through the village. There was a celebration going on, near a hundred women dancing with joy at the birth of their new sister. Every one of the was nude, and between every pair of strong black thighs an immense bobbing pole of cockmeat was dancing as well.
“Abela!” a shout went out, taken up by the rest of the crowd. A thin woman caught sight of Lara and let out a cheer, jumping straight up in the air, cock flopping limply by her knees. “Abela!”
The chief laughed and called back before giving Lara’s ass an appreciative squeeze. “They’re calling for you, Lara Croft. But they will have to make do with the women we already have.”
As Lara watched helplessly, five figures became visible in the centre of the dancing mass. The women were all different, but the same in that they were not sporting the anatomical oddities of the tribeswomen. Three of the five were older women, ageing incredibly. Though they had grey hair and gently lined faces, any one of them could have been mistaken for a thirty-year old with their backs turned. Full breasted, wide hipped, soft assed, something clearly the women of the tribe appreciated as they cheered and danced with them. Two were white, like Lara, the other looked like a local.
A fourth woman was Indian, perhaps in her late twenties but given the older women’s appearance she may have been much older. She was heavily pregnant, her fat belly swaying as she giggled and danced with the others, thin streams of bright white milk were gracing her soft brown tits. As Lara watched, one of the women grabbed her and latched her mouth to a leaking nipple, drinking deeply as the Indian woman grinned and stroked her head lovingly. The final woman Lara was afraid was more accurately called a girl. She was young and slim and nubile, but no less delighted to be stroked and kissed and danced with than the others.
But dancing appeared to be only foreplay. All five cockless women were soon swept up by the tribe and put to good use warming their immense black dicks. From the older white women, who yowled and rolled back against the invading cockmeat, to the girl who simply shuddered and panted delightedly as she was speared, all of them clearly adored their treatment.
Lara fought all the harder as the chief ducked into a final cabin and threw her down on a large soft bed, towering over her with a hungry glint in her tawny eyes. She casually shifted her shoulders and slipped the bronze plates off, the white shirt dropping along with them, leaving her bare from head down to her toned midriff. Lara watched as her hands nimbly unclasped a single buckle at her hip and her skirt fell away as well, leaving the chief nude at the foot of the bed.
Her heavy ebony breasts heaved with excitement as she licked her lips, hands petting the inhumanly long rod between her thighs. “It has been so long since I have had a girl to entertain myself that was mine alone.” She purred, “I will savour you, beautiful thing.”
Lara shook her head desperately as the chief crawled slowly up the bed, positioning herself above Lara and smiling fondly down at her. her hands tore through Lara’s thin blue tank like it was nothing and tugged her plain black bra off of her body just as quickly. The chief let out an appreciative purr and pawed at Lara’s tits. “My, a beauty indeed. You’re plump in all the right places Lara.” She chuckled and moved her hands to Lara’s hips, “Though I shall make you plumper, yes? A few of my daughters and a few of Kolma’s drinks and you’ll make a fine cow.”
She tugged down Lara’s shorts and panties in one swift movement and chuckled. “a pretty little cunt too, I’ll enjoy it immensely.”
She pulled out the gag and grinned as Lara began to yell at the top of her lungs. She rested her chin on her palm and waited patiently until Lara’s breath ran out. “tell me, what did you expect to happen? All you have done is announce to my sisters what an excellent time I am about to have.”
“Please… please don’t.” Lara sobbed; throat hoarse from screaming. She trembled as the chief’s hand slowly slid down her body before taking a firm grasp of her hips and cooing. She slid her hips forwards, dragging her length over Lara’s opening until her heavy churning sack was pressed against her petals. Lara looked down and whimpered as she saw the fat purple head of the chief’s cock twitching just below her breasts. The damn thing must have been as thick as her wrist, Trinity, wolves, cultists, fuck, not even Himiko had scared her as much as the prospect of having the twitching pole of ebony meat inside her. “Oh god… no, please.”
“ah, I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed a woman whimpering for mercy before making her plead for more.” The chief groaned. “I am chief Labembe of Combena, and you are now my wife!” she pulled her hips back and pressed forwards, forcing her head to spread Lara’s petals. Lara yelped and writhed on the bed, kicking desperately as Labembe moaned and pushed between her thighs, forcing another inch or so into the sobbing Englishwoman. Labembe clicked her tongue, pausing her advance for a moment and smiling with satisfaction down at Lara’s tear-stained face. “I suppose I should not be surprised that you are no virgin. A pretty thing like you.”
“Pl… ease.” Lara choked.
“hush, love, we’ve barely begun.” Labembe cooed, leaning down and kissing her cheek with soft black lips. Her hips jutted forwards and Lara cried out again, pain wracking her body as the monstrous member forced its way into her most sensitive spaces. She struggled, she sobbed, she screamed. When Labembe leant down to try to kiss her she tried to bite, but the chief merely chuckled and lifted her up, seating her in her lap and cradling her head beneath her chin. “I know it hurts, Lara, you were made for little white cocks. But I shall fix that, and soon you will be as delighted to take me as I am to wrap your little pink pussy around my cock.”
Now Lara was upright, held tight against Labembe’s muscular black chest, the process of shoving the entirety of the chief’s member into her went faster. Strong hands took hold of Lara’s quivering thighs, spreading her legs into splits before yanking her downwards urgently.
Spots danced in front of Lara’s eyes as she screamed noiselessly into Labembe’s chest, breathless and quickly losing her sense of awareness as to just what was in store for her. another yank brought her helpless body another inch down Labembe’s cock, but she was only halfway impaled on the monstrous thing. She could feel the searing heat of it deeper inside her than she’d ever thought possible, feel the twitching head of Labembe’s prick pummelling her cervix as the chief tugged her down, impatient to push through the soft fleshy barrier and sheath herself fully inside Lara’s very womb.
“Pees, nuh muh.” Lara managed to splutter in her final throws of sanity, drooling against Labembe’s heavy breast, feeling as the chief’s eager breaths made them rise and press softly against her cheek.
“Look me in the eyes, Lara Croft.” Labembe rumbled, releasing her thighs and taking her by the jaw. Lara gurgled weakly as her head was tilted upwards to face Labembe, and the chief’s spare hand took her hip. A small smile came to Lara’s face as the thrusting stopped and she was given a moment of peace from the pain, her eyes fluttered and slowly focused on the dark face looking down at her.
“Please?” she managed to croak.
“who am I?” Labembe asked softly, giving her a fond smile.
“You… Chief.”
“And what does that mean?”
“you… in charge.”
“it does indeed.” Labembe chuckled, “And I want that thought to stick in your pretty little head, so I shall be keeping you very close until I am certain you understand it.” Lara’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to… well, she didn’t really know anymore. Screaming wouldn’t help. Pleading for mercy wouldn’t help. She could shout and curse and spit and bite until she passed out and it wouldn’t help. She felt, in that instant, completely and utterly powerless.
And then Labembe’s hand pulled down on her hips harder than ever before. Lara’s cervix snapped open in surrender, the five or six inches of meat that had not yet sank themselves into the archaeologist’s twat found themselves in searing hot wetness and Lara passed out, body flopping limply against the chief.
Lara didn’t remember much of the days that followed, not once they were done. In part, she didn’t want to, knowing the pain she’d been put through, and to a lesser degree, out of shame. she didn’t lose her mind when she accepted her chief into her heart, just her resistance and pride. What good would thinking about just how far she’d fallen do her? the chief took good care of her after all. What did it matter if she once was a proud, capable, independent woman? She was a good wife to her chief, and ultimately, she was happy.
It had been days, maybe weeks, of pain and humiliation before she broke. She got flashes sometimes, in her dreams as she nestled close to her Labembe, making her mew and cry softly, only to be comforted with a hot wet mouth and a thick cock to fill her.
She’d awoken on their bed the first time after being taken, wracked with pain, sobbing with misery as she felt her Labembe continue to thrust deeply into her cunt. Her belly bulged with every movement, the thick outline of cock distending her flesh grotesquely. She could practically feel her organs shifting as Labembe’s rod pummelled a tunnel straight through her body, pulling her ruined cunt along for the ride.
It had hurt, more than she could have imagined, but as she sobbed face-down into the soft furs of the bed, Labembe slowly untied the ropes binding her wrists. She didn’t fight, there wasn’t any point, she just cradled her belly and cried.
It didn’t take long for Labembe’s promise to be fulfilled after she had begun to truly put herself the task. Lara’s mind had a moment to slowly piece itself back together as the thrusting stopped and the pain dulled, only to be met by the rush of sensation brought by Labembe’s orgasm. Half an hour of brutal fucking yielded a torrent of thick, molten spunk, cascading into Lara’s abused womb and churning inside her like searing lava. She didn’t scream, not as her belly swelled under the pressure, not as her cervix, already beaten and weakened began to leak the sperm and send jets of white slime down her pussy to splatter out of her cunt with every thrust from Labembe.
She hadn’t screamed simply because it hadn’t hurt, even as she was lifted up by her bizarrely bloated stomach, so that her knees and elbows were forced to balance her. in fact, it was the most wonderful feeling Lara could imagine in that moment. As soon as Labembe’s cum filled her, the crippling pain she had felt was soothed, leaving her feeling warm and comfortable with the massive cock embedded in her twat. She’d let out a surprised mew at the time, something Labembe had found amusing, and before she had known what was happening, she was sat in the chief’s lap again, belly hanging down against her thighs.
“Does that feel better, my sweet thing?” Labembe had chuckled, but Lara had once again lost consciousness, flopping helplessly back into her chief’s arms.
Consciousness had come and gone over the next few days, utterly shattering Lara’s sense of time. She hadn’t known if it was day or night, morning or afternoon. The days blended into fleeting moments of lucidness where she was stuffed by Labembe again and again and again, always helpless, always coaxing a fresh flood of cum. the pleasant glow of sperm coating her insides, soothing the pain, was a constant. Before long it had become impossible for Lara not to associate being awake with the feeling. In her primitive, stupid state, incapable of rational thought, her only concern became to feel good.
She had learned that it felt good to be taken by Labembe in different positions, weakly fighting her way onto all fours, or up into Labembe’s lap, or beneath her on the soft furs of the bed, trapped under her magnificent physique. She had learned that when she made certain sounds Labembe would laugh and pet her, often that would make her feel even better. She would mew and giggle and make soft cooing noises, and Labembe would stroke her hair, or squeeze her breasts, or sometimes slip a finger into the tight confines of her rear.
Being fucked became a natural state for her as slowly her mind began to piece itself back together. She was fucked when she was awake. She was fucked when she slept. She was fucked when she was fed sweet fruit, riding atop Labembe’s rod and begging for the tribeswomen to give her more of the delicious berries they brought. They too liked it when she made noises, laughing and touching her when she cooed or mewled or panted for attention. They never fucked her though, Labembe was always taking care of that.
Slowly, she began to learn things, her understanding of language cultivated by Labembe’s encouragement, she was a fast learner, and soon she could speak her lover’s language better than she could remember English, let along any of the other languages she’d once been fluent in. she learned that “fuck” was a very good thing. And that “love.” Was even better. She learned that “Labembe” would take good care of her and all the other “Wives.” That looked after the needs of the tribe. She would smile and nod and mew with each new lesson, wiggling back against the cock that was practically a home to her.
Perhaps a few weeks of sharing Labembe’s bed she’d begun to understand enough again to become mischievous. She learned if she misbehaved, like when she tried to sneak off Labembe’s cock when she slept, she would be punished with a spanking. Lara had learned she liked spankings almost as much as she liked kissing, which always came afterwards when she would giggle and mew and show she was only playing. She wouldn’t ever really try to leave. Labembe’s bed was her home.
She slept when she was tired, ate when food was brought, and was fucked at all hours. Lara croft, once a fierce woman, explorer, archaeologist and intellectual, had been sculpted into a quiet, content house pet. As her mind remade itself, she would try to talk to her Labembe, seeing if speaking sweet words would make her as happy as the soft sounds did. For the most part she was successful, but she found that teasing was a bad idea. Labembe was a proud woman and teasing her resulted in being fucked in her other hole, which hurt no matter how much spunk had soaked into her pussy.
Her English had returned a little after the first month had passed, and slowly her memories did as well, but by that point it was far too late. She loved her Labembe, and the village. She loved life as a living cockwarmer, being fucked all hours and wanting for nothing. She would flirt with the women who fed her, and shamelessly flatter Labembe who would chuckle and tousle her long brown hair. Finally, one night, Lara had awoken to a gnawing emptiness. She had let out a distraught mew and rolled over in their bed, pawing at Labembe to put herself back inside, but the chief had silently shaken her head.
“It is time for the truth, sweet thing.” She had rumbled, dark hands stroking over Lara’s pouting lips fondly. “I have questions, you will answer.” She’d spoken in her own tongue, and Lara had smiled, liking to hear the rich words roll off her lover’s tongue.
“I will.” She smiled, batting her lashes and wiggling closer so she could wrap her hands around Labembe’s rod, petting it in the hopes it would be returned to her quickly.
“Do you know your name?”
“I’m Lara silly.” Lara had said brightly. “Lara Croft.”
“And do you love me, Lara Croft.”
“Of course, I do. You’re so big and strong and beautiful.” Lara had giggled. “You keep me safe, and at night when I’m cold you hold me, and when I want to kiss you always let me.” Labembe had smiled to herself at that and shook her head.
“My sweet simple thing.” She had sighed before fixing Lara with a hard stare. “Last question, answer well, and I shall reward you however you desire, my sweet.”
Lara had nodded eagerly.
“If I took you to England, and left you there, would you come back to me?”
Lara had pouted and thought for a while, it was such an odd question it must have been a trick of some kind. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it so she had simply smiled hopefully and shuffled closer so that she could feel Labembe’s breath tickle her brow. “Of course, silly, this is my home, why would I want to stay in stupid England if you were here? I belong with you.” her smile had faltered as a thought struck her. “Y… you’re not tired of me, are you? you’re not sending me away?”
“Of course not, sweet.” Labembe had sighed, petting her chin before standing and padding to the foot of the bed. Lara had mewed and crawled after her, watching the soft swell of her lover’s muscular ass shift with each step she took. Labembe had stopped and put her hands on her hips, laughing as Lara had immediately scurried to her and begun to nibble and kiss at her throbbing ebony length. “I believe you.”
Lara had let out a soft whoop of glee as Labembe took her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly into the air, touching her to the tip of her throbbing erection and pausing for a moment. Lara had seen an opportunity for mischief, and had wiggled herself in Labembe’s grip, making it hard for her to properly line herself up with Lara’s greedily dripping hole.
Looking back on it, Lara was exceedingly glad she had, because it was precisely by doing that, she had led herself to her current position. Labembe was sleeping peacefully below her, the sounds of night drifted through their hut and Lara was at peace. She let out a soft gurgle of pleasure and wiggled herself on Labembe’s rod, feeling the flesh throb within her. she took in a deep breath through her nose, drinking in the musk of her lover’s cock, and swallowed. As expected Labembe’s cock twitched from the motion, practically vibrating from her balls, nestled comfortably between Lara’s doughy cheeks, to her tip, which was protruding from her gaping, spit-soaked lips. Labembe’s magics seemed to have all sorts of fun applications, such as growing her manhood to such a degree it was possible, indeed easy, for Lara to be fully sheathed upon it with room to spare.
She burbled happily to herself, looking upside-down at Labembe’s peaceful face. The thought occurred that she hadn’t been fed all day, having one’s mouth entirely occupied with cockmeat would put a stop to that after all. Perhaps worse, she hadn’t had a single load of Labembe’s delicious spunk, it had all shot out of reach, the closest she’d gotten was being used as a rag to wipe up the stains on the bed.
Slowly, she reached down and cupped Labembe’s balls in her hands, each tennis-ball sized orb filling her palms. She fondled them appreciatively for a while, before bubbling with impatience. One hand slid upwards, tracing the cock’s progression through her body from her belly to her bulging throat until she finally stroked her own spit-spilling lips and the fat cock sticking up from between them. Labembe was quite sensitive, she was sure if she just gave her a little toying, she’d spray a load right there in the bed, hopefully because Lara was keeping her immense rod stable, it would shoot straight up and splash down on her again.
She began to run her fingers slowly around the base of Labembe’s twitching brown tip, stroking the small bumps and ripples of veins and enjoying the excited vibrations she received. Her rubbing and stroking of both Labembe’s head and sack made her cock practically jump inside Lara’s speared body, twitching receptively and slowly beginning to throb. Lara babbled wetly to herself as she felt Labembe’s cock twitch violently and let out a delighted squelch as she saw her prize jet upwards.
For an instant a thick white stream of cum hung in the air above her, then, as she had hoped, it came crashing down again. Lara blinked as cum splattered over her face, dripping into her eyes and blocking her nose, dripping over her heaving chest and making her hair into a matted mess.
Beneath her, Labembe stirred with a quiet sigh and took Lara by the hips. “How is it, my sweet, that even speared on my cock you can make mischief?”
Lara giggled, and pawed at Labembe’s hands, wiggling herself and coaxing a few more drops of cum to ooze down Labembe’s cock onto her lips. The chief shook her head and stood, sending Lara’s helpless body bobbing as her rod stood to attention within her. her legs dangling uselessly off the floor, Lara reached back and gratefully took Labembe’s hands for support to stop her from sliding off her length. “Come then, miss Croft. Let’s get you clean so we can sleep.”
Labembe walked effortlessly through the hut and out into the night, carrying Lara wrapped around her cock like she weighed nothing. The cool night air was pleasant on Lara’s skin, as was the cooling spunk lathering her. she was walked through the village and out into the trees, the jungle so dark she was entirely blind. She wasn’t afraid, Labembe would look after her.
They came to a pool, and a small rushing waterfall, lit by moonlight streaming into the clearing. Lara had time to coo at the beauty of it before Labembe began wading into the lake and she was smacked in the face with water. She whined weakly as Labembe lifted her up out of the water and began to stroke through her hair, washing her meticulously and dropping her speared body back down into the pool every few moments.
Finally, as Lara was held by Labembe’s cock under the flow of the waterfall, the chief spoke.
“I believe that you are ready to be trusted, my sweet.” She purred, stroking over Lara’s stuffed belly. “So tomorrow I will allow you to wander the village alone.” Lara moaned thankfully and wiggled to show her appreciation. “the time is coming, wife of mine, when I will set you a very special task. Until then you must behave, or I won’t be able to trust you to go and…” she paused and rested her hand on Lara’s stomach, slowly pulling her rod out and cradling Lara against her. “I won’t put a child in you.”
Lara sighed and nuzzled into Labembe as she lifted her up again and cradled her. “I’m a good girl.”
“That you are, my sweet, that you are.”
