Lara in Rise of the Dragon God

Lara and Sam writhe in pleasure, their sweat-slicked bodies golden in the torchlight that fills the inner temple. They moan, their legs intertwined as they grind their overheated cunts together. Sam’s lips are stained green with the residue of the intoxicating gol juice. Her eyes are rolled back in her head. Lara might almost believe her friend was unconscious, except Sam keeps bucking her hips to the drumbeat as her hand holds tight to Lara’s thigh.

“Ohhhhhh,” moans Lara, nearly as lost as Sam in the haze of pleasure. The gol juice oozes from the corner of her mouth and drips from her chin. She feels another orgasm fast approaching. Her ample breasts heave with the motion of her hips and she works her throbbing cunt against Sam’s hot groove.

The drumbeat seems to quicken and Lara’s pleasures rises with the rolling percussion. She wails in ecstasy as another orgasm tenses in her body. Sam cries out in mutual pleasure, her lips hanging open and her eyes white in her drug-enhanced stupor.

“Enough!” The voice of Vargas booms through the steamy chamber. The eyes of the serpent on the golden collar Lara wears around her neck flash and Lara feels a jolt of pleasure through her body. It is different than the sexual pleasure she is experiencing with Sam and she slows her thrusts. Sam does the same and Lara sees the ruby eyes of the golden serpent choker around her friend’s neck are also glowing.

Vargas steps towards them, the dragon headdress still balanced on his head. He has shed his robe and now wears only a silken loincloth woven with turquoise and gold. It bulges obscenely with his arousal. Lara knows he is the priest of Yotzl and that she must obey him. His well-muscled body seems to be oiled as he stands above them, his hands on his hips.

He smirks as his dark eyes take in the sight of Lara’s body intertwined with her young Asian friend. Sam’s eyes roll back to normal and she blinks away her stupor. Both women smile dreamily up at Vargas. He has conquered and tamed them and their minds and bodies now belong to him. He wants to savor this moment, to dwell in the glorious pleasure of his triumph over the meddlesome tomb raider.

They shift to kneel before them, bowing their heads low to the floor before lifting them up again.

Vargas’s features seem almost demonic in the torchlight. The drumbeat slows and the sound quiets to a low rumble so that his voice can be heard.

“Lara Croft,” he says, pronouncing her name as if it were a curse. “How many times have you thwarted me, my pet?”

“I am sorry to say, four times, master,” she replies, her face briefly contorts in grief. 

Vargas places a calming hand on the top of her head and her smile returns. She looks up at him adoringly, tears welling in her eyes. She makes no effort to cover her naked body. It is there for him to see and she is glad that he is seeing it. He turns his gaze on Lara’s friend.

“And Sam, how many times did you help your friend meddle in my many ventures?” Vargas asks.

“I only took pictures,” she says. “And helped a little with the radios.”

“Tell me,” he demands.

“Every time.” Sara says glumly. “Not including Turkmenistan.”

“The Sword of the Steppes,” he growls. “Where did that end up, Lara?”

“The State Historical Museum in Moscow,” Lara says. “I’m sorry I took that from you. It was a beautiful sword.”

“Beauty, yes, but you never understood its power,” he says sternly and looks over their heads as if remembering. “I might have conquered Central Asia with that sword and united the peoples of the region to reclaim their history as rulers of the world. But now, you had to trap me in that temple with the bomb counting down.”

“Thank Yotzl you made it out alive,” says Sam.

“Yes, Yotzl.” Vargas chuckles and rests his other hands on Sam’s head. “Tonight one of you will receive the blessed seed of the Dragon God. You will carry Yotzl into this world and become his exalted the mother.”

“What about the other person?” Sam asks, suspecting that Lara’s arrival has relegated her to second choice for Vargas.

“Do not fear me, child,” says Vargas in the soothing tone of someone who knows he has won. “So long as you wear that collar, you are my chosen concubine. No harm shall come to you.”

“Th-thank you,” gasps Sam as tears well in her eyes.

“Now, the time has come for you both to serve your master.” Vargas slowly unwinds the silk loincloth as both women watch with rapt attention. He unwraps the thick bulge of his cock, revealing a fully-engorged manhood that stands up red in the torchlight.

Lara and Sam moan in unison, their gazes fixed to the impressive size and fatness of Vargas’s cock. Lara had never imagined this man she had once hated cold be packing such an impressive cock.

How, she wonders, had I opposed the mighty Dragon Priest for all those years?

“It’s glorious,” cries Sam, unable to contain her joy. “C-could I… could I touch it, master?”

Vargas reaches down and takes hold of his cock at its root. He lifts and wags it gently in the face of the tomb raider and her beautiful friend.

“You may both touch it,” says Vargas. “Pleasure me before the ritual begins. Make me ready to consummate the power of the Dragon God.”

Lara and Sam coo with their desire and both reach out almost simultaneously for Vargas’s throbbing manhood. He chuckles as their hands push his aside and begin to massage his thick cock from his root to his throbbing glans. Both girls moan and squirm as they pump their hands on his impressive length, sometimes struggling with each other for a better grasp. 

They kneel before him with their firm bottoms resting atop their heels and their breasts jiggling with their giddy movements. Vargas admires Sam’s small, firm tits with her dark nipples and Lara’s, much more ample, heaving with her lust, her pink buds turned slightly red from being sucked by her friend.

“Mmmmm,” Vargas murmurs with pleasure as Sam suddenly nuzzles his heavy bollocks. Her grip tightens around his sack to enhance his stones and the warmth and wetness of her mouth sucks hungrily at one of his bollocks. He grunts as Sam’s tongue shifts his stones and cleans away some of the sweetly perfumed oil he spread over his body.

Lara, feeling outmatched by her friend, leans in and begins planting kisses on Vargas’s cock. It is a shameful act, one that would have brought her to tears only hours ago, but in her altered state she feels a buzz of pleasure in her mind. Of course she should smother his big cock with her soft kisses; he is the high priest of the Dragon God. 

The thought of servicing such a magnificent member attached to such an exalted figure easily overcomes her old enmity. She looks up adoringly at Vargas as she takes him into her mouth. The tingle of gol oil on his cock sends a thrill through her tongue. She moans around him as she takes him deeper, feeling Vargas’s fat cockhead pressing against the back of her throat. She swallows against him, eyes beginning to water.

“That’s it,” he says, resting his hand on the back of her head. “Take it all, Lara. Feel the cock of a king.”

“Mmnnnnmgggkkk,” she replies. His cock is so big that she struggles even with the intoxicating gol oil tingling in her throat. She swallows again and again until finally, through her tears, she sees his face contort with pleasure and feels his cock slide into her throat.

Beneath her, sucking fervently at Vargas’s bollocks, Sam watches her longtime friend deepthroat the high priest’s fat cock. She pops his stone from her mouth and caresses his spit-soaked bollocks as she rises high on her knees. Vargas leans down to kiss her and Sam and Vargas share a long, intense tongue-kiss as Lara pleasure’s Vargas’s fat cock with her mouth and throat.

“Both of you, now,” he groans, breaking the kiss with Sam. “Both of you suck.” 

Lara and Sam join lips around the head of his cock. Vargas savors the sensation, cradling both of them with his big hands as their hot mouths take turns on his straining cock. Lara takes him deeper, her lips are softer, but Sam matches her with vigorous sucking that hollows her cheeks. They share a brief kiss with each other before returning to the darkening crimson of his cock.

“Yes, my little concubines,” groans Vargas, feeling his pleasure rise with each turn one of the women takes on his cock. “Would you like to drink the blessed seed of the high priest?”

“Yessss,” moans Sam.

“I want it,” pouts Laura, angling Vargas’s cock so she can stuff the whole thing into her eager mouth. Sam is left whimpering in disappointment as Lara takes Vargas down her hot throat. Tears flick from her eyes as her head bobs eagerly and her throat bulges around his cock. Her tits bounce with her vigorous deepthroating of Vargas’s surging cock.

“Yes, that’s it, tomb slut,” groans Vargas. “Drink the holy seed of Yotzl!”

“MMmmmmmmm!” Lara whines around him, easily fighting back the urge to gag as her squeezing throat muscles massage Vargas’s fat fuckmeat.

The villain cannot hold back. He grabs Lara’s head with both hands and slams his huge cock down her throat. He feels her spasm in response. She grips his legs, as if she might push away, but she is entirely submissive to his pleasure. Even as he chokes her repeatedly on his thrusting cock, she does not fight to escape him. He uses her mouth, the one that has offered so many insults in the heat of combat, as his personal fucktoy.

“Aaaahhhh! By Yotzl!” He throws back his head and the drums rumble loudly. His cock is in the velvet vise of Lara’s throat as he explodes. He pumps his cum straight down Lara’s gullet, thrusting hard into her mouth and slapping his bullock against her drool-smeared chin. Wave after wave of his cum pours down into her belly.

Lara gulps around his cock, taking every drop he feeds down her throat, feeling the warmth of his cum inside her as if she has swallowed a hot sacramental wine. He pulls his cock out of her throat, finally allowing her to breathe as he wanks out the last few drops into her open mouth. She pants for breath around his dribbling cum. The salty slime covers her tongue.

Before she can swallow, Sam kisses Lara and their tongues intertwine. The two women embrace as Vargas takes a step back, his thick cock drooping. Sam and Lara share the salty sweetness of Vargas’s cum, passing the small globs back and forth between them. At one point, the cum slips out of Sam’s mouth and onto her chin. Lara leans in quickly, sucking the cum into her mouth and kissing Sam to share it once again.

“If only your father were alive to see this,” chuckles Vargas. “The shame of his daughter servicing the man he hated with every fiber of his being. Reveling in the seed of her greatest enemy.”

Lara swallows the last of his cum and looks up at him lovingly.

“You’re not my enemy at all,” she says. “You’re my master.”

The collar around her throat rewards her abject submission with another fuzzy buzz of pleasure. She smiles sweetly at Vargas, already wondering if she can awaken his drooping cock.

Vargas steps back from the two girls kneeling before him. They whimper with disappointment.

“The time has come, my concubines,” he says. “To the altar, where you will offer your bodies as vessel for Yotzl.”

He takes their hands and leads them both over to the ancient stone slab of the altar. An obscene and grotesquely-detailed statue of the Dragon God looms over the altar. His enormous phallus juts from his reptilian hips, huge bollocks lifelike in their detail, his snarl of lust as savage as the tribal beat of the drums. Lara feels that drumbeat in her heart as she climbs upon the smooth stone of the altar. She rolls onto her back and Sam stretches out beside her.

They grasp hands, finger interlocked, as Vargas gazes down upon them and massage more gol oil into his flaccid cock. Lara’s curvy, creamy flesh contrasts sensually with Sam’s slender, golden body. Vargas’s drooping member rises in moments to hardness to match his desire to absolutely rule Lara Croft.

Lara has been bathed of the filth of the cultists that captured her. Vargas lowers his face to her creamy thighs, pressing them wide, inhaling the scent of her aroused cunt. His cock twitches at the primal aroma of her fertility. He lashes her folds with his tongue, savoring her sweetness.

“Ohhhh, master,” she cries, squirming on the altar as he licks her cunt several more times. Her delicate folds are swollen with her lust, her vessel slick; she is ready for the mighty seed of the Dragon God. As Vargas gives the moaning tomb raider a last lick, he reaches over and thrusts two fingers roughly into Sam’s equally eager pussy.

“Oh, thank you,” cries Sam, arching on the stone slab and pushing her pussy against his touch. She has never known anything with the clarity of how she craves his cock. He pumps his fingers in and out of her tight channel and stands high once more above Lara. He is poised to claim her, his hard cock only inches from her glistening entrance. She lifts her head and looks from his eyes to his oil-slicked manhood, so close she can almost feel it throbbing.

Lara does not bother to wonder why she craves Vargas’s fat cock inside her. She grasps her legs beneath her knees and bends her legs up, thighs parted wide, her juicy pussy actually parted to reveal her hot pink interior.

“I’m ready for you, master,” she says, looking up into his eyes.

“No mortal could truly be ready for this,” says Vargas, bending her legs back even further, pushing her knees almost to her breasts.

Any reply she might have formed is cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Vargas rubs his cock against her entrance. He rides the underside of his shaft against her opening and teases her clit with the fat head of his cock. He smacks the hot bludgeon of his male meat against her bud, sending further shocks of pleasure through her body. She is feverish with desire, squirming beneath him and twisting her hips to try to encourage him to sheath his hard cock in her tender quim.

“It is a great honor I bestow upon you, Lara Croft,” rumbles Vargas, torturing her tender folds with the head of his cock.

“You are so lucky,” agrees Sam, turning onto her side for a better view. She takes over fingering herself on the altar so that Vargas can use both hands with Lara. She fucks herself with the wedge of three fingers and bucks her hips. She stares at Vargas’s cock, poised to slide into Lara’s hot British quim, and her body aches with jealousy.

“Please, master,” pants Lara. “I am worthy. Please, give me your—AAHHHHHHHHHH!” 

Vargas savagely thrusts his cock into Lara’s hot pussy. He grunts as her hot depths stretch around him and respond with a reflexive squeeze. He thrusts past her clutching muscles and buries every inch of his hardness in her pussy, driving deeper into her until his bollocks are pressed against the soft divot of her asshole. Lara’s eyes go wide and she struggles to breathe. She has never been so utterly filled by a lover. It is as if Vargas has taken possession of her entire body with a single stroke.

He pulls his hips back and thrusts in again. He moves with strength and urgency. The drumbeat matches the pace he sets, slamming his cock into Lara’s pussy and driving her down onto the altar. Her breasts sway with every stroke and her full lips part with a wordless moan to give voice to her pleasure. Sam leans over and kisses Lara’s jiggling breast. Sam latches to a thick nipple and draws Lara’s tender titflesh into her mouth.

It is too much to bear and Lara cries out, “Yessssss!” Her orgasm is prolonged and intense. Her back arches, she clings to Sam, and her pussy ripples and squeezes around Vargas’s driving cock.

The villain is lost in his own pleasure. He can feel it rise, his ball tightening and his cock swelling inside Lara. Her beauty almost angers him. How could she deny it to him for so long? He snarls savagely, leaning into her, driving his cock harder and faster into her body like a brutal piston of flesh. Sweat gleams on his muscles in the torchlight. 

The drumming grows heavier to match his powerful strokes.

“Your body… is a vessel,” he growls. “To give birth to the Dragon God!”

“Yotzl!” Lara cries. “Fill me, master! Fill me with his seed!”

The drummers begin to chant, their words ancient and primal, their song building to an ominous thunder. Lara can feel Vargas growing tense above her. She can feel his cock swelling to an impossible extent inside her. She realizes his eyes are turning yellow and his flesh a deep reddish hue. This does not scare her, it excites her.

“Yotzl!” She wails with pleasure. “Fill my vessel with your holy seed!”

The choker around her neck flashes with scarlet light. Lara’s eyes glow and an orgasm strikes her like a bolt of pure pleasure sent down from the heavens. Vargas, transformed into the living avatar of Yotzl, snarls loudly and bares his fangs as he gives Lara a final, mighty thrust. His cum explodes deep inside her, flooding her womb and overflowing her stuffed channel. The hot rush of this cum triggers another orgasm in the beautiful tomb raider and she screams with abandon, hugging Sam’s head against her breast.

In that moment, Lara Croft, the infamous tomb raider, is bred by the Dragon God. Her body quakes with pleasure as her mind reels with the realization.

She will birth a living god into the world.

Her eyes glow a faint red to match the serpent on her collar. Her dreamy smile is that of someone who has been completely enslaved by pleasure. Lara Croft’s adventures are at an end.

BAD END