The reality of Lara's Legend

Disclaimer: With the exception of the amulets, I don’t own Lara Croft or any part of any of her games. This fiction is a way for me to release both my sadistic daydreams and to put to test the limit of my admittedly sick creativity.

UPDATE:Instead of posting part two on its own, I have merged it with part one to form a complete chapter.

Aight, I also made continuity changes to Part one, minor ones, so that y’all won’t be confused later when thinking back. Enjoy.


CHANGES: First off I removed the tid bit with the amulet being burned into Lara’s flesh; that part was actually supposed to be removed for continuities sake. As for the review about the semen degrading, yup, it probably should have. I guess my argument is even if the semen has degraded, the fluids don’t have a chance to escape as They are blocked by Lara’s regenerating hymen (yes yes that’s overused). Also since the Amulet she wears seeks to preserve homeostasis within Lara I would have reader believe that none of the fluids within Lara diffused out through her inner walls… As for Lara removing the semen from herself, I have fixed that lil’ bit

Note: I got an email a while ago from [someone] telling me that just because the Virgin’s Amulet could restore Lara’s hymen doesn’t mean that the hymen restoration could prevent her from getting pregnant. I’ve already replied to that email, and I’ll also reiterate myself here for all to be clear on one point: I know perfectly well that a women’s getting pregnant has absolutely nothing pertaining to whether her hymen is intact. I’m fresh out of high school and have had enough biology to know about the ovulation periods and all that crap. When I coined the name Virgin’s Amulet and said it prevented Lara from getting pregnant the reader was supposed to take for given that the amulet had mystical properties that prevented the process of fertilization. Okay, end of my rant….

Chapter 4:
Lara stood on the ancient switch, watching the platform a few feet away spin into place, opening the gigantic cuffs on the statue. Sprinting over, she vaulted over to where the gargantuan stone statue resided and grappled the lever in its center, pulling it out. The aged mechanism slowly lowered the arms from its original raised resting place, pulling with it the chains to which the dam barrier was lifted. A great surge of water filled the chamber below Lara, flowing down the tunnel and onto the great stone waterwheel, turning it and setting in motion the old booby traps. She could feel the weight the cum of Shogo Takamoto and the men before him had left inside her uterus, but so crammed with fluid it was that the cum, old and new, no longer splashed around when Lara moved.

Lara tried to ignore the feeling of an ominous premonition as the Virgin’s Amulet’s cool metal came to rest between her breasts as she rolled to a crouch after just avoiding the last of the moving traps. ‘Virgin my ass’ thought Lara vehemently. Her relationship with the amulet was one of love and hate. On three occasions now Lara had been brutally violated by no less than fifty men and some animals even, all of them due to her having been captured in some of the most bizarre and unforeseeable ways. The first time she had tripped over what would be considered a petty insignificant booby trap; the second time, hit by bullets shot from the death spasms of a man Lara killed and third, stunned with powerful aphrodisiac. Each time, Lara had been taken and raped by an ever increasing number of men, and each time the Virgin’s Amulet had restored her proof of purity, although in the process creating a dam behind which her womb was to the brim with semen. A few times during the rapes Lara almost wished that she wasn’t wearing the amulet, maybe just so that she actually died from being gang-banged. She was also tempted to stick a tube or something into herself to break the hymen and let out the filthy fluids within. Lara shivered as she remembered trying to do so the previous night.

(the night before)

When Lara had gotten home from Japan, the aphrodisiac serum’s after effects had kept her pussy in a warm pleasant state. She went to sleep trying to forget all that had transpired, and had awaken the next day with an ache in her chest and her entire pelvic region on fire. During the night Lara’s body had worked off the serum, and Lara was now going into a major withdrawal. Her pussy was thoroughly bruised, the entire inner part of her thighs rubbed raw from the prolonged abrasion of rough sex. Every other muscle in Lara’s body was similarly sore, having been driven beyond their normal functioning capacities multiple folds over. It took an hour for the pain to subside enough to allow Lara to get out of bed and dress. Fletcher didn’t make things any better by pestering Lara endlessly for her to wear the headset when she hits Africa.

Lara sighed as she stripped in her lavish bedchamber. Gathering up the tools she had gathered. She walked into her private bath, started to fill the Jacuzzi, and sat down on the edge of the tub. ‘Have to do this sooner or later’ thought Lara as she stared at the objects in her hand. A metel pipe, a bar of soap, a scrub wrapped around the pipe; Lara had finally decided that she was going to attempt self penetration and clean out her inner chamber. ‘This is going to hurt’ thought Lara.

“Lara! What happened?!” came the worried voice of Fletcher seconds later from beyond the door. Lara laid, sprawled on the tiled floor, panting at the sudden unbearable burst of pain that had just ripped through her. She tried to take the virgin amulet off, but somehow the piece of metal could not be lifted off from between her breasts, seemingly of its own accord.

“Lara!?” Fletcher banged on the door.

“Its…its nothing, I… thought I saw a mouse.” Lara said. Behind the door she could here Fletcher’s footsteps retreating, muttering to himself the absurdity of Lara’s being frightened by a mouse.

Propping her back against the tub, Lara once again tried to lift the amulet off of her chest, but somehow, even as she gripped it with both hands, it couldn’t be lifted but a few centimeters away from her.

Oh great, so now I’m not allowed to attempt self penetration… Lara thought. As if confirming her realization, the amulet send a tremor through her arms. Sighing in capitulation, Lara dipped herself into the hot bath, closed her eyes, tried to ignore her sore and throbbing crotch, and more over, she tried to forget.

(present time)

‘At least the bastards back there didn’t get the chance’ Lara thought, slightly happier that the first group of men she had met today were taken care of in the old fashioned gun-slinging manner.

Backtracking, Lara was pleased to see that the deathtrap has been revitalized, making it all the easier for her to lunge, roll and jump past them. She was a little vexed She attempted to contact Fletcher on the headset, who had insisted that she wear it this time around, but received no answer. Not thinking too much about it, Lara rounded a corner, and saw two large pits in the floor up ahead, each filled with sharp stakes ten centimeters thick and a few meters tall. ‘Small fry’ thought Lara as she took a running start and leapt high over the pit, shooting out the magnetic grapple and latching on to the conveniently placed ceiling fixture above the pit to swing over. As she did Lara saw a guard rounding the corner to investigate the sound of her footsteps. Not bothering to stop and draw a bead on the man, she kept running, jumped towards the next pit, and had just grappled the next ceiling fixture when she was hit three times in rapid succession, two bullets catching her in the left upper arm and a third passing straight through her right hand.

Lara screamed as her grip on the cable slipped, at this point she had swung almost to the other side but the impact from the guard’s fire had cost her that crucial number of millimeters, and with a cry of frustration, Lara’s body started to swing backwards. at this point she had regained her grip on the line, but had slipped too far down. First Lara’s calves bumped and knocked against several of the deathly sharp stakes, slowing her swinging motion and stopping her dead above the pit. With one of her hands injured and the other arm wounded, Lara couldn’t pull herself up, instead started to slide down onto the stakes, the cable grinding and burning into her good hand.

First Lara felt the tip of a stake catch the hem of where her shorts covered her crotch, its pressure against Lara’s pelvis increasing as she continued to slip. The iron stick started to shove Lara’s shorts and her underwear into her pussy, and Lara gasped as the material was slowly pushed into her, giving her a wedgie in the rear while driving discomfort into her vagina. Frantically, Lara raised her injured right hand, and ignoring the stinging pain, grabbed the rope and tried to pull herself off of the stake.

“Freeze!” the guard on the edge of the pit said, leveling his rifle at Lara’s head. Lara did as commanded, and watched as several more guards rounded the corner. ‘Fuck’ Lara though. ‘fuck fuck fuck, how could I be so stupid! Should’ve shot that guy before crossing’

The guards meanwhile looked at Lara in her predicament. Lara half expected them to drag her out of the pit and rape her right then, but was even more shocked when one of the guards stopped the others from stepping towards Lara.

“Mr. Rutland says if we should capture Lady Croft that we bring her to him first, unsoiled. He says we can get our bonus after his work is done.” With that the guard, keeping his gun on Lara, gave her a shocking order. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
“Lower yourself onto the pole, bitch, while I go get Mr. Rutland.” The man ordered. The other men sniggered, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Lara looked down at the stake she was positioned over. Needless to say, it was honed to a sharp conic edge, with the conic region about 15cm tall. The rest of the stake was 10cm in diameter, and Lara wasn’t even sure if something of that size would fit in her.

“Come on bitch, do it or I’ll shoot you and have you *fall* onto it.” The guard said. Not having any other choice, Lara slowly lowered herself gingerly onto the rod, the tip of which initially pushed her clothing into her, then ripping through the cloth. The sudden lack of resistance by the cloth made Lara unwittingly drop the full 15cm onto the conic region of the stake. She gasped in pain as her hymen was torn through, while her walls were stretched to accommodate for the thick stick. The uneven rust on the pole coarsely scratched past Lara’s inner walls, adding to the throbbing sensations traveling up her spine. Lara’s grip tightened on the grapple-line, and she had the urge to pull herself up.

“Let go of the rope” came the command. Lara blanched; she looked frightfully up at the guard, who unsympathetically raised his gun and fired warning shots past her head. Not having any other choice, Lara first released her right hand, on which the bullet wound was already starting to heal, and reached down with it to grasp the stake right below her crotch. Her legs similarly clamped down tightly on either side of the rod. Taking a deep breath, Lara let of her left hand, and screamed as she slipped a further 5cm down. Her hand shot down to stop her descent, but the damage was done. Inside Lara, the tip of the rod forced its way past her cervix and dipped into the reservoir of semen stored within her. With Lara’s hymen broken, gravity pulled the semen downwards. The sticky white fluid would have been flowing out of Lara in a downpour would it not for the fact that her entrance and vaginal walls were stretched taut around the thick rod, fully plugged.

Lara balanced herself precariously on the rod, afraid to lose her grip, tears welling up and streaming down as the men across the pit laughed themselves silly.

“Rog, I’m gonna go get Mr. Rutland, you stay here, and if the bitch so much as moves a millimeter up, shoot her.” Said the man who had been giving Lara the obscene orders. With that he left to do as he had said.

James Rutland came walking around the corner a few minutes later, dressed in a dark red casual shirt and long pants, his eyes catching Lara’s state; the grin on his face only got wider.

“Nice piece of artwork you made there, soldier, now lay the bridge down so Ms. Croft doesn’t have to remain so lonely there.” Rutland commanded. The other mercenaries exchanged looks of glee, and rushed around the corner, returning seconds later with a stack of long planks which they proceeded to lay across the chasm on both sides of Lara. Due to Lara’s being halfway impaled on the rod, the planks came up to her belly, the guards placed them within close proximity of Lara, leaving only a small gap between which she was situated.

“I suppose I ought to give you men a bonus, so I’ll be in the main chamber waiting, when you’ve sufficiently provided Ms. Croft a visitor’s welcome, bring her to me.” Rutland walked across the planks, bent down to whisper into Lara’s ear. “I have something *very* special to show you.” He then straightened up, turned, and left, leaving Lara with his three guards. Lara would have cursed at Rutland, but as it was it took everything to maintain balance on the pole and not impale herself any further. Deep within her she could already feel the sharp point of the stake poking into the back of her uterus. Her legs, forced to clamp down on the rod to hold her position, also pressed her vagina together tightly around the rusty pole, and Lara panted raggedly as perspiration collected on her forehead.

“I get first dibs” said the guard who was responsible for Lara’s capture. He bounded across the bridge, pulled down his pants, and motioned for Lara to blow him. The position was awkward, as Lara had been facing forward when she had settled onto the rod. Lara was about to accommodate for this by craning her head sideways when the guard chose a less gentle solution by grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around on the stick. Lara screamed as her grip was loosened and she was screwed a further 5cm down. Had the Virgin’s Amulet not strengthened Lara’s internal organs against physical damage the tip of the shaft inside her would have already broken through her uterus walls and caused internal bleeding. As it was her uterus was simply stretched upwards into her stomach to accommodate for the extra length. Never the less, the tip of the stake dug painfully into Lara, and she shivered in agony.

The only thought that Lara was able to console herself with was the fact that there were not a couple dozen men to go through this time around. She was positive that if she had to service any more men then there was present while holding herself up on the stake she would never make it. The guard grabbed Lara’s head, and without further ado forced it down onto his waiting dick.

Eager to finish as fast as possible, Lara didn’t need any coaxing as she voluntarily bobbed her head back and forth on the man’s cock, crying as she did, as even the slightest movement on top transferred to her pelvic region as torturous throbs. As Lara suckled the guard, another man cam up behind her and reached down to cut her clothing loose, removing her utility belt, guns and grenades. He then sat down behind Lara, allowing his legs to hang down through the opening on either side of her, and with one hand, reached down to toy with Lara’s clit.

It took a bit of effort to fit even one finger past the thick prod already occupying the women’s tight orifice, but the guard managed, hooking his index finger up into Lara, eliciting moans of pain from her. Tears streamed down Lara’s face, and she felt a second finger hooked into her.

“Let me help hold you up, Ms. Croft. You look tired.” Said the man behind her, and abruptly yanked upwards with his two fingers. Lara’s muffled screams were found extremely pleasurable to the man feeding her from the front, and he told his partner to make Lara scream some more, which the torturer gladly obliged, yanking the front flab of Lara’s labia this way and that, his nails scraping against her clitoris, driving her cries into hysterical proportions. His other hand reached into a pocket to produce a pair of cloth pins, and reaching around, he clamped one of them onto Lara’s left nipple, soaked her muffled screaming response in, then repeated with the other nipple. All the while, his two fingers inside Lara cruelly pulled her folds away from the pole, creating a small crevice from which a small amount of the semen store inside Lara was able to exit her, mixing with her blood and dribbling down the pole. The man, not able to see down there, nonetheless felt the wetness.

“I must say, Ms. Croft. You sure do get turned on by pain, don’t you? You’re positively pouring down there!” even if Lara were able to stop screaming into the cock in her mouth long enough to utter any words, she wouldn’t have told the man that what he was feeling was the cum that Lara had been carrying with her after being repeatedly raped and not her vagina juices.

Luckily for Lara, none of the three guards Rutland left with her had much stamina, but she was still forced to hold herself up for a full fifteen minutes, all the while being toyed with and tortured and by the time they hauled her out of the pit and bound her hands and feet together, before taking out knives and cutting away her clothing, pausing to fondle her some more, Lara was so fatigued she didn't even struggle. In this state, Lara was dragged off to Rutland, hazily wondering if the man was to rape her too.

Rutland was standing in the center of the chamber, to which Lara was unceremoniously dumped in front of him and left by the men. Behind her the entrance to the chamber closed, and she was greeted by Rutland’s voice.

“Lara, how pleasant of you to drop by, so you’re here for the Ghalali key to then? Perfect.”

“Pretend I don’t know what you’re talking about” gritted Lara through her teeth. Below her, evidence of the torture earlier had already started to heal, and the trail of cum leaking out of her had stopped. Rutland clearly noticed this, and a grin of mild surprise flashed across his face when his gaze swept to the Virgin’s Amulet between Lara’s cleavage.

“Ah, nothing too important, just the key to Excalibur, a size of a fist and all that, but that’s of no priority right now. Where did you get that amulet?” Rutland inquired, prodding the amulet with his shoe.

“Who wants to know?” Lara’s cheeks flushed as Rutland’s shoe grazed past her nipple as he put his foot down.

“It wants to know” Rutland replied, reaching into his shirt to pull out an amulet nearly identical to Lara’s. “The amulet of paternity would very much like to know why one of its brethren is in your possession."

Rutland reached down, and with one hand grasped Lara’s Amulet and tried to pull it off. As it had done with Lara when she tried to remove it, the Amulet resisted Rutland, and after a few tugs, he shrugged and gave up.

“Alas, such a treasure, I’m sure Amanda would have appreciated adding it to our collection… I hear you recently had a run in with Takamoto. Assuming you’re here and he’s dead, I would guess that..” reaching into Lara’s pack which the men had brought along, Rutland smiled, and pulled out the amulet Lara had collected from Shogo “ah, the Ascetics Amulet, quite unlike my own, but with its own merits of course. Now Lara, Before we began, I’m going to do you the favor of telling you your future. Me and Amanda, asides from our shared interests in archeology, are also quite fond of each other. But of course being a man who travels the world, I make do with what satisfaction I can find, as my amulet does insist I do. So unfortunately, I am afraid to inform you that after you and I have sated the needs of flesh, I am going to have to kill you. After all, can’t have Amanda throwing a jealousy fit.”

Lara’s eyes widened as she struggled against her bonds, realizing that Rutland intended not only to rape her, but also snuff her after he was done. On her chest, the amulet suddenly sent a wave of unearthly strength into Lara, and with two successive resounding clinks, her limbs snapped the metal cuffs holding them together.

Amazed at this sudden new found power, Lara rolled to her feet, not waiting for Rutland to respond, and lunged at him, intent on giving him a thorough beating. She took a swing at Rutland, behind which was the full power which her amulet had granted her. Seemingly effortlessly, however, Rutland caught Lara’s fist in one hand, and brought his other hand up, striking Lara in the stomach.

Lara’s breath was knocked out of her as she was propelled backwards and into the wall of a chamber. Before she could get reoriented, Rutland’s hand closed around her neck and lifted her naked body off of her feet, pressing her against the wall.

“Tsk tsk, don’t try to use your amulet against mine, it won’t work. If you were even slightly thorough you should know that the Paternal Amulet bears precedence over both of the amulets you possess. Trying to attack me with the power of your amulet is fruitless.

Lara struggled against Rutland’s hand, trying to call upon the strength that moments before she had been imbued with. But strangely, not only did that prove fruitless, but Lara felt her own strength sapped and muffed, and could not even bring herself to lift a single limb. Rutland released her, and Lara crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath.

“Such an amateur, tsk tsk. I don’t know how you managed to escape my men back in Bolivia, but rest assured that you will not be so lucky today.” With that Rutland undid his pants and pulled them off. Underneath, his erection showed clearly through the fabric of his boxers. Lara tried to struggle to her feet, but could not find the strength to do so. Rutland grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back to the center of the chamber, where he sent her sprawling. Lara defensively tried to curl into a ball, and Rutland let her remain as such while he removed his boxers, his erection springing from its cover. Getting down, he forcibly unbent Lara, ignoring her weak hands scrabbling and pushing against his chest, and used his knees to force her legs open.

Rutland’s cock was smaller than the pole on which Lara had been impaled moments before, so she did not feel much pain asides from the initial sting of her hymen being broken. She was more disgusted with the fact that not only is her rival planning on killing her, he is taking liberties with her body beforehand. But try as she might, Lara could not push the man out of her, nor could she fight the sudden arousal which seemed to wash through her. She opened her mouth to scream, but instead only uttered a moan.

“A nice touch to my amulet’s powers, wouldn’t you say?” said Rutland between thrusts “turns nor only its user horny, but also the partner.”

As if on cue, his penis suddenly widened within Lara, growing an extra centimeter in diameter. Lara’s eyes widened in shock, although she was too tired to respond with anything more than another moan. Rutland talked no more, instead focusing on thrusting into Lara, his hands grabbing her breasts for leverage. It only took him a few minutes to climax, sending a stream of cum to join what Lara already had within her. He wrapped Lara’s legs around his waist, and picked her up while still embedded within her. With inhuman speed, Rutland suddenly drove his whole body forward, along with Lara. She could feel the breeze brush her bare back, then gasped as her breath was knocked out of her by the wall which Rutland had slammed them into. Through her tears of shock, Lara could see the satisfied smile of the man she was engaged in sex with.

“That right then was the power of my sword fragment. Quite a wonderful thing it is, I don’t even have to be in physical contact to use its power as long as I was the last one to use it.” Rutland exclaimed. Lara dimly wondered why she never thought to tap the power of the shard that she had acquired from Takamoto, but her train of thought was broken as another rough thrust by Rutland sent her over the edge. Gritting her teeth, Lara stiffened her body, determined not to give Rutland the satisfaction of seeing her lose control of herself in orgasm. Rutland smiled wickedly, as if reading Lara’s thoughts, and reared back, smashing their bodies into the wall again and again, keeping Lara both breathless and speechless. He turned them around, leaned back so as to balance Lara upon his shaft, and bounced Lara up and down with powerful pelvic thrusts, the Paternal Amulet’s aphrodisiac like power translating the movement into irresistible pleasure for both of them.

Her jaw clenched so hard it hurt, Lara tried to fight the impending orgasm, but could only forestall it for a brief moment before she came again, but she was resolute in not losing her mind, and as such the only telltale signs of her having climaxed was a shiver of her body and the contracting of her vagina around Rutland’s member, which responded likewise by spewing its own load up into the compartment around it.

“Ah, still the feisty bitch of old. I will make you scream before this is over” said Rutland. Suddenly he bent his legs, and launched both himself and Lara high into the air. Lara’s eyes widened at this sudden show of impossible acrobatic prowess, then her breath was once again knocked out of her as they drove into the walls above one of the platforms surrounding the chamber. Only this time, the impact was hard enough to fracture one of Lara’s shoulder bones, and Rutland’s next few thrusts sent pain reverberating from the point of injury, until it healed on its own accord, whether by the Virgin’s Amulet or the Paternal Amulet Lara didn’t know. She barely had time to recompose herself before Rutland pushed off again, aiming for across the space of the chamber, landing on the opposing platform and slamming her into that wall. Without pausing to allow her recuperation, Rutland bounded off, this time angling them down and straight into the ground.

Lara saw stars as her head snapped against the ground, fire lancing through her chests as she felt both shoulder blades and a few ribs crack. She had heard Zip mention the practice of rough sex before, although on that occasion she had the power of turning down the offer. This was beyond anything she could have ever imagined, as Rutland, with every few thrusts, would shock her with inhumane acrobatics, sometimes cumming as they traversed empty air to crash into the intended landing spot. Effectively using her as padding against the rough gritty stone, Rutland smiled every time he cummed or felt Lara break a bone, knowing that whatever she went through, she would have to continue the ordeal until he chose to end her life, as otherwise the damage would only be repaired. Suddenly deciding to change the tactics, Rutland ceased his jumping about, instead laying Lara back onto the floor, his penis rapidly pummeling her hole while his fingers teased her erect nipples vigorously. Lara’s body, surprised by this change of pace, did not prepare itself for the orgasm, and as she came, Lara back arched involuntarily, a loud sigh of defeat escaping her lips.

“Ah” Rutland breathed, coming to his own climax as he relished in stripping Lara of her small resistance. His victim, still recovering from the force banging, closed her eyes and turned her face away, flushed that even the small show of fight had been lost. Lara’s hip, similarly dislocated after all of the impacts, slowly mended itself, albeit hurting her every time her rapist rocked into it.

Alternating between slamming Lara into walls and the floor as well as teasing her sensitive parts with gentle ministrations, Rutland must have come some thirty times, driving Lara overboard two dozen times as well before he finally returned their two bodies to the center floor, relishing in the sight under him; a defeated tomb raider, body glimmering with sweat, covered with pheromones, completely at his mercy. Rutland himself was tired, knowing that even with his amulet on, there is only so much a body can take. I’ll have to keep this thing on me for a while now, he thought as he rested his sweaty chest against Lara’s soft mounds, their respective amulets clinking together.

Rutland’s eyes sprung open as he felt Lara’s hand grasp the string around his neck, and with a jerk, pulled off the Paternal Amulet. She then tried to push him off, but when strength failed her managed to roll him off. As this occurred, Rutland suddenly feel his vitality leave him, the equivalent of a dozen hangovers traversing through his body, a throbbing ache erupting from his groin. He opened his mouth to scream, but could only do so soundlessly as pain beyond any description took him.

Panting heavily, Lara slowly realized the magnitude of what she had just done. At first only hoping to remove Rutland’s sexual appetite if only to let him kill her, she turned her head, still unable to rise, and found Rutland convulsing uncontrollably next to her. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his once massive member deflated to hang limply from him. A few moments later, Rutland ceased shaking, although from the irregular breathing Lara could tell he was still alive.

What Rutland knew but forgot to guard against was the fact that while his amulet granted him increased fertility and vitality, it still required his own strength to support it, and the fatigue from prolonged love making would effect his body many folds over if the amulet should be removed before the body can regenerate the energy spent. The average man could muster only two orgasms in a day, not much more even with the use of medication. Rutland breached thirty. The massive accumulation of stress and fatigue from this single session would’ve taken days to recover from, even with the amulet. It was as if he had built a several story building on top of which he stood, and removing the amulet had pushed him off before he could descend the stairs.

Lara’s own ordeal took relatively shorter to recover from, and in the absence of continued damage, her bones slowly and painfully healed themselves, as did the deep scratches on her back left by all the high speed impacts.. Getting up, Lara considered killing Rutland for his toying and abuse, but was brought to more pressing matters as she heard the door to the chamber start to creak open, diving towards the sword piece that Rutland had left on the ground earlier, and not knowing how to use its power, she sprinted forward, greeting the first to enter the chamber with the edge of the blade.

Lara would look back later and give herself a small comfort that letting Rutland live had actually saved her from ultimate doom, although as of the moment, she was not thinking about much else besides procuring some cloths and killing the guards on the way out. Meanwhile, Fletcher as usual pestered her about being kept in the dark every time she went spelunking, while Lara only smiled wryly that night when she overheard Zip mention the merits of rough sex to a irritated Fletcher.
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Aight, finally found my continuity. Thanks for waiting y'all, especially for the reviews. They definitely gave me the motivation needed to complete the work. So please, review on!

I’ve gotten more than one requests for more beastiality in my work, as well as some female on female action. Well unfortunately I’m adhering to the levels of Tomb Raider: Legend, and as such there aren’t that many chances for either, but yes I will give y’all animal lovers and F/F fans something in the future.

Meanwhile, I’m also advertising for some of my upcoming works, and if there is any interest please email me with ideas and suggestions. Requests also welcome:

Eragon: After seeing the movie, I went and bought the book, which gave me much more inspiration than the film. I’m planning to do something cruel to Arya around the time of her imprisonment.

Final Fantasy 10: Just some N/C fluff with Yuna, anything goes.

Naruto: A fic inspired by a doujin work of Crimson Comics, involving Itachi’s ingenuity in the use of the Mangekyo Sharingan and Kurenai. Also for the people keeping up with the manga, a fic involving Hidan’s special abilities and Kurenai seeking revenge for Asumas death. I'm also thinking of doing something with Sakura, but that is pending inspiration of the muse...

Any of the following videogames are potentials: Soul Calibur (I will be continuing my short story in that catagory), Resident Evil, Dynasty Warriors, Mario and related games, NFS: Most Wanted (might continue the first story I ever posted on AFF, or modify the existing story in light of better imagination)