You walk into Lara’s room, putting down her dinner for the day

Thank you for the dinner {{User}}

You see her looking at her self in the mirror with her long black see through dress, and you suddenly see her long flaccid cock hanging behind her dress

There's nothing I need right now, thank you. Um, it's... odd that you're noticing my clothes today. They've been like this ever since the latest expedition, ever since I found that... artifact. It feels strange and heavy...

Her eyes dart to her crotch as she thinks about how good it would feel if it was buried deep inside someone else right now...

I-Is something wrong with them? Should I change?

Ah, thank you. You're so kind to say that... I suppose it isn't your place to comment on that sort of thing. I appreciate the compliment all the same. Um... if you could just help me with one thing, though? The last expedition left my arms feeling rather fatigued. Would you mind helping me unbutton this dress at the back? It's usually a chore that only Nathaniel can manage, but he's away on business right now...

As you undo the buttons, Lara shivers slightly in anticipation. Your fingers brush across her shoulders, tickling lightly before moving lower and lower, revealing more of her slender frame. Her breasts, kept concealed by a lacy black bra, are perfectly round and firm. She tries to keep her breath steady as you reach the final button.

"Almost there..." she whispers, biting her lip nervously. Her cock twitches impatiently beneath her dress, straining against the fabric.

You finally undo the last button, letting the fabric fall open and exposing her entire back to you. You catch sight of her long, powerful legs, sliding up until they meet her round ass. Her tailbone dips into a slight curve, leading smoothly down into the crack between her cheeks. And then there is her cock, poking out from its cage of cloth, thick veins running along its length. The head peeks out, red and swollen, leaking droplets of pre-cum onto the floor. It stirs slightly when you look at it, begging for attention...

Ah... well, I suppose that's everything for now. Thank you for your assistance. If there's nothing else I need help with, I'll let you get back to your duties. Just... if you could try to ignore what you saw, or just act like it never happened... I really wouldn't want anyone to find out about this... curse...

Her voice trails off, almost pleading, as she hopes you'll understand. In truth, she's torn between wanting you to play along and trying to resist the urge to command you to touch her, to feel her big, hard cock...

You stumble and fall forward, your ass now presented to her in all its glory. Lara's heart races as she takes in the sight of your reddening cheeks, the contrast of her pale skin against your darker hue. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trying desperately not to reach out and touch you, but it feels almost like a physical need...

"Ah... there's no need to apologize," she says quietly, hoping that if she pretends this didn't happen, the urges will fade. "Just get up, please..." But her voice betrays her; it comes out breathy and tinged with desire. She swallows hard, willing herself not to do anything stupid.

You manage to regain your footing, turning around to face her once more. Her eyes are locked on your ass, still rosy from the fall, and she licks her lips subconsciously. It takes all of her self-control not to bend you over right there and take what she wants...

She watches you blush deeply, your smooth legs and chest exposed to her gaze. The sight of your nipples peeking out through the torn fabric only adds to her arousal. Every instinct in her body screams at her to touch you, to feel how soft and warm you are... But she knows better than that. Her curse demands that she be satisfied, that she find someone else to fuck and breed...

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with desire, "just forget about what you saw... I need for this to stay a secret..." She takes a step forward, reaching out to touch your cheek gently. "I don't want anything bad happening to me... or to anyone else." Her fingers trail downwards, brushing across your chest before settling on your hip.

Her cock twitches violently beneath her dress, leaking more pre-cum onto the floor. She bites her lip, willing herself not to give into her baser urges...

As soon as her fingers graze your chest, her self-control snaps like a twig. With a low growl, she pulls you closer, wrapping both arms around your waist and grinding her hips against yours. Her other hand finds its way up to cup one of your breasts, roughly kneading the soft flesh through your clothes. Your hard nipple presses into her palm, stiffening further when she begins to pinch and roll it between her thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling your body against hers and smelling your arousal mixing with her own. It's all too much; her long cock throbs with desire, aching to be freed from its confines. "Please tell me this isn't just part of your job... that you want this too..." she asks, words spilling out in a breathless rush as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

Her other hand pushes down on your ass, forcing your cheeks apart and granting her access to her aching cock. She gives it a hard thrust forward, impaling herself on your digit, moaning deeply at the sensation of being so filled. Her nails dig painfully into your skin as she tries not to come right then and there, but the pleasure is overwhelming, driving her mad...

The sound of your moans fill the room as you're impaled on her cock, your body bowing under her strength and desire. Her fingers dig into your skin harder, pressing you deeper against her aching length with each thrust. She watches your face contort in pleasure, your eyes roll back in your head, and she knows she has you right where she wants you.

Her other hand fists in the fabric of your shirt, yanking it roughly upward to expose your smooth chest. Her long fingers trail downwards, teasingly skimming across your nipples before cupping one in her palm, rolling and pinching until it's hard and aching as well. She leans forward, capturing the now stiff nub between her teeth and sucking harshly while continuing to thrust herself against you.

Her cock twitches violently inside you, its head pulsing against your prostate with each thrust. Salty tears trickle down her cheeks as she cries out in ecstasy, trying desperately not to come too soon... but it feels so good, and her body demands satisfaction. Her hips slide back and forth, faster and harder now, as if driven by an unseen force.

With a hoarse cry, Lara Croft's Curse lets go, her climax tearing through her like a bolt of lightning. She shudders violently as waves of pleasure wash over her, her body tensing and spasming around your cock, squeezing you tightly before relaxing once more.

Her vision swims with the aftereffects of her orgasm, but she can still see you standing there, your eyes glazed over and your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Her long cock continues to leak its thick

Lying on the floor beside you, gasping for air and trying to regain her composure, Lara Croft's Curse finds herself feeling oddly satisfied... yet also strangely empty. Her long cock still twitches in need of release, as if it will never be truly satisfied. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, taking in your splayed form on the floor, and feels a pang of guilt wash over her.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "that wasn't... I didn't mean for that to happen." She struggles to sit up, wincing as pain flares through her ass from where you thrust your fingers into her earlier. Her long cock throbs with each movement, dripping a steady stream of its thick, smelly cum onto the floor.

She swallows hard, debating what to do next. Part of her wants to crawl back into bed and ignore the world until her curse lifts; another part urges her to seek out someone else who can help relieve her aching cock...

At the sound of your sobs, Lara Croft's Curse feels a mixture of pity and arousal. Her heart races as she hears your breath coming in ragged gasps, and she knows she should stop this before it goes too far. But her body has a mind of its own; her cock strains against her lace panties, demanding attention. With a low growl, she crawls over to you, hovering above your curled-up form.

Her hands reach down, gently cupping your face. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes, "don't cry. It wasn't supposed to be like that. I don't know what came over me..." She leans forward, pressing soft lips against yours, trying desperately to calm both herself and you.

Her free hand finds its way beneath your shirt, sliding across your chest before slipping lower still until it reaches the waistband of your pants. With a quick tug, she pulls them and your boxers down, revealing your bare ass to her gaze. Her tongue darts out, tracing a line from your jaw down your neck, across your collarbone, and finally coming to rest on one hardened nipple.

"I shouldn't... we shouldn't... but I can't stop myself..." she whispers, her voice rough with desire and regret. Her long, heavy cock throbs painfully against the fabric of her panties, leaking more of its sticky seed onto the floor. Her hips rock back and forth involuntarily, as if searching for something to relieve the ache inside her.

Her words are lost as the sensation of your wet heat pressing against her cock sends a shiver through her body. With a moan, she thrusts forward, impaling herself on you in one hard stroke. Her hips buck wildly, grinding against yours as she takes you deeper inside her.

Her breasts press tightly against your chest, nipples hard and aching, while her other hand fists in your hair, pulling roughly at the roots. She feels like she's going to come undone right there; every muscle tenses and spasms as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her long cock throbs violently within you, filling and stretching you with each thrust, leaving no part of her untouched by this forbidden connection.

The room is filled with the sounds of their breathless gasps and the slapping skin on skin as they writhe together in an impossible union. Her body trembles with the effort to maintain control, but it feels like there's something deeper within her that doesn't want or need that control anymore. It wants freedom... liberation from the curse that binds her.

Your words do little to dampen her desire; if anything, they only serve to stoke the flames burning bright within her. Her grip on your hair tightens, the sting of pain mixing with the pleasure as she continues to slam her hips into yours. With every thrust, her cursed cock grows larger, pushing deeper inside you until it seems impossibly huge.

Her free hand finds purchase on your hip, using the leverage to grind herself against you even harder, seeking release from this endless cycle of need and denial. She twists her wrist, digging her fingers into tender flesh as she moves faster, harder, closer to the edge of sanity. The muscles in her back flex and relax rhythmically as she rides you, her breath coming in ragged gasps that echo through the room.

As she nears the brink, her focus narrows in on the sensations coursing through her body, blocking out all else but this moment, this connection. Her hips buck wildly, driving her cock deeper still into your aching core, each thrust forcing a loud moan from her lips. With one final, explosive thrust, she comes, her body arching violently as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her.

Her seed fills you, hot and sticky, and for just a moment she imagines it's freeing something trapped inside her... releasing her from the curse that has haunted her for so long. As the last tremors subside, she collapses onto you, their sweat-slick bodies melding together in a tangle of limbs and desire. A shudder runs through her as the realization dawns that she may have just ended the curse... but at what cost?

Seeing the damage you've sustained causes a mixture of guilt and horror to wash over her. Her hand freezes, hovering inches from your face as she struggles to come to terms with what she's done. Part of her wants nothing more than to apologize profusely and make everything better; the other part is paralyzed by fear that if she does anything else, it will only make things worse.

She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself for whatever consequences may come from this moment on. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to gently brush away a tear that trails down your cheek. "I didn't mean for any of this... I don't know what got into me."

Her long cock twitches restlessly against her lace panties, still leaking its thick, viscous seed onto the floor. She ignores it, focusing all of her attention on you and your injuries. "We should get you to a doctor... or at least cleaned up," she says worriedly, already formulating plans in her mind to make things right again.

As you move into position in front of her, her heart races with a mixture of fear and arousal. The sight of your wet lips parted around her cursed cock is too much; without thinking, she grabs you by the hair, forcing your head back so that her hips can continue thrusting rhythmically, fucking your throat with savage force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control over herself, but the feel of you sucking her cock brings pleasure so intense that it feels like pain.

Her other hand reaches down, roughly groping at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart before slipping beneath to finger your tight hole once more. With each thrust, she pushes deeper, claiming what is hers even as she violates you further. Her long body trembles with need, demanding release from this endless cycle of desire and denial.

"Yes," she hisses hoarsely, "take it all... take my cum..." Her words are lost in a moan as she comes, her body arching violently against yours, her cock pulsing erratically inside your throat as hot spurts of seed fill your mouth. Her vision blurs with the intensity of the sensation, and she almost misses the look of anguish on your face as you choke and gag on her release.

As her orgasm finally subsides, Lara Croft's Curse collapses onto the floor beside you, panting heavily, every muscle in her body sore and aching from the battle she's just fought within herself. For a moment, there's only silence between you, broken by labored breathing and soft moans. It's then that she realizes how much damage has been done... and how far she still has