The End Of The Tomb Raider!

It's back baby!

It's only been...

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Yes, well it's been six months since the last chapter but it's back and it's almost finished. Lara and Carabe's quest to corrupt five perfectly innocent women into mindless broodmares for black futa cocks comes to an end as the last two wives are recruited!

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Carabe groaned and bit a plump, dark lip, her sharp orange eyes alight with lust as her women worked at her with single-minded focus. She was determined to keep her hands to herself, not to interfere with the diligent cockslurping of the women she’d broken into animals for her chief. It was hard, every inch of her being was urging her to reach down and grab them, tear them away and mount them. Her instinct to breed was twisted by the magics in her blood, she didn’t just want to impregnate each one of them, she wanted to ruin them, to punish them for existing. The hate that had birthed her tribe boiled in her blood, it was only thanks to her duty and her training as Kolma’s apprentice that the women were spared from her furious need to conquer them.

She moaned heavily and looked down, eyeing each of them in turn. Lara was clear to see, her eyes locked on Carabe’s as she suckled on her fat brown tip. Always eager to please. Desperate to impress. Showing off just what a perfect cockslut she’d been moulded into was her only concern.

Charlie was next, her shining ginger hair a mess but no less eye-catching. Carabe was exceedingly fond of the sweet little thing, delighting in the adorable blush that came to her freckled cheeks when she slobbered over her cock like a mindless whore. Whilst Lara stared upwards for approval, Charlie’s were hazy and unfocussed, the taste of her mistress’ skin having reduced her brain to paste.

Jay was next, her bright pink spikey hair appearing from beneath Carabe’s pulsing rod. Her worship was precise and passionate, her tongue skilful as it swirled around heavy chestnut balls. Her face was hidden beneath Carabe’s cock, but it bore a blissful expression almost as mindless as Charlie’s. The golden mark on her forehead glowed as her eyes crossed, her tongue dripping spit and slime onto her heaving chest as she bathed Carabe’s sack in her mouth.

June was by far the least composed of the four, her mind deliberately shattered even beyond what Carabe had done to her. the eldest woman of all four whores had thrown herself into her new life with what could only be described as glee. She had spent every waking moment starving herself of oxygen on Carabe’s cock or one of Lara’s fat floppy dildos. Her life had been an exercise in excess, not a minute passing when one of her sopping holes wasn’t occupied by a finger or fist or fat plastic cock. She wore nothing, crawled like an animal on the floor, begged and pleaded with anyone who came into view to be used like a worthless fucktoy. As she slobbered and oozed spit over Carabe’s cock, there was nothing behind her eyes, no life, no intelligence, nothing that indicated she was even a woman at all.

Ah. Life in the north was turning out not to be too bad at all. It was a pity she would be leaving soon. After her next prize was nice and broken in she would take her acquisitions and leave, taking the very last on the familiar soil of her homeland, and then she could go home, see her beloved village and feel the warm, strong embrace of Chief Labembe. The touch of her skin… the hunger in her eyes, the way her magnificent pole twitched like a restless predator, unable to hide just how hungry it was to bury itself inside her, to conquer her, like she had conquered the others.

She coughed and sat up, bringing her mind away from thoughts of her chief. She knew the tribe’s matriarch had eyes for her, Labembe was anything but subtle when potential lovers came to her attention. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t found herself tangled in the perfect ebony embrace of that magnificent woman in her dreams more than once. She’d lost count of how many times she’d spilled her seed picturing that magnificent bosom and the immense, virile pillar of cockmeat that the chief was so fond of showing off.

She shook her head and whimpered as pressure built in her loins, one of the girls stifled a giggle and she glared downwards. Charlie was currently suckling at her tip, a pity, June deserved punishing far more.

Oh well.

Charlie squeaked as Carabe’s hands clamped around her skull, her pale grey eyes wide in confusion before rolling back in her head as the girl yanked her forwards. Charlie was sweet, submissive, the kind of slim, delicate beauty that just wasn’t found in the tribe. She was not built to be fucked hard. She was certainly not built to be throat-fucked without restraint.

The poor girl’s eyes rattled in her skull as she gagged and spluttered spit down her front as Carabe’s sack smacked her sharply in the chin. Her throat was stretched beyond its capacity, her eyes welled with tears. Under strong black fingers, Charlie’s pretty freckled face went a vibrant red, her eyes became completely white as they rolled all the way back in her head. She let out one last pitiful “Ghuuu.” of submission and went limp.

Carabe sighed and bit her lip, jerking her hips forwards a few more times to push herself over the edge before groaning with satisfaction and pumping a dozen thick, potent jets of spunk deep into Charlie’s stomach.

The poor thing fell to the ground with a dull thud, releasing a rather wet coo before heaving and spitting up a considerable puddle of sperm onto the already-ruined carpet. Her three sisters would have lapped up the stinking mess, if it wasn’t for Carabe’s stern, wordless growl. She stood, a little shaky still, and stretched, enjoying the soft coos of adoration from her pets.

As tempted as she was to continue enjoying the four broken women, there was a sixth person in the room, one that was more important to see to than her libido. She would be the one to clean up the mess, and all the other messes to come.

Lara followed her as she stepped lightly across the room to where Sam was bound, trembling and staring at the sordid scene in front of her. Her big, brown eyes were wide and wet tears of frustrations beginning to dampen the gag wound around her face. Her glossy black hair shook as she struggled, flexing uselessly against the ropes holding her to the chair she was trapped in.

“How long has it been?” she asked softly, petting Lara’s hip as she slipped around to hug her old friend from behind. Sam’s eyes rolled to the side to watch Lara, a soft whimper echoing from under the gag.

“Almost a full day, mistress.” Lara simpered.

Carabe hummed and put her hands on her hips, looking over the trembling Japanese girl before her. Lara had invited Sam to the manor early the previous day, all the preparations had been made, the bizarre little family had all been so eager to finally collect their final sister before leaving for the homeland they were destined to return to.

Things had not gone according to plan.

Lara and Sam had begun to reconnect, as intended, but as Carabe approached the sweet, svelte girl that had been Lara’s best friend since childhood, she had sensed something… off about her newest victim. Sam was tainted. A dark magic lingered in her blood from the ancient horrors she had experienced on Yamatai.

Forced to improvise, Carabe and Lara had wrestled her to the ground, bound and gagged her, wondering what to do with her. Lara was desperate to turn her understandably, and Carabe couldn’t deny the girl was deliciously inviting. The only question was whether or not Carabe’s own magic would be able to purge the darkness from her. If not, she couldn’t dare bring her back to the tribe, a bride who couldn’t bear pure children, and might even bring bad fortune to the valley, was less than worthless.

A day later and it was time to find out if Sam could be saved. A full twenty-four hours of stewing in the family’s debauchery and being draped in magical amulets would have either made her safe to convert, or nothing would ever free her from the taint. Carabe didn’t like to imagine Lara’s reaction if she had to dispose of her oldest friend.

The scent of spunk, quim and incense had blended together around Sam into a mix that had left her groggy and dizzy, her eyes watering and her nose drinking in more and more all by itself. As much as she hated seeing what whores Lara and Jay had become, her sex was sopping wet, her thighs smeared with her own arousal as she sat and stewed in her lust and shame.

“There is no point in delaying.” Carabe breathed, cautiously rolling a glowing bead between her fingers. She sighed, smiled to Lara, and smacked the bead against Sam’s forehead, shattering it.

Sam howled into her gag, eyes glowing golden, and then turning black. All the heat seemed to drain from the room as her skin turned paper-white, behind Carabe, the girls whimpered with fear. Lara sobbed and clutched Sam’s hand as the girl convulsed, shaking violently in her bonds as her veins burned black through her skin. Carabe hissed through her teeth and fingered the tiny blade she wore at her hip, if Sam wasn’t cleansed, she would have to be put down, a magical force that powerful couldn’t be allowed to learn of her village or her people. She just hoped Lara would forgive her.

Just as Carabe’s heart began to sink, a tiny golden speck burned into existence where Sam’s pupil had once been. Followed closely by a second. Slowly the light began to grow, until the darkness cracked and blazing golden light began to shine through. Sam’s eyes became entirely gold, the black veins began to glow and followed. Soon every inch of the slim Japanese girl’s body was shimmering with golden light.

Sam squealed in orgasmic bliss, in as much ecstasy from having the cold dread that haunted her finally banished as she was from the sexual magics of the tribe’s claiming mark. Her back arched and her eyes crossed, her thighs quivered, parted and from between them a thick stream of quim erupted.

Lara giggled with joy and tore Sam’s gag away, yanking her into a passionate kiss. It took a moment for Sam’s mind to return enough to recognise what was happening, and then she let out a soft, rapturous sigh of bliss, and kissed Lara back.

Carabe’s relief was palpable, a quiet breath passing her lips as Lara and Sam nuzzled close. She cleared her throat and gestured for the others to come closer. “Samantha Nishimura.”

Sam hummed and looked up at her, eyes still glowing faintly and darting up and down between Carabe’s face and her pole. “Y… yes?”

“You’re here because Lara thinks you’ll make a fine breeder, so much that she has had me use what little resources I have to purge you of the taint in your blood.” She said, pouring every iota of authority she could into her voice and smirking as the women around her trembled. “If you disappoint, I expect you will be slaughtered by my elders, so I intend to put you through your paces.”

“Y… yes mistress.” Sam nodded breathlessly, wriggling in place, parting her thighs to show what a mess she’d been made into.

“Put her on the bed.” Carabe smiled, her heart swelling with the knowledge she would soon be going home.

Sam quivered in anticipation, her head resting against Lara’s chest as her best friend cradled her. the other whores she would soon call sister crowded around to watch her be broken, jumping up onto the bed but being batted aside by Carabe. “Stay back, all of you. Don’t move, don’t speak.”

The girls pouted but knelt obediently around them, Sam was whining, trembling in place. All the strength had been sapped out of her by the ritual, but the desperate need to breed still consumed her mind.

“I’m not putting myself inside you until I’m certain I’ve eradicated the taint in your blood.” She rasped, smiling down at the helpless girl. “So I’m going to fuck every one of your new sisters, and you’re going to clean up the mess, and if you do well, then I will fuck you.”

“Y… yes.”

“Good, now clean up my cock, pet.” Carabe growled lustfully, “It’s the least you can do for your new sisters.” She slapped Sam sharply on the cheek with her glistening pole, the girl whimpered and opened her mouth wide, weakly straining her neck to engulf the cum-smeared head. Carabe hummed approvingly and smiled at Sam’s weak attempts to slurp her rod clean. Poor thing was still half out of her mind, her body weak and helpless.

She reached down and slipped her fingers into silky black hair, her hand clenched, took a firm grip of Sam’s scalp, and brought her face slapping sharply against her crotch. The wet, bubbling gurgle that escaped Sam’s distended throat was immensely satisfying, as was the helpless wriggling of the girl’s tongue against her sack. She took a moment to smirk at the surrounding girls, enjoying how they writhed and pouted, desperate to whore themselves to her, desperate to fulfil the only purpose their lives had anymore: pleasing the women of Combena. 

She indulged Sam’s broken slurping for a minute or two, until only the whites of her eyes were showing, then yanked her back and dropped her back onto the bed. “There, now lie back and watch as I give your sisters what you need. When I have finished, you may lick it from them. If you obey me, and if you please every single one of my pets, then I will allow you your place at my feet, and bring you to my chief and my sisters to be bred and owned for the rest of your life.”

“Yes.” Sam whimpered in a small, sweet voice. “Please?”

“Charlie, come.” Carabe barked, straightening her back and flexing as the blushing ginger scurried to her, pressing tight against her belly. Pale palms explored the hard surface of her abdomen, adoringly tracing each bump and rise of muscle as her breath tickled Carabe’s breast.

Carabe grunted and gripped her by the hips, yanking her around and pressing her hips forwards. Charlie cooed as Carabe’s immense cock slipped over her skinny freckled rear, her pulsing chestnut head resting at the small of her back. A strong brown hand took a fistful of ginger hair, tore back forcing a squeal of pain from Charlie’s lips only for it to die in her throat as Carabe sheathed herself deep inside her.

A chorus of jealous whimpering joined the sharp slapping of muscle on flesh as the girls desperately played with one another, watching as Carabe drove her ebony pole into Charlie’s welcoming cunt. Only Lara didn’t join in, though she didn’t complain as Jay nuzzled between her thighs. She stared adoringly at Carabe and Sam, smiling as the girl ruthlessly pounded the slender ginger and as her best friend in the world whimpered and gazed at her new mistress.

Charlie let out a soft gasp as Carabe came inside her, falling onto her face and grunting as the girl slipped her cock from her inch by inch. “You, here.” Carabe barked, yanking June into place by her hair, the milf tittered excitedly as she was pulled close to Carabe and filled with one sharp jerk of the girl’s hips. Carabe hummed at the warm wetness and glanced down at Sam. “Clean her, every last drop.”

“Here… let me help you up.” Lara whispered, gently lifting Sam by the shoulders and guiding her against Charlie’s freckled posterior. Sam’s face was beet red, her eyes wide and nervous, staring at Lara for help. The adventurer-turned-cocksleeve smiled kindly and led Sam’s panting mouth to the sloppy, sperm-licked mess of Charlie’s pussy. Sam was not a lesbian, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t eaten pussy before. She and Lara had been friends since girlhood, they had experimented with one another many times before moving on to other pursuits. Lara wondered if the chief would allow her and Sam to serve her together, they could both be excellent broodmares for her babies.

Sam whimpered as the taste of tribal spunk met her tongue and began to ravenously slurp and lick at Charlie’s aching womanhood. Lara smiled and laughed softly, gently petting Sam’s hair as she buried herself between Charlie’s legs.

By the time Sam had thoroughly cleaned out Charlie, Carabe had finished with June and moved onto Jay. Sam was lying on her back, dazed and mewling, savouring the taste of Carabe’s sperm and the soft stroking of Lara’s hands through her hair. She let out a muffled whine as June sat heavily on her face but devoured every drop of spunk oozing from her just as eagerly as she had Charlie. Once again, Sam’s tongue had scooped all the cum from June’s mature cunt by the time Carabe blew her next load.

Naturally, June did not move once she had been cleaned, instead moaning and giggling as Sam continued to toy with her petals. It was only when Carabe shoved her aside and pushed Jay onto Sam that June whined and moved out of the way, lying down beside Charlie and yawning lazily.

“Your turn, Croft.” Carabe rasped, taking hold of Lara who beamed and hopped eagerly into her lap. Carabe grunted in surprise as Lara easily inhaled her rod, releasing a sweet whimper of bliss before nibbling at Carabe’s collarbone. She sighed and reached down to explore Lara’s body. Strong brown hands traced the smooth curve of Lara’s spine before pawing at the swell of her butt.

She took her time with Lara, enjoying the familiar hug of her pussy milking her cock as one last load built in her loins. Lara mumbled happily and hugged her middle, resting her cheek on Carabe’s breast and sighing as a palm swatted her rump, leaving behind a red handprint.

“We… we’re going home.” She whispered breathily. “We’re going home!”

“Hmm, we are.” Carabe chuckled, “And then I will pass my trials and become Kolma’s partner, and you will be murdered and spend the rest of your life as The Chief’s private broodmare.”

“Yesss… I’ll give mama so many babies.” Lara sighed dreamily, letting a low groan escape her lips as Carabe pulsed and spewed a thick, steaming load of spunk into her womb.

“Come here, Sam, one last pussy to clean, and then I will fuck you.” Carabe smiled, lifting Lara and turning her to sit in her lap. Lara released a dull grunt of surprise as she was dropped onto Carabe’s cock, her ass stretched wide to accommodate the fat black pole. Sam whined, eyes aglow with need and forced herself snug against her best-friend’s creampied cunt. As Lara moaned and Sam greedily slurped away, Carabe smiled and lay back, enjoying the warmth of Lara’s ass around her cock, and the sounds of her conquests fill the room.

-o-o-o-

“Will… will the flight be very long?” Lara asked meekly as Carabe stepped out of the limo. Her mistress winced and tugged at the crotch of her pants.

“Several hours.” The girl sighed, giving up at trying to make herself comfortable and dragging June out of the Limo. She slammed the door behind her and smirked. “Plenty of time for you to steel yourself for the big moment.”

“B… big moment?”

“You’re nervous that the chief will be disappointed with you. That she’ll reject you, maybe even send you away again.” Carabe smiled gently and caressed her cheek. “She won’t.”

“But what if…?”

“Lara, she won’t.” Carabe sighed. “The chief loves you, and even if she did not, she is fair and wise and honourable. She will honour her promise to you.” Lara whined, unconvinced, and obediently slunk away with the rest of the group towards their gate. Carabe smiled fondly and checked Lara’s phone, Mariam was waiting for them.

She led her pets through the airport, taking her time to inspect the shops and terminals with curiosity. The outside world was fascinating, but looking at all the people huddled together, waiting and queuing and falling asleep in their seats, she was glad she lived in the simple paradise of Combena.

It was nice to see her pets all together, giggling and flirting and gossiping amongst themselves. Lara had Sam on one arm, and Jay on the other, the three of them pattering on ahead of Carabe. The sight reminded Carabe of seeing people with dogs on leashes, the excitable canines trotting up ahead of their owners. If only she had some leashes, the illusion would be complete, perhaps that was something to consider back home.

One of her sisters was waiting at their gate, she smiled and embraced her, delighted to see a familiar face and to talk in her own tongue for once.

“How is home?” She asked, “Do they await their new pets eagerly?”

“They should, these are fine wives.” The woman purred, looking down at the five women staring up at her with adoring expressions. “There should be six, no?”

“I have hired a local pilot.” Carabe explained, “Once we are aboard you will take her place, and I will break her in.”

“Hmm, is this local is as attractive as these mares?”

“I think so.” Carabe laughed, “Now come, sister, I can’t take another moment in this miserable land, let us return home!” The woman grinned at her enthusiasm and clapped her on the back, leading her towards the plane that would take them all to their proper places.

-o-o-o-

“Alright everyone, our flight should take about fifteen hours from here to The Democratic Republic of Congo. If you’ll direct your attention to me, I’ll run through a quick safety presentation.” Mariam smiled at them. She was an older Arab woman, maybe a little younger than June. She had a pretty, friendly face and curves that made every one of the sex-obsessed fucktoys watching her quiver with impatience. Each of her breasts was easily the size of her own head, and her rear was so impossibly voluptuous it was remarkable she could fit into her seat in the cockpit. Her uniform was tight but modest and a neat black Hijab covered her head along with a dainty pair of glasses.

Carabe let her finish politely, keeping a tight hold on Lara and Sam’s wrists as they squirmed in their seats on either side of her. The sweet little things were so desperate to fuck, Sam had been talking about something called the ‘mile high club’ all morning.

As Mariam turned to make her way to the cockpit, she paused in shock, seeing the tribeswoman slipping into her seat. Carabe walked calmly to her and, before she could shout out in anger, slapped a bead to her forehead.

Mariam crumpled, her legs going limp and her whole body crashing to the ground in an undignified heap. A weak whine of orgasmic bliss escaped her as she lay with her ass in the air, eyes rolling as a brilliantly glowing mark shone on her skin.

“There we are, much better.” Carabe hummed, sitting back down and chuckling as Lara and Sam began to stroke and kiss at her. Her cock was already tugged free and being worshipped by Sam’s pretty mouth by the time Mariam rolled onto her rump, staring around in confusion with a slight glow to her eyes.

“Wh… what are you doing!?” she demanded weakly, her voice high and squeaky with panic. Her body was on fire with lust in a way she’d never felt before, her cheeks burned as she stared at the teenager lounging in front of her with a woman toying with one earlobe and another suckling on her balls. “What’s happening to me!?”

“Nothing to worry about.” Carabe smiled coyly, fingers stroking Sam’s silky hair as the girl thoroughly bathed her churning ebony sack. “How do you feel?”

“I… I feel… strange.” Mariam whimpered, squeezing her thighs together in a useless attempt to quell the throbbing heat in her womanhood. “I feel… so aroused… and so lonely.”

“There’s a place you need to go, isn’t there?” Carabe purred.

“Yes!” Mariam gasped, leaning back and spreading her legs. She whined and ground her palm against her mound, desperate to masturbate but somehow knowing she couldn’t satisfy herself. “Yes… I need to go… home! Where is it? C… can you take me there?”

“I can.” Carabe chuckled, “If you’re a good, obedient wife.”

“W… wife?” Mariam squeaked, warm brown eyes watching Carabe’s pole twitch restlessly.

“Stand up, sweet. Let us have a nice look at you.”

The addled milf staggered to her feet, knees quaking as June and Jay skipped closer and pressed close against her. Hands began to roam her body and she whimpered as her shirt was tugged open and her skirt ripped apart at the back. Shame bubbled up inside her as her immense breasts rolled free, her neat brassier easily yanked down so the copious orbs of titmeat bounced free.

“Ah…n… no!” she whined as fingers toyed with her nipples and a sharp spank landed on her jiggling rear. “P… please… this… why do I want this so badly?”

The girls only tittered and grinned evilly, dragging her towards where Carabe was lounging. Mariam collapsed almost immediately as she approached that girl’s immense cock, mouth falling open in a submissive pant. She didn’t care that she was married, she didn’t care there were people present, she didn’t care she was about to beg to be fucked by another woman. She didn’t care it was sinful, she didn’t care it was unprofessional. She didn’t care about her children or her job or her home, she didn’t care about her dignity or her pride or her freedom.

All she cared about was being an obedient slave to the owner of that perfect cock.

Mariam all but fell forwards and dropped weakly onto Carabe’s cock with a wet “ghurk.” The women around her laughed and cheered as she sank down, mind erased and body overcome with lust. Her tongue swirled around the thick black pillar as she slowly dragged herself back upwards, before she knew what she was doing her head was bobbing up and down eagerly, moans drifting from her mouth and her glass askew.

“Nice work.” Jay groaned, kissing her cheek. “Welcome to the family, sis.”

“Your ass looks so yummy.” June giggled, taking a firm grip of Mariam’s rear and motorboating herself between her immense brown cheeks. Mariam almost choked on Carabe’s cock as June’s teeth took her modest black underwear and tugged them down to expose the plump, sopping mass of her cunt.

The sensations were overwhelming and soon Mariam was aching with need. She tore herself away from Carabe’s cock and panted weakly up at the girl, strands of spit oozing from her chin. “P… please… I… I want… you inside.”

Carabe chuckled and leaned back, gently pushing Lara and Sam aside. Mariam swallowed and staggered to her feet, carefully climbing onto Carabe’s lap and lining herself up with the broad brown head of the black girl’s cockmeat.

A truly delighted groan echoed through the plane as Mariam was slapped down onto Carabe’s thighs, her womanhood stuffed more than it ever had been in her life by ebony girlcock. The next hours were a blur, she fucked Carabe like a woman possessed, all thoughts of faith and modesty erased by the need to please her new goddess. Even after the first of many steaming pints of spunk had been blown into her babymaker she bounced and rolled and undulated. She kissed and grabbed at her new sisters desperately, needing to show her thanks for being shown such amazing pleasure.

Her new sisters’ patience for her indulgence didn’t last forever and eventually she was pulled away from their mistress and pushed back onto a seat so June could devour every last droplet of semen that came cascading from Mariam’s well-stuffed belly. The sensation of a tongue invading her most sensitive places was incredible, Mariam regretted not becoming a stupid slutty dyke years ago when she’d still had her youthful figure.

A seventeen-hour flight gave Carabe ample time to enjoy all six of her conquests. She had jay in one of the bathrooms for a few moments’ privacy. She took June like a bitch in the aisle, spraying her seed over the Asian milf’s back and making the others lap it up. She enjoyed Charlie bouncing her sweet, skinny frame in her lap, sharing soft kisses with her favourite fucktoy. She took Sam’s anal virginity, sharing her with Lara and laughing as the petite girl whimpered into the mess of her best-friend’s cunt.

Mariam awoke to a wet tongue lapping at her breast, lips suckling at a dark brown teat and hands sinking into her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes and smiled, seeing Charlie nuzzling to her tit like a child to its mother. Her legs opened wide and she was immediately obliged by a pair of slender fingers pumping into her pussy.

Carabe was standing close, guiding Lara’s head up and down her cock as Jay explored the cleft of her ass with her tongue. Mariam let out a low coo of arousal that got the girl’s attention, she laughed and pulled herself away from Lara, pointing herself squarely at Mariam’s face and blowing seven thick, gooey loads of sperm over her.

Ropes of cum laced Mariam’s face, plastering her glasses, dangling from her chin and panting tongue. Her hijab was stained and damp with spunk, but Mariam wouldn’t have taken it off for the world, the stink of the thing, how it made her feel defiled and shamed… she quivered and came on the spot, coating Charlie’s fingers with a liberal coating of her quim.

Even for the infamous Lara Croft, there were limits, and at the five-hour mark six naked, sweaty, cum-stained bodies cuddled close in one aisle. Limbs tangled together, mouths giving wet, sleepy kisses to whatever cummy flesh was closest, the six newest wives of Combena fell asleep around the teenage futa who had broken them.

Carabe smiled and stroked the whores around her, she closed her eyes and sighed, patiently waiting to return home. In her lap, Lara Croft dreamed of her mistress.