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Tomb Raider: Tempting Treasure - 3
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 03:29:22 +0000 UTCAN: Held for review again. Made some changes to make things clear.
All characters are 18+.
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Lara gently took Lucas by the root, both hands holding him steady, aiming him upwards.
She shared one last look with the young man before dipping down - the shine in his eyes, that look of victory, sent an ache deep between her legs.
Another whiff of his musk drew a small groan from her. Lara brushed her lips against the bulging cockhead. A tiny little kiss. Soft and tender. Some of that sticky precum dabbed on her lips. The faint flavor of salt tingled at the tip of her tongue.
The whole cock twitched. All that hardened meat came alive in an instant. Lara recoiled an inch, fighting down the squeal that rose in her throat.
More. This cock wanted more. It was speaking to her.
Lara planted another kiss. This smooch lasted longer. She hummed as she felt the prick thrum with life in her hands, against her mouth.
More kisses followed. Affection bestowed eagerly, all over that pink cockhead. In little time, that long, pale beast was weeping. The scent was thick, overwhelming now, radiating off the young man’s cock and balls. The cock craved more… and so did Lara. She parted her lips. Dragged her tongue over the leaking slit.
Lara moaned as that flavor greeted her taste buds. She circled the crown with her tongue, sweeping it all up eagerly, greedily. Somehow, the sound Lucas made was even more satisfying.
“Aoooh… yeah….”
Lara slid her lips over the tip. She sucked him. One bob of her head. Two. Three. He was trickling more salty treasure onto her swirling tongue. She wanted to guzzle it all down.
A part of her - a small part - still clung to sanity.
She jerked back, letting the cock swing down between her naked breasts. There it twitched, tapping faintly against the inner slopes, leaving tiny smears of leakage as it did.
“I… we don’t have a lot of time.” It took a second for Lara to find her voice. She touched Lucas’ knee, hoping to find some understanding in his look. “I can’t go missing from my own party.”
There was no sympathy that she could see. Only hunger.
“Best get to work then.” He said, thumbing the base of his prick. The great stalk of meat listed from side to side. Another string of precum dripped down to the floor. Her heart ached. Wasteful.
Lara was blushing mad now. That warmth was in her chest, in her belly, all over her skin. It was all so absurd. Her, commanded by an eighteen-year-old boy. But with such a big, beautiful cock in her face… Lara could not say no.
She slipped her mouth over the tip again, bathing the crown with her tongue. She moaned at the taste, craving more. Then she plunged down, down, down the length of him, until his fat cockhead was making her gag.
“Hoo, boy-” Lucas groaned out in a broken voice. With her hands on his thighs, she felt the muscles tense as his cock touched the back of her throat.
Pride welled up in Lara’s chest. The months-long dry spell hadn’t left her rusty in the slightest. All that cock and she’d managed most of it in one go, her lips fastened around him only an inch or so from the root.
Her body reacted, trying to swallow him. The convulsions of her throat rolled over the head and down the shaft. A deep groan of pleasure rumbled from the teen’s chest. He shuddered in the seat, sinking into the leather.
Lara kept him sheathed in her throat for a bit longer, getting herself used to his size. Her eyes had gone watery and her chest began to burn. When it finally became too much, she hurled back, letting all those inches of cock erupt from her mouth.
Lara sucked in air, wiping the tears away. Her vision cleared to see Lucas slumped in the chair, that handsome face etched with primal need. That rod of his stabbed straight through the air, twitching and ready. Near the whole length of him was glistening. Her own handiwork, she noted with satisfaction.
“Still think you can handle me?” She challenged.
“I’ve handled more than you would ever believe.” The teen shot back. He found the strength to sit up, sliding to the edge of the chair, bringing his spit-coated cock up to Lara’s mouth. He looked down expectantly.
Cocky shit.
Lara went back to work. Both hands took him by the shaft as her mouth enveloped the crown, sucking and stroking in tandem. Far from graceless, this attack was measured and coordinated. Lara was no novice. She knew when to squeeze, when to suck, when to swipe or swirl her tongue. Lucas would be a puddle once she was through with him.
She fell into a nice rhythm. Stroking, sucking, twisting her hands around the slick shaft. She slurped around him, hollowing her cheeks some. He huffed out a curse whenever she did. She kept on, steadily bobbing her head. There was a tight, warm knot in her belly because her lips had to stretch around him. She remembered loving how that felt with Sebastien.
And his flavor, that deep salty, musky taste… God, it really had been far too long since she’d had her last real stud. Lara sucked quicker, milking more of that flavor onto her tongue. He was leaking that nectar much more than before. The sound of his groans, deep and guttural in that fresh, young voice, they spurred her on. Lara wanted more. More flavor. More of his moans. More of his cock.
He was touching her now, growing even bolder as she worked. She felt his hands first come to rest on her bare shoulders. Then they were on her neck, stroking her chin. Before long his hands were on her head, his fingers threading through her hair. A faint push, directing her bobbing head. A little irksome. A part of Lara wanted to tell the lad off… but another part kept her mouth on him.
Even though she loved the way he trembled under her hands and talented mouth, Lara managed a glare up at Lucas’ smirking face. To her annoyance, the young man was far from intimidated.
“You’re a natural, Lara.” He praised in a husky voice. “Never had a mouth as good as yours. Let’s go for the throat again. Come on, I know you can take it.”
Encouragement. As if she needed it.
Lara slipped her mouth over his shaft, dipping down, down, down again. Until she was choking herself on him. Tears blurred her vision again and she blinked them away. Her body shook, her throat trying to gulp down his throbbing rod. She tried to force it deeper, tried to take it all, every fucking inch. Lara gagged loudly, obscenely as she stabbed that fat prick into her gullet. Her reward was the taste of him settling in her mouth. A shadow of what she truly craved.
A moment of respite. Lara gasped for air through spit-smeared lips. Then she darted back down. This time she pushed past Lucas’ cock, pressing her face into his groin. She wanted those balls.
Lara filled her mouth with that pair of big, swinging, plum-sized testes. She hummed as new delights graced her taste buds. She sucked upon those bloated bulbs, moaning sweetly as she ran her tongue over them both. Swirling, circling, lathering them in a coat of warm saliva before hollowing her lips and sucking it all back down.
“Fuuuuck, you know how to treat a man.” There was a light waver in Lucas’ voice.
That and his praise was sweet to Lara’s ears. She allowed his balls to slip free from her mouth. They were wet and gleaming but she was not done. Lara pressed her lips to them, kissing both of those heavy, virile nuts. It was the affection they deserved.
They were so big and full, Lara could only imagine how much cum they could give her. Would there be enough to fill her belly, she wondered? Would he give her enough to paint her face? What about her tits? How would he taste? Salty? Bitter? A little sweet, perhaps? Ken had been a little sweet. So had Cowboy, shockingly. With how Lucas was groaning, shivering under her touch, Lara knew it was only a matter of time before he gave her a real taste.
“You’re hardly a man.” Lara tittered, returning to focus on the fat, pink crown. She kissed the tip gently, gliding her tongue over it. “But you’ve got a man’s cock.”
Lucas sunk further into the leather chair. He reached out to play with a lock of her hair.
“And that goes a long way with you, I see.” The teenager teased, eyes shining through the shadow of his brow.
Lara didn’t dignify that with a response. She held his gaze - even on her knees, Lara Croft was no dainty English rose. She made sure the lad saw the fire in her heart as she took him back in her mouth.
The nerve of this young man, looking like he’d won. Against her. As if having her mouth on his shaft and stones meant he’d tamed her. Lara was the one with the upper hand here. She was getting exactly what she wanted.
Up, down, up, down, up, down. Lara bobbed her head. Quick and slurping sucks, chased by firm, squeezing strokes. This young punk was in paradise. God, how he twitched against her lapping tongue…
“Holy fuck.”
“What? No more wisecracks?” She jacked him off at rapid pace, her hands slipping over him from root to top. Fast and sloppy, he was so drenched in her saliva.
“It feels so fucking good, Lara.” He huffed, his voice rough and strained. He desperately tried to buck his hips into her stroking hands. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.”
Lara didn’t know what to say to that. But his praise felt good. A deeper warmth blossomed through her belly then. There was a lightness in her chest. It drove her back down, back to sucking him. She craved to feel him stuffed down her throat again, but she held back. All ten inches were swollen so thick, twitching so angrily that she knew he was close.
Lara ceased her worship for a moment, cradling the length of him against her cheek. She drew her fingers slowly, softly along the shaft.
“You have… a magnificent cock, Lucas.” Her voice poured like honey.
The stud breathed slowly, still slumped in the chair. There was a new sort of shine in his eyes. Cuter than that cocky look from before.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Lara nodded and hummed. She pressed a little smooch to the side of the shaft, smiling as the big thing stirred in response. “I love it when they’re big and fat like this. I love how big and hard they feel in my mouth.”
To prove her point, she took the head in her mouth yet again. But not before dragging her tongue all the way up there.
“Jesus Chri-”
“But you know what I love even more?” Lara tapped the crown against her lips. Once, twice, a half a dozen times until a string of precum bridged the gap.
“What?” Lucas was hanging on her words now. He had a face like he was gazing upon the almighty.
Lara flicked her tongue over the leaking slit.
“I love it when a man cums in my mouth.”
That lit a fire under him. Lucas shot up, hands going to Lara’s head. He needn’t have bothered. She went back to work on his pipe all on her own.
The rest was a blur of sensation, touch and taste and smell. Lara gagged herself on cock again and again and again, filling her father’s study with sounds most obscene. A carnal symphony of groaning, gagging, and slurping.
This was the final stretch. Lara gave it everything she had, the burning in her lungs be damned. She wanted it all, every bloody inch of that succulent cock fucking her face. She wanted those balls pelting her in the chin.
Lucas was not idle. The hands gripping her by the hair soon found themselves occupied with Lara’s heaving tits. Thick fingers groped at her flesh roughly, boldly, possessively. What shocked Lara above all was that he wasn’t clumsy or aimless. He sought out her nipples, fingering those hardened buds, pinching them just right to make Lara shiver. The young man had real skill, Lara realized. Far more than just good kissing.
Lucas Simon wasn’t just big talk.
Lara fastened her lips around the base of his rod. She’d throated him, the whole damn thing. If her mouth wasn’t full, she’d have beamed with pride.
Lucas hissed, bucking his hips some as her throat wavered around him. His thumbs pressed hard into her nipples. That drove a surge of bliss through her insides. Electric all through her body.
From there it was tumbling into the end.
Lucas went stiff and whined. He sounded so young then, swept up in his ecstasy. His cock spasmed in Lara’s throat. Then came the flood. Long, thick spurts, one after the other. And Lara happily, greedily gulped it down. Sticky heat sloshed down her throat, splashing into her belly. The heat poured into her, filling her up.
Lara drank down her coveted prize. Then she drew back enough so that she could catch some of it on her tongue. The taste was salty, bitter, and better than she imagined. A moan of delight as all that thick seed ran over her taste buds, rushing to the back of her throat. She slurped over the crown, swiping with her tongue so that she didn’t miss a single drop. By the end she was practically snogging the lad’s cock.
There were no words at first. Just the sound of their breathing. Lucas had slumped into the Churchill Chair, looking sated and stricken all at once. After a long silence, he finally found his voice.
“Wow.”
“Wow, indeed.” Lara wiped her mouth, gulping down the last of his offering.
The noble heiress smiled faintly, seeing the awe on Lucas’ face. A part of it was ego, but it was uniquely satisfying to see a young stud so humbled-
His cock stirred, lifting an inch or so. The cockhead batted against her chin. Lara almost jumped. She was certain she’d sucked the life out of the damned thing. Looking back up at Lucas, she found the lad grinning.
“Got time for another go?”
Incorrigable. Insatiable. Though Lara could at least say the young man’s demeanor had become markedly less irksome. A man so equipped in tool and skill had every right to talk big. And his offer was indeed tempting… but Lara knew she couldn’t stay.
Lara patted Lucas on the knee as she rose on trembling legs. There were faint tremors through her thighs. Between them, too.
“I… must return to the party. And so do you, Mr. Simon. Your mother will wonder where you went.”
What a state she was to go back in. Lara could only imagine how she must have looked then, half naked and freshly face-fucked. Messy hair, running makeup, ruined panties… and a belly full of a younger man’s cum.
“I thought Lara Croft was a risk-taker.” Lucas pressed.
Lara shot him a dry look… only to see him stroking himself.
Perhaps he was still a little irksome.
“She is.” Lara shot back. “And it’s a poor idea to cross her. You will not speak a word of this to anyone.”
Not that anyone would believe him. It sounded like something they’d print in those dirty tabloids. Rich heiress seduced by hung teen playboy.
“Gotcha.” Lucas agreed. He threw her a wink. “Why ruin a good thing?”
“We don’t have a thing.” Lara hotly declared. “Now put that thing away. And make yourself decent.”
“Your house, your rules.” Lucas relented calmly. She watched him slip his pants back on - watched as that cock disappeared under the fabric.
A part of her missed it already.
Lara could still taste his cum. She could still feel how it was to have him in her throat. Specters of those wild, wicked thrills. The warmth and ache between her legs had only barely faded.
She ignored it.
As Lucas fiddled with his belt, Lara found a mirror on one of the bookshelves. She saw what a mess she looked. Lucas had done that to her. Him and his ten inch cock.
Lara wiped away the running mascara first. Then she started on her hair.
A hostess had to look presentable. Proper. Ladylike.
But then again… Lara was no lady.
Comments
micah fortman
No I agree with you
ryswell
I much prefer confident leads who know what they want over the usual nervous, stammering dorks you see in anime and the like. Glad you're enjoying the ride!
micah fortman
Man I lobe these kinda fics where the main character just loves being like this
