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Tomb Raider Forever	By : Tycho Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 45579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Staying On Top

Duke Nukem awoke to a gorgeous dawn, the sun's rays filtering down through the early morning mist from the jungle canopy above. Lara Croft lay on top of him, still asleep, her head resting on his massive pecs. They were both naked and their bodies were covered with dirt and bits of grass.

The previous night was something of a blur in Duke's memory. He and Lara had escaped the volcano eruption by the skin of their teeth, and all that adrenaline had fueled a truly insane marathon of wild sex. At some point they had collapsed from sheer exhaustion, apparently in mid coitus. Duke came to this realization when he noticed that his cock, hard with a morning erection, was still inside Lara's warm, moist womanhood.

She was ridiculously beautiful. Her face was a portrait of contentment, and her luscious lips were curved into a subtle smile. The dawn light fell on her rich brown hair laying in disarray across her bare back; bits of twigs caught in her silky strands.

"Mmmm..." Lara moaned in her sleep, nuzzling Duke's broad chest. Her hips shifted slightly, causing her hot inner flesh to caress Duke's stiff shaft. He bit down on his tongue, holding in a grunt of pleasure. He didn't want to wake her, as she simply looked far too happy resting against him. All the same, Duke did have a raging hard-on, and was in desperate need to relieve it.

Duke considered his options for a moment and then came to a decision. He turned his hips gently, trying to ease his cock out of her without waking her. Perhaps he could reach down and rub out a quick one. But as he moved, Lara moaned. It was a wordless plea of negation; the sound of a girl not wanting to part with her favorite doll when someone tried to take it away. She shifted against him, rubbing her soft cheek against his chest. Her hips turned, keeping Duke deep inside her.

"Damn it." Duke mouthed silently. His cock was throbbing with impatience, desperate for release. Lara's enormous breasts were pressed against his solid torso, and he could feel each of Lara's deep steady breaths. She was still in a deep sleep; her eyes moving beneath the lids. Duke wondered if she was dreaming of one of her previous adventures, leaping across bottomless chasms and outrunning giant boulders. Then her hips began churning against him, and a sensual moan escaped her lips carrying one word.

"Mmmm... Duke..."

Duke blinked behind his mud-smeared shades, feeling a thrill in his gut that was a product of more than Lara's languid humping. He bit down hard on his lower lip, holding in a grunt as Lara's hot, tight flesh squeezed his cock. He was sure she was still asleep and dreaming.

"Duke..." She murmured, moaning in her sleep.

She was dreaming of him.

Duke set his jaw, and laid his head back into the soft grass beneath him, looking up at the dawn sky while Lara continued grinding him slowly. Her breathing was deep and regular, and her hips moved on him with maddening leisure. Duke grimaced, fighting off the urge to grab Lara's hips and thrust them both to orgasm. He couldn't do that. It'd be taking advantage, and Duke knew how to treat a lady.

But did he? Duke thought back over the years, and the countless women he'd bedded. He'd lost count of them, never mind their names. Strippers and prostitutes, all very willing, but all very forgettable. He wouldn't have thought twice about waking one of them out of a sound sleep for a quick roll. But Lara...

She was different.

"Mmmm! Nnnnmmm!" Lara's moaning grew louder, and her hips began churning in earnest.

"Oh...damn!" Duke hissed through his teeth, his eyes closed shut tight behind his shades. He settled in, knowing his climax wasn't far off.

But then the walls of Lara's hot flesh began to spasm around Duke's cock, and her breath caught in her throat. Lara's entire body shook with pleasure against him, and he knew she had come. Duke, however, wasn't even close yet. She shifted again, and Duke's cock slipped out of her and popped up to rest against her inner thigh. He mouthed an obscenity and glared up at the sky.

Lara stirred, her eyes blinking open. When she saw Duke's face, a brilliant smile lit up her gorgeous face.

"Good morning," She said quietly, her eyes shining just as bright as the sun.

"Hey, baby." Duke smiled back. Seeing the genuine affection in her eyes drove all feelings of frustration from his mind. It didn't, however, do anything to soften his raging erection still standing tall and stiff between her thighs.

"That was quite a night." Lara reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "I had an incredible dream." She giggled at herself, blushing with embarrassment. "You certainly make an impression, Duke. All that sex, and I still end up having erotic dreams about you."

"Can't blame you." Duke managed a smug grin. "Duke doesn't disappoint."

"You'll likely make a proper nymphomaniac out of me." Lara smiled coyly, caressing Duke's chest with her hand. "I shudder to think what my old governesses would say if they saw me now. But I don't think... Oh!" She stopped short as she rose up on her elbows, feeling Duke's morning erection against her inner thigh. "Well now, Mr. Nukem; is that a massive stiffy, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Yeah, that." Duke chuckled, knowing he was found out. "You know... morning."

"Wait a moment." Lara squinted in thought. "That dream of mine... I don't suppose it was just in my mind now, was it?"

"Uh, I don't..." Duke stalled, trying to think of something.

"Oh my," Lara's eyes widened with realization. "Were we bonking in our sleep?"

"I didn't do anything." Duke shrugged uncomfortably. "It was already in when you started humping me..."

"You were awake!?" Lara gasped, her eyes growing even wider. "You were wide awake while I was dead asleep, humping you?"

"I swear it just happened." Duke swallowed hard.

"Bloody hell, why didn't you wake me up?" Lara asked, flabbergasted.

"I didn't want... I mean, you looked so..." Duke stammered, unsure how to word it.

"You didn't even finish!" Lara exclaimed, shaking her head in exasperation.

"Wait...what?" Duke blinked.

"You didn't want to wake me; that was very sweet." Lara patted Duke's chest. "But I'm not a girl who needs pampering. Let's even the score, shall we?"

"Baby, I just...ohhhh..." Duke's protest evaporated as Lara's thighs closed around his erect manhood. Her perfectly sculpted thighs flexed, squeezing Duke's cock. Then she grabbed his shoulders and began moving against him, sliding the perfectly smooth skin of her inner thighs around Duke's thick shaft. His hands dug into the turf beneath him as Lara's flesh sent wondrous sensations coursing through his loins once again. "Oh... hell yeah!"

Lara grinned, nibbling on her lower lip while she watched Duke's face light up with pleasure. She felt the massive shaft of his cock sandwiched between her inner thighs, and she could feel it throb with each beat of his heart. Part of her marveled at how much she was enjoying this. The physical pleasure was minor without penetration, and she had to fight back the urge to reach down and put him inside her. But there was something intoxicating about just pleasuring him, hearing each grunt and watching his incredible muscles flex as the pleasures flowed through him. She already knew he was close when he stammered a warning.

"Gonna....come..."

"Go on, then, Duke." Lara whispered, loving every moment. "Come for Lara, big boy!"

"Holy....AHHHH!!!" Duke hollered, bucking beneath her. His cock convulsed between Lara's thighs, shooting his seed up into the air before splattering against Lara's shapely glutes and thighs.

"Oooooh!" Lara's eyes widened as she felt the hot liquid gently pelt her butt. Duke's cock throbbed as she squeezed it tight between her toned thighs. Lara watched Duke's mouth open wide and a strained howl of pleasure issued forth. His thick neck bulged with muscle and his entire body shook beneath her. She wasn't thinking about how undignified or crude the situation was; she was completely enthralled having Duke Nukem, the epitome of power and machismo, shaking in orgasm beneath her. A sense of complete and utter power overcame Lara, and she grinned with satisfaction as the last spasms ebbed through Duke's body.

"Damn..." Duke gasped, blinking away the stars from his eyes. He looked up at Lara's face, seeing the dominate gleam in her eye. She had never looked for beautiful. Duke reached up and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down into a hungry kiss. Their tongues dueled violently as the kiss deepened. Then after a moment, Duke pulled her lips away and locked gazes with her. All she saw was her reflection in his shades, but she knew his eyes were dead serious. "Lara..."

"Don't." Lara shook her head, reaching down and caressing Duke's square jaw, feeling the rough stubble. "Not yet. I remember what you told me over the volcano."

"Yeah." Duke nodded, his eyes steady behind his shades.

"It wasn't just a ploy to make me come faster, was it?" Lara said. It wasn't really a question. She took a deep breath and her hand found Duke's, their fingers intertwining. "Duke, we're in the middle of the deepest jungle in the world, shagging each other to save the world from aliens. Can we trust what we're feeling?"

"What WE are thinking?" Duke grinned.

"Yes." Lara smiled, blushing fiercely. "You're not the only one taking this seriously."

Duke was silent for a moment, thinking it over. "All right. We take it slow. Kick alien ass, save the world, then figure out the mushy stuff. Deal?"

"Deal." Lara said, squeezing Duke's hand tightly.

"All right, baby!" Duke nodded decisively. "Then let the alien-ass-kicking commence!"

*          *          *

The lava had carved out a giant swathe of destruction through the jungle, but had fortunately left their most promising path untouched. Duke and Lara bathed and washed their clothes in a small stream a few miles away and set off.

"Crap." Duke hissed under his breath, scanning what he could see of the horizon. "I don't see anything that looks like a mountain, or a pyramid. I don't see anything!"

"Puzzling." Lara sighed, frowning in thought. "Assuming that the remaining altars are equidistant from the center pyramid as the previous two..." She took out a map from her pack and pointed to two points. "They'll be here and here, but they ought to be visible from our current location."

"What the hell!" Duke punched a tree angrily, snapping the thick trunk. Lara gave him a chiding look. "Sorry. But things never work how they should!"

"Let's continue to the nearest probable position and see what we find there." Lara suggested and they promptly moved out.

They made good time. Lara continued moving through the bush with effortless grace, flowing like water around trees, vines and rocks. Duke was still not nearly as adept at negotiating the dense foliage, but he was showing a marked improvement over the abject clumsiness earlier in their adventure.

And an adventure it most certainly was, Duke thought. He had seen more than his fair share of mortal danger and battles against overwhelming odds, but he had never felt more alive than now. It was obvious that Lara was the real cause of this heightened sense of vitality and excitement. Far more telling, however, was that it wasn't simply the wild sex that excited him. Even as they marched through the jungle, not saying more than a few words to each other, there was an energy in just being near her.

Duke had never felt like this before, but he couldn't get enough of it.

Lara found herself smiling more often than not, but she couldn't decide exactly why. She and Duke were traversing the thick of the jungle on a quest to find an ancient weapon that would hopefully defeat hostile monstrous aliens. The fate of the world hung on her shoulders, but she could not stop smiling. But when she glanced back at Duke, watching him muscle his way through the jungle behind her, she knew exactly why she was smiling.

She had feared her feelings for Duke might be just the result of close proximity during a crisis, and the fact that they were having amazing sex was certainly a contributing factor. But even in these quiet moments, Lara felt utterly at ease, and even though she was aware they were always in danger, she felt safe. Lara was no shrinking violet, and she could more than take care of herself, but she felt more secure around Duke than she had felt since losing her mother.

Maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it was just needing someone she trusted.

Maybe there wasn't a difference.

*          *          *

"Blast!" Lara cursed under her breath, glaring at the surrounding trees with frustration and contempt. She turned to Duke and gestured around the meager clearing in the jungle. "It should be right here. Right HERE!"

They had been trudging through progressively thicker jungle, navigating the difficult terrain for the better part of the day. They were both soaking with sweat, the humidity not letting their perspiration evaporate. Lara's blue top clung like a second skin to her voluptuous form, and Duke did not mind the view. And even though she was fuming at the moment, Lara stole the occasional glance at Duke's massive pecs rippling under his red tank top. Even after the pervious night of wild sex, they were both feeling the urge. Sure, saving the world was important too.

"Hold up a sec." Duke raised a hand. He looked around carefully, recognizing a large gnarled tree a few yards away. He nodded to himself and grinned at Lara. "Want a cold beer, baby?"

"What are you talking about?" Lara squinted at him, wondering if the heat had gotten to him. "I doubt you have an icebox in your back pocket."

Duke motioned for her to follow him and then pushed through a thick wall of vines. Lara followed but was brought up short when she saw a pile of crumpled metal resting in the center of a small crater. The blackened foliage around the debris spoke of a fiery crash of some sort.

"What is that?" She asked.

"My ride." Duke grumbled. "Alien bastards wrecked it."

He stepped forward and reached into the twisted wreckage, feeling about for something. Finally he grunted with approval and pulled out a stainless steel trunk about the size of an oil drum. He set the trunk down and undid the latch. The lid unsealed with a short hiss of pressurized air, and cold air poured out, forming a billowing cloud of vapor flowing over the sides. Duke reached in and pulled out a large case of shotgun shells which he tossed to Lara. She secured them in her pack and looked up to see Duke pulling out a pair of worn blue jeans from the trunk.

"Finally decided that black leather wasn't the ideal choice for the tropics?" Lara asked teasingly.

Duke grunted agreement, already pulling off his boots and then his leather pants and replacing them with the jeans. The denim felt marvelous in comparison, and the jeans were also very cold from the trunk's cooling system, giving him a bit of an adrenaline rush as he put them on.

"Oh yeah!" Duke whooped with satisfaction. "That'll wake you up!"

"Why exactly is your supply kit refrigerated?" Lara asked. "I'm certain field rations don't require..."

"Like I said," Duke reached back into the trunk and pulled out two bottles of dark liquid, the colored glass already glistening with condensation. "Want a cold one?"

Lara sighed, unable to hide her smile as he tossed her a bottle. She caught it easily with one hand and held it up to read the label. With an astonished look on her face, she looked up at Duke as he finished lacing his boots back on.

"Good Lord, Duke!" She gaped. "This is practically poison."

Duke twisted off the top and foam bubbled down the glass neck and over his hand. He brought it to his lips and tilted his head back, drawing a long draught. He smacked his lips with satisfaction.

"Poison?" He said, shaking his head. "Ambrosia of the gods, baby!"

Lara cocked an eyebrow skeptically, but she twisted open her bottle and tentatively took a sip, quickly swallowing. It felt like fire was shooting down her throat and her vision went blurry as her eyes watered. A hoarse cough ripped from her lungs, and Lara half expected to see smoke issuing from her lips. She saw Duke looking at her expectantly, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Good stuff or what?" He asked, hefting his bottle.

"Damn close to perfection." Lara said in a strained voice, grinning despite the not so unpleasant burning sensation in her throat. She took another swig and let out a thrilled squeal as her lips puckered. "I don't suppose you have more in there, do you?"

"Baby, we were meant for each other." Duke said, reaching in and grabbing another two bottles.

*          *          *

"I have too!" Lara nodded her head adamantly.

"Bull!" Duke snorted, taking another swig from his bottle.

They were sitting with their backs against a tree just a few yards from the remains of Duke's transport. Lara was nestled comfortably against Duke's side, his right arm around her shoulders. Three empty bottles rested in the grass beside them, catching the sunlight filtering in through the hole that Duke's vessel had punched in the canopy during its crash.

"There's no way." Duke continued, downing the last of his drink. "Damn things are extinct!"

"I swear on my family's honor." Lara raised her empty right hand, holding her nearly empty bottle in her left.

"Dinosaurs." Duke said, as if repetition would make it sound more real to him.

"Yes." Lara nodded again, patiently. "Really now, Duke. We're traipsing through the jungle, activating ancient altars with sex rites, all so we can find an ancient super weapon to defeat some sort of alien invasion. And you think fighting dinosaurs is hard to believe?"

"You fought through an army of raptors and then faced off with a T-Rex?" Duke asked, incredulous.

"With just your pistols?"

"Well..." Lara shrugged and took another sip from her bottle. She wasn't drunk, but she was certainly feeling the effects of the drink. "What can I say? I made do."

Duke raised his bottle for a toast. "To making do."

Their bottles clanged together and they both took another swig.

"You are one bad-ass babe." Duke said, his arm squeezing Lara's shoulders gently.

"Why thank you, Mr. Nukem." Lara inclined her head in acknowledgement. "I'm uncertain anyone has ever put it in so many words, but... yes. I suppose I might be just a touch... bad ass."

"And that English accent is sexier than hell." Duke chuckled.

"I know you're American, Duke." Lara said, struck by a sudden thought.

"Land of the free and home of the brave." Duke nodded proudly.

"But speaking of things that are hard to believe..." Lara continued. "What sort of name is 'Nukem' anyway?"

"Bad-ass-ian." Duke said, almost keeping a straight face.

"Cheeky bastard." Lara elbowed him in the side playfully. "Well then, to bad-ass-ian ancestry! Cheers!"

They touched bottles once more and downed the last of the potent liquor.

"Why so interested in my last name?" Duke asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What? I'm not... interested per se." Lara said, flustered. "Just curious."

"Hmm." Duke grinned o himself and tossed his bottle toward the pile but overshot. The bottle landed a few yards further on and shattered loudly.

"What the devil?" Lara blinked with surprise, standing to her feet and ignoring the slight buzz in her head. "That should be soft turf over there."

"Probably hit a rock." Duke said getting up.

Lara walked forward and found the bottle's shattered remains easily enough. She knelt down, drawing the pistol from her right thigh-holster. She prodded the ground with the barrel.

"Aha." Lara said quietly.

"What?" Duke asked, walking over.

"It's rock." Lara mused, moving to probe farther to the right.

"Like I said." Duke shrugged. "So what?"

"It's not 'a' rock, Duke." Lara gave him a patient look. "It's all rock here, at least five meters square under a thin layer of fallen vines and leaves."

"So this is the thing we were looking for? I don't see an altar." Duke asked, looking around. "So, should we just have sex in this general area or what?"

"Patience, Duke." Lara stood up and patted him on the arm. "But you're right; there's no visible altar. And they are virtually invulnerable to physical damage. It doesn't make sense. Where is it?"

"Damn, this rock is big!" Duke said, stamping his boot onto the unyielding stone under him. He took another few steps. "I bet there's some kind of message on it or- WHOAH!"

Suddenly Duke's foot shot through a pile of leaves into empty space and he fell forward, crashing through the leaves and rolling down the stone stair that had been hidden beneath.

"Duke!" Lara shouted and rushed toward the now exposed opening and saw Duke tumble into the darkness and out of sight. She followed him, descending the narrow stair with nimble footing. She heard Duke curse from further on in the dark. "Duke, are you all right?"

"I'll live." Duke's voice grumbled. "Looks like I found what we were looking for. But watch your step. It's kinda steep."

Lara continued down the stair and her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim passage. She caught up with Duke and gave him a quick once-over to check for injuries, but he was relatively unscathed, remarkably enough.

"You might have cracked your head right open!" Lara grimaced as she felt for any wounds in Duke's scalp.

"Oh, quit fussing." Duke said with half-hearted annoyance. He was enjoying the attention, and the sincere concern in Lara's eyes was more than he needed to ignore the minor pain from his fall. He'd fall down the slope of Mount Everest every day if this was the result.

They looked around at the narrow passage. Behind him the steps led back up to the surface, but in front of them the passage seemed to disappear into complete darkness. Lara reached into her pack, producing a powerful flashlight that she then clipped onto her belt. The passage continued on for a few more yards and then dipped down with another set of stone stairs.

"What do you think?" Duke asked.

"This is the only lead we have." Lara reasoned. "It can't be a coincidence that this stone tunnel just happens to run underneath the exact spot the altar ought to be.

"Ladies first." Duke gestured and Lara took the lead, lighting their path.

They proceeded cautiously to the second stair and started down. After several minutes, the air began to cool noticeably. Eventually the stairs ended, and the passage opened into a small rectangular chamber about the size and shape of a tractor trailer. The chamber's walls were shaped stone of the same type as the pyramid.

"We must be hundreds of feet below the surface." Lara said in a tone of wonder. "How did they manage to build this down here?"

Duke shrugged and pointed toward the far end of the chamber. Lara swung the light in that direction and spotted a flat stone dais about seven feet long and wide rising about three feet from the floor. Hanging above the dais were a set of two stone rings suspended by chains that ran up into slots in the ceiling.

They walked over and Lara shined her light over the surface.

"The hell?" Duke frowned.

There was a shallow indentation in the stone in the shape of a man; arms held straight up above the head. It resembled the impression a man would leave in a soft mattress after a long slumber.

Lara spotted the hieroglyphic instructions and a smile spread over her face; a mischievous smile that Duke noticed immediately.

"Ok, ok!" Duke nodded, excited by the look in Lara's eyes. "What's the position?"

"Looks like I'm on top this time." Lara said and gestured toward the man-shaped depression in the stone. "You lay there, matching the indentation. I'll be on top of you and... looks as though those two hanging rings are for support. The woman in the hieroglyph is hanging onto them in each of the instructional carvings."

"So you think we should strip down all the way or leave our boots on if things go to hell?" Duke asked, vividly remembering their brush with death over the volcano.

"I don't plan to come early this time." Lara twisted her lip, chastising herself. She unhooked her flashlight and secured it to one of the chains hanging above the stone dais. "The steps were smooth enough; even if we need to make a quick exit, being barefoot shouldn't matter."

"So butt-naked?" Duke arched an eyebrow and Lara nodded. "Hell yeah!"

Duke pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Lara realized she was feeling ridiculously giddy as she stripped. She had actually lost track of how many times she and Duke had had sex, and they had been by each other's side constantly now for several days. All the same, Lara felt like a sex-starved teenager; she couldn't wait for another go with Duke. Lara Croft was a woman who considered free climbing Devil's Tower mundane, but sex with Duke Nukem; that made her heart race.

While he kicked off his boots and pulled free his pants, Duke watched Lara undress out of the corner of his eye. The flashlight dangled on the chain, sending their shadows moving slowly back and forth. The stark light caught Lara's naked body perfectly; accentuating each and every nuanced curve. She was a living work of art. Duke knew he was lucky just to gaze on such a beautiful woman.

And having wild sex with her just about broke the laws of probability.

Now naked, save for his shades, Duke sat down on the stone dais and lay back, making sure to match up with the man-shaped indentation in the surface.

"Go ahead and put your arms above your head." Lara instructed, setting their clothes and gear together on the stone floor.

Duke lay his arms back into the shaped stone groves. The moment his arms settled in, there was a low rumbling and the dais shifted, sinking a fraction of an inch into the stone floor. A pair of slots opened up in the dais of stone on either side of Duke's wrists and ankles. Curved lengths of stone rotated up and around his wrists and ankles like handcuffs, locking into place before he could react.

"Duke!" Lara gasped, turning around to see him securely bound to the stone dais.

"What the--" Duke tugged and pulled with his arms and legs, but the stone cuffs were adamant. "Lara, what's going on?"

"Well..." Lara paused for a moment, the panic in her eyes turning into mischief faster than Duke could believe. "I just realized something. None of the hieroglyphs show the man reaching up to touch the woman. Now we know why."

"Oh great." Duke sighed with frustration. "So all I'm gonna do is just lay here while you ride me. That's... wait... oh, dude, that's AWESOME!"

"Men." Lara shook her head and swung her leg up onto the stone dais. Just as she straddled Duke's hips, the low rumbling returned and the dais sank a few inches lower. Suddenly a half-dozen slots opened in the ceiling and water poured down into the room, splashing loudly against the stone floor.

"What is this?" Duke grumbled. None of the streams of water were falling on the stone dais he was laying on, but the sound of water crashing onto the stone floor was ridiculously loud.

"I'm not certain..." Lara frowned, sitting down on Duke's thighs. She reached down and grabbed his member, which was well on its way to a full erection already. She stroked him absently, her eyes still on the water streams pouring onto the floor. Then her eyes grew wide with fear and she squeezed down a bit too hard on Duke's shaft.

"Yeow!" Duke yelped. "Watch the grip, baby!"

"Duke, the water isn't draining." Lara said, her throat tightening. "The room is water-tight, and..."

"It's gonna fill up." Duke nodded. "So me being tied down here is gonna be damn unhealthy."

"If we activate the altar, the bonds will release." Lara said, as if stating it as fact made it so.

"Get to it, baby." Duke said, already hearing the sound of falling water change as the floor became an inch-deep pool. "It's not getting any drier in here."

"Lay back and relax, Duke." Lara forced a confident smile, trying to ignore the fear in her heart. She wasn't concerned about her own safety this time, and that truly terrified her.

Lara came up on her knees and positioned herself over Duke's erect cock. She reached down and spread her nether lips apart with her fingers and lowered herself down onto him. The wide head of Duke's manhood plunged inside, and Lara bit her lower lip. She continued down farther, feeling inch after inch of Duke's thick cock sinking deeper inside her wet sheath. At last her toned butt came to rest on Duke's upper thighs, and she shivered, feeling the head of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix. He filled her completely, his throbbing hardness wrapped in her hot, wet softness. Opposites perfectly matched.

"Let me show you how this is done." Lara said, running her hands down Duke's broad chest, feeling his chiseled pectorals and hard abs beneath her fingers. He was a powerhouse of masculinity, and for all her cultured and enlightened intellect, Lara still yearned for primal sexual satisfaction.

Duke's arms bulged with muscle as he instinctively tried to reach up and grope Lara's full, luscious breasts. The stone cuffs were unyielding, however, holding his wrists securely down. He had to make do with simply watching her massive pair of beautiful orbs as they swayed gently while Lara settled down on his cock. He felt the walls of her womanhood engulf his entire shaft in a tight, hot embrace.

Taking a deep breath, Lara began grinding on Duke's loins, churning his cock inside her with decisive and aggressive pelvic undulations. She felt a wave of pride mixed with pleasure as she saw every muscle in Duke's upper body flex, straining in carnal pleasure. She was doing this to him. Each stroke of Lara Croft's hips was making Duke Nukem, the epitome of machismo, convulse with pleasure. The sense of power was intoxicating for Lara, almost as much as the pleasure bubbling up from between her legs.

"Ah yeah!" Duke grunted, clenching his teeth. He watched Lara's breasts jiggle as she bore down on him, burying his cock to the hilt in her amazing body. "Grind on that, baby! Grind it!"

"Oh, Duke!" Lara gasped, her hips rolling ceaselessly as if on their own volition. Duke's massive cock churned inside her, rubbing up against her favorite spot, and her stomach fluttered as pleasure flowed from her most intimate depths to every extremity. Her toes curled and she raked her fingers down Duke's chest, leaving thin red lines over his muscular torso.

Then Lara looked down and saw the rising water, and suddenly the blissful haze the sex had built up in her mind cleared, replaced by a chilling realization. The water was already more than half way up the stone dais and rising quickly. Lara knew instantly that they wouldn't both come in time. Either of them might come, but the required synchronous orgasm would take more time than they had.

"Duke, this isn't going to work!" Lara cried out over the cacophony of water pouring down around them.

"Mmmm... It's going fine from where I'm sitting." Duke grinned up at her.

"We need more time!" Lara said looking around frantically, still grinding her hips against Duke's loins. She reached up to grab her flashlight in order to better scan the room. Her hand wrapped around one of the stone rings suspended on chains above her head and she rolled her eyes at herself. "Of course!"

"What?" Duke asked.

"Just watch!" Lara said loudly. She reached up with both hands, grasping both of the hanging rings. Her arms flexed with toned muscle and she pulled herself up. Her butt lifted off of Duke's thighs. She stretched her legs out wide to either side, doing a midair splits. She raised herself higher until just the tip of Duke's cock remained between her nether lips. There was another low rumble and suddenly the openings in the ceiling began shutting tight until only two continued pouring water into the room.

"I'll be damned." Duke whistled.

"The dais is weight-sensitive." Lara explained, her voice strained as she held herself up on the dangling rings. "The more weight, the more water. I've bought us some time, but the water is still rising."

"But how do we finish?" Duke asked, struggling against his stone restraints. "I can't thrust worth a damn like this!"

"Looks like that's up to me." Lara said, swallowing hard.

"You can do this, baby." Duke nodded at her, and she knew his eyes were steady behind his shades.

Lara set her jaw and lowered back down slowly, chewing on her lower lip as impaled herself once more on Duke's hard cock. She stopped just as felt the hairs on Duke's legs tickle her toned buttocks. She had to keep her weight off of the dais. She then pulled herself back up, feeling Duke's manhood slide back out of her inch by glorious inch.

"Baby... you look amazing." Duke shook his head in amazement, watching Lara's arms ripple with muscle as she began doing pull-ups, riding his cock with each repetition. He watched as a bead of sweat ran down Lara's slender neck and over her collarbone, careening down her cleavage and over her toned abs.

"Bet you say that to all the girls who have gymnastic sex with you." Lara said between clenched teeth, feeling the dull ache begin in her arms. The pleasure between her spread legs, however, was more than enough compensation. "Oh, that's good, Duke! Oooh!"

"This is all you, baby." Duke smiled, savoring the sensation of Lara's hot flesh wrapping tightly around his girth. "But...oh, yeah! Uuuungh! I know what you're saying!"

The water was now nearly to the top of dais. Lara knew she had only a minute or two before Duke's head would be under water. She increased her speed, arms working like pistons, pumping herself on Duke's cock, and her legs remained spread wide. An average athlete would already be cramping up or collapsing from exhaustion, but Lara Croft was far from average.

"Ooooh! Come on, Duke!" Lara moaned, concentrating on the mounting pleasure while ignoring the steadily building ache in her arms and legs. "You feel wonderful! Oh, yes!"

"I feel ya baby!" Duke nodded, watching Lara's breasts bounce as her body rose up and down on his throbbing cock. He felt a building tension deep in his gut. It wouldn't be long now. "Damn you are so tight!"

Then Duke felt the water coming up around him. It covered his ears in a few seconds.

"It's all right!" Lara yelled, her words sounding muffled through the water.

"I know." Duke nodded, taking a deep breath just before the water rose up over his face, submerging his mouth and nose.

"Duke!" Lara shouted. Her arms worked madly. She dismissed the burning sensation in her arms and legs, focusing on the preferable heat of Duke's cock pulsing inside her. Her legs began splashing against the rising water, and she felt tears building in her eyes. As seconds ticked by, Lara's mind raced. There just wasn't time.

Several bubbles issued up from Duke's mouth.

Suddenly all was clear in Lara's mind. There were no questions, no doubts. She took several deep breaths. Her hands released the rings and she dropped down into the cool water. Her butt came down on Duke's hips, burying his manhood to the hilt inside her quivering canal. Her weight reopened the slots in the ceiling and water gushed in. The water level rose dramatically; it would fill the entire room in less than a minute. Lara took one last deep breath and bent down, plunging her head beneath the water.

Lara pressed herself down against Duke, her huge breasts compressing against his broad chest. Her lips covered his and she breathed her last breath into his mouth. Her hands grasped his shoulders and Lara's hips went wild, churning his massive cock inside her with all her might. They moaned into each other's mouth, their bodies shaking in anticipation. Lara felt her head grow light, and she was certain their number was up.

But that was all right. Of all the ways to go, this was the finest way she could imagine.

But it was not hypoxia clouding her mind, but the sheer force of her orgasm. Duke's cock lurched deep inside her just as her inner muscles convulsed. His thick shaft began to spasm, and Lara felt Duke's hot seed pump into her in strong, forceful eruptions. Lara's fingers dug into his shoulders and Duke's tongue found hers, dancing together. The ecstasy overcame them and their lips parted. They both screamed, their cries of orgasm a torrent of bubbles as their last bit of air escaped. It wasn't carelessness, but a shared resolve.

If this was the end, they wouldn't have it any other way.

The slots overhead closed, cutting off the flow of water. With a bone-rattling vibration, the shorter wall next to them broke away and the water gushed out in seconds. Lara and Duke coughed, gasping for air. Their lungs felt like they were on fire. The stone cuffs slid back into the stone dais, releasing Duke's wrists and ankles. His arms immediately wrapped around Lara's back, pressing her tight against him. They kissed passionately if intermittently, gulping down air for a split second now and again before hungrily ravishing each other's lips.

Finally Duke cupped Lara's face in his hands and starred into her eyes. A soaked strand of dark hair had fallen across her right eye. She had never looked more beautiful.

"Baby, that was..." He trailed off, frowning in concentration behind his water-beaded shades.

"It was." Lara agreed smiling, caressing Duke's strong jaw with one hand and stroking his short blond hair with the other.

They rolled off the dais and onto their feet, dripping wet. Lara retrieved her flashlight and pointed it at the wall that had given way, saving their lives. There was a chasm beyond, the bottom of which was further than the reach of even Lara's powerful flashlight. They could hear, however, the distant roar of rapids from below.

"Subterranean river." Lara said. "It sounds enormous."

"So was this thing an altar?" Duke asked, pointing at the dais. "Why wasn't it up high like the other ones?"

"I haven't the slightest." Lara sighed. "Perhaps we'll learn more once we find the last altar."

They turned and gathered their clothes and gear which had fortunately caught on the side of the dais instead of being lost down the chasm.

"We'll have to dry out our clothes before heading on." Lara said taking the lead back up the stone stairs.

"All undressed and no where to go." Duke said, watching Lara's bare butt sway alluringly in front of him as she ascended the stair.

"Any ideas how we might pass the time?" Lara asked, giving Duke a coy glance over her shoulder.

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The alien scout curled his clawed fist as he looked on with disgust as the human male mounted the female once again. The female made all manner of hideous wailing noises as they mated. They were repulsive animals, and the alien scout's hatred for them had only grown stronger each time he had been forced to observe their nauseating mating habits. And these two humans seemed to do nothing but mate.

The scout could still feel the dull pain of his burns he had received during the volcano eruption. The river of lava had cut between him and his quarry, and had partially melted the scales on his right side. It had taken him hours to find the humans again, and of course they had been mating. Most ludicrous of all, the male had not even inserted himself in the female, instead the female had simply rubbed the male's member between her foul legs, wasting his seed completely. Then again, the female was barren to begin with; so of what use was all their mating?

The scout's long tongue trailed over his dagger-like fangs. Soon. Soon, he would no longer need to observe these horrid animals and their inane and endless physical joining. Soon the end would come for these two, and all the rest.
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