LARA CROFT / WITCHBLADE

The Witch's Womb

by PJ

 

 

The cool, dark interior of the ship was a shock from the blinding, sweltering heat of the desert. Lara slid sideways through the oval hatchway, drawing both pistols in one smooth motion, brown eyes shifting as she cautiously evaluated the long, narrow passageway.

Lara stiffened when the outer hatch melted shut in a cascade of liquid metal. Holstering her left pistol, Lara reached up into her open pack and withdrew a light rod. She shook the plastic tube vigorously, golden light illuminated Lara's beautiful face. Lara took one careful step after another, the soles of her hiking boots made crunching noises, Lara lowered her light rod and looked at the deck, it was composed of entwined strands of wire that gleamed silver and copper, the tightly packed wires shifted underneath the pressure of Lara's feet. Lara raised the glowing rod before her, the walls and ceiling were made of thick tendrils of metal, jagged spikes lined the bulkheads, an oily, green liquid dripped from the glistening ceiling, splashing loudly upon the sinuous deck.

A drop of the oily liquid splashed down onto Lara's left shoulder. Lara started and looked down, fearing the liquid would burn her like acid. The green fluid was clammy as it ran down Lara's bare arm, but it didn't burn or mar her.

Brandishing her pistol in her extended right hand, Lara walked along the winding passage, stepping carefully across the entwined wires beneath her, trying to ignore the green ooze raining down on her hair and lithe body.

The tunnel began to slope downward. Lara was careful of her footing, she didn't want to slip on the slick, oil-soaked tendrils under her feet. Lara stopped when she heard a low, bestial growl. Lara spun on her right heel, searching behind her, light rod held above her head. Lara heard the growl again, it was closer, a blood-chilling, hungry sound. There was movement along the left-hand wall. Lara fired two shots into the darkness beyond the rod's glow, she listened to the bullets ricochet sharply off the alien metal, the bullet impacts faded down the passageway.

The wires beneath Lara's feet rolled like watery waves. The growl filled the passage, the walls began to shift and writhe, tendrils parted from the tunnel's sides, lashing out at Lara.

Lara's heart pounded in her ears as she fired at the grasping walls, bullets sparking blue as they smashed into the alien metal. Two snake-like tendrils enfolded Lara's arms, Lara gritted her teeth when the limbs' serrated spikes tore into her skin, burrowing deep into her flesh. Two more tendrils whipped up from the deck, they wrapped around Lara's long legs, biting into her naked calves and thighs. Lara was thrown up against one of the bulkheads, she struggled in the tendrils' implacable grip, her arms and legs bleeding in a dozen places, her enormous breasts heaving from the effort of fighting the squeezing, metallic limbs. Lara watched helplessly as her smoking pistol fell from limp fingers, clattering loudly onto the flowing deck. A tendril snapped around Lara's throat, she gagged as the wire choked her, cutting off her air. Vision blurred and faded, Lara thought she saw a feminine form sheathed in spiked metal approaching her, but her sight finally failed and her head slumped forward.

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Lara groaned from the throbbing pain in her head. She pried open her eyes, she couldn't focus for several moments, it was almost completely dark, except for dim, multi-colored points of light that glowed and faded within the tendril-mesh bulkheads.

"It's alright, Lara, you're safe," reassured a familiar female voice.

"Sara, Sara Pezzini?" croaked Lara, her throat still sore and bruised from the tendril wall's assault.

"Yes. I wish you hadn't followed me from New York," murmured Sara from her place at Lara's right, looking down at her outstretched friend, her own body naked except for the tight embrace of the Witchblade's metallic coils.

Lara tried to sit up, but she discovered she was bound to a mirror-sheened metal table, thin wires wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and thighs.

"What's going on?" demanded Lara, her brown eyes blazing.

"The Witchblade brought me here, Lara. It needed to recharge, this ship is how it came to Earth."

"It's controlling you? Fight it!" urged Lara while she tugged uselessly on her wire restraints.

"I thought coming here would be enough, but the Witchblade needs one more thing to replenish itself, it needs you, Lara."

"Me?" whispered Lara, wide-eyed, her struggles ceasing.

"It won't hurt..I think," said Sara. She climbed onto the metal table with Lara, she straddled the bound, young woman, lowering her slightly glazed eyes to her friend's. "Relax, Lara, this won't take long."

Sara closed her eyes and rested her open palms on her slim thighs. Lara stared up at Sara as the Witchblade's tendrils slowly extended, touching Lara's body, exploring her. A long, jagged tendril slipped underneath Lara's halter top and slashed upward, cutting the garment open with a loud, tearing sound. Lara's large breasts bounced free, her brown nipples were swollen and stiff. Two gleaming metallic limbs wrapped around Lara's pumping tits, they squeezed painfully, Lara bit her lower lip and blinked tears from her large, brown eyes.

With glazed eyes and a slack mouth, Sara reached down and unbuckled Lara's khaki shorts. Lara bucked beneath Sara, but nothing she did prevented Sara from tugging down her shorts. Lara shivered as she watched Sara drop down onto her hands and knees. Sara's face disappeared between Lara's slim legs, Lara groaned violently when she felt Sara's lips on her pussy, kissing, gently sucking.

"No, don't do that," moaned Lara, rolling her head from side to side, lips quivering as Sara licked her tender cunt. Lara didn't register the additional tendrils stretching out from Sara's body, wrapping around her stomach and her neck, she only felt Sara's tongue stroking her trembling slit, teasing her clitoris until it was an engorged, pink bud glistening with moisture.

"Stop it," sighed Lara, biting her lower lip hard, sweat breaking out on her forehead as Sara nuzzled inside her pussy, slurping wetly on her sex, nose digging into Lara's small patch of dark brown pubic hair.

When Lara's pussy was swollen with blood and vaginal juices, Sara raised her right hand, the hand encased in the alien Witchblade. The Witchblade pulsed with obscene life, a demonic claw with two flaring jewels nestled within it, one blood-red, another wine-purple. Sara lowered the Witchblade to Lara's crotch, the gauntlet shivered and sprouted razor-sharp spines, eager to feed from Lara Croft's supine body. Kissing Lara's inner right thigh, Sara slipped two of her gauntlet-clad fingers into Lara's drenched cunt.

Lara arched her back and moaned raggedly when she felt the Witchblade probe inside her. The two slender digits were freezing cold, they wriggled deep into her yielding vagina, burrowing like worms in quest for nourishment. Lara's pelvis bucked wildly, the wires around her ankles and wrists bit cruelly into her flesh, her skin burned with scarlet bruising. Sara licked Lara's clenched belly while the Witchblade did its work, wriggling within Lara's love hole, absorbing the heat and honey flowing from the young woman's contracting sex.

Lara's violent struggles eased, then stopped altogether. She lay limply, her breasts shuddering as she felt the Witchblade expand within her vagina, filling her orifice to the limit, metallic skin drinking her warm, vaginal juices, drawing strength from the hot, soft inner flesh of her pussy. Lara gasped and looked down to find Sara sucking gently on her right nipple, Sara's eyes closed as she daintily tugged on Lara's pliant tit with moist, tender lips.

Lara's belly quivered, Lara's eyes grew wider, her open thighs shook. Lara moaned weakly when the orgasm struck, her prone body trembling in its wire bonds as the Witchblade fed from her climax, throbbing with hunger within her cunt, metallic skin stroking the hot, inner folds of Lara's wet vagina.

Sara slowly pulled the Witchblade out of Lara's soaked pussy. Cum dripped from two of the gauntlet's gray digits, strands of honey clung from the Witchblade's fingertips to Lara's gleaming, rose-pink cunt. The two jewels upon the Witchblade burned with renewed fire, they cast their hot light upon Sara's serene face. The fog cleared from Sara's sleepy eyes, she used the ridges of the Witchblade to cut the wires binding Lara to the metal table.

"I have to leave now. Will you be okay?"

"Yes," groaned Lara, struggling up into a sitting position, her breasts ringed with glowing red welts.

"You better leave right away when you can, the ship has defenses, the containment tendrils are just the beginning," warned Sara.

Lara glared at Sara, her brown eyes were filled with anger, shame, and betrayal. Sara climbed off the table, she didn't look back at Lara. The Witchblade's tendrils raked across Lara's hot, flushed skin as they slid away, reluctant to release the perspiring woman's body.

"I'm..I'm sorry, Lara," said Sara before she left the ovoid room, her slender body still trapped within the grasping metal coils of the Witchblade.

"I'm sorry for you, Sara," murmured Lara, glancing at the strange, forbidding, alien architecture around her. Taking only a moment to slip into a new halter top and shorts, Lara shook another light rod to life from her pack, slung the leather bag over her right shoulder, and gratefully left the silent, cold embrace of the alien vessel's womb.

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