LARA CROFT / WITCHBLADE

Hungry Blossoms

by PJ

 

 

Lara Croft dropped her satchel to the thick scarlet carpet of her bedroom and stretched out her weary arms over her head before she grasped her halter top and pulled it off. Lara was standing by the side of her bed, slipping out of her khaki shorts, when Compton appeared in the open bedroom doorway.

"Um, will my Lady desire a hot bath before bed?" coughed the elderly butler, averting his eyes from Lara's naked body.

"Hmm? Oh, no, Compton, I'm exhausted, I'm simply going to retire," sighed Lara while climbing into bed.

"Good night, my Lady," wished Compton, closing the bedroom door quietly.

Lara snuggled beneath the soft, clean sheets and sighed in contentment. She still ached from her trip to Egypt, she tried to forget the barbed tendrils of the strange alien ship, Sara Pezzini's gentle touch under the dominion of the Witchblade. Lara frowned with her eyes shut, she burrowed a little deeper underneath the covers, exhaustion claimed her, she drifted into a dreamless rest.

"Lara," murmured a woman, her breath warm against Lara's left ear.

Lara's brown eyes snapped open, she stiffened, still resting on her right side, hands buried beneath her fluffy pillow.

"Lara, I need you," whispered Sara, her hand enfolding Lara's left thigh, slipping down to Lara's crotch.

"Stop it," groaned Lara, wriggling underneath Sara's arm, her skin flushing as she felt Sara's fingers caressing her bare pussy, lightly scratching the pink folds of her warming labia.

"The Witchblade wants you to come with us, we need your help," murmured Sara before she licked Lara's earlobe, her fingers slowly spreading open Lara's cunt, her index finger scratching across Lara's trembling slit.

"Why..my help?" gasped Lara, biting her lower lip, her struggles ceasing as Sara stuck her index finger into Lara's hole, plunging the slender digit in and out, inflaming Lara's engorging sex.

"The British Museum's acquired something very dangerous. If allowed to spread, it could threaten humanity, and the Witchblade..has plans for Earth."

"What if..I say no? What if I don't..want..to help that..monstrosity bound to your right hand?" panted Lara, perspiration beading across her face, her thighs clenched together while Sara fingered her faster and faster.

"The Witchblade says it can convince you to help us," smiled Sara, slipping her right hand underneath Lara's warm, nude body, her fingers enfolding Lara's melon-sized right breast.

"N..no," moaned Lara when the Witchblade's cold, metallic tendrils blossomed from Sara's breast-fondling hand, wrapping around her bobbing left breast, encircling her slim neck.

"Relax, Lara, we can make you feel so good," purred Sara in Lara's ear, two fingers plunging into Lara's damp cunt, wriggling to the knuckles into Lara's moist vagina.

"Please..stop it!" gasped Lara, her crotch gently bucking against Sara's long fingers, her right breast aching as Sara squeezed and massaged it with the cold Witchblade, the gauntlet's barbed tendrils scratching across her naked body, coiling around her enormous, brown nipples and constricting around the erect nubs until Lara moaned sharply and shuddered against Sara.

"You're so wet, Lara, you're going to climax soon," smiled Sara behind Lara's ear, extending her tongue and licking the exposed flesh at the back of Lara's tendril-wrapped neck.

Lara wrapped her hands around Sara's working left wrist. She tugged on Sara's hand, but it wouldn't budge, Sara's bare arm was wiry and taut, irresistibly strong as she stabbed her fingers through Lara's dribbling pussy, bringing the young woman's sex to an unavoidable climax. Lara squeezed her eyes shut and shivered in Sara's embrace, she moaned softly, her bucking hips falling still while warm juices flowed from her clenched thighs, spilling down onto the bedsheets.

Sara removed her honey-soaked hand from Lara's warm crotch and grasped the panting woman's chin. She tilted Lara's head back so they could see eye to eye.

"You will help us," whispered Sara. She kissed Lara deeply, sucking hard on Lara's yielding lips.

***

One night later, Lara was tapping a security code into the keypad for one of the Museum's service entrances. Lara was dressed in a snug black halter top, black latex shorts, and ankle boots tied up the front. Sara wore torn jeans, sneakers, and a loose red t-shirt. The Witchblade was a simple bracelet around Sara's thin wrist, but the jewels embedded within the artifact burned with scarlet and violet light. Lara's hair was in its customary french braid, Sara's fell loosely down her shoulders.

The green light upon the keypad glowed, a heavy lock snapped, and Lara gently pushed the door inward. Drawing one of her twin pistols, Lara peered into the dark. A flick of a switch and the darkness transformed into a storeroom lined with wooden crates of various sizes.

"Where's this dangerous object the Witchblade is afraid of?" asked Lara, crossing the storeroom to check both exit doorways on far walls.

"I'll lead you to it," offered Sara, closing the service door behind her.

Sara stole a torch that rested atop one of the crates and flicked it on, a strong, golden beam lit the way ahead of the two young women as Sara crossed through several long corridors, past enormous glass display cases filled with treasures from across the world. Lara brandished both pistols now, staying a short distance behind Sara, ready to train her weapons on the possessed woman as quickly as upon any new threat. The two women turned right, walked down a long, wide corridor lined with South American tribal artifacts, and emerged into an artificial jungle, complete with humid, moist air and the sounds of exotic birds echoing above them.

Memories of spiders and snakes haunted Lara's thoughts briefly, she shook her head to clear it and peered through the wide, green leaves and clustered brown trunks.

"We're close," murmured Sara dreamily, brushing aside hanging leaves and vines, going deeper into the man-made jungle.

Lara wiped moisture from her forehead and followed Sara, her black halter clinging uncomfortably to her heavy breasts.

At the far end of the jungle exhibit was a cave front. Golden bulbs set in wooden torch holders glowed softly, casting dancing shadows just inside the mouth of the fake cave. Sara entered the cave without hesitation, Lara entered tentatively, her warm, brown eyes examining the sloped walls, taking note of the gleaming slime that covered the artificial stone like a crust, the rise in temperature, humidity so high Lara's entire body was almost instantly soaked in sweat.

The rock tunnel opened into a circular chamber. Glass glittered underneath the lights of a ring of bulb torches, several of the bulbs were shattered too, dimming the cavern's interior. Most of the broken glass was from a display case in the cavern's heart, a green pod had rested inside, a gigantic pod almost five feet in height, with swollen veins cris-crossing its shell.

The pod was open now. The rounded top had spread open like an obscene flower, slime poured from the smoking orifice, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling, fat droplets of excrement splashing wetly to the floor when they grew too heavy as they welled overhead.

The stench of the oozing pod burned Lara's flaring nostrils. She grew dizzy and swayed on her feet, the pod's perfume was overpowering, a spicy musk that hardened Lara's large nipples underneath her sticky halter top and made her pussy warm. Lara furrowed her brow and raised her pistols, her fingers enfolded the cool triggers.

"Get out of the way, Sara! I'll take care of this..thing!"

Sara dropped to her knees, splashing slime over her jeans and t-shirt. Lara squeezed the triggers of her pistols, the weapons roared as they spat bullets at the breathing pod. The heavy rounds tore through the pod's wet shell, green slime gushed from ragged wounds, the smell of musky fluids washed over the two young women as the pod deflated slowly, its open maw sagging open even wider.

Green vines exploded from the open pod. Sara screamed while slick tendrils snapped around her arms and waist, yanking her into the pod's belly.

"Sara!" called Lara, emptying her pistols into the yawning pod's base.

Rose-pink flowers emerged from the pod's mouth and unfurled, the petals heavy with dampness and slime. Vines coiled around Sara's legs, they spread her limbs apart, thorns extending to rip clothing away. Sara leveled the Witchblade at the pod, gray tendrils snaked out, wrapping around the pod's vines, choking them.

Lara rushed to slap fresh magazines into her pistols. She looked up just in time to see an open blossom diving for her face.

The dripping flower wrapped around Lara's head. Lara was flung back against a slick wall, she dropped to the sticky floor, pistols falling from nerveless fingers, her entire body falling limp. The rose-pink flower completely encased Lara's head, a moist ovipositor thrust into Lara's mouth, it buried itself deep in Lara's constricting throat, swelling, oozing with syrupy fluids. Lara's face was tilted upward by the clenching flower, the ovipositor gushed salty milk down her throat, Lara swallowed reflexively, moaning weakly, her boneless legs sinking into the warm slime underneath her.

Vines slithering through the slime wrapped wetly around Lara's legs. The slick tendrils wriggled up Lara's belly, slipping underneath her sweat-soaked halter top, then swelling until the garment shredded. Lara's large breasts bounced free, they were quickly surrounded by the pulsating green vines, which contracted around Lara's warm tits, milking the soft mounds while tendril tips lathered Lara's stiff nipples in dripping ooze. A second pink blossom hung over Lara's crotch, more vines wriggled into Lara's shorts, slicing them apart with jagged thorns quickly unsheathed. Pussy exposed, Lara moaned around the squirting ovipositor between her lips as the second flower dove down between her open legs, stabbing its own ovipositor through Lara's gaping cunt. Lara arched her back, arms trembling as vines snapped around her wrists, moans barely audible through the mask of petals wrapped around her head. Lara writhed in the sticky pool of slime, her open thighs shaking as the flower nestled in her pussy flooded more warm milk into her belly, so much fluid gushing from its ovipositor the white goo overflowed from her cunt and splashed over her thighs, soaking them in sticky jizz.

Sara gasped when a flower stabbed between her struggling legs, burying its probe inside her cunt, the green stalk swelling just before it squirted warm milk inside her. Sara fell back into the slime, sinking into the sticky ooze, moaning softly while the flower between her thighs pumped more and more fluid into her vagina, rivulets of milk dripping from her stuffed cunt.

Sara's extended right arm trembled violently. The Witchblade stabbed its barbed tendrils into the soft pod's shell, the pod shuddered, green ichor exploded from its open maw, the vines that bound Lara and Sara writhed wildly. Gradually, the vines loosened their slick grasp, the flowers nestled in the young women's pussies slipped free from clenching cunts, the moist petals wrapped around Lara's head relaxed, the heavy flower splashed into the slime between Lara's open legs.

Lara coughed the pod's cum from her throat, she pulled her right hand free from a limp vine and wiped her milky lips with the back of her palm.

"Is..is it dead?" croaked Lara, clutching the slimy cave wall as she climbed to her feet.

"Yes," moaned Sara, resting in the cool slime, the Witchblade retracting from the dead pod's belly.

***

Lara rubbed her wet, brown hair with a fluffy white towel. "Even after a long, hot shower, I still don't feel right."

"We've been impregnated by the pod," said Sara calmly, stretched out on Lara's bed, garbed in a heavy, white bathrobe.

"What?" gaped Lara, dropping the towel.

"Don't worry, the Witchblade can purge the infestation," smiled Sara, her eyes slightly glazed as she looked at Lara.

"H..how?" gulped Lara, dreading the answer.

"Come join me on the bed," said Sara softly, patting the mattress.

Lara reluctantly sat next to Sara. Lara's bathrobe rode up high on her long legs, she flinched when Sara placed a warm palm on her right thigh.

"Open your legs."

Lara slowly spread her legs apart, Sara leaned over Lara's lap, lowering her right hand to the wide-eyed woman's crotch.

"Just let the Witchblade work," murmured Sara before the Witchblade encased her hand, metallic tendrils twitching, then wriggling underneath Lara's bathrobe, first tickling her pussy, then nuzzling between her tender cunt lips, driving deep into her sex.

Lara blushed hotly and bit her trembling lip. Sara rested her chin between Lara's shaking breasts, smiling up at the whimpering young woman while the Witchblade writhed deeper into Lara's belly, destroying the pod's progeny that grew inside her. Lara looked down into Sara's bright, glazed eyes, she lowered her lips to Sara's parted mouth, the women kissed, stroking each other's tongues, devouring each other while the Witchblade probed deep through Lara's wet pussy.

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