Please Note the Actual name for this story is LARA CROFT AND THE DRUIDS OF STONEHENGE, but it appears my title was too long, but hey what you gonna do? INYOTEF ;)
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Disclaimer: I do not own the character Lara Croft or the Tomb Raider franchise from which the character is taken. This fanfic was written for the entertainment of those who read it. Characters in this story are taken from the Tomb Raider Legend & Underworld video games by Crystal Dynamics and Eidos Interactive (now Square Enix).
The unnaturally cold air caused her breath to turn into steam as she ran as fast as she could through the thick lush grass, pushing her aching limbs. Her mind flashing with a million images at once, as if someone had put on a slideshow right in front of her eyes.
Flash after flash caused her head to throb, as she saw herself sprawled out on the stone table being used by those sadistic bastards.
Lara Croft pushed her body harder, she could hear the noise behind her, the barking of the bloodhounds cashing after her; they had her scent. She had to get away, had to run faster, she would not let the murderous cult catch her; that knowledge wasn't worth it.
Another flash, she saw the tall hooded man in the maroon robe pushing his hard cock into her flashing before her eyes; it caused her to stumble...
"NO!" Lara yelled loosing her footing and falling off the edge of the cliff...
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...Two weeks earlier...
...The University of Cambridge, England...
There was the usual hustle and bustle of the students moving around campus contributing to the lively atmosphere of collage life.
Alistair Fletcher moved up and down the lecture hall as he continued his lesson...
..."And thus there is very little we know about the druids. Celts, Gaul's, these..." "These, priestly men were a part of that ancient folk. Some even entertain the belief that all of the learned class made up a conglomerate, the benchmark of collective knowledge; that this group made up a conspiritorious hierarchy of druides, of course such speculations, are, well, are just, speculations."
There was a hand from near the back, a fair girl from Manchester...
"Abigail, yes, your question please?" Alistair asked her.
"Mr. Fletcher, if these speculations you speak of were true, it would mean that there is a whole lot about the history of the Celtics and the Gaul's we know nothing about."
Alistair removed his transition spectacles and cleaned it with a cloth, then put it back on and looked at the class. He paused, dramatically as only he could, before speaking again...
"Our class is meant to stick to the black and white of the text book I'm afraid, Abigail."
A boy in the front row interrupted him, "but Mr. Fletcher, you go gallivanting around the world with Lara Croft."
"Actually, Bradley is it?"
The boy nodded.
"Yes Bradley, Lara, Ms Croft, goes on her expeditions by herself, I merely assist her with research. Anyway, how has my involvement with Ms Croft had any relevance to our discussion?"
"Because", Bradley interjected, "everyone knows that Lara Croft's expeditions do not stick to the text books."
Alistair smiled, "good point..."
"The fact is that there have been rumors of certain scrolls that were hidden by these Druids..."
Abigail interrupted, "Mr. Fletcher, the speculations I heard were of an entire book that held secretes of the ancient cultures of the druids, secretes that if sought after saw the one's seeking ending up as a human sacrifice..."
Bradley confirmed, "The 'book of the Forgotten Lost'."
Alistair stared at Bradley then at Abigail.
"Thank you everyone that is it for today, come Monday Professor Wentworth will be continuing after his leave of absence."
There was a grumble as the students shuffled out of the auditorium. Alistair headed to the door and waited.
"Abigail and Bradley, I was wondering if I could have a quick word."
The two students followed him to his desk.
"Perhaps you two would be interested in having a meeting with Ms Croft and myself, I believe she would be most interested in hearing what your thoughts are on the fabled Forgotten Lost."
"Why would she want to talk to us?" Bradley asked.
"Well Bradley as you put it; she doesn't follow the text book..."
"You and Abigail her are the brightest students in the class, and your minds aren't as narrowed as your stodgy bastard professors."
Abigail was surprised, but Bradley who found the comment quite amusing chuckled.
"So how about it, would you like to meet Lara Croft?"
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Abigail's eyes were all over the place. She came from a wealthy family, but that didn't compare to this in the least. The home was enormous, the upper crust of aristocratic English society.
On Alistair's invitation, she had come to this little charity benefit at Croft Manor to have a private audience with the young countess. There seemed to be a million people around all dressed in the most expensive tuxedos and night gowns, added to that was plenty of hired help serving expensive drinks and cocktail wieners.
One of there servers walked up to her, he was an elderly man, and from what she could tell by his posture, he was a very proper gentleman. He smiled as he approached her.
"Ms. Abigail Heart I presume?"
"Yes", Abigail answered coyly.
"My name is Winston madam, I am lady Crofts butler, please would you be so kind as to follow me, Lady Croft is expecting you."
Abigail hadn't heard someone speak this politely or properly in...
...Well, ever.
Either way she followed the old man through the crowd and up the staircase and to the right into a large hall with all manner of decorative medieval armor. They passed a number of oak double doors and when they came to the fourth one on the left Winston stopped in front of it.
"Through here madam, there is a anther door within that leads into the study, Lady Croft and the young man, master Bradley Devlin are already inside."
Abigail smiled again and walked into the inner-room, Winston shutting the door behind her. She walked to the second door knocking softly on it, "Hallo?"
She put her ear to the door to hear if anyone was really inside. Not hearing anything she took the gold plated handle and opened the door. She stepped into the lavish study with its expensive rosewood tables, desks and bookstands, and its leather upholstered wingbacks. She heard the leather sofa squeaking and when she looked over she saw Bradley rocking back and forth.
The back of the sofa was to her so she couldn't see what was happening, but on the arm she saw Lara Croft's face pushed against it and her jaw grit tightly.
Abigail stood there awestruck as she watched Bradley groan as he moved obviously banging the hell out of Lady Croft.
"Oh god", Abigail said, louder than she intended to.
Lara Croft looked over at the petite little brunette girl that stood gawking at her. She was an attractive young woman with a pert C cupped size breasts pushed up in the emerald green night dress she wore, the entire ensemble hugging her hour glass frame nicely.
It seemed Bradley was lost in pleasure, not even noticing Abigail had entered the room, still thrusting away at Lara's slick and soaked sex. He groaned as Lara pulled her waist forward to get up, his rock hard cock sliding out of her shaven pussy.
Lara wore an elegant black, braless Christen Dior nightgown with a split that ran up the right leg. Right now the dress was shuffled up her waist exposing her nakedness. Her lace lack satin panties lay over the top of the sofa, and her open toed sandals were on the floor.
Lara looked up at Abigail smiling, there was a glow to her face from the layer of perspiration, and her long flowing brown hair that had once been sprayed down, was now a bit disheveled.
