Llf: Return to Yamati

I do not own or have rights to Tomb Raider. This is a fanfiction and for fun only.

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Seymour

We had just got to this cursed island and things were not going the way I had expected. We had just set up camp and had already been ambushed and overwhelmed by a subculture of Ruso-Japanese islanders little known as the Solarii.

We had not been in their village center for more than 10 minutes before they had me strip Lara Croft naked, literally cutting her clothes away with a dagger. They demanded she show them her willingness to submit, and hoped to humiliate her. Little did they expect, it takes more than a blowjob with a small audience to humiliate Lara Croft when she wants something.

So here we are, being led through the Solarii village after nightfall, with Lara Croft following close behind me without a stitch on, save for her socks and combat boots.

"You will be staying here," Jarku, the war chief of this clan, said. It was a surprisingly sizable house made of clapboard and corrugated steel, possibly made from a shipping container or God knows what kind of salvage.

"Thank you, Chief Jarku," I said, speaking for the group when I knew in my gut it should have been Lara. "These accommodations are more than we could hope for," I said gratefully.

Jarku shouldered past me and practically stepped on Lara's toes, putting his masked face right to hers. "You and your friends played the Elder's game... but I'm watching you, and I know how dangerous you are." This cold man held Lara's eyes the whole time, never once breaking his focus to look at her body.

To Lara's character, never once did she flinch or back away from the intimidating figure of Jarku. We still had no idea what was under that mask. Lara flicked her eyes to me, not in fear or looking for help, but the expression looked questioning? Ah.

"Lara was struck the last time she attempted to speak. She doesn't want to be hit again if she attempted a rebuttal," I said, taking my best guess at what she was trying to convey.

Jarku let out a satisfied exhale of breath. "Just don't speak in front of the Elder, Croft."

"Very well," Lara said with a confident smirk. "He may be the elder, Chief Jarku, but you're the smartest man in this village; you're not underestimating me just because I'm naked or a woman. That being said, I hope you do enjoy your watching over me," she smiled and turned from him, and she came to my side, kissing my cheek. The Elder had told us pretty plainly that as long as Lara followed his rules and stayed attached to my hip, she was off-limits and protected.

If we could see his face, I would bet he was snarling under that intricate but nightmarish wooden mask. Not wasting any more breath sparring with Lara, he took his leave, heading back towards the Elder's hall.

"Lara, are you okay?" Sam asked. She had been quiet for most of the day, and not just since we were in the village. We had seen a couple flashes of my ex-girlfriend's old attitude, but she had been gloomy, almost sick, for most of this trip.

"I'm fine, Sam," Lara said as we three went into our shack. It was far from a penthouse, but it was larger than our tent, and offered more protections, honestly. It had a burning barrel in the center for a heat and cooking source, and in one of the corners there was a sizable fuel pile for it. There was a single mattress, but it looked large enough for the three of us. There were no pillows to speak of, no sheets, but there were some surplus blankets so we wouldn't have to worry about freezing.

"I wouldn't mind clothes," Lara shrugged as she approached the bed, "and some food wouldn't be amiss, but other than that, I'm fine. I expect they'll try to break my spirits, but as long as Mr. Phelps is the one to dole out punishment to my body, I expect I'll survive," she said with a wink in my direction as I went about building a fire in our barrel.

"I can go find some food, I bet," Sam said, taking the first initiative we've seen from her. "You shouldn't leave the shack unless you have to. I know you're a free spirit, and you're welcome for that," she teased, and it was nice to hear, "but they don't deserve to see you."

Lara chuckled. "If you could by some way come by food at no cost to yourself, I think we'd all be most grateful."

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Let me see if I can make some magic happen." Before I could say anything about staying safe or being careful, she ducked out through the "door" which was actually just a hung-up thick wool blanket.

"She'll be fine, right?" I asked, pointing in the direction Sam had gone. "Did you also notice that during the day she seemed weak and exhausted, but now that it's dark she seemed fine, maybe even like her old self?"

As our fire kicked to life and Lara came to stand by the fire, she nodded. "I had noticed that, and good observation yourself, Mr. Phelps. At every turn you continue to impress me," she said with a smile, and I found myself feeling tingly and shy. It had nothing to do with her nakedness. Genuine praise from Lara just made me deeply happy and proud of myself.

"Truly, though, you're doing okay? You're not secretly wishing we had never come out here?" I checked in.

Lara shook her head. "I promise I'm doing okay. I will confide in you if that changes, however. This isn't the way I had expected this adventure to go, but it's better than the last time I ran into the Solarii. For example, no one has actually tried to beat the shit out of us or burn Sam alive to unleash a terrible goddess."

I nodded. "You being forced to be naked is unfortunate, but it does sound better than torture and death," I chuckled.

Lara looked at me with a teasing smile, and I knew she was about to trap me with her words. "Is it so terrible, Mr. Phelps, that they're making me be naked and at your disposal whenever you should wish, or that someone may request a show in exchange for something we may need?"

I blushed and looked away, kicking myself for knowing that she was in a feisty mood. "Okay, so this might be a fantasy for me, but I mean I can see why it's not ideal for you," I said, trying to backtrack. Sam came back before Lara could make her rebuttal.

"I was able to find a little charity, mostly curious people," she said as she held out a cloth sack. "Someone also donated because they saw the Lara parade," she giggled.

Lara rolled her eyes. "I think my body might be our meal ticket for a while, chaps. Mr. Phelps, I think we'll have to keep you hydrated."

I swallowed hard at that comment as Lara took the little bag of offerings from Sam. "Anything good, Lara?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Looks like some bamboo shoots, some butterbur, mountain asparagus and dried rabbit. It won't be gourmet, but I can make soup out of it," she said. "This little shed is semi-furnished. There's a few pieces of cookware, though it's no Michelin Star establishment," she joked, trying to keep moods light.

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After a meager but edible meal, it was quite late into the night, and Lara and I were more than ready for bed, but Sam was wide awake.

"Sam, we should probably get some rest. Who knows what tomorrow could bring," Lara suggested as she and I settled down onto the mattress.

Sam shook her head and stared out of a hole in one of the corrugated walls, a beam of moonlight shooting through it. "I'm not tired. I feel quite alive, actually," she said, and Lara and I shared a questioning look.

"Sam, I believe it's my turn to ask if you're feeling alright," Lara said, sitting up and hugging her knees to her body.

"I feel great. You don't need to check on me every fucking second, Lara. For someone who is this entire village's live porn act, you're having a hard time minding your own business!" Sam snapped, and Lara and I were stunned.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and then she started to sob. "I am so sorry, Lara. I can't control what's happening, and it feels so much stronger here."

"I don't know what we can do about your moods until we can find out what is going on with you," Lara said, crossing her arms over her heavy chest. "Lord knows how these burly men Solarii would respond to your outbursts, but I certainly don't need this from you. I'm going through this *for you,* Sam. We're on this island to help you. I'm naked right now to help you, so maybe try a little fucking harder to keep your comments to yourself!"

Lara was enraged, red faced and seething, and the village immediately around us had heard, and had quieted down. She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a long breath before laying back down onto the plain mattress. "Fuck. This. Island."

Sam was beside herself, for the outburst and Lara's rebuttal that was every bit as cold as Sam's comment. Without a word, she left the shack, and Lara and I both let her go. We didn't know where she was going, and I wished her well, but I wasn't chasing after her. I wasn't leaving Lara alone and naked.

"Goddamn it," Lara sighed and dropped her arms at her sides. "I wish we had never found this island."

"I know," I said. "I can't relate, I can sympathize and only imagine. This island clearly does things to people."

"What about you, Mr. Phelps? You seem largely unchanged."

"I feel unchanged. I've only been on the island for one day, though," I pointed out. "If I do start to become... unlike myself, please let me know."

Lara looked at me with a defeated expression. "Unfortunately, Sam and I suggest that you can't stop the changes, even if you are aware."

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After the blow up Between Sam and Lara, Lara and I tried to get to sleep. It took a while, but I did manage to fall asleep, some time after Lara, I believed.

Yamati hadn't managed to affect my waking world yet, but it did seem to be infiltrating my dreams and making me see horrible, terrifying things I couldn't have possibly dreamed of before this.

My last dream changed suddenly. I had been chased by this large... thing. Somethings. They looked like they had maybe once been human, but they were so large and deformed, aggressive and menacing.

I was running through a large temple on a mountain, and I had just passed through a door too small for them to follow through, and then I was in a bath house, a spa. There was no carnage, the monsters were nowhere around, and the mountain village I had been in seemed so far away.

Exhausted from the chase, I laid down next to a pool with lilies and beautiful flowers I didn't know the name of. I closed my eyes and I heard something move through the water, and just as I opened them again, fearing the worst, the nightmare turned into a fantastic dream.

It wasn't a monster or horrifying creature coming to get me, but it was a very naked, water slicked and shiny Lara Croft coming out of the pool.

I tried to ask her what she was doing here, why she was in the pool and naked. She shushed me as she kept her lower body in the pool, resting on her elbows as she undid my pants.

I woke up from my rollercoaster dream when I felt external stimuli. I opened my eyes to see the real Lara, just as naked as when I went to bed. She was in the process of tugging my pants down my hips.

"Lara?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Surely there's more important things to do now?"

"We've been summoned to the Elder's Hall, and Jarku here instructed me on how I am to wake you," Lara explained.

I looked from Lara to the doorway and saw Jarku, his mask on as always, and two more hunters behind him. "Well I am awake now, thank you," I said, hoping to rob the Solarii of the entertainment I was sure they were seaking at Lara's expense.

I could tell they didn't like me robbing them of their fun, and I had the feeling it was going to be a constant game of cat and mouse; me trying to get Lara out of freeuse situations and them trying to put her in them.

Lara gave me some space and I sat up, tugging my pants up with me. "Let's go see what the honorable Elder requests of us this morning, shall we, Lord Ashbury?" she said, remembering our covers from the night before.

"Let's," I said, as I stood up and offered her my hand. "Hopefully there might be some breakfast involved."

With Lara's hand in mine, like she was mine to protect, we followed Jarku and his small entourage through the village, and like yesterday, a lot of eyes were on us, more specifically, on Lara and her fantastic body.

The guards let us into the hall without issue, and there were more people around the long tables, and many of them were eating. At the table, sitting on the Elder's left hand side was Sam, already eating.

"Ah, the rest of our guests!" boomed the Elder, a mouth full of food. I can't say I expected him to have great manners. "You look well rested, my lord. As does your servant."

"With respect, sir, Ms. Croft is not my servant, but is..." I was cut off.

"Lady Nishimura is among us willingly, but Ms. Croft is only here as a paid person, as was stated yesterday. While she is among the Solarii, she is your servant," the Elder corrected me. I also couldn't help but notice him calling Sam "Lady." What had she been telling him?

"Very well," I said with a respectful nod. "My servant and I slept pleasantly."

The older man grinned salaciously. "I would have slept well if I had a luscious servant like her naked and wrapped around me also." I tried not to shutter at his neanderthalic comment. "Did she wake you up properly, Lord Ashbury?"

"She attempted, but I was in quite a hurry to start my day," I said, trying to keep things under control. I didn't miss the snarl on his face. This man was a monster. "I would be more than obliged if I could begin my studies today, sir," I said politely, my hands behind my back like a gentleman. I had never pretended to be a Lord or man of leisure before, but I had watched enough TV and read enough books to make an attempt.

"Surely you and your woman would like some breakfast before you begin your work? Come and join us," he said with a sweeping arm. "We have plenty to share."

I took Lara's hand again and we made our way to the end of the Elder's table, and I couldn't help but notice that there was a chair for only one of us. I knew that it would cause us some trouble if I tried to offer it to Lara, so I sat down and pulled her onto my lap, and she didn't offer any fight to that.

There were no individual plates or bowls, only large wooden serving dishes, and Lara busied herself with feeding the both of us. I kept my hands on her hips as she fed me native berries and nuts and bits of dried venison from the large platter in front of us. I felt we were being watched, and I knew that they expected me to use Lara for my pleasure.

While she fed us, I let my hands caress her beautiful body, and I would even feel up her magnificent tits. Not only did she withhold complaints, but she lightly moaned as my palms dragged over her nipples. Her breath hitched once as I pulled on a brown nipple.

The Elder was watching us happily as a woman came out of a door against the side wall, and I was not sure if it was his bedroom or any other miscellaneous attachment. The village itself was quite meak, but the Elder's hall was actually impressive. She made her way over, and just like Lara, she was only wearing footwear.

The Elder adjusted himself, pulling his flaccid cock out of his pants and looked expectantly at the woman until she went to her knees before him and began to service him orally. "Your team is here on an anthropology and archaeology mission, correct? I think it makes sense for you, Lady Nishimura, and your servant to live in the hall."

"We'd be most honored," I said humbly as I continued to feel up Lara, cupping her full breasts and massaging them. I couldn't tell if it was out of show or her own genuine horniness, but her hands were on mine, telling me how she wanted me to grope her, and I could feel her grinding against my lap.

"It looks like your servant, Ms. Croft, is enjoying our culture a little herself." He looked at her instead of me, and he smiled, watching her swiveling her hips just enough to be noticed. "Speak freely."

Lara sighed when she opened her mouth to speak, her body betraying her if she was trying to keep an air of not being affected or turned on. "It's a way of living I'm not used to. Western Civilization is far more concerned with modesty and hides pleasures of the flesh behind closed doors," she said.

The Elder chuckled. "Life is short and brutish on Yamati. Only the strong survive and rule, and we balance out pain and hardship with unabashed pleasures. This might be a culture shock to you," he said and then grunted as the woman at his knees started to take his old cock deep into her mouth, "but this is normal behavior, and is expected, especially of servants like her and Ms. Croft."

"I understand that, but I find it a little difficult to turn Ms. Croft's world on its head," I said, but I kept touching her, and had moved my hand leaving a breast to gently wrap around her throat and my other to drift between her legs.

"We're here to learn and study their culture, my Lord Ashbury," Sam piped in for the first time, and I had a feeling it wouldn't be to Lara's advantage. "Surely one of the best ways for us to do that is to live *like* the Solarii? If you are to be treated as a Solarii noble and Lara to be in the place of a Solarii servant, surely you should do your best to emulate those roles?"

I could no longer tell if it was the island's hold on Sam or just who Sam was to try to humiliate and punish Lara simply because Lara was more than Sam was.

"I am your servant while we're under the Solarii's protection, Lord Ashbury, and Lady Nishimura is right; the best way to learn is to live as they do. When in Rome, as our people say."

Lara was fully panting at this point, and grinding her sex into my hand as I touched her. I could feel her becoming more wet and I tightened my hand around her neck and she sighed, tilting her head back a little.

"If I didn't know any better, Lord Ashbury, I would say that Ms. Croft is a fast learner, and is meant to be a Solarii servant," he laughed. "Also, look around. There is no judgement here, only envious and lustful stares. There is no shame in the human body here; only a desire to see it, worship it, and take our pleasures from it."

The Elder was fucking his servant's mouth now and was groaning as his blissful end approached. Lara, too, was moaning and breathing deep as I gave in and fingered her, emboldened by the Elder's speech and Lara's reception to my attentions.

"I want to take you to bed and fuck you, Lara," I growled into her ear as I properly slid two fingers into her, skipping just one. She felt ready for two.

The food was forgotten as Lara gasped loudly, drawing the room's attention as she gripped the long table with both hands, leaning forward and spreading her legs to widen herself for me further.

"My Lord Ashbury, we are on Yamati and we must do as the Solarii do. You are a noble and I am your servant. It..." she gasped again as I sped up my movements, and it was now audible, my fingers sloshing around inside of her. "It is right for you to forgo a bed and f-fuck me here, now," she stammered, but sounded quite sure it's what she wanted.

I slid my fingers out of her and I started trying to think like a Solarii chieftain. How could I defile Lara Croft in a degrading but still hot as hell fashion without her hating me later? I shoved my fingers coated in her own wetness in her mouth.

To my surprise, and surely to that of everyone else's, Lara didn't fight it, but opened her mouth wide and hungrily sucked my fingers. Her tongue danced all over my digits and she sucked my fingers clean. She moaned and bobbed her head, even, and she went as far as to let me gag her with fingers.

I pulled my hand away from her mouth, spit all over my fingers, and her lips and chin. I was growling with how fucking turned on I was and Lara was giggling like a madwoman that wanted to get hate-fucked.