Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomb Raider franchise, or related characters. This is a story meant for entertainment purposes. Characters in this story are taken from the Tomb Raider: Legend game by Eidos.
The golden brown leaves crunched under the hooves of the black Andalusian as it galloped across the huge fields of the enormous manor grounds, its rider digging her heels into the steed allowing her actions to communicate her desired direction.
From over the hill there was the loud sound of whirling chopper blades, and as the Helicopter came into view and flew overhead it caused the dead autumn leaves to swirl up into the air.
The rider of the horse tugged at the reigns, steering the horse toward the Mansion a kilometer away and galloped toward it.
Winston stood on the cobblestone steps and watched as the chopper landed on the helipad and the door open with two men exiting it. From the left the horse came running in up the hill. Its rider brought it to a halt and dismounted. Winston quickly walked over to her holding the umbrella he had opened over her, shielding her from the light drizzle of rain.
"We appear to have guests Lady Croft", he announced, informally.
Lara Croft looked at the two gentlemen in suites walking toward them.
"Lady Croft, we represent Mr. Josephus Alvarez..."
Lara ignored the men and walked toward the mansion, not even looking at the man watching from inside the chopper.
"Gentlemen", Winston said apologetically, "do forgive Ms. Croft, may I invite you to wait in one of the studies, I'm sure her ladyship will see you shortly."
Three men were in the Gallic decorated study less than five minutes later, Winston did his best to be a gracious host, "perhaps I could bring you gentlemen some tea?"
"Tea... Is for guests", interrupted Lara Croft walking into the room, "they will not have tea." Her eyes fell on the man with his back to her standing before the huge window.
"Lady Croft", he said turning around, "I heard we might not be well received."
Josephus Alvarez was dressed all in white; suite and tie. Though he had an English surname, his features were dictated by the strong Hispanic genes of his father. He was a philanthropist, but that was merely his day job, no, Vorne's true love was his collection of truly rare and priceless treasures that he gathered from all over the world. His means of getting said treasures was the nature of Lara's obvious disdain.
"Yes Mr. Alvarez. What you can do is kindly take your goons and get the bloody hell out of my home."
"Oh do be civil Lara, at the very least let me say why I came to you", Josephus smiled. "Tell me, have you ever heard of the Chalice of Kiribuni?"
Lara's curiosity got the better of her. She raised an eyebrow, "the fertility Chalice of the Tsitsikwama people of the jungles of the Congo."
"What was I thinking, of course you heard of it..."
"And you are after it."
"I'm here to ask for your help in acquiring it", smiled Josephus.
"The Tsitsikwama follow a lifestyle close to that of the fabled Amazonians, a tribe where woman are leaders and men do the serving. Were you to try and find the location of Kiribuni they would kill you. And so you come here and fall before me on bended knee to see if I will try to earn the right of passage..."
"Is that about right?"
"Well I underestimated you Ms Croft."
"Oh I'm not done. The fact that the chalice is made of solid gold has nothing to do with your interests in it. Or perhaps you are wondering about the myth about the powers that will be bestowed on whosoever drinks from it."
Josephus said nothing in reply. He realized that Lara knew more than he had initially thought, much more.
"No Mr. Alvarez. I want nothing to do with this, venture, of yours. The Tsitsikwama are a peaceful people. The Chalice is a part of their religious culture; they believe it necessary to drink from it to ensure the birth of females to the tribe. To take it would prove the end of their way of life."
"Lady Croft, please", Vorne protested.
Lara pulled a sawed-off shot gun from her coat, "The answer is no. Now if you, gentlemen, would be so kind as to get off your bottom's and get out of my bloody house."
"Fine", Josephus said defeated, we will go", he walked out of the room, "but mark my words, I will get that Chalice, with or without your help."
"Why do I get the feeling you will be seeing him again lady Croft?" asked Winston, joining her on the balcony where she was watching Josephus' chopper lift into the air.
"It seems I'll be taking a trip to the DRC Winston, have Zip make the usual arrangements." After the chopper disappeared from view Lara went back into the house, "I need to unwind. Do be a dear and draw me a hot bath."
Lara smiled as the warm steam invited her into the luxurious bathroom adjoined to her bedroom. She shrugged the silk robe she wore off and melted into the steamy water with a contented smile. Her hands cupped her huge boobs, squeezing them before the skimmed over her firm tummy traveling down south.
Lara grazed her fingers through her short pubic hair then over the soft tissue of her clitoris. A shaky breath escaped her full lips as two of her fingers fondled the nub back and forth, water giving slight resistance. Her free hand reached into a gold plated box on the side of the bath to pull out a large purple dildo.
Lara put the toy into her mouth sucking on it as she continued to stroke her engorged clit. Her fingers skimmed down over the soft folds of her pussy lips where two of them dipped inside her opening.
"Ahh", Lara hissed, her body cradled in a growing sensual bliss. She removed the dildo from her mouth and grazed it over her clit. She pushed her fingers deeper into herself, her toes curling, the spark of pleasure jolting through her body making the water splash.
Lara's eyes shot open at the knock on the door.
"Bugger", she muttered.
"Yes."
"Lady Croft", Winston answered, "Master Zip has managed to chart a flight for you in fifteen minutes. I took the liberty of having the limo brought to the front."
"Thank you, Winston." Lara listened to the sound of Winston's footsteps walking away. "Every time", she muttered getting up and placing the dildo back in its holder. She quickly rubbed herself down with the bar of soap, careful not to let her hands spend too long between her legs, trying to ignore the yearning need she had created there.
An hour later Lara sat in her private plane flying over the Mediterranean Sea. She sat staring out of the window at the golden clouds that shimmered in the light of the sinking sun. There was a beep from the screen in front of her seat. She pushed the button, accepting the Sat-call.
"Zip."
"Hey Lara, you told me to keep an eye on Alvarez."
