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After spending weeks in the sun and the sand, darkness was far more soothing than usual. As she entered the deep hole in the earth, that was what she found. She lifted her sunglasses to her hairline and carefully patted at the cave walls, venturing forward until a faint light began to show at the other end of the tunnel. A promising light. The light led her to a large antechamber. Torches were still lit, lining the walls, though they likely hadn’t been touched for hundreds of years. As was tradition in these sorts of places. They were spaced apart and offered little in the way of actual usable light. She could at least gauge the size of the room, which was large enough to house several dozens of people.
On the other side of the chamber, she found a lever. Even though she’d spent the last several years neglecting tombs and exploration and teaching instead, the professor never lost her famous intuition. It was what told her to pull the lever, and she did so without hesitation. In an instant, the room was bathed in light. A massive chandelier had been hovering invisibly from the ceiling, but now it came to life. Flames strong enough to reveal the entire room. From the lever, to the strange contraption in the center, and her jackass standing at the other side of the room.
Seeing it all light up filled her with a sort of excitement that no amount of teaching could offer. A feeling that had been building up ever since she first planned this trip. Now that it hit her, she realized just how much she missed this. She didn’t hate teaching; she recognized its worth and appreciated the time it gave her to relax. But the urge was always there, to explore and find treasure and uncover ancient civilizations. She knew there was more out there.
Beside the lever was a sealed gate. Above it, a carving that guaranteed this was the place she had been looking for. A long-lost shrine of Tefnut. Her lion-like face was carved above the gate. Perfectly maintained gold formed a sun above her head. Yes, there was no denying it. This was what she was looking for. Now she just had to get that gate open, and the contraption in the center of the chamber was surely the key.
The contraption was a type of bowl. It jutted out of the stone floor and stood out like a sore thumb. Made of a blue-hued silver and polished like it had just been placed a few minutes ago. After some careful study, Lara reached the conclusion that it was a pressure plate, but not a standard one. No, this was a water shrine. The plate was underneath the bowl, unreachable from the outside. The bowl had several nearly imperceivable grooves that dug in and led deeper into the contraption and to the pressure plate. Only something tiny and maneuverable could manage to fit inside. Like water, or fluid. Or something tiny and grainy. Though, she figured that water would be the only answer, or at least fluid itself.
To test this theory, she collected some of the sand that had drifted in over the years and poured it inside. The grains were small enough to fit inside the grooves, but they vanished upon touching the bowl. Yes, it needed water. A simple puzzle, if Lara Croft actually had any water, which she did not.
She looked back at the jackass, the sole reason she was out of water. She’d just used the last of her reserves to get him to his cave. Far slower than a horse, it required constant rest and nourishment. More than triple that of a horse. She’d been stuck with the thing after finding that the stable had no horses left. The next nearest stable was several dozen miles away in another city, and she was just too excited to get out and find this shrine. Now she wished she’d just taken the hit and gone to the other stable, it only would have cost her another night or two. But hindsight was twenty-twenty, and she could do nothing about it now.
However, it wasn’t like she was just going to leave empty-handed. No. She wasn’t one to do that. All the bowl needed was fluid, she was certain of it. Call it a treasure hunter’s intuition. Though, she felt no need to urinate in the bowl or anything like that. No, that was too uncouth. A last resort if all else failed. For now, she had a different plan, and looked toward her donkey. The reason they were out of water. She glanced at his cock, mostly sheathed but noticeably sizeable.
How long had the poor beast gone unsatisfied? Was it pent up? How long had it been for her? She knew, especially judging from the intrusive thoughts she was experiencing, that she was rather pent up. It had been a very long time since she’d had a good fuck, so long that she began to think that she didn’t need it anymore. What a silly thought. Just like she needed adventure, she needed the fun of pleasure. That was why she stared at her donkey.
Indeed, she knew exactly what kind of fluid she could use for this pressure plate. Though she did double check her theory that any fluid could work by opening her mouth and drooling into the bowl. All the while, she eyed her jackass, who was watching her with curiosity. The spit did not vanish, it seeped down into the bowl. But she would need a lot more than that, and she didn’t have enough saliva to give. What she had dripped down into the groove, onto what must have been the pressure plate. There was no indication that she had done anything right, but that was surely because there wasn’t enough fluid.
At the very least, what the donkey lacked in speed or grace or anything like that, he made up for with obedience. Through their travels, she’d learned that all it took was a flick of her head to get him to come to her. This time she added a little click of her tongue to entice him to move faster.
“C’mere boy.” Her voice was soft and welcoming, a far cry from what it had been on their journey. She’d spent most of their time annoyed at him. She was never rude, of course, but never happy.
As the jackass approached her, she noticed something interesting. His eyes weren’t on her face. They were lower. She smirked. His eyes were glued to her cleavage. He was given a generous helping to say the least. She wore nothing but her classic blue tank top and short cargo shorts. They didn’t reach past the middle of her thighs, even. It was great for staying cool, but Lara knew she had a rocking body and used it to her advantage occasionally. This was one of those times as well. Knowing the jackass was staring at her tits was promising indeed. Her breasts were large, even contained in her top. She was a complete bombshell and it was nice to know not even animals were immune to such sights.
“You see something you like?” Lara let her chest jut out as the jackass approached.
He deserved a name, now that she thought about it. Even though they wouldn’t be around each other for very long; their journey ended back in town once Lara was finished with this temple. For now, though.
“Jackass.” That was a good name.
As Jackass the jackass approached, his gaze never left her cleavage. He snorted as he approached her, then began to sniff the air. Lara wanted to take a peek at his member, but also wanted to see what Jackass would do when he reached her. Without her own influence. It was time to learn about her new partner. She remained perfectly still, aside from her breathing, which she made sure to do dramatically. She made her diaphragm expand more intensely, jutting her breasts out with each inhale.
To complete the picture, she crossed her arms underneath her breasts, cupping them and accentuating their size and shape that little bit more. Surely when presented with such a view, Jackass wouldn’t be able to stop himself from closing the gap.
Even when horny, Jackass didn’t move exceptionally quickly. He closed the distance between them until there was but a handful of inches between his snout and her cleavage. Lara didn’t move, though she found herself growing impatient. How could a creature be so lethargic even when it came to lust? She waited for him to do what she wanted. Surely once he got started, he’d speed up, yes? He wouldn’t disappoint her in that regard as well, right?
Right. Within seconds of reaching her, Jackass pressed forward once again. His nose was eager, sniffing at her exposed flesh, before shamelessly pushing deeper. Lara’s top began to strain a little as he pressed his muzzle between her breasts. At first he mostly sniffed, enjoying the fruits of their laborious journey in the form of Lara’s natural scent, but his thick tongue eventually ventured free. He licked her, cleaning her of whatever sweat had formed between her tits in the desert. It was quite soothing given the intense warmth. The texture, though heavy, was surprisingly soft and gentle as well.
“That’s a good jackass, Jackass.”
Lara pressed harder against the bottom of her cleavage. She was tempted to pull her breasts free, but teasing the jackass proved more exciting. Another urge tempted her as well; the urge to take a quick peek at his cock, see what she was dealing with. Finally, she gave in and leaned a bit to the side, not far enough to dislodge the jackass’ muzzle, but enough to hopefully sneak a glance at his cock. She only managed a quick glance.
A girthy, pulsing slab of meat had grown and expanded from Jackass’ sheath. It hadn’t yet reached full hardness, but already its size was impressive. Lara only saw it for a split second, so she couldn’t make out the finer details, or ensure that what she saw was entirely accurate, but she was confident. She wanted to see it more, touch it. Maybe Jackass would like to have his cock between her breasts as well?
She allowed him to lick her chest a bit longer. He even snorted excitedly. Maybe this was the way to bond with a donkey. It had worked well with horses in the past. Why hadn’t she thought of doing something like this with him sooner? It had been months since she had a real good fuck. Her nipples were hard, poking against her top. Her wetness was already soaking into her panties. It was great to feel like this again.
Lara bent her knees and sank down. Jackass tried to follow her, but stopped after a moment and started watching her instead. A tilt of his head showed her he was more curious than disappointed. Very good. As she ended up on her knees, she finally got a real look at Jackass’ member. His dick was as girthy as it had seemed at first glance, perhaps even more so. Its flared tip was throbbing and eager. The sight of it made Lara lick her lips. She was going to have fun with him, treat him right, give him an experience to remember.
“Are you a virgin, boy?” She couldn’t help but wonder. Jackass whined in response, and she took that as a yes. “You’re in for a wild ride. My, my, I wonder if we’ll break this pressure plate with how much cum I’ll milk from you.” Lara moaned.
Jackass’ cock was thickest at the base, up to his medial ring, where it tapered slightly before expanding out again at its flared tip. It was a mouthwatering sight. Lara always had a fondness for horses, and they her. Her relationships with her previous companions were always memorable and fruitful. Why should this one be any different, just because he was a donkey? Now that she saw his cock, she wanted to kick herself for being so ignorant. Sure he was slow and lazier than any other companion she’d had, but that didn’t mean he had no upsides.
No, his cock was certainly an upside. Lara worked her way underneath Jackass, who remained still and curious. Her fingers found the bit just before his head. Jackass whinnied and raised a hoof and his member pulsed. It was thick and hot, pulsing with blood and power. The feeling of it made Lara’s heart race. She wanted it. Oh, how she wanted it.
But this required baby steps. She had to learn how Jackass worked, whether or not he’d go nuts and try to ravage her, or if he’d be more submissive, let her dominate him. Maybe, like the best of her companions, Jackass would be more of a switch. In all honesty, Lara didn’t know which one she wanted more. She just wanted to make sure, at the very least, that Jackass wasn’t too wild. She didn’t want him to break her, no matter how enticing that may have seemed at the moment.
Jackass’ front legs pranced in place once she wrapped her fingers fully around his member. She couldn’t fit all the way around it of course, not even close. She had to use both hands, and even still they were only barely able to wrap around it. Her mind began to race with ideas and questions. What would he prefer? Would he like her tits best, as it seemed he did right now, or would he prefer somewhere else? Her pussy? Her mouth? Maybe her ass?
Over time Lara had learned that some animals were more similar to humans than one may have thought. Horses in particular often had preferences that went against their more bestial instincts to mate for the sole purpose of breeding. Oftentimes Lara found that her horses were in it for the pleasure of the act, just as she was. There had even been one horse who had a strange obsession with her feet.
Her hands began working Jackass’ shaft. He whinnied again and kicked at the ground. A powerful pulse rocked through his cock. For a moment Lara thought he was already about to cum. As neglected as the poor guy likely was, she had no idea how long he would last. She hoped, at the very least, that he could go for several rounds.
As she picked up her pace, Jackass grew more restless. She smirked, jerking him off with both hands but covering only a third of his shaft with her movements. Just enough to frustrate him, she hoped. He whined and bucked, finally snapping and asserting himself. Lara had to duck to avoid getting bludgeoned by his throbbing girth. She chuckled and huffed.
Jackass pranced in place, shuffling side to side slightly, hooves clopping against the stone floor. He was growing impatient. Lara moaned at the sight of his restlessness. She loved desperation, and she was feeling it just as well.
“So neglected, you poor thing. Never touched by a woman, or another of your species…” This was what Lara chose to believe. It made things much more fun for her. The heat between her legs was growing just as fast as Jackass’ arousal. They were synchronized in their lust.
He bucked again and Lara let go of him. Upon release, he pranced around more vigorously, hooves moving faster than she’d ever seen. She remained underneath him, following his movements to the best of her ability. It was hot down there, and Lara wanted out of her clothes. For now, she removed her top. As she did so, Jackass managed to prance away from her by accident, and watched her reveal her tits. He cried out, eyes wide and glued to her breasts.
That told her exactly what he wanted. Before she could fit back under him, he closed the distance between them and stuffed his muzzle back between her mounds. She hummed as he forced her breasts apart. His tongue ran its way through the valley of her breasts. Long, hot and powerful, it snaked out further and wrapped around her tit as best as it could. It couldn’t fit all the way around, Lara was too well endowed for that, but she was impressed by its length nonetheless. A tongue like this could reach all sorts of places.
She allowed him to taste her again for a little while, but was eager to show him what else her tits had to offer. After a minute, she took a step back and used her hand to stop Jackass before he could follow her, then locked eyes with him and began sinking down once again.
Like a good boy, Jackass resisted the urge to move. He allowed her to lower herself down and crawl underneath him. She knew how badly he wanted to do otherwise. He just wanted to keep licking her breasts, but that was just because he didn’t know any better. He had no idea what else her breasts, or the rest of her body, were capable of.
“Good boy,” she whispered. She patted his chest from underneath and could feel his heart racing. She let her hand hover there, feeling his pumping heart, his adrenaline. Jackass huffed and snorted impatiently. He was about to snap. She could feel it. So she moved more quickly.
Lara found his member again. Juicy, throbbing, just as she left it. No, even more so. Had it gotten thicker? Lara couldn’t tell. Its length remained ever impressive. She pressed forward, grabbing her tits and pushing them together around his shaft. Jackass whinnied, a sign for her to keep going. She had to lean backwards to cover as much of his shaft as possible, but she was more than able. Using her knees to lift herself up, before dropping her thighs back down, she began titfucking the spoiled donkey.
His hooves clacked against the stone, but he didn’t move. He almost seemed nervous, but was likely just overwhelmed by the feeling. She heard him snort and felt him pulse and hastened her pace. Her soft, malleable breasts enveloped as much of his member as they could, nearly able to wrap all the way around, but stopped just short. Lara moved herself up and down, balancing speed and strength equally. From the middle of his shaft, to his flared tip. It was more than enough to pleasure him, she knew that. Even if he wasn’t grunting and kicking and whining, her own experience told her that she was doing a good job. Jackass was having the time of his life.
Sweat built up between her breasts again, given the intense heat underneath Jackass. This provided ample lubrication, and allowed her to move with more speed. Her tits glistened in the light, round nipples almost pressing together around Jackass’ shaft. She continued to work, but knew that something had to give. It was only a matter of time. Jackass cried and pranced in place. He would take control soon.
When he did, it was accentuated by a sharp, powerful thrust. His flared tip slammed into Lara’s chin, dazing her briefly. She maintained her balance and adjusted her head, turning it to the side. She was ready for his next thrust, and met it by driving her chest down his shaft. His tip slid against her cheek and into her hair. When he pulled back, she felt something wet linger. A smirk crept across her lips and she pulled back up until his flared tip was nearly swallowed up by her tits, then back down as he thrust forward. They formed a quick rhythm. More precum clung to her cheek and dirtied her hair.
Jackass was taking control now. Every thrust was more forceful than the last. His whines turned to deeper grunts and huffs. His prancing became more controlled, mostly stopping entirely so that he could steady himself and keep thrusting. That was all that his mind was set on. He was in it now, well and truly. Just like Lara wanted.
She felt just like him. The pressure plate had almost gone forgotten. It lingered faintly in the back of her mind, but that was it. The way his cock felt, the pleasure and the rush, was motivation enough. Oh, how she missed this.
More precum oozed from Jackass’ member. So much so that it now leaked down and spilled over her breasts. He spread it all over her without care. Her chest, her neck, and her cheek were getting drenched. Was he getting close? His pulses hadn’t grown more intense, at least not in the way that would have signified an impending orgasm. He probably just had a ton of cum churning in those balls. So much unfulfilled need and desire. Maybe she should have milked him in front of the pressure plate. But then she couldn’t have tasted it for herself. And that was exactly what she did next.
She pulled back for a moment. Jackass continued to thrust into the air, cock meeting nothing. He whined and began to prance again. Lara placed her hand around his length to calm him down, and he went back to thrusting. She used this moment of partial peace to gather herself. Her other hand was used to steady his cock further, though he still bucked impatiently. He was becoming impossible to control, but she couldn’t have him just thrusting into her face. Well, not from the start, at least. She’d have to adjust to him first.
“Come on boy, simmer down now…” Her voice wavered. She knew there was no getting through to him now. He was far too fired up.
Jackass whined in response and thrust again. More precum. It stained her hands. She wanted to lick it up, but preferred the idea of tasting it from the source. So, in a spur of the moment decision, she darted forward. Her hands did their best to keep him steady as her lips found his tip. She gave a small suck to the flesh, before opening her mouth and taking more in. Though she couldn’t get past the flared tip yet, she knew it must have felt incredible, because Jackass stopped bucking wildly. He tensed up for a moment, and that was long enough for Lara to press forward again.
This wasn’t her first rodeo, not even with oral sex with a cock of this size. She knew what she was doing. But even still, this flared tip was on the larger end. It wasn’t easy to fit inside of her mouth. She had to be careful. It’d been a while, too. She felt a tinge of nervousness, a rarity for her. That almost felt good, in all honesty.
She pushed forward again, using both of her hands to hold Jackass in place, just in case he got any ideas. He suddenly seemed quite wild and dangerous now that she’d gotten him all fired up. But that was how she wanted him. Her lips stretched around his flared head, she relaxed her jaw, and she felt a pulse. A pulse that was far stronger than any she’d felt before. She knew what it meant, but she was far too slow to react, and Jackass was far too strong to resist.
It happened so fast. Two feelings, two thoughts surged through Lara in an instant. First and foremost, panic. But just behind it was worry. The pressure plate bowl flashed into her mind. She realized that she may have been losing her opportunity. But then the flood of cum arrived, and Jackass drove himself into her mouth. His flared tip forced its way inside, then slipped down her throat. Her gullet was stuffed full in an instant. She reached up and placed her hands against his stomach, but it was no use. The cum was already filling her up.
Lara choked on it as she tried to pull away. Two thick ropes of donkey cum spilled from her nose, as it was nearly impossible to come out of her mouth. Her throat and mouth were stuffed air-tight. She bent her knees further and pulled back, using her weight and gravity to attempt to dislodge his cock and pull herself to the ground. This worked for a moment, before he thrust again. His whines grew louder, echoing through the chamber and briefly drowning out Lara’s gurgles and chokes.
Her vision clouded up as tears formed and fell from her eyes. A reaction to the gagging. She wasn’t afraid for her life or anything like that. It was more that she was worried about the bowl. As soon as Jackass started cumming, that was all she could think about. Otherwise, this wasn’t the first time she had an ejaculating horsecock lodged in her throat.
On the other hand, it was a lot of cum, even for a horse. She struggled to choke it all down. A large portion of it came spilling back up out of her nose or even squeezing out of her mouth. As she pulled herself away, the latter became even more true. Once she dislodged the flared tip from her throat and out of her mouth, a torrent of semen followed. As it spewed uncontrollably from her mouth, Lara forced herself to her feet. She turned and collapsed against the bowl and coughed up the rest into it.
Unfortunately, given all the commotion, Lara’s footing wasn’t perfect. Most of the cum spilled onto the floor or down the side of the bowl, and only a small amount actually found its way into the grooves and onto the pressure plate. It wasn’t enough. The bowl hummed faintly, but that was it. Just enough to let her know that her efforts weren’t entirely in vain. She needed more cum.
As if on cue, Jackass mounted her from behind. Lara’s body was pinned to the bowl, and all of Jackass’ weight was pressed against it. Lara feared for its stability. The thought of breaking it and thereby losing whatever was inside forever dictated her panic. She cursed and pushed back against Jackass, using the bowl as leverage. A stupid action in its own right, but the bowl did not waver. It stayed strong.
Jackass snorted in her ear. She felt his massive cock slip between her meaty thighs. He thrust. His next thrust was sent up her spine instead. He was wild, panting and grunting. His orgasm had been cut short. Lara had basically given him blue balls. She cursed under her breath and pushed back against him as hard as she could.
“Get off of me you stupid beast! We aren’t done, just get off of the bowl!” She struggled underneath him, but Jackass wasn’t listening. She slapped at his legs, which were balanced awkwardly on the brim of the bowl. Her efforts were pointless. Jackass just kept humping her.
“Fucking hell, you daft little shit, calm down!”
It was no use. Lara was mostly just yelling to get her own frustrations out. She knew he wasn’t going to listen. But the crux of the issue was that she needed more cum, and it was clear that Jackass was more than willing to provide. That was good, at least. Even if he wouldn’t calm down or give her the time or space to figure out how they were going to do this. He just kept humping her back, occasionally between her thighs. The stimulation made her even wetter than she already was. She felt hot and needy, just like Jackass did.
Lara focused on his thrusts, understanding his rhythm. She closed her eyes, then ducked down and rolled to the side as he pulled back. He thrust into the bowl and whined in annoyance. Lara was on her feet in an instant, hands outstretched to calm the beast. He was already facing her, moving toward her. Though his gait started rapidly, he slowed down, eyes glued to her breasts once again. Lara couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
“That’s it, calm down boy.” Lara sighed in relief.
While he was hypnotized by her breasts, she reached down and began wriggling out of her tight shorts. Her belt fell first, but her shorts clung to her like a second skin due to the heat. She forced her way out of them and they fell to the cave floor. She stepped out of them completely bare. Jackass’ gaze drifted from her tits to her pussy. No, not her pussy, her hips.
Seeing where he was looking gave Lara pause. She cocked an eyebrow. They normally looked at her pussy, but Jackass was staring at her hips, as if trying to look around her. She turned around but kept her eyes on him in case he made any sudden moves. Her fat, juicy ass was laid bare to him. Toned and tight, but bubbly and thick. She knew she had the perfect ass and was proud of it. Hell, she had the perfect body.
It was just as she thought. Jackass began to move, slowly, like he had with her breasts. Now he was hypnotized by the sight of her ass cheeks. He wanted to know what lay between them. Lara considered reaching back and prying her cheeks apart, but stopped herself. That was for him to do. She smirked. Was this donkey an ass man? Ass and tits.
Of course she’d taken horsecock in the ass before. It wasn’t something she was afraid of at all. In fact, now that she thought about it, it seemed an efficient way to store his cum before filling the bowl. Though the act would have been quite obscene. She had to be honest with herself; at this point she didn’t care about obscenities or shame. She was just as horny as Jackass was. If he wanted to enjoy her ass, she was eager to oblige.
He closed the distance between them just as he had with her breasts. She watched as he lowered his head down. She felt his breath on her cheeks, then between them, and soon his muzzle pressed against her crack. He prodded and pushed, but her cheeks just caved in around him, that wasn’t what he wanted. Lara reached around to aid him, gripping her cheeks and prying them apart gently, just enough to let him spread them himself.
His breathing grew more laborious. Deeper inhales, stronger. The breath between her cheeks was cool, relieving. Occasionally the air brushed over her pussy and made her thighs quiver. She bit her finger and moaned. Jackass found his target. Her asshole winked against his nose as he inhaled. His hooves flicked against the ground like he was anxious. But he was just excited. Yeah, he was an ass man. An ass donkey. An ass ass.
Lara bit down on her finger when Jackass’ tongue snaked free. Thick and powerful, it enveloped her asshole and a great deal of her ass crack too. Her knees threatened to buckle. When he began to lick, she allowed them to. She fell onto her hands and knees and pressed her chest to the ground and lifted her ass into the air. Her cheeks spread naturally this way, though Jackass still had to pry them apart a bit to fit his face back in its rightful place. Her asshole winked at him, inviting him to taste and enjoy. Inviting him to pound.
First he went back to indulging in her flavors and scents. His tongue was heavy, slapping against her winking sphincter. It teased her pussy too, but only because it was so long. It was clear that Jackass didn’t care about her womanhood at the moment. She could respect a beast that knew what he wanted. The thought of it made her lick her lips in anticipation. Though his tongue felt wonderful against her asshole, she was eager to know how his cock felt. It’d been so long since she’d had her ass stretched out.
His tongue flicked and explored eagerly. Though it was anything but precise or accurate, like a hefty slab of wet meat. It slapped against her asshole but never dove in. Occasionally Jackass tried to fit his way inside, but his tongue was too imprecise and fat to fit in her asshole. But it wasn’t a bad idea. It was a good way to prepare for anal, given they had no other form of lubricant, except her own spit. Maybe Lara just had to help him.
She rested her cheek against the floor and reached back to pry her ass cheeks apart as far as she could. He continued to lick away, hardly noticing what she’d done. Whenever his tongue pressed against her hole, she pushed back against him with it. It was a big ask, but it was all that she could do to offer access. Jackass didn’t notice it, but she hadn’t expected him to. He just kept licking, and she kept her fingers crossed that it would eventually line up correctly and slip inside. Somehow, perhaps miraculously, it did just that. At least, it did so partially.
The very tip of his tongue entered her ring. Both of them froze in place. Jackass seemed stunned, likely enjoying a whole world of new sexy flavors. Lara snapped back to it and pushed again, enveloping another inch of his tongue inside of her. This spurred him back to life, and he pushed deeper with his head. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, until his teeth teased her butt cheeks. Another several inches worked its way into her hole. He breathed deeply, panting as if running. Lara could tell that his heart was racing.
That was probably as deep as he could go. Lara grunted as she adjusted to the size and strength. She knew his tongue wouldn’t hold a candle to his cock, but even this overwhelmed her. After going so long with nothing but the rare toy to entertain herself, this was insanity. She loved it.
Jackass pulled his tongue out without warning. It made a sloppy little pop when it exited her butt. Lara’s asshole winked shut and winked more to adjust to the emptiness. She shuddered, let her legs go limp briefly, then stuck her ass back up with more force than before. Higher, more inviting. Her pussy was aching for release. She needed this.
Jackass wasn’t finished, thankfully. Perhaps his cock had just grown too needy, and he’d pulled out for that. Because within moments she felt the giant slab of meat press against her asshole. With surprising precision, he pressed his tip against her asshole. It was loosened now and quite slick, but it still wasn’t going to be easy to stuff something of that size inside of her. But neither of them were willing to give up.
Lara used the strength she had left, what with the aching need controlling most of her body and held as still as she could. Even against the eager thrusts of a donkey, she stood her ground quite well. His front hooves settled on either side of her head. The tip of his cock rested against her asshole, and he pushed again. He grew more controlled, more focused. He knew what he wanted and how to get it.
Lara pushed back against him whenever he pressed against her hole. Both with the hole itself and her ass, she applied pressure against his member. She pushed with her asshole. It was easy to swallow up the very tip, but that tip quickly grew into a massive, flared head. She didn’t give up though, and neither did he. They both pushed until finally her hole was stretched wide enough to allow him entrance. His tip popped into her asshole and the rest was smooth sailing for the most part.
The thrusts rocked Lara’s body. Her chest slid against the floor. Thankfully it was smooth, so there was no discomfort there. She reached up and grabbed his hooves for support, and focused on her breathing. She’d been stretched this wide before, but it was long ago. It felt like it was happening for the first time all over again. She grit her teeth and hissed and pushed back in defiance of her body.
Whines and grunts and snorts were music to her ears. Jackass was loving it and making this fact known. Lara bit her lip and smiled, then pushed back harder. Every thrust brought him deeper into her tight ass and her to greater heights of pleasure. Soon she felt what must have been his medial ring. The next hurdle, but surely not one that would stop them.
No, of course not. The medial ring was much easier to get past than his flared tip. But it was just as satisfying to feel. The way it stretched her hole, then she swallowed it up. Lara shuddered and moaned. Over halfway now. She wanted to feel every inch.
From here, Jackass picked up the pace. Lara joined him, shoving her ass back to meet his thrusts. They moved faster together, forming a rhythm. Even though Jackass’ thrusts made her entire body quake, her tits slide across the floor, and stars flash in her vision, Lara didn’t stop. She kept up with him the whole time. No matter how rough he became. Lara was there for it, all of it.
Even when she stopped being able to keep up. When his thrusts simply threw her body to and fro, like she was some kind of toy. Lara was there for it. She loved it. He loved it. They both moaned and whined together. Lara’s grip on his hooves grew weaker until she let go entirely and simply slid across the floor. If it weren’t for the grip her asshole had on his cock, she likely would have been thrown across the cave.
Jackass never stopped, never hesitated. Every thrust sent him deeper until finally he was balls deep in her ass. Whenever he pulled back, his medial ring popped out of her asshole, then forced its way back in when he thrust. Her asshole stretched and contracted over and over, growing looser every time. Easier to sink himself into. Her insides remained constantly tight. He was being brought to the edge.
Lara had no way of knowing if he was getting close or not. The movements and constant rocking of her body made it impossible to notice details, like whether or not Jackass was pulsing like he was gonna blow, or pulsing like he was having a good time. So it came as a surprise when he began fucking her even harder. She flailed against the floor, every limb limp and practically numb. She was held up entirely by Jackass’ massive cock. He whinnied and strained, huffing and snorting while he abused Lara’s body.
This was what made her cum. Finally, she was given release. She squirted over the floor, her nerves went into overdrive. She was placed into some kind of state of shock. She couldn’t even moan. Her mouth was agape, but only drool escaped her. Lara could hardly manage to breathe. And she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Finally it happened. Just as Lara began to come down from her own orgasm, Jackass exploded inside of her. She felt it immediately, the strange expansion of her insides as he filled her up. Thick, potent ropes of semen filled her bowels. Even though she’d already had a stomach full of it, she wanted it in her mouth. She wanted to taste it. Finally, a cry of bliss escaped her.
Through his orgasm, Jackass continued to pound her. Every so often he’d make a stronger thrust than usual, and send out several more ropes of cum into her ass. He caught his breath. His pace grew slower, more relaxed, sedated. Lara could feel him softening inside of her. The massive length that had rearranged her bowels was now shrinking. Her asshole still clung to it, until it popped out of her and she sank to the floor.
As she lay there with cum slowly oozing out of her asshole, she remembered faintly her goal. The pressure plate, the bowl. She tried to squeeze her asshole shut, but it was too gaped and numb. She couldn’t control it, the semen just kept spilling out. Though it was slow, it still filled her with some kind of lethargic panic.
Somehow she managed to rise to her feet. Even if it only lasted a second, it was enough to let her fall into the bowl. She steadied herself against it. More cum spilled from her ass. She was running out of time. Behind her a trail of thick cum was formed.
The strength in her legs was forced to return. She lifted one up and planted her foot on the rim of the bowl. Using this leverage, she lifted herself up and placed the other foot on the other side. Now she was squatting over the bowl. A lewd, shameless sight. One that she hoped Jackass was enjoying. She glanced back to see that his eyes were glued to her.
She hardly even needed to push. From this position the cum simply fell out of her ruined asshole. It allowed her to take this time to relax, regather herself. To think about the task at hand, about what may lie beyond that gate. She looked down. The bowl glowed as the semen trickled into the grooves. Lara sighed. Though her mind was hazy and her body was weak, she looked forward to discovering whatever came next.
However, to her dismay, the cum ran out before the bowl was full. No matter how she pushed, only a drip came out, here and there. The bowl wasn’t full. She cursed and hopped down from the bowl. A blue light filled the bottom half of the bowl, but the other half was still bare and plain. She was halfway there? That meant there was so much more work to be done. Lara looked at Jackass, his cock. It was soft, but surely it could harden again. It had to.
“Come here boy, we aren’t done yet.”
***
By the time Lara made it back out of the cave, the sun had finished a full cycle. It almost seemed as if time had stopped when she first stepped into the desert. Her mind was still cloudy, her ass sore. Filling the bowl had taken nearly half a dozen loads, and Jackass hadn’t wanted to stuff them anywhere but her ass.
Lara grunted as she climbed onto Jackass’ back. Her legs were like jelly. But even still, she’d scoured the temple, every inch of it, and cupped her reward against her abdomen. A crystal artifact, made seemingly out of ice, yet warm to the touch. A substance Lara had never seen before. What would her studies reveal? What secrets would this artifact unearth?
But first, there was another matter. She glanced down at Jackass. He was likely just as tired as her, but trekked on like she’d never seen before. Maybe all it took to get him to apply himself was a little intimate bonding. She ran her hand through his mane.
“Have to get you taken care of once we get back in town. A wash, food, treats. A better tack than this. Then… Perhaps I’ll see how much you cost for a permanent place at my side.”