Just for the clarification. This is a translation of Thormgravis story into English. This is done with his knowledge and I wanted to bring his nice story into another language.
Before we start, I would like to clarify three things that are very important to me.
First: She is many things - adventurer, grave robber, treasure hunter, heroine, savior of mankind, sex symbol, wet dream of a whole generation of nerds ... whatever. But there is one thing she is definitely not: an archaeologist. Where the hell did this woman study? Who taught her to explore historically immeasurably valuable temples with dynamite and pistols? In this respect she is worse than Indiana Jones and that means a lot. But we also have to certify that she is much better looking than Professor Jones (whether senior or junior).
Anyway, we come to point two: This story is NOT about the Lara Croft of the reboot of the series and if possible also not about the soft-washed version of her immediate predecessor, who regretted the death of the poor animal every time a tiger was shot. We are talking about the tough, immoral and overdrawn Lara Croft we know from the original games to Angel of Darkness, Legend and Underworld.
Third: Finally, I would like to mention that this story is about the (of course not G-rated) adventures of a computer game and action heroine. Therefore a certain portion of unrealism should not bother anyone. This applies to the action as well as to Lara's proportions.
But now to the story:
Introduction.
Sometime in late summer.
Night lay over Croft Mansion, the old manor house of the Croft nobility. The main house, as well as the entire estate and its extensive lands, stretched for miles and were far enough away from the highways of the British transport network to avoid both noise pollution and accidental visits from people who had gotten lost.
Lara Croft was not exactly a social person. Sure, she could be extremely charming and adorable when she wanted to be, but she usually found little pleasure in large gatherings. She hated attending balls of the nobility as much as she hated ceremonies, where she would only attend if her reputation as an archaeologist demanded it. In the whole of last year she had taken part in two such events: The inauguration of the Robert E. Hunter Wing of the British Museum in London, to the furnishing of which she had contributed several important artifacts (for the theft of which she was still wanted by the authorities in the respective countries), and a series of lectures within the framework of the Study at various universities, to which she was coaxed by a dean friend from her student days. In the end Lara got along much better without such stiff, aristocratic occasions. Granted: Even the British aristocracy managed to live without her presence despite her undeniable attractiveness. There were many black sheep in the high nobility, but Lara had a very infamous reputation. According to the dusty dignitaries of the Society and the British Academy of Sciences, Lara was always viewed disapprovingly. Certainly, she had undeniable successes to show and was a luminary in her field, but it was not befitting for a lady of the British aristocracy to go through any breakneck adventures armed with hot pants, too tight shirt and two pistols. There were also rumors about Lara's immoral willingness to use her optical attractiveness to her advantage. And also other stories about rather unromantic sex adventures did not want to fall silent. Lara was not willing to deny this or even to comment on it. As I said, she preferred to keep her social activity with the dusty upper class of the Empire to an absolute minimum.
And so the staff working at Croft Mansion was also very sparse. Lara placed little value on flashing staircases and entrance halls that were cleaned down to the last fluff of dust. Some outbuildings and even parts of the main house were simply not used by her, or at least very rarely. She spent most of her time in her study, the library or the various rooms in which the Croft family art collection was arranged according to historical and ethnographic aspects. Lara's great-grandfather had started the family collection as an Africa explorer, and each successive generation had expanded it. Lara herself had captured some of the most valuable pieces and acquired others at auctions. Usually Lara was only at home anyway to plan a new treasure hunt or an expedition. Lara had returned from her last trip about a week ago. Her next trip would probably lead her to Southeast Asia, where she wanted to visit an excavation site in Thailand, which was led by an old and well-known colleague of hers.
At the moment Lara was lying in her bed. She had spent the day with horseback rides and some adrenaline-charged rides in a sports car and a jeep on the extensive grounds around the croft's estate. Afterwards, she had worked until after midnight on the translation of an old Arabic text that she had been working on for years but couldn't quite figure out. The imaginative language of the late 11th century, which was characterized by many metaphors and allegories, was a very difficult subject to interpret. The art was to recognize what was a metaphor and what was a reality that was simply hard to believe. At most universities almost everything was attributed to the first variant, but whoever had had as much contact with the supernatural as Lara knew better.
Tired of this work, Lara had first fallen asleep on the sofa of her study at around 1 a.m. and later - around 3 a.m. - went to bed. In the warm late summer night, the large glass doors were open, leading from her second floor bedroom to the small balcony from which she could view the pool and all her property east of Croft Mansion. The heavy curtains, held by brocade cords, moved only slightly in the gentle night breeze that carried cool air into her bedroom. Lara turned in her bed, dreaming restlessly. Her incomparably shaped body was tantalizingly visible under the thin bedcover - the long, slender legs, the big, firm, splendidly shaped bottom, the insanely narrow wasp waist and, of course, her enormous, bulging, perfectly round breasts.