Caitlin Fairchild stretched her tall perfect figure to warm-up for her daily exercise regiment.  The training bra she wore struggled to contain the masses of flesh that were her breasts, while her spandex shorts hugged her pelvis tightly.  The outfit in general did justice to show off her lavivacious body, the bare midriff, legs and arms accented by her beautiful face and hair made her a sexual goddess.

"Something bothering you Caitlin?" asked Lara with grave concern for her lover and ward.

"I feel bad," replied Caitlin solemnly, "I keep thinking about that Zealot woman I killed."

"You get over it." said Lara.  "I've killed lots of people in my life, and you tend to..."

"I can't." interrupted Caitlin.  "I keep seeing the look in her eyes, and it bothers me.  I shouldn't have pulled the trigger."

"Why?"

"She deserved better than that.  She didn't deserve to die like that.  Being put out of her misery."

The woman opened her eyes, squinting painfully as they faced light for the first time in weeks.  She desperately shielded her eyes with her arm until she was able to get used to her newfound sight.  She felt a chill run up her spine, which was when she realized she was naked and lying on a stone altar.  Slowly, she began to question her surroundings as she regained the efficient use of her senses.

"Where am I?" she asked, her mind hazy.

"On Coda Island." replied a voice.  The woman turned to see another woman, this one with long, black hair that contrasted completely with her own long white locks.  "Who are you?" the white haired woman asked, although she vaguely remembers seeing that face before in her life.

"You don't remember me?  I'm shocked and apalled.  I am called Artemis.  You are now my slave.  Zealot."

"What?  No!  I am no one's slave." replied Zealot, her warrior's honor still intact.  "I seem to recall you now Artemis.  Were you not the one sister who was rumored to be secretly using necromancy?"

"The rumors have been accurate." replied Artemis, smiling.  "After your unfortunate demise, I passed the necessary trials, and became the new leader of the Coda.  However, as soon as I became so, I found some very outdated and ineffective practices and attitudes in your leadership regiment."

"Such as?" snarled Zealot, taking an insult to her leadership personally.

"The lack of our role in man's world.  I've seen what the world has to offer.  It is too much to forget, especially when one sees it, and returns to the small world of this island."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Men have a weakness.  They demand pleasure.  In exchange, they shall pay for it."

Zealot gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as a realization came to her.  "And you expect me to become a whore?!"

Artemis simply grinned smugly, an expression that spoke louder than words.  Zealot growled at her captor and dove at her, knocking Artemis to the ground.  The dark haired woman's face lit up with shock as she descended, "NO!" she screamed in her head, her mouth gaping wide in disbelief.  "She wasn't supposed to be this strong!  I..."

Zealot interrupted her final thought by snapping her neck.  Zealot hovered over Artemis for a few more moments, panting angrily as the rage continued to burn within her.  Her large breasts heaved with her athletic body's movements, until finally her anger subsided completely.  She gazed down at Artemis, her blank, cold expression of death burning in her mind as blood slowly began oozing from her mouth.  Zealot closed her eyes, almost in shame, as she realized how quick and impulsive her actions were.  "Forgive me sister." she whispered as she stepped off her respectfully.

"Sister Artemis!" came a voice from the halls.  Zealot heard the echoes and quickly dashed out the other exit, the warrior already outside by the time the messenger Coda discovered Artemis's body.

"Sister Artemis's departure is not a grave concern." said the red-headed woman who sat at the head of the meeting table.  "Still, it is not entirely my decision is it?"

"No, it is not." replied a burnette who sat across from her.  "Although I agree with you.  I say we forget Artemis and her ridiculous plans for male servitude.  I say we continue with our plans to retrieve the artifact."

"Should it exist." retorted a woman with coppery-brown hair.  "Need I remind you all how preposterous such an item sounds."

"You do not believe in the legends?" asked the redhead with a certain amount of impatience in her voice.

"Those may or may not be true, but the item you speak of sounds ridiculous.  How would a simple girdle decide the outcome of such prophecies?"

"It is not just a 'girdle.'" snapped the burnette defensively.  "It is the Cestus.  It may have belonged to Venus herself."

"Venus wore a golden garment?" asked the copper-haired woman sarcastically.

"The gods are not bound by the rules of materials like we are.  When it was lost down here, it appears as gold to us as a physical representation of it's sacred heritage."

The copper-haired woman paused, unable to argue with such a point.  "Very well." she reluctantly agreed.  "And exactly what would it do to us 'mere mortals'?" she asked, accenting her words with sarcasm.

"Sister please behave." demanded the redhead, annoyed by the copperhead's audacity.  "It has many uses.  One we find of particular interest is the legend that it can increase fertility, so that..."

"We can multiply our ranks without resorting to capturing men." interrupted the copperhead, realizing how useful such abilities would be.

"Correct.  It is such a pain to capture dozens of men only to kill them after our breeding sisters have mated with them.  I hate to subject them to such barbaric activities.  The legends say our sisters can become impregnated with new female warriors simply by wearing the Cestus."

"Alright, then it is settled, the hunt shall begin at dawn for..."

"..the Cestus?" asked Caitlin, raising her eyebrow in skepticism.

"Yes, said to be the original girdle worn by Venus.  It is rumored to have immense power over love and fertility."

Fertility.  The word rang through Caitlin's head over and over like an echo in an immense cave.  She put her hand over her stomach as she remembered the horrible ordeal she went through to become pregnant with a demonic offspring.  Caitlin closed her eyes and hung her head, her self esteem still unstable even after all this time.

Lara noticed her lover's discomfort.  "Sorry.  If you wish, you can stay here."

"No." said Caitlin softly.  "I will come with you.  Where is it?"

"Oh, umm...I got hired by some company to go into a temple and get it.  Apprently they got a wind of my reputation and decided I was the one to retrieve it."

Caitlin sighed, "I guess it's off to find..."

"..the Cestus!" exclaimed the woman, straining to speak without cutting her throat on the blade that pressed against her neck.

"No." said Zealot in a worried whisper, her grip on the knife she held on the woman's throat loosening.

"Eww..." said Caitlin as she wandered into the mulchy green water.  Lara strided through the muck several steps ahead of her, holding her flashlight.  They wandered through the canal of green slime, so deep Lara's exposed naval was soaked.  "Makes you wish you wore the full tank top doesn't it?" asked Caitlin playfully, observing the aqua colored tankini top Lara wore.

"What?  Don't like to see more of me?" replied Lara with a smile, unbothered by the shivers emanating from her tight stomach.

"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing more of your tits."

Lara paused for a moment, causing Caitlin to become concerned.  The redhead almost drew out her gun when Lara began laughing.  "Me too.  I think I know how I'll be celebrating getting this artifact." she smiled at Caitlin, and the two women kissed each other on the lips, both resisting their throbbing urges to make love.

"Dead end." announced Lara, annoyance running in her voice.  The watery canal they walked through simply ended in a wall.  "Now what?"

Caitlin took a step forward, past Lara, examining the walls with her flashlight, until she took a single step forward and suddenly fell into the water, disappearing from view.  "Caitlin!" Lara screamed, unsure of what happened.

Caitlin emerged from the water a few seconds later.  "I'm okay Lara." she gasped.  "It's not a dead end.  We can actually swim under the wall."

"Yeah, but how long is it?"

Caitlin paused awkwardly.  "Ummm...don't know.  Any ideas?"

Lara reached behind her to dig in her backpack, and pulled out a handful of flares.  She pulled the top off one and the red stick ignited with light.  Lara tossed it under the water, it's light refusing to be extinguished, illuminating it's path down.

Lara craned her neck as she watched the light sink, until it stopped, resting on the bottom.  "Doesn't look too deep.  If there's no passageway down there we can at least swim back up."

Caitlin nodded and took a deep breath before diving back underwater.  Lara took a few deep breaths, using her method of underwater breathing she developed herself after raiding so many underground tombs, and swam after Caitlin, disappearing into the darkness.

Lara squinted as the cold water and the lichens swimming around irritated her eyes.  The light from the flare was already fading, but even at it's brightest intensity it only illuminated the edges of the bricks in it's immediate vacinity.  Lara swam past it, plunging her into complete darkness.  For a moment her heart began racing with fear as the water seemed to stretch forever into darkness.  "God, I don't want to drown here." she thought, feeling her lungs beginning to burn.  Lara forced her arms, now numb with cold, to propel herself deeper into the unknown depths.

The calm, serene surface of the water in the pool, undisturbed for years, was finally broken when Caitlin Fairchild burst through it.  The tall redhead panted heavily as she gripped the marble edges and hoisted herself up.  Her long, creamy legs were shivering and covered in goosebumps, her shorts soaked and plastered to her skin.  Caitlin tossed her head to clear her wet hair out of her face, and buttoned her khaki shirt which had become slightly undone in the water.  Her massive tits pressed firmly against the thin white material of her t-shirt, her nipples so erect they were ready to burst through the fabric.  As she squeezed the water our of her clothing, she realized Lara was not with her.

"Lara!" she screamed, running back to the water.  The black stone of the pool's interior betrayed no sign of Lara, nor did the seemingly endless darkness within.  "Oh god no." Caitlin whimpered, tears beginning to well in her eyes.  Her moment of silence was broken by a loud splashing sound.  Caitlin snapped to attention and saw Lara flailing desperately at the water's surface, her lungs barely able to fulfill her oxygen needs.  Caitlin selflessly dove back in and guided Lara to the edge, where the British woman coughed out mouthful after mouthful of dirty, algae-stained water.

"That's twice you've saved me on a tomb raid," said Lara in a raspy voice.  "Maybe that's a sign as to who really should've been the archaeologist."

"Please Lara, don't kid." said Caitlin reassuringly.  "Just relax."

After Lara regained her breath, the two continued their trek.  "According to my knowledge of these types of temples, they're shaped rectangularly with a series of circles inside." said Lara.

"Why is that?" asked Caitlin.

"The circles are supposed to surround the artifact as a sign of how sacred they are.  I expect that we'll walk through a lot of circles before we reach the Cestus."

Caitlin and Lara crossed the perimeters of many circles, almost making them dizzy, until finally they reached cylinder shaped center chamber.  Standing in the center was an ancient stone bust, with a shining gold girdle around it.

"Whoa." said Caitlin, her voice filled with awe.  "Is that..."

"The Cestus." said Lara, finishing her amazed lover's sentence.  "They say that wearing it gives you power over love and fer...ummm...you know."

"It's okay." said Caitlin, unwilling to accept Lara's sympathy.  "So how do we take it?  Doesn't look like it has any clasps or anything."

"See that seam in the center?" said Lara, pointing to the girdle.  "It comes apart, but I don't want to break it.  There must be a trick to opening it."

Caitlin stepped up to the golden garment, and gazed at it while Lara continued contemplating.  Caitlin looked at how beautifully sculpted the gold was, and how large the cup size was.  Caitlin stroked the left cup with the back of her hand, concentrating on where the nipple would have been.  "Caitlin?  Caitlin?" said Lara, breaking Caitlin's trance.  "What are you doing?"

Before Caitlin could answer, a flash of light burst from the center of the room, and as the glare in Lara's eyes subsided, the redhead was gone.

Caitlin squinted and rubbed her eyes, until the rainbows before her disappeared.  "Wh...where am I?" she asked, noticing how much her voice echoed in this new place.  She looked around, and was stunned to see she was standing on air, high above the clouds.  "Welcome Caitlin Fairchild," a woman's voice boomed around her, "I am so very glad to finally meet you."

"Who are you?" yelled Caitlin in every direction, unsure of the voice's source.

Caitlin heard a noise behind her, almost like a high-pitched whine, and turned to see a beautiful woman facing her.  She was about her height, a rarity for most women.  She had thick blond locks that went down to her waist, while her voluptuous body was clad in a simple white robe that left her shoulders and most of her legs bare.  To Caitlin, she was the most beautiful, and sexually attractive, woman she had ever seen.  "Are you...?" stuttered Caitlin, the word she wanted unable to leave her mouth.

"I am Venus.  You wish to take my girdle.  You must earn it first." said the woman, her echoeing voice matching the one that greeted Caitlin to this strange place.

"What....what...must...I...do?" asked Caitlin, her nervous fear growing.

"Please me." replied Venus, taking off her clothes.  Caitlin stared at the goddess as she stripped before her, and before she even began to think about disrobing herself, she felt a small chill in her back and looked down, and saw she was already naked.  "Your body is exquisite." said Venus, whom Caitlin was shocked to notice was suddenly right in front of her.  The goddess cupped the redhead's delicate chin, her fingers soft and silky smooth.  "As is your face."

"I...uh..." said Caitlin, feeling her pussy tingling and her nipples hardening for this woman.  She desperately wanted to tell her how beautiful she found her, and how much she wanted to make love to her.

"I know what you wish my child, and you shall have it." said Venus, before smothering Caitlin's lips with her own.  Venus snaked her tongue into Caitlin's slack lips to entwine it with the redhead's, the goddess's slimy muscle posessing an erotic flexibility that Caitlin had never experienced before.  Caitlin moaned through the kiss, closing her emerald eyes as her hands began to grope blindly at Venus's figure.  She located the goddess's soft breasts, their pliancy and their hard nipples feeling heavenly against Caitlin's palms.  Venus slid her tongue out of Caitlin's mouth, much to the redhead's disappointment.  Her mouth nipped back at her, longing for more.  Venus simply smiled, amused at Caitlin's almost innocent begging.

Caitlin's pouty lips quivered as Venus rubbed her mouth against Caitlin's thighs.  Caitlin tossed her head back, her fiery red locks flying wildly as Venus kissed her clit, the goddess's red lips pressing and gently sucking on Caitlin's vulva.  Venus began firmly licking Caitlin's pussy, now growing wet and hot from arousal.  Her tongue probed between Caitlin's fleshy petals, a small gush of juices flowing out as they were spread apart by Venus's attentions.  Caitlin lustfully rolled her hips and opened her legs for Venus's erotic feasting of her sex.  Venus cupped Caitlin's flanks and fondled them, Caitlin moaned as she felt her flesh burn lustfully beneath her touch.  Caitlin's trembling legs finally gave away and she fell over, bracing her body for the impact of smacking the floor, but the force never came.  Caitlin opened her eyes halfway and saw she and Venus were slowly spinning, as if no gravity existed for them.  Caitlin's thoughts were cut off as she felt the goddess's tongue touch her cervix.  She gasped, bucking her hips in response and helplessly laid her arms limp as an immense orgasm exploded from her loins and gushed out of her cunt with warm cum.  Venus swallowed the nectar that dripped from Caitlin's throbbing pussy, the goddess posessing great skill at love, Caitlin shivered as her tongue gently rubbed against her wet labia, not missing a single drop of juice.

Time stood still for the two lovers, continually spinning and making love.  Caitlin experienced several immense orgasms, and was finally allowed to drink sweet ambroisia straight from the goddess's sex.  The goddess's sex fluid tasted like no earthly woman's juices, posessing a sweeter, but yet undescribable taste to it.  It burned on her hot tongue without irritating, the sensation spreading through her body as it flowed down her throat.  She felt it go down her esophogus and felt the pleasure go straight into her nipples, the sensitive knobs expanding and hardening even farther.  Caitlin felt like her body was swimming in a sea of pure rapture, her mind only a trasmitter of pleasure.

"Lara?" Caitlin whispered, although she wasn't aware why.

"Yes Caitlin?"

Caitlin's eyes burst in surprise.  Her head turned aroudn frantically, the red-haired beauty quickly remembering where she was.  "Didn't...didn't you notice I was gone?"

"Gone?  No.  You weren't gone.  That light flashed, but that was it.  You didn't go anywhere."

"No, I did go somewhere.  Venus took me and made love to me.  God, it was so wonderful, you should've been there."

Lara gave a puzzled look to her lover, a look that made Caitlin pause awkwardly.  "Okay, it sounds crazy, but...look!" she pointed to the bust, and the two saw that the girdle had fallen off.

"We did it!" exclaimed Lara, hugging Caitlin tightly, "we found the girdle of Venus!"

"Very impressive." came a voice from the darkness.

"Who's there?" demanded Lara as she let go of Caitlin and slowly pulled out her guns.  Caitlin pulled out her own firearms and looked around the room cautiously.

"I have no quarrel with you Lara Croft, it is Caitlin I seek."  said the voice.

"For what purpose?" asked Lara cautiously.

"For vengeance!" screamed the voice, which was when Lara recognized it.

"Zealot..." she whispered to herself.

As Lara uttered the last syllable, Zealot struck.  She jumped out of the shadows with unbelievable speed, blurring past Lara and diving straight at Caitlin.  Caitlin could not dodge her in time and was thrown against the wall.  Caitlin's tall, muscular frame left a huge indent in the stone and left her breathless.  Zealot wasted no time and continued to pummel her, punching her beautiful face over and over until it bled and turned purple with thick bruises.  "Stop it you bitch!" exclaimed Lara as she fired her guns.  Zealot continued punching until the bullets were inches away from ripping through her flesh, which was when she shifted to the side and let the bullets harmlessly drill themselves into the stone wall in front of her.  Zealot paid no attention to Lara's effort and continued pummeling Caitlin's now unconscious form into pulp.

Lara gritted her teeth and yelled, running at Zealot with guns blazing.  Zealot dodged each bullet without even turning around, and ended Lara's rescue attempt by punching her straight in the face, between the eyes.  Lara felt her head become heavy and she crumpled to the ground instantly, her last thought being an apology to Caitlin for ever getting her into this mess.

Zealot unsheathed a sword from her back, the sound of the scraping metal against the hilt like music to her.  She closed her eyes in a silent prayer for Caitlin, acknowledging her strength and skill as a fighter.  Her eyes quickly opened and focused on the still redhead as she raised the blade above her head.

"Very good of you sister Zealot."

Zealot looked up from her target and saw several warriors of the Coda enter the small room.  She gritted her teeth at their pompous smirks, angry at their lack of discipline.  Zealot glared at the warriors, their swords and spears at hand while their bodies stood at battle-ready poses.  Zealot needed no explanations for their intentions.  She stepped away from Caitlin's body and faced her former warrior peers.  All pairs of eyes were locked in an icy glare for moments, the intensity of each passing second accumulating until finally, one of the sisters blinked.

The white-haired warrior lunged like a cat, swinging her sword in an arc that cut through the torso of the nearest sister while severely wounding the one beside her.  Zealot put all her momentum backwards as soon as she heard her heels click on the stone, sending her into a backflip that allowed her to narrowly avoid the remaining sister's weapons, the high-whistling sound ringing through her ears as they sliced the air Zealot had occupied only milliseconds earlier.  Zealot twisted her hips and she landed on her feet, taking only a quick moment to recover before she pounced again, this time with her sword extended forward.  The sister she had targeted vainly sideswiped at Zealot's weapon, knocking it only an inch off course to have it stab through her kidney.  Zealot used her sword as a fulcrum and levered herself over her fallen sister as her body descended to the ground.  The Coda warrior pulled her bloody edge out of the warrior's torso and faced the three others, who showed signs of fear.

"Your cowardice is too evident," remarked Zealot, her gaze unyielding, "it would be almost dishonorable to kill you."

The three sisters, although not as disciplined in the Coda's doctrine of honor, still took the insult very personally..  The three struck at Zealot in an unorganized fashion, each one unaware of what moves their fellow fighter would execute, and thus, unable to complement it.  Zealot saw the two coming from each side and guessed what attack they would do.  She knelt quickly and did an arcing sweep with her ankle, ducking under a spear slash coming from her left and sweeping the would-be assassin off her feet.  From her right she saw another spear plunging down at her, which she countered with a block from her sword and a swift kick to the attacker's sternum.  Zealot used the momentum from her kick to twist herself around on her other foot, using her still extended leg to smack the third attacker in the face.  The last sister stopped in her tracks, her head somewhat wobbling as blood flowed from her newly broken nose.  Zealot stood ready, her body heaving somewhat from the battle heat, but still pulsing with fighting spirit.  The sister before her stood wobbling and bleeding for a few more moments, until she crumpled to the floor.

Zealot smiled, raising her muscular arms in a victory stance.  She was proud of her victory over her would-be enslavers, proud that she had not lost the right, nor skill, to be considered a warrior.  As she basked in the glory of victory, she heard a gunshot pierce her eardrums.  She quickly turned, her weapon ready, only to see no threat.  Zealot cautiously surveyed the room, and saw what had just transpired.  Immediately behind, with her weapon raised, was one of her former warrior sisters.  She saw a bloody hole in the head of one of her fallen sisters, which she recognized as a bullet wound.  She turned and saw Caitlin Fairchild, her face still bleeding and bruised, weakly hold a gun aimed at the sister.  Zealot stood silent as she realized Caitlin's noble act, unwilling and unable to acknowledge her gratefulness.  Caitlin's arm shook as her strength left her body and she dropped the weapon, falling unconscious with the loud click the metallic weapon made on the stone floor.

Caitlin moaned as the feeling of consciousness flowed into her groggy brain.  She felt something soft and wet swab gently at her face, the liquid occasionally stinging her still bruised skin.  The redhead gasped and quickly stood up, turning to face her caregiver.  Her mouth gaped wide in shock when she saw it was Zealot treating her wounds.  "You are awake, that is good.  Your...friend Lara was concerned."  Zealot wore a robe that Caitlin recognized as belonging to Lara Croft.  Judging by the scent of Zealot's white mane, she had just taken a shower.

"Was she afraid I was dead?" asked Caitlin.

Zealot paused, looking down.  "I, was afraid of that." she solemnly replied.  "I, was wrong in my judgement of you.  Despite your past roles, you've proven yourself to be, strong." admitted Zealot in a reserved tone.

Caitlin smiled, nodding her head slightly in respect.  "Thank you." she said.

"I...am indebted to you for saving my life." Zealot said.  Caitlin looked into Zealot's face, their gaze locked for an awkward moment.  Zealot and Caitlin both possessed athletic, strong, yet still very sensual, voluptuous bodies.  It was a mutual asset both women seemed to acknowledge in their stare.  Zealot inched her face closer to Caitlin, her lips beginning to part.

"Caitlin!" screamed Lara, causing both women to snap to attention and distance from each other.  Lara ran into the room, diving onto the bed and hugging Caitlin tightly.  "Oh Caitlin!" she cried, tears forming in her eyes.  "Oh rubbish, I'm beginning to cry." she sighed, embarrassed at exposing weakness to Zealot.  Zealot remained stern in her facial expression and turned away.  Lara kissed Caitlin on the lips, cradling her lover's beautiful face in her hands, "I thought you weren't going to make it."

"I think we can thank Zealot here, she's a good doctor."  Caitlin said, pointing to the white haired warrior.

Zealot turned slightly at the sound of her name and nodded before turning back.  She stood up and said, "I'm glad you're alright Caitlin, I...I think I must go now.  Goodbye.  And thank you."

Caitlin gripped Zealot's wrist as the Coda took her first step.  Zealot turned and snarled in impulse, her warrior's instincts responding to the sudden shock.  Caitlin remained unphased by her growl and simply said, "Please, let me thank you."

Zealot closed her eyes and sighed.  "I apologize Caitlin, you...saved my life.  I do owe you something."

Zealot opened her robe, exposing her ripe tits to Caitlin and Lara, who gawked at them hungrily.  Caitlin submissvely allowed the white haired woman to crawl on top of her.  Zealot stroked Caitlin's red hair out of her beauitful face while her other hand roved gently over Caitlin's body.  Caitlin shivered, Zealot's touch indescribably pleasurable on her flesh.  Zealot slipped her hand under Caitlin's bra, her fingers carressing the pliant mass of flesh lovingly.  Caitlin closed her eyes, her body gyrating erotically beneath Zealot, who reached down to kiss Caitlin's pouty lips.  Lara, the sight of the two beautiful women kissing too much for her, pulled her tank top over her head to free her throbbing breasts.  Zealot slid her tongue into Caitlin's mouth, Caitlin moaned as she felt her insides being raked by the warrior's slimy muscle, their two tongues forming a passionate embrace.

Lara crawled between Caitlin's spread legs, the tall girl revelling in the attention her duet of lovers was brandishing upon her.  Lara pulled down Caitlin's panties off her slender hips, revealing the pussy she had suckled countless times before, but yet still hungered for it constantly.  Lara reached around Zealot's torso to smother the warrior's tits, Zealot leaning backwards while positioning her cunt at Caitlin's mouth, which still tasted of Zealot's kiss.  Caitlin enveloped her vulva with her lips, sucking loudly on her pink petals while shoving her tongue inside Zealot's womanhood.  Zealot shuddered, placing her hands atop Lara's on her chest to guide her fondling, while thrusting her hips against Caitlin to fuck her probing tongue.

Between Caitlin's legs, Lara sucked on Caitlin's clit while squeezing Zealot's luscious titties.  Caitlin shuddered, her body bucking beneath her dual lovers as her soft moans travelled from her throat to the pussy inside of her mouth.  Caitlin huggged Zealot's crotch tighter with her lips, her tongue jabbing in and out of her warm pussy with vigorous lust.  Zealot gasped, the bed creaking as the three lustful women humped each other.  Caitlin shivered beneath Zealot as Lara probed the redhead's womanhood, her tongue carressing the hot, slick walls of her vagina.  Caitlin closed her eyes as she slurped harder, the taste of Zealot's flesh and the sensations eminating from her pussy intoxicating her.  Lara's experience had given her skill and knowledge to pleasure Caitlin to satisfy her darkest fantasies.  Zealot began moaning rapturously, her tone and volume increasing as she felt climax building within her.  The heat built within her loins and she screamed as an immense orgasm exploded within her, followed by the intense bliss of her hot honey being drank greedily by Caitlin, her cheeks puckering from her intense suckling.  Caitlin's feast upon Zealot's cunt was not even finished when her own orgasm struck her without warning, her lips screaming in the middle of Zealot's gush of cream.  Excess cum went flying across Caitlin's face and lips as Caitlin's pussy was milked hungrily by Lara Croft.

Zealot turned around once her orgasm subsided to french Lara Croft voraciously.  Lara moaned at the intense pleasure Zealot's tongue massage inside her mouth produced.  Zealot tasted the strong, musky flavor of Caitlin's vagina inside Lara's mouth, the sticky syrup still coating the British woman's tongue.  Zealot pinched and fondled Lara's massive tits, Lara eventually leaning back to allow Zealot to suck on her hardening nipples.  The warrior flicked the nipple with her tongue, drinking the sweat from Lara's bosom with relish.  Lara held Zealot's head firmly to her chest, her tits heaving into the warrior's sucking lips.

After feeding her breasts to Zealot, Lara crawled over Caitlin to hover her dripping pussy over the redhead's mouth.  Zealot straddled over Caitlin's massive frame and leaned back, opening her cunt wide to accomodate Lara.  Lara grinded her pelvis down against Caitlin's mouth, her frame quaking with ecstacy as the redhead's slimy tongue penetrated into her womanhood.  Rivulets of fresh honey already leaked from her vulva, which was when Lara's ferocious hunger grew enough she dove upon Zealot's crotch, voraciously sucking on the warrior's sex.  Zealot gasped, the warrior caught by surprise at the immense pleasure rocking her brain.  Lara's head bobbed wildly between her legs, sending the Coda down to lie on the bed writhing with bliss.  Caitlin's long legs twitched around Zealot's head, the intense lust within the white-haired woman so great she was prompted to stroke Caitlin's cum-splattered thighs.  Zealot holding Caitlin's long legs for support, screamed as an immense orgasm ripped through her body, sending hot cream down Lara's ravenous throat.  Lara stiffened and increased the intensity of her thrusts, both against Caitlin and into Zealot, until she orgasmed, screaming out her bliss into Zealot's hot fucktunnel.  Rivers of hot cum gushed from her pussy into Caitlin's awaiting mouth, the redhead enjoying her second helping of cum since the orgy began.  Caitlin drowned in the sweet taste of the nectar, knowing this would only be one of many sweet orgasms she would drink this night.

The morning sun rose above it's sheath of clouds, illuminating the sky as it does everyday.  Lara's eyes fluttered open, her naked body stiff but warm.  Beside her laid Caitlin, her massive frame covering the entire length of the bed.  Lara smiled, and then noticed that Zealot was gone.  The burnette woman looked around the bedroom, and noticed that the door was open.  Lara quietly stepped out of bed, not wishing to awaken Caitlin, picked up her robe, and stealthily ran out.

Lara ran down the stairs to her main foyer, where she saw Zealot about to walk out the door.  Even though she knew why, Lara still wanted to speak to her.

"So what will you do now Zealot?" Lara asked meekly, still tired from Zealot's love.

"I do not know.  The Coda have grown corrupt, but yet they continue to hunt me." replied Zealot sternly, not turning around.

"Are you going to disappear?"

"No." said Zealot in a tone so dead serious that Lara almost jumped.  "I will fight them to the end.  I will reclaim my leadership of the Coda someday.  Then, I will lead them back on the path to greatness.  You two will never see me again."

"What?"  asked Lara, shock permeating her voice.  "Why?"

"Our paths only intersected for a moment.  It is time for them to diverge yet again.  I never wanted to be in this world of men.  My destiny was to be with my sisters on Coda Island."

"Oh...I..see.  Then why did you..."

"It was in gratitude.  But it was only one moment."  said Zealot as she began walking to the door.

Lara stood silently and looked at Zealot with a puzzled expression, still a bit confused as to why she must leave.  Zealot paused for a moment in the middle of the doorway, turning to face Lara.  "If it means anything to you, and Caitlin, it was a blissful moment."

Lara slowly formed a smile and waved goodbye to Zealot.  Zealot nodded and walked away, closing the door behind her.  The burnette looked out the window and watched the beautiful white-haired warrior walk, until she disappeared from view.  It was then that Lara asked herself, "Where's the Cestus?"

Epilogue

"Lara Croft was unable to retrieve the Cestus." said a thin man into a phone receiver

"Hmmph." scoffed the man on the other end.  "I was prepared for that."

"However, we were able to retrieve the energies the artifact provided.  Thanks to an ancient spell that you sent us sir.  The actual Cestus itself is nothing more than a golden garment now."

"Excellent.  Send them to me."

"Yes sir." replied the thin man before hanging up.  The thin man reached into a satchel around his waist and pulled out a glowing crystal ball the size of his palm.  With his other hand hovering over it slowly, he chanted softly beneath his breath in an ancient dialect, his fingers twitching constantly until he quickly stiffened them and the ball vanished.

THE END

Author's Note:
Well, I'll admit, the purpose of this story was because I felt a bit bad that Jashin was disappointed in my treatment of Zealot in the last Caitlin/Tomb Raider story.  Sorry, it's just that I try to please everybody.  Hope it was worth it!  Still, I've used this story as a lead-in to another upcoming story of mine.
Thanks for reading.
Bernie