Chapter 3: On the precipice

“So you don’t remember anything after getting your head cut off?” asked Sam as they walked through the corridor.

“Nothing. I recall seeing the blade approaching and feeling it enter my neck, but the very next thing I remember is waking up.”

“Weird. Not to be morbid or anything, but I would’ve expected that your brain would have had a least a couple of seconds of consciousness left before actually dying… or, I don’t know, reincarnating, I guess?”

“Maybe it’s a side effect of the magic, or whatever it is,” suggested the British woman.

“You mean the curse.”

“We’re *not* calling it a curse.”

“Maybe you’re not, but I am. This is totally a curse.”

“Whatever you insist on calling it, there’s no such thing as–”

The only warning the two girls had was a brief rumbling sound, but they were too distracted by their argument to jump out of the way of the large rectangular block that fell out of the ceiling. Lara ducked instinctively, which was the only thing that prevented her from getting crushed like a can of beer. Instead, the stone crashing into her back sent her sprawling to the floor. The block landed on her torso, destroying everything between her hips and her neck and cutting her off mid-sentence. Her legs twitched briefly before falling still.

Sam had her hand raised to her mouth in silent shock, having avoided death by mere inches. She knelt down by Lara’s head to see if her friend was somehow still alive, but there was no movement, the eyes staring at nothing.

The young woman took some time to steady herself. The fact that she had already see Lara die today didn’t make the shock any less powerful. Sam focused on her breathing, trying not to hyperventilate. She closed her eyes, counted to three, then opened them again.

“Fuck,” she said to herself, staring at her lifeless girlfriend’s face, before looking down. There was blood splattered around the edges of the block, but most of the no-doubt gruesome damage was hidden from view. There was enough room to navigate around the block, and Sam knelt down by the lower half which had by now stopped twitching. Lara’s long legs and shorts were entirely untouched.

Sam paused. They had walked for about five or ten minutes – she had still been a little shook up from nerves and excitement from what she had dared to do with Lara’s corpse the last time. The asian girl looked down, then up again, at the tunnel which turned left. She’d hear footsteps when Lara came back. If she was jogging back, that would still give her five or so minutes…

Sam swallowed.

‘Oh, hell, I’ve already fisted a dead body today. In for a penny…’

With that, she quickly turned around and started to shimmy Lara’s shorts down her legs once more, until she was bare. Her pussy was still perfectly intact. Making sure she was absolutely alone for now, Sam got down on all fours and spread Lara’s legs. Or her former legs, rather.

She licked her fingers and slid them across Lara’s sex, feeling her girlfriend’s pussy lips rub glide along her digits. They certainly didn’t feel dead; everything was still warm and even slightly moist, presumably with sweat. The inside of the tomb was only slightly less sweltering than the weather outside. She curled her middle finger, slipping it into the familiar folds and swirling it around in slow circles. She pulled her finger back out and popped it into her mouth, savoring the juices.

‘Tasty as always,’ she thought.

This, however, she could do at any time. While she preferred Lara’s pussy to be attached to the rest of her, she might as well take advantage of the fact that it wasn’t. She slurped her other fingers into her mouth as well, coating them with a generous layer of spit before pressing them against the entrance to the other woman’s cunt. Her fingertips pushed inside one by one, followed by the rest of her fingers. She had to increase the pressure to get her knuckles inside, but once she had passed the widest part of her hand the rest followed suit fairly easily, leaving her embedded up to the wrist. One of these days she would have to try to convince Lara to finally allow her to do this for real. For now, however, this would have to do.

She tilted her head, listening for any footsteps, but aside from her own breathing everything was as quiet as the grave – which was appropriate enough, she supposed. Wasting no time, she started fisting Lara’s lower half for real, not wanting to waste this opportunity.

The noise of her fist pushing in and out of Lara’s hole was almost embarassing, but seeing as no one was around it Sam let herself enjoy it. It was to her ears an ode to her own depravity, hidden to even herself until now. She leaned down and found that magic nub of flesh she so enjoyed, biting at it with her teeth, rougher than she ever had before.

“Oh Lara, you’re so dirty when you’re dead, you know?” Sam whispered, and she could feel her heart beating with excitement at what she was doing. This was so much more intense than she had ever felt before. Her free hand reached down and felt some arse. Hmm, in this position there wasn’t much she could do with that.

As she thought about that, her fist hit something hard. Sam looked down, her eyes moving to the boulder that had crushed her girlfriend’s torso. She moved the hand inside Lara’s body, feeling it whack against solid rock. It actually made her laugh a little. How strange. Sam withdrew her hand, and smiled broadly at the huge gape that she caused before the dead pussy sprang back into shape. Then she put her hands on Lara’s hips – or what was left of them – and pulled them back away from the boulder…

The block’s hadn’t just crushed Lara’s midsection: its giant weight and almost perfectly straight sides had acted more like a guillotine, cleanly cutting through the British woman’s torso. Only the skin of her belly had still been attached to the flattened part underneath the stone, but it was so thin that it tore through as soon as Sam had pulled Lara’s lower half by an inch or so. Disconnect pieces of intestine fell out of the now open top, at which Sam wrinkled her nose. She gave the hips a good shake, causing a small pile of guts to spill out. Once she thought she’d gotten everything, she pulled the legs away to get a better look at the inside of her girlfriend. The inside was now mostly empty, save for a couple of vertebrae of her spine, a short section of intestines that was attached to her asshole, and, more interestingly, Lara’s sex organs; Sam could see the vagina, the womb, Lara’s two dangling ovaries and even her bladder.

While she had seen her hand disappear into several pussies from the outside, she had never seen what that would look like on the inside. Given that this was probably going to be her only chance ever, she might as well satisfy her curiosity, right? A quick listen revealed no approaching footsteps yet, so she pressed her fingers together again and smoothly slid them back into her girlfriend’s folds, watching in fascination as they caused a growing bulge in the tube of Lara’s vagina.

The bulge grew in size and depth as Sam’s hand moved further inside- one of the advantages to this… activity was that her partner didn’t find it uncomfortable when she went so deep, so quickly. As she tried to shove her hand through the cervix of this bisected corpse, Sam thought about why she didn’t consider this necrophilia. Technically, maybe, but this wasn’t really in the spirit of that, right? After all, you don’t commit necrophilia on someone and then have a pleasant chat with them afterwards. Really, this English piece of meat wasn’t strictly Lara at all, given that Lara would be reappearing any moment now. This was more like masturbating with a very elaborate sex toy; that was what Sam told herself, and she was sticking by it.

She cooed as her fist entered the uterus, the little pink thing growing before her eyes. When Sam flexed her fingers, she saw each digit move individually. It made those interesting little white bits move about. She leaned in closer , touching the smooth walls of the womb and fist-bumping herself. The ovaries were so very squeezable, and as Sam rolled them around around with her fingers, she wondered what Lara would do if she’d been able to feel it…

Just as she was starting to really get into that fantasy, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Shit! Why hadn’t she been paying more attention? She pulled her hand out of the tomb raider’s cunt like it was on fire, which, due to the tight grip Lara’s cervix had on her wrist, pulled it right along, turning Lara’s vagina completely inside out.

This was not what she needed right now. She frantically prodded the prolapse back between the other girl’s labia until the pink walls were barely visible.

‘It’ll have to do,’ she thought. ‘Now: pants, pants, where did I put her damn pa– ah.’

She leaned over and grabbed the brown shorts, shoved Lara’s feet through the two holes and roughly hiked it up her legs. When she had pulled the up around Lara’s hips, she quickly closed the button and did up the zipper before dragging her friend’s lower body along the ground in one smooth motion, trying to scoop up as many of the intestines as she could until it once more rested against the block. Some of the lengths of intestines spilled out around the sides, but Sam hoped Lara would attribute that to the block instead of to her. No sooner had she stood up and turned around than Lara rounded the corner.

“Hey,” she said with a smile. “I’m back. Did you miss me?”

“Always,” smiled Sam. She ran over to her girlfriend and gave her a peck on the lips while wrapping Lara in a big hug.

“Good, because it looks like you’re stuck with me for a while. Normal couples have the whole ‘til death do us part’ thing, but it looks like even that won’t save you now.”

Sam chuckled as she held her girlfriend crushed in her bear hug. Feeling her arms pressed against the skin of Lara’s back, she realized the woman she was hugging was completely naked. Still feeling horny from before, she let her hands slowly drop to her girlfriend’s butt before squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands.

“Hah, you really did miss me, huh?” said Lara, making no effort to stop Sam. She instead placed a hand on her lovers chest, and gasped.

“Sam, your heart is racing!” she said, sounding genuinely concerned.

‘Oh, if only you knew why…’ thought Sam.

“Ah, well, it is kinda stressfull watching you die, Lara,” she replied, not unreasonably. “I tried to talk to you after that boulder came crashing down, but you just… went, right there in front of me.”

“I can barely remember, to be honest. It all happened so fast,” confessed Lara. “Last thing I remember was talking about the… not curse.”

“Hah. Ah…” Sam’s hand left Lara’s ass, and instead held the hand on her chest. “This is all so fucked up.”

“Oh, Sam, it’s okay. I’m here, see? Your Lara.”

“I know, I know…”

Sam wondered if she should have been an actress rather than an archeologist, because she was doing a damn fine job not letting on how insanely fucking turned on she was. She looked down at the shorts on the old Lara body.

“Hey, let me get you your clothes back.”

“Oh, I can get that–”

“Hey, you just died, let me do some work, okay?” insisted Sam, kneeling down by the bisected half and getting to work peeling those shorts off.

She knelt down, undid the button and the zipper she had closed so hastily barely a minute ago and tugged the shorts down Lara’s shapely ass. She had them almost down to the knees when she registered something pink at the edge of her vision. Sam cast her eyes upward a little and froze when she saw that Lara’s prolapse had spilled out of her cunt again. She grimaced. Any second now, Lara was going to ask the obvious question…

“Sam? What are you waiting for?”

Sam looked over her shoulder at the waiting naked woman, back at the corpse’s crotch, then back to Lara. Due to where Lara was standing, Sam’s back blocked her view of the incriminating pink mass.

“Uh, nothing. Just got distracted for a sec. Hold on.”

She couldn’t very well push it back in now that Lara was watching, so she slowly walked backwards as she pulled the shorts all the way down the legs and over the feet, slowly standing up more and more as she did so to keep the view blocked.

“Here you go,” she said, extending the hand holding the shorts as far towards her girlfriend as she could so that Lara wouldn’t have to come closer.

“Thanks, hon,” said Lara, and thankfully turned around to pull on her shorts.

Sam took the opportunity to take a few steps back until she felt the heel of her shoe connect with the corpse’s groin. Putting her foot flat on the floor, she tried to push the prolapse back in with the back of her shoe.

‘Come one, come on,’ she thought, but she was having no luck. Seeing Lara start to move, she stepped down onto the protruding vagina, squishing it beneath her shoe.

As Lara walked towards her, she could feel her heartbeat accelerating like a Ferrari.

“Don’t want to leave these behind, now do I?” asked Lara as she squatted down at the corpses feet and started undoing the laces of her boots.

Sam gulped. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

She stood there, trapped in place for what felt like hours as her girlfriend pulled off the boots, put them on her own feet and tied up the laces once more.

Sam had to stop herself from breathing a sigh of relief when she stood up and said “Guess I’m going to have to go without my shirt or backpack, huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t think we’re going to be able to lift this thing,” said Sam, turning to look down at the block while keeping her foot firmly in place.

“Think you can handle me topless without getting distracted?” asked Lara with a wink.

“No promises,” laughed Sam. “Lead the way, my little coalmine canary.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?”

“Sure, I guess, but that doesn’t mean you have to say it like that.”

“Okay fine, you’re not a canary. Clearly, you’re a booby.”

Lara rolled her eyes.

“Remind me again why I like you?”

“Or a tit,” said Sam, now on a roll.

The British woman shook her head in resignation and started walking down the corridor.

Once Sam was sure she wasn’t going to stop, she lifted her heel. The tread of her shoe was clearly outlined in the delicate flesh. She grabbed it, yammed it back in as hard as she could and pushed the corpse’s legs together to keep it in place before running after the other woman.

The tomb path started to slope downhill as the two girls moved deeper inside. Sam was half expecting a huge boulder to start chasing them down the slope, but whoever had built this deathtrap-laden place was obviously not a fan of Indiana Jones. Either that or they had just managed to avoid setting off a trap for once.

The air grow heavier somehow, and the darkness thicker. Lara walked in front, watching carefully as she went. Sam had to admit, a horrible part of her was rather hoping something would happen.

‘Oh man, I wonder if I’ll need to talk to a shrink after this,’ she thought to herself, the feelings of lust and shame intermingling in her chest.

“Oh, hey, look,” said Lara suddenly, pointing. Before them, a large golden door loomed. Above it was a scornful looking female face, mouth wide as if mid-speech. “Looks important.”

“I’m not sure I like the way she’s looking at us.”

“Agreed. Stand back, let me see if anything happens if I try to open the door,” volunteered the topless brunette.

Sam couldn’t help but smile at this.

“Hah. You’ve grown bold.”

“What can I say, make the best out of what you have. In this case, immortality.”

“Well, I won’t stop you,” smiled Sam, truthfullly, as Lara turned and faced the ominous door.

“Hm, that’s strange,” she said, “these are Egyptian hieroglyphics. What are those doing in a Puntian tomb? Let’s see… this section here describes a trade expedition led by queen Hatshepsut… a meeting with king Parahu…ah, this entire door must have been a gift they brought on that expedition, which means it’s from the… 15th century BC, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable when you get all nerdy?”

“Well, yes, in fact; you have. And I’ll have you know that this is not nerdy.”

“Says the girl who has a mini-orgasm every time she finds something predating the alphabet.”

“Oh, you’re just jealous.”

“Of course; I’m supposed to be the one giving you orgasms.”

“As if you don’t.”

“And don’t you forget it,” said Sam. “And there’s nothing mini about them, either.”

“And I’m very grateful for it,” chuckled Lara, “but right now I need to focus on this door for a sec, or we’re going to be here forever… or at least I am, given my newfound immortality. Right… here it says that the Egyptians offer this door as a sign of the favor of the gods, and that to open it you must enter the name of the god of the sun. Ah, the door must opened by a password.”

Beneath the inscription were several rows of buttons, each one carrying one of the pictograms of the Egyptian hieroglyphic alphabet.

“This is easy,” said Lara, “the sun god is Amun-Ra.”

She located the button carrying an image of a vulture, signifying the ‘A’ sound, and pressed it. A brief foomph was the girls’ only warning as a jet of flame shot out of the mouth and straight onto Lara. Her shorts and shoes caught fire instantly.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” screamed Lara as she tried to rip open the button of her pants despite the burns the flames were causing on her hands, while trying to pull her feet out of her burning shoes.

But the flames were too hot, turning the fabric into blackening wrecks after mere seconds. Sam watched from the sidelines, horrified by the scream she had heard as her girlfriend tried to pull her shorts down. Lara only succeeded in pulling down charred skin and melted flesh along with it. For a second she held that almost comical pose of having her bare arse pointing up as her form turned black. She even managed to make eye-contact with Sam, the scream seemingly dying in her throat as the flames reached her hair.

Then her head was set fully alight, her face disappearing behind the golden light, and she collapsed face-first onto the ground in a burning heap. She did not move, the flames continuing to crackle and burn like Lara was a bonfire on Guy Fawkes night. Sam found herself staring passively, and then something awful hit her: she wasn’t utterly traumatized by this. Probably because she knew that somewhere behind her, Lara was waking up whole and refreshed and no doubt feeling very silly.

In the meantime, she carefully walked over to the burning body, her nose wrinkling at the smell – like overcooked bacon, with a side of burning hair and something else that smelled very unpleasant indeed. Leaving it to burn right now, Sam considered making a start on the puzzle, to impress the tomb raider when she returned. But the lingering smell reminded her not to take that chance. Best to wait for Lara to come back to talk it over first, yes…

“The worst part is, there’s not even a hot body left behind while I wait,” the young archeologist muttered to herself, before letting out a nervous giggle over what she’d just said. “Haha. Hot. I guess she is kinda hot, just not in the way I want her to be! I should tell Lara that when she gets back.”

Sam turned to stare at the hallway from before.

“…Which will be… a while. Hmmm…”

Well, she still had very recent memories to think about. She sat down by the wall and slid a hand under her own panties, settling in for now.

Her fingers, which still had some of the dried juices of Lara’s pussy on them if you looked close enough - thankfully Lara hadn’t - now explored the familiar folds of her own depths. She closed her eyes, picturing her girlfriend’s exposed reproductive organs as they were stretched by her own hand. She could feel herself grow wetter as she stroked the inside of her vagina, and it only took a few minutes before she whimpered and her body convulsed in a shuddering orgasm. She saw the fabric of her pants darken, but given the temperature she could just write it off as sweat.

She sat there waiting for several minutes when her stomach rumbled. The smell of cooked meat coming off her dead girlfriend was reminding her that it had been a while since she last ate, and she was feeling rather peckish. Some bacon wouldn’t go amiss right now…

Sam eyed the crispy body next to her, then quickly turned her gaze away. No, that would be too weird; fucking her dead lover was one thing, but eating her? That was something for freaks. And movies starring Anthony Hopkins. Admittedly, many people would say the same thing about the sort-of-necrophiliac acts she’d performed today. Her glance drifted sideways again. Maybe just a nibble.

having learned her lesson, she pushed the corpse onto its back. This time there was not a stitch on the body worth saving, so all she’d have to do would be to turn the body over and Lara would never know.

She cast her eyes over the brunette’s burned skin, which ranged from charcoal-black to only mildly singed. While she might have like to eat Lara’s pussy in a more literal sense, she had no intention of eating the charred remains of her shorts. Instead, she selected a nicely browned patch of meat halfway down her thighs. Lacking a knife, let alone a fork, she leaned in and sank her teeth into her friend’s leg, biting down as juices rand down her chin. Keeping the leg in place with her hands, she pulled her head back and tore loose a small morsel, which she chewed thoughtfully. It was a little under cooked and could use a bit of salt, but it wasn’t the worst piece of meat she’d ever eaten. Perhaps another part of her would taste better…

She looked further up. The chest was mostly ruined, the boobs having sadly been fried down from their usual pleasant size. But the ribs beneath…Sam kneeled down, scrapping some loose skin and fat away to reveal what looked just like a proper cooked rack of ribs, glazed with melted boobs. Sam wouldn’t be able to crack it off, obviously, so she settled for chewing the meat off the bone like a dog. Maybe it was the rib-meat, or her getting used to the taste, but this was even better than the thigh!

“Not bad…” she announced to herself as she stood up, looking over the burned corpse for any more bits to ear. The head was a total write off, just a red and black skull really. She briefly considered caving the skull in with a rock or something to feast on the insides, but that would probably look a little obvious– oh shit, footsteps! Sam quickly nudged the body back over with her foot and turned around, wiping her face clean with her hand just in case. Lara appeared, panting gently, clearly having been hurrying back.

“Lara, you’re back!”

“Yeah, huff, but knowing I got a puzzle wrong really… really annoyed me. Let’s try that again, yes?”

“Wow, you’re all fired up, huh?”

“Oh, ha ha. I’ll have you know that getting barbecued is not as fun as it might seem. I have some vague memories of the first few seconds, and they were not pleasant. Fortunately they cut out before the worst of it - at least what I assume was the worst.”

“Yeah, let’s try to avoid the flamethrowers this time,” said Sam with a smile, letting her eyes roam down her girlfriend’s body, “you’re plenty hot already.”

Lara looked down and blushed. She’d actually forgotten she wasn’t wearing anything; waking up butt-naked was quickly becoming the new normal.

“I don’t suppose any of my clothes survived the fire?”

“Not a stitch. Anything that didn’t burn completely is now charcoal. Looks like you’re going *au naturel* from now on.”

The brunette watched as Sam slowly strode over to her, almost looking like a tiger stalking its prey.

“Which suits me just fine,” said the Asian girl as she came to a halt barely two inches from Lara, invading her personal space.

The tomb raider gasped as she felt two hands grab her ass cheeks, but her gasp was quickly muffled by their mouths crashing together in an open-mouthed kiss.

“Because that means…” breathed Sam before locking lips again, their tongues dueling for control, “there’s nothing to get in the way…”

She let her hands roam all over Lara’s body, grabbing a boob here, tracing an elegant curve there.

“…of doing this,” she finished as she slipped four fingers into her girlfriend’s sex.

Lara mewled in pleasure, grinding her crotch against the invaders. She gave the most adorable little cries of desperation. Sam was more than happy to oblige her, and with a little twist of her hand she plunged in her thumb as well. After barely a couple of thrusts Lara’s legs started to wobble, and she grabbed Sam’s shoulders to keep from falling over as her arousal splashed across the girl’s fingers.

They remained standing in that position for a minute or so, panting as they slowly regained their breath.

“Wow… that was…” stammered Lara.

“Yeah, you should not wear clothes more often,” smiled Sam.

“If you make me cum like that every time, I just might,” said the brunette, winking.

“Oh, I guarantee I will. But for now… off you go.”

The sound of Sam’s hand smacking Lara’s ass reverberated around the room as if a gunshot had gone off. Lara stared at her friend, her mouth hanging open in a mix of shock and indignation.

Sam gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go on,” she said, “go do that tomb-raiding thing that you do so well.”

Lara looked over her shoulder all the way to do the door, giving Sam an ‘I’m going to get you back for that’ expression. Turning her attention back to the puzzle, she slipped back into archeologist mode.

“What did I do wrong? The text is asking for the sun god, and the sun god in the Egyptian pantheon is Amun-Ra, which I ente–”

She smacked her forehead.

“Except Amun-Ra is an amalgamation of the gods Amun and Ra, which got combined somewhere during the 18th dynasty, right around Hatshepsut’s reign. These doors must have been made before then. Which means the answer is just Ra.”

Eyeing the mouth above the door like a hawk, prepared to jump out of the way at the first sign of trouble, she located the button with the mouth-like shape on it that was the Egyptian ‘R’.

She pushed it.

Everything remained quiet. There was no fiery death from above, which was promising. She pressed the vulture. There was a deep rumbling noise. Lara didn’t hesitate a second and dove out of the way, landing sprawled on the stone floor. Several seconds passed. She wasn’t on fire yet. She hazarded to look up, which was a mistake. She was greeted with the sight of Sam doubled over in laughter, struggling to take gasping breaths of air. Lara looked behind her. The stone doors, which by now had swung open completely, stopped against the walls with a thud. Annoyed, she got to her feet. This door was really beginning to piss her off.

“Oh my god,” wheezed Sam, “the look on your face–”

“Not. A word,” bit the tomb raider. She turned on her heels and marched off resolutely down the new corridor, followed at some distance by Sam, who was still trying to compose herself.