In honor of a half million freaking page views (thanks everyone!) I thought it only fitting to celebrate with a fun shot of my favorite heroine.

Even highly trained tomb raiders have bad days... Lara knew her day was headed quickly downhill the moment she stepped into the too-warm underground temple. Finding the artifact her buyer requested was easy, and retrieving it looked even easier. That should have tipped her off. Nothing is ever easy in her profession.

Sure enough, she was just about to leave when something squished under her booted foot. A second later, amoeba-like tentacles of flesh were winding around her legs. It was over before she could even get to her guns. Trapped and entangled, the mass of slippery appendages slowly pulled her back to the main body of the creature which had been quietly watching her. There, it stripped her of her clothing and positioned her body above one of it's many orifices. Struggle as she might, Lara was powerless to do more than watch in horror as several dozen tendrils emerged and began stroking her flower most intimately. It took only minutes before she was right on the brink of orgasm... and then it pulled back.

Confused and frustrated, the tomb raider was just able to catch her breath before the tendrils once again returned to stroke her petals, this time sliding slightly within her, causing her body to twist and shake with growing lust. But just as before, the foul creature withdrew moments before she would have peaked into orgasm. A few minutes later, it began the cycle again and Lara began to understand the true seriousness of her situation. This guardian wasn't just there to protect the artifact, but to punish any foolish enough to try and steal it. And her case, that punishment was very clear.

Having battled her way past the sharks, Lara Croft hardly even considered the odd-looking jellyfish as a threat. Even when she brushed against one on accident, she felt no sting so she thought she was safe... at least until her muscles started feeling like they were made of cement. Starting in her legs, the willful control of her body faded. In a panic, she tried to swim to safety, but only succeeded in placing herself in the very center of the jellyfish swarm before her arms slowed almost completely and she simply drifted, helpless. To her surprise, the amorphous creatures around her seemed to sense her trapped condition and began to gather closer. Suddenly she felt a number of fleshy tentacles wrap around her left leg. She wanted to pull away from the organism, but her body simply wouldn't respond. In moments, there were several more of the creatures entangling the rest of her form, and to her horror and confusion, playing with zipper of her wetsuit. She swallowed nervously as her only real protection was manipulated open clear to her crotch. She wanted to scream in fear when they first pulled the garment open, exposing her chest, but she could do little more than move her eyes as they reached in with their slippery soft tentacles and began to caress her bare skin. A fiery pleasure blossomed in her breasts as her nipples were teased to hardened points. What were the creatures doing? Surely, she thought, they couldn't be intentionally stimulating her... could they?

The question was answered for her when the first tendril slid down over her belly and under the edge of her wetsuit. A few moments later it was wiggling sensuously through her own slippery flesh and into her depths, driving her nearly insane with arousal.