Lara Croft gets snagged by another slimy creature that likes to play with it's food. Trapped, stripped and held helpless, the tomb raider finds herself at the mercy of this very stimulating polymorphic cave dweller. This is a quick colored sketch.

In the realm of the Fae, the naiades rule the seas. Unlike the mermaids of legend, it is neither forbidden, nor unusual for a naiad to find human lovers, though the experience has taken the life of many a seaman as they are dragged to the depths in coils of bliss.

Tomb Raider Rule #372 - If a route seems too good to be true, then it's almost certainly a trap.

Having forgotten one of her own rules, Miss Croft reaches desperately for the aid of her Sherpa.

The tentacles don't always get the girl...

Just a quick one for the weekend. Damn, hands are hard to draw holding guns... I still screwed up the perspective. Oh well.

Growing up, Kaylee could never convince her parents that she really did have a monster under her bed. Now, in college, she could care less what her parents thought. She likes the monster under her bed, and it likes her... Every single night.

Camille had been warned by the women of the village to stay away from the sacred island as it was off-limits to non-natives. But the idea of lounging alone on an untouched beach was just too tempting. In retrospect, she probably should have listened to the warnings. Most folk tales about monsters are usually founded, at least in part, on fact. And in this case, the stories of the strange sexual predators was turning out to be much more factual than Camille could ever have imagined.

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Having averted a more disastrous tumble by sliding down the side of a cave wall, Lara Croft finds herself frustratingly trapped in some kind of sticky muck at the bottom. To make matters worse, the local animal life turns out to be a bit more intelligent, and more friendly... than she expected.