Lara Croft Tickle Novels & Stories

Just as Lara left, Tigris came to Frank, "Mr. Frankton, don't you notice something strange?" "What?" Frank frowned. "Thieves again?" "No!" Tigris was chuckling in exasperation. "Lara was so sweet to you, but now she's just as formal as ever. She's obviously jealous, so you gotta treat them all equally—don't leave one all by herself!" Frank gave him a good kick in the rear, snorting, "Just pack up already, or I'm docking your pay!" Tigris was chuckling even as he clutched his rear and ran.

‘I'll show you what tickles,' Clare told him, a devilish glint in her eyes. She threw the brush down on to the floor and clambered on to the couch so that she was balancing precariously at its end. Where the brush had left off, she picked up with her tongue, circling the bone of his ankle before attempting to find the least hairy path up his shin to his thigh.

“You’re insufferable.” I wiggled my fingers at her threateningly. “Uh-oh. I think I feel a tickle attack coming.” Her face dropped. “Don’t you dare—” Too late. I lunged, fingers digging into her sides. She squealed, twisting away, laughing helplessly. “Stop! Scarlett, stop!” I tackled her onto the bed, both of us rolling and laughing so hard the sheets tangled around our legs. She tried to fight me off, but I knew her weak spots, and soon she was breathless, gasping between giggles.

Lara's Ingenious Plan to Entice Rachna . Lara acknowledged his query with a subtle nod. She picked up her glass of lemon juice, the condensation beading on its surface, and took a slow, deliberate sip. "Well," she began, her voice even and measured, "I believe the most effective way to capture Rachna's interest would be to orchestrate a high-profile event. Something grand and memorable – perhaps an exclusive air show, a groundbreaking aviation seminar, or even a series of engaging workshops showcasing the latest advancements in aeronautics."

Lara's tits pressed against the frame, nipples scraping wood, her ass and pussy presented vulnerably. The teasing started slowly and torturously. The domme picked up a feather tickler from a nearby table, soft plumes on a long handle, and trailed it over Lara's oversensitive skin. First her nipples, circling the hard peaks until Lara whimpered and squirmed, the light touch electric after all the rough use. Then down her sides, over her ribs, making her giggle turn to gasps. Finally, between her legs, the feathers brushing her swollen clit, flicking lightly over her dripping folds and leaking holes. Lara bucked against the restraints, moaning loudly, the sensation maddeningly gentle yet build

She remembered that she forgot to ask what happened and quietly went to get their usual coco. She extended the coffee mug. “I am not talking.” Dana pursed her lips. ‘How shameless was she? How could she ever tell anyone? This would be the one thing she would probably take to her grave.’ Lara snuggled next to her and started tickling. “Ah…. Ha…. ha….ha…. Stop…. Stop….” Lara tickled mercilessly with an evil smile. “Let me check if there are any marks.” She pretended to move Dana’s dress as she tickled.

She pondered. A tiny rat circles the bucket of food. It jumps to the top of the bucket and fails, but continues to try until it reaches the top. Lara's hand falls over the poor rat once she reaches the top. "You filthy little rat! Do you want me to consume you? " She snarls and hurls the rat against the wall, and it limps to the small hole beneath the door. Lara crawls to follow the rat's trails and digs a small hole to make it bigger. She visualizes herself as a rat crawling beneath the door.

Back to Lucky's flashback: Lucky's POV: When I tell you I couldn't wait to slap the shit outta that fake Tomb Raider bitch I mean that shit. But I probably won't get the chance because it has been nine minutes and she still hadn't cracked the safe. She had been using everything in her bag of tricks to open the safe. She now had all kinds of wires attached to the locking mechanism and tapping the keys like her life depended on it. “You have thirty seconds left.” The assistant said, as held up the timer. The fake Tomb Raider started typing even faster on her laptop, she was foused her eyes were so serious I could almost admire her determination, but I hate that bitch. All of a sudden the safe

Lara complied and knelt on her knees, placing her hands flat against the cool tile floor. With a swift movement, Travis pulled his pants off, leaving him standing in front of her in nothing but his boxers. Her gaze traveled to where his cock was now poking out of his boxers. Lara felt her mouth water as she realized she wouldn't be able to touch that without being wet. She wondered if he would taste salty too. Just as she began imagining things, Travis grabbed her jaw and lifted it, forcing eye contact with him. "Suck." Lara swallowed nervously and hesitantly brought her mouth closer to his cóck. She hesitated momentarily as she ran her tongue over his length before she took it into her mout

She was up to something. "Ready for a tickle attack?" I gasped, my eyes squinted at her. "Don't. You. Dare." She shrugged. "Too late!" Before I could try to escape her torture, she grabbed my arm, tickled me so bad. "Oh my gosh! I'm gonna pee on my body! Stop, Vicki!" I cried. She laughed hard, completely ignoring my cry. Well, this was so much fun. I liked it. At least, it was going to make my night.