<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Futanari, and being tempted by a devil GM - I mean, by her own secret desires - I mean, by a cock with a mind of its own</div><div class="spoiler_body">Naked<br/>HP 112/128<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 4 of 7 1st, 0 of 7 2nd, 1 of 5 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 1 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 7 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 11 Holy, 3 Merciful, 1 blunt (d6)<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane)<br/></div></div><br/>She wasn't any more enthusiastic than Doggie, perhaps - the only other comparison Rayne could make with her new member - but Starstrike was at least as skillful, and there was a little extra<em>frisson</em>of it being who it was... not some unknown NPC but a player... not just any PC either, but Starstrike, her friend... and Teagan, her real friend.  That... was a shocking additional spark, and Rae-lynne could see... more and more easily see, as her arousal grew... how some might find particular pleasure in exploiting the new possibilities of EHO.<br/><br/>The sight, from above, past her own naked, bobbing breasts, was quite captivating, and she couldn't stop watching for a moment as Starstrike worked her expertly, all over the head, fingers twining around the shaft... she watched the glistening wetness spread closer and closer to the root of the futa-cock, and felt a matching wetness flooding her pussy, just behind the shaft that used to be her clit ... still was, judging by intensely it felt Starstrike's lips, and tongue!  Rayne groaned loudly, and her hand sank deeper into Starstrike's hair, moving with her - encouraging, "helping" just a little to ensure each stroke went that tiny bit further.  When Starstrike stopped to take a breath there was a little tug - quickly stopped, but noticeable to them both ... Rayne didn't want this to stop, this amazing, glorious feeling of her friend on her knees and giving excellent service.<br/><br/>The feel of being deep-throated brought another groan, along with Starstrike's nearly-controlled gag... to be so thoroughly encased, and the suction, and... the sight of Starstrike's eyes looking up at her, her hair now tousled by the hand that was curling in it ... the joyful stirring in her prick seemed to be pulling her whole body down and forward, focusing everything on the phallus, the mouth and throat around it, having Teagan like this....<br/><br/>They both panted as the oracle pulled back for breath, and Rayne's mind was still focused on the sensation, the glorious situation... she couldn't wait.  She wasn't aware of anything but the immediate need, and the means to meet that need, there in front of her, almost still touching, the glistening string of slippery wetness pointing  the way -<em>this goes here</em>.    Yes... yes it does... "Breathe" she wanted to suggest, as her hand tightened in Starstrike's hair, clutching it, pulling it taut.  But what came out was almost a growl: "Breathe!" she commanded, then pulled forward, and rocked her hips forward away from the supporting cask.  She felt strength - very purposeful strength - in her legs, her arms... she sank just to Starstrike's throat, then pulled her off again, just barely off.<br/><br/>"Breathe!"  It was a little difficult for Starstrike to comply, since the pull on her hair was sharper now... but she had a moment... the longest moment Rayne's splintering self-control could manage... and then she pulled, not jerking hard, but inexorably, pulling Starstrike back into position around her.  Rayne's other hand flew down to the base of the oracle's skull, drawing her closer and angling her face-up just a bit more so Rayne could enjoy the feel of completely sinking into her friend's throat again.  She held there, a second, two, then drew back just a little, and clamped them together once more, no more space for fingers on her shaft now as she strove to press herself firmly against Starstrike's lips, pubis to face.<br/><br/>Rayne's stare was bestial, ecstatic; she watched only the point of contact, the oracle's head position, seeing her flush, ignoring her other movements - her struggle to breathe.  "Oh, oh yess...."  it was a mindless, heedless moment... and she could feel herself seeming to swell, ready to explode down Starstrike's throat.  How good it would feel... but Rayne's eyes cleared a little, and saw the distress behind the wonderful suction... and though it didn't feel any less wonderful for that, she managed to pull her hips back.  Still her hands gripped tight, but they held Starstrike just before her, now, cock-head just barely clear of her lips, as she started to burst.  Her futa-cock twitched and jumped as it pulsed, as if trying to find its way back in... but that just caused the jets of cum to criss-cross every which was over Starstrike's captive face... much in her gasping, gaping mouth, but striping over lips to either side, coating her chin and cheeks, and up higher as the cock bounced freely and Rayne sagged against the cask once more.<br/><br/>Her arm strength went first, then finally her grip loosened... and her eyes which had been staring without exactly seeing now suddenly shifted, focused, and centred on Starstrike.<br/><br/>"Oh!  Oh my god... I... I don't know what..."  Rayne dropped to her own knees, straddling Starstrike's.  Her friend's face was a mess, deeply red but lined with pearly-white.  Rayne felt a wonderful, satisfied glow - she couldn't shake it - but she was concerned for her friend, and stunned at her own behaviour.  "Are you... are you OK?  I'm so sorry, I just... oh, wow, I just..."<br/>