The wild rush that Rayne felt as she skullfucked her friend was more than mere physical sensation, beyond the wonderful feeling of being enveloped by Starstrike's throat. It was a rush of power that she literally held in her hands, the ability to dictate how fast, how deep, how long her fucktoy had to take her futa cock, power over the Starstrike's body as Rayne forced her to swallow her member until her gag reflexes kicked in and she made funny little muffled gurgles around the intruder in her mouth, power even over Starstrike's breathing as the throbbing prick blocked off her air, until Rayne could see the desperation, the recognition that she was at her mercy, the submission and begging for mercy in the oracle's eyes. Cumming outside was supposed to feel less good than cumming inside a tight, warm, wet (willingness optional) hole in terms of physical stimulation, but the bestial satisfaction that surged through Rayne as she splattered her partner's face with cum, marking her with thick white seed and claiming her as her own, more than made up for it.<br/><br/>"I'm fine... gimme more." Rayne needn't have worried, because Starstrike's face was lustful, hungry for more. She didn't bother removing her clothes conventionally but simply made them disappear directly from her body. Wrapping her legs around Rayne's legs Starstrike sat on her lap, balancing herself with her arms around the archer's shoulders. The folds of her sex, rubbing against the futa cock which hadn't softened a bit even after cumming, were wet and willing.