Starstrike mewed in protest when Rayne pulled out, but the sounds of the arriving worker were unmistakable, and she was pliant to Rayne's rather meager attempt at covering her up. For her own part the arcane archer was completely hidden behind the bulk of the cask she chose, which couldn't be said for the lower half of the oracle-in-a-dilemma's exposed legs. At least in the darkness the cape's color didn't contrast too sharply with the brown of the wooden casks and she didn't stand out too obviously at first glance, though no promises could be made about second or third glances.<br/><br/>The dwarf descending the steps into the cellar was the same one as before. Luckily he headed for the casks on the wall opposite of where Starstrike was. Grunting as he heaved a keg of beer almost as stout and tall as he was, he turned around. Most of his field of vision was blocked by the burden he was carrying, and for a moment it seemed that he would leave without noticing anything... but at the last step, he stopped and put the barrel back down. "What the... must have drank too much tonight," the dwarf muttered to himself as he walked towards the cape half-covering Starstrike. He hesitated for a moment, than grabbed the cape and pulled it away, surprising the oracle and overcoming her grip, to reveal her lovely round ass, bent over and presented for the taking, already wet and juicy to boot.<br/><br/>Even after closing his eyes and shaking his head, when the dwarf looked again the inviting vision was still beckoning him. "Must be a hallucination or an illusion..." he gave Starstrike's butt a smack, but wisely she managed to keep herself from crying out. "Who cares, it feels real enough! Can't hurt to have some fun!" He was a bit too short to comfortably reach Starstrike's hole, but soon enough found a footstool to remedy the problem. Standing on the footstool with his trousers dropped around his ankles, he pulled out his cock - short but girthy like his kind - and lined it up with the oracle's practically dripping passage, which must have been aching with the need to be filled ever since the unwelcome interruption.<br/><br/>Gripping Starstrike's hands for leverage also ensured that she would be completely helpless, as he thrust into her all the way to the hilt in one fluid stroke filling the cellar with the bestial sound of flesh slapping against flesh.  He was thrusting away, obviously enjoying himself in the warm confines of the snatch that Rayne had been forced to vacate, while unknown to him she was forced to watch with her futa dick out in the cold, when the owner's shout carried in from above. "Where's the beer you lumbering oaf? Hurry up already!" To that the dwarf shouted back, "Coming!", and doubled his pace to achieve said phrase before he had to get back to work. Already stimulated, Starstrike climaxed hard, her body giving her away in the way her back arched and her calves tensed then trembled. The dwarf hilted himself one final time and emptied his balls into her with a loud satisfied grunt.<br/><br/>"A damn fine illusion, I'll find the wizard who cast you after my shift," he said, pulling out and pulling up his pants, admiring his handiwork - thick off-white seed slowly oozing out of her tender cunt, the occasional dollop splattering on the floor between her still-clenched toes. After a goodbye spank he picked up the cask of beer and left the cellar, whistling with contentment, leaving her and Rayne alone once more.<br/><br/>Starstrike was squirming and wiggling her butt but making little progress getting out of her predicament. "Um, a little help here?" her muffled voice called out. Sloppy seconds for Rayne, it seemed - the futanari suddenly felt an urge to clean out the oracle's ravished cunt with a ravishing of her own until her mushroom-shaped cockhead pumped all the lowly dwarf spunk out of her fucktoy's passage - unless, of course, she opted for that tight puckered pristine rosebud of an asshole just begging to be plundered.<br/>