<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Futanari, toying with the D side of D&amp;S</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/>Rayne had felt some little sliver of this sensation when she was doing well in the past - downing foes with arrows fired from a distance with impunity, for instance.  But that feeling of power, life-and-death though it was, was as nothing compared to what she revelled in now; she controlled Starstrike so much more intimately.  That, and she could use her friend for her own needs... her own pleasure - the oracle, her friend, was a sleeve, an opening - wonderfully wet and snug - seemingly made to fit around Rayne's member.  Or if not to fit exactly, with a little harder push and stretch she could still get in, and luxuriate in the desperate working and spasming of Starstrike's throat as Rayne's head lodged deeper within, and as Starstrike's mouth helplessly, wonderfully engulfed the rest of Rayne's shaft.<br/><br/>And Starstrike's surrender... she acknowledged, though silently, that Rayne was in control, and pleaded with her eyes for Rayne's mercy, to be allowed to breathe... what more control could one person have over another?  Except maybe to be allowed to cum... but no matter, this sensation, this submission by her friend, pushed Rayne over her own edge, though she managed to show that mercy in the end.  Mercy... or perhaps her cock was just teaching her how to own another, how to visibly mark her fucktoy with her seed.  Starstrike was a gorgeous mess, and her hunger to be used further spoke straight to Rayne's heart - and to her cock, which now hungered just as much as ever.<br/><br/>That wet sex, hot against the straining, saliva-shiny prick, drove any other thoughts from Rayne's mind.  She was in control of her fucktoy... but not in control of herself, as she<em>had</em>to have this slut's pussy.  She could lift Starstrike a little, and settle her down again... but she wanted more movement, to push hard against her, into her, in a way that couldn't be accomplished on her knees.  She began to rise, to lift Starstrike... but Rayne's strength wasn't great enough to make that practical.  It didn't matter - a row of smaller casks spoke to her clearly.<br/><br/>She set a hand on the oracle's chest, right between her breasts, and pushed her back, fairly hard, so Rayne could stand.  Then it was a simple matter to grab a handful of hair again, and fairly stride - half dragging and half leading her wet, moaning toy to the casks in question.  Yes, just the right height - though there was a second row mounted above the first, which didn't leave too much extra space between them.  Enough, though, for Starstrike and a little extra for movement... Rayne turned and lifted, hand still in hair, to raise her friend's head up, shuffled a little to get her properly on her feet but bent over, then pushed her over the lower cask.  Much of Starstrike's hair, released, fell forward into her slick face, but that wasn't Rayne's concern... she pressed the oracle's ass forward until she came up against the end of the cask.<br/><br/>In a moment Rayne was behind her, and barely a moment later she felt her head pushing apart slippery wet folds, and pressing into her fucktoy's love-channel.  Rayne didn't stop until she seated home, fully - yes, the casks were mounted securely, and nothing would stop her from pressing as hard as she willed.  She drew back, slowly, then jerked forward with a victorious sigh, ending in the wet slap of thighs against hips.  She paused there, struck by the sound... and used a flat hand to smack once across Starstrike's inviting buttocks.<br/><br/>Rayne grinned, a strangely dark grin on her normally sweet face... then she reached forward and grabbed Starstrike's wrists, pulling her arms back out of the recess between casks, so she could begin in earnest.  And she did, pulling back and slamming forward, using Starstrike's arms to pull her ass out a little distance to better meet Rayne's thrusting hips, then letting the momentum bounce Starstrike forward against the cask's end.  It would be better to see all her friend's naked body, to see her hair plastered to her... but there was also a strange power in the way the upper cask concealed much of the oracle, rendering her just a sweet pussy for the using... and an ass too, should one so desire.<br/><br/>It would be darker for Starstrike too, to let her concentrate... and the movement against the cask's surface would be working her breasts up and down with each stroke - though the wood was mercifully smooth.  Rayne wasn't trying to cause pain - though there certainly might be some discomfort here and there.  But what she really wanted was to keep enjoying this great fuck-toy bouncing back and forth on her cock.  She wouldn't be able to keep it up too long... panting, Rayne felt her peak approaching, and sped up a little, increasing the force as well as she was able.<br/>