<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Futanarus interruptus</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/>Starstrike's question would normally have received a polite and complete answer from her friend, but now that was wasted breath, and time... Rayne couldn't wait to get the oracle bent over, and to get inside.  "C'mon... slut..." is all she managed, sounding incongruous in her high, melodic voice even though her impatient lust did put a bit of gravel in it.<br/><br/>Any slight misgivings Rayne might have had were entirely banished once she saw the effect her unorthodox maneuver had achieved.  The powerful Starstrike was distilled to her useful essence, so far as Rayne's cock-driven and pussy-hungry mental state was concerned.  And her mistress wasted no more time to start using her, standing tall to bring herself into position, and plunging into that very receptive tunnel.  It was different than Starstrike's mouth, more... regular along her length as she drove in, pushing her toy open - wonderfully snug yet with no real resistance from her overheated, glistening-wet sex.  Rayne's now almost painfully stiff erection, still wet itself from Starstrike's oral service, sank in to the hilt, and she gave an exultant "yess" as she felt her hips meet the trapped oracle's ass.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to develop a rhythm, smacking into Starstrike and driving her against the unyielding cask, withdrawing, then yanking her back to meet another thrust... over her own panting she could hear fucktoy's own, muffled and distant, but audibly crescendo-ing to the same peak that Rayne was nearly reaching.<br/><br/>Nearly - so nearly!  When the cruel interruption came first.  She froze at the footsteps, hoping it was nothing... but there was no escape.  No escape... and Rayne was, for all she knew, identified and with a bounty on her in this city for the little fracas at the arena.  And a dead clerk perhaps.  Her mind worked swiftly, if ungenerously, with desperation... Starstrike was not wanted (perhaps now for trespass!)... and it would take time to pull her out.  Stifling a groan, Rayne withdrew... and let go with her right hand, which snatched her cape out of inventory.  Her left brought Starstrike's captive wrist to her midline and up, pushing it just above the curve of her shapely ass as if arresting her, to indicate "stay" - and then she pressed the cape into that hand, let go, gave the cape a quick twitch to loosely cover Starstrike's legs, and scuttled away.<br/><br/>Unheroically, the arcane-archer dashed behind one of the larger casks and crouched down, trying to keep her breathing slow and low enough to be less noisy - it sounded awfully loud to her, though the creaking steps of someone's descent were louder.  Her cock strained up, accusingly, aching to feel a wet hole - any hole!  But Rayne cowered, hoping to go unnoticed - and hoping her cape of golden fur, hardly granting invisibility, might still keep Starstrike from the casual glance of a busy worker.  And that the calves and feet poking out below wouldn't draw attention, nor Starstrike's muffled breathing....