Starstrike's mouth formed a perfect "o" too, not out of surprise like Rayne's, but filled with deliberate intent as she leaned forward and planted her moist, luscious lips around the sensitive tip of Rayne's futa cock. With one hand curled around the shaft to keep it in place, she leaned in even more, her lips brushing the surface of the swollen knob as she took it in the warm suction of her mouth. A jolt of pleasure surged up Rayne's spine as the movement caused the underside of her cockhead to rub against Starstrike's tongue. Then Starstrike began bobbing her head in earnest, her blowjob focused on the end of Rayne's meat stick while the rest of the shaft was serviced by the stroking of small slender fingers. She moved with the confidence of one who knew what she was doing, almost as if Teagan had prior experience that was being put to good use here...<br/><br/>It was a simple matter for Rayne to run her free hand through Starstrike's hair, but the feeling of being in control sent a fresh twitch down her cock. Now she could encourage that lovely mouth to move at the speed she wanted, perhaps even take in a little more of this cursed but good-feeling rod... the latter Starstrike was doing of her own accord, the shine left behind by the wetness of Starstrike's mouth when she lifted her head for a quick breath migrating lower and lower towards the base of the shaft. Those pursed lips brushed over more and more of the veiny length struggling to swell and grow beyond its limits, and the cockhead started to feel not only tongue but also the velvety throat at the back of the mouth.<br/><br/>Starstrike gagged once as she got used to the feeling of Rayne's length down her throat. There was no retreating or stepping back for Rayne, not with her butt already pressed up against a cask by this point. Starstrike's thumb and index finger curled around the base of Rayne's futa cock, its girth preventing the digits from closing the ring, and bobbed her head forward the rest of the length. For the first time Rayne felt her member being enveloped in the back of Starstrike's throat, as it made its disappearing act when lips met fingers at last. Starstrike looked up again at Rayne while in the middle of deepthroating her...<br/><br/>The magical moment lasted for a few seconds, and then Starstrike had to pull out entirely, gasping for air with her mouth empty once more. The two of them were still connected by a string of mixed saliva and pre-cum stretching between the tip of the archer's cock and the oracle's parted lips. She looked particularly pliable as she caught her breath, with her tongue peeking out of her open mouth, and Rayne realized with her hand still running through Starstrike's hair that she could call the shots... and her futa cock was getting closer to shooting uncontrollably too...