Starstrike was pleasantly pliable to multiple orgasms, her insatiable pussy milking Rayne's load with a second climax no less enthusiastic than the first. The oracle was dazed and weak at the knees when she was finally pulled free, her breasts heaving with each heavy pant for air, nipples swollen and sore from all the rubbing against the wood they had to endure.<br/><br/>"Mmm.... yeah, let's not keep the others waiting. I, uh... I admit I liked it..." Starstrike said as she caught her breath, with all the awkwardness of admitting that she enjoyed being railed by her friend's futa cock. She too materialized her clothing and dressed herself, starting with panties which appeared around her thighs, trapping the last bit of Rayne's seed that hadn't spilled to the ground inside her passage when she pulled the fabric taut against her crotch.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/Starstrike-after_zpsiggenfst.png)</div></div><br/><br/>It was only after the fully redressed and rearmed pair had left the tavern that the oracle suddenly stopped and facepalmed with a "D'oh!", like she had just remembered something. "I got too carried away, I forgot to try to<em>remove curse</em>after you came... I guess we'll just have to try again another time, huh?" She gave Rayne a part bashful, part sly smile.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Captain Zurora, this is Rayne, and this is Starstrike. Rayne, Starstrike, this is Captain Zurora," Youmu made the introductions at the docks.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/dark_elf_by_aurora_stylus-d4i4mqh_zpsnyirgkmj.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>Captain Zurora was the drow captain and owner of<em>Xiliphon</em>, a vessel shaped like a giant squid complete with long tentacles of twisted metal cables that trailed behind her stern. She flashed a poisonous glare at Sylvia and then her glance flicked over Rayne's pointed ears. "Pah, you didn't mention there'd be<em>another</em>dirty elf coming along," she spat into the water over the side of the pier. "But gold is gold, and I need someone to man the mage-cannon. You there," she spoke to Rayne, "your friends say you're an arcane caster. You can't man the mage-cannon without magic, so I need you to prove it and show me your best spell right now."