Rayne wasn't exactly thrilled with the choice she had made, or with the effect of the cape in terms of concealing Starstrike from view.  But she was in a hurry... and she was more than a little distracted by the needy prong jutting out from between her legs.  If it had its way, she'd still be buried gloriously in Starstrike's delightful snatch, and the ache she now felt reminded her how much better that would be.  Instead she had to cower against the cool cask, calming her breathing as well as she could, and listening to the dwarf worker rummaging about.<br/><br/>It seemed they were in luck, and she tracked his steps one way, then back to the ladder - but then her heart sank at his voice, and the sound of the cask being lowered again.  She crept to the edge of the cask and peeked around, in time to see her cape snatched away and Starstrike plainly exposed to the understandably confused stock-dwarf.<br/><br/>Her own cock twitched at the sight, and even as she watched him retrieving a footstool and lowering his trousers, her eyes kept flicking back to Starstrike's very inviting opening.  She had no choice but to put her hand to her shaft - trying to soothe the ache, though that proved ineffective.  But the sounds and sights of the dwarf slapping against Starstrike's shapely behind, and even something about the frustration, at knowing she could and ... should? ... have been in there instead of him... that was all quite effective in another way, and without real volition her hand began to obediently stroke her quite demanding phallus.  And at the base... she could glide her fingers further back, and feel her own wetness growing.  But... no, the cock needed attention, and her fingers returned to curl around it, as her friend was taken, helplessly.<br/><br/>It wasn't nearly what she wanted... her hand was a very poor substitute for Starstrike's wet, snug passage, but the dwarf had that now, and Rayne could only watch as he satisfied himself... and satisfied Starstrike too, as the naughty oracle proved her receptiveness once again.  That pleased the dwarf, of course, and made Rayne moan softly in the back of her throat, with frustrated longing... she tightened her grip around herself, and almost felt like she could release here and now... the only thing holding her back was the dwarf stepping back, and the assurance this brought of being able to get back into Starstrike any moment.<br/><br/>She was thankful for the strength of dwarves, as the cask slowed his ascent almost not at all - and even before the trapdoor dropped back into place she was emerging from hiding, darting dick-first towards the luscious, wriggling oracle.<br/><br/>Starstrike was a mess, cunt open and oozing, and Rayne felt mixed emotions... strongest of all an urgent need to seat herself deep within her friend.  But there was a sense of injustice had having "her" fucktoy first used by some nobody-dwarf, and even marked by him, thickly.  Not that her futa-cock minded at all - wetter was all the sweeter, it seemed.  Though she could break new ground... she moaned, pressing forward to block the dripping opening with her cock-head, feeling the wonderful warmth, as the slippery stickiness squelched around her.<br/><br/>Definitely, it felt good - even if she was stuck taking turns after some lucky dwarf worker.  She sank in, very easily... then abruptly pulled back, wetly, bringing with her an impressive surge of dwarf-spunk.  She was wet enough, slick enough... she could have taken the road less travelled, surely... but Rayne was too driven, too close to her own peak - she had almost released against the cask already just from watching.  So she positioned her painfully-erect phallus at the same opening once more and sank in all the way, striking Starstrike's hips with a loud, lewd wet sound that just added to the kinkiness, and sealed Rayne's decision.  She barely managed to pull back and thrust again, scooping out more of her predecessor's seed, but she didn't have the self-control to give Starstrike the thorough pumping that would have really cleared her out for Rayne's own release.  Instead she pushed forward hard, and slapped both hands down on the trapped oracle's hips, ringingly, before bursting inside, her own seed joining the tavern-worker's in a swirling thick mass inside, and then inexorably outside as the flood squeezed out around her.<br/><br/>She trembled there, pressed as far forward as she could, until finally her climax passed, and she could sink backward.  Even so she managed a cheeky gesture - a single-fingered tap right on the little flower she had left undisturbed.  "Next time..." she panted, slowly recovering herself, and then fumbling for Starstrike's hands once more, this time to pull her out of her cozy trap.<br/><br/>At least she had her release... though dressing was a chore, and the dwarf had managed to spill some of his seed on the cape, discarded on the floor.  She'd leave that off until she had a chance to clean it... so for now it served to help clean some of her own personal mess as well.<br/><br/>Once dressed her in old gear again, and properly armed, she waited by the ladder.  "Ready to rejoin the others, Starstrike?"  She eyed her friend with some uncertainty ... this had been terribly fun, but... potentially a little disturbing too.<br/>