OOC: 3 1's in a row. Daaamn.<br/><br/>As the witch girl's new muscles twitched and moved as she left her tile it was clear that her small running start was not enough, when she landed on her tile, a black one she fell. Her legs spread apart as she tried to balance herself and Faeryma felt her feet slip apart from the slickness on them, her hands were also spread, more an automatic response to keep her from falling over. The four tiles glowed and four women seemed to materialize out of thin air, they were all dressed in skin-tight body-suits with bodies that could be regarded as Amazonian in size and strength. They stared at Faeryma before reaching down, pulling her up, all four hands and arms showing the strength in them. The two from the black tiles had bodies that were milky white and black, almost raven, hair. The other two were the exact opposite, a skin-color close to ebony and hairs as white as snow.<br/><br/>They stepped closer to Faeryma and the witch girl could feel them crowding around her, hands slipping over her own muscular body. One of them grasped her cock, staring at her with a raised eyebrow. "You are.. not a man.. nor a woman, what are you?", it's voice was still feminine. "Who cares Sister", one behind her said, "look at her beautiful body", another one grasped Faeryma's asscheek. "She smells like sex.... are you a whore?", one of the black ones asked. "She must be, look at these... straps. I can't even call them clothes", none of them seemed to notice they were naked as well as they squeezed and prodded. The one holding her member started a slow movement, her fingers gliding over Faeryma's thick member, the slimy membrane covering it easing with the handjob.<br/><br/>1d10=10 Gulp (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3839640/)