All four women shared a bit of laughter that promised much more to come at her words, "Then you are neither..", one of them said, in relation to her gender. "But you have all the attributes that a perfect partner might have", slowly they allowed Faeryma to stand. Two, one black and the other white held onto her arms, crossed and pinned so she could not move. It seemed though her amazonian captors were not done, both seemed to pull a jar of liquid from the tile itself. As it opened the witch could smell honey and oil mixed together, both women scooped a handful of the liquid with enough accuracy that it was unnerving to see them preform it in such unison.<br/><br/>Slowly they started to rub it over and into her muscles, she felt less sore, the ointments making her body supple and loose though still giving it that toned perfect look she had been gifted with. Both women took their time, working up her thighs, the backs of her knees and finally stopping after completing the top of her thighs. Then her arms were stretched and those too were rubbed and oiled, those gifted hands then went to the sides of her body and soon all but her more erotic of areas were shiny and oiled. One of the amazons slipped her loose fingers into Faeryma's hair before pulling it softly, as she turned her head the black skinned woman pressed her lips against Faeryma's, kissing her hard and deep, her tongue already questing the girl's mouth.<br/><br/>The other started to kiss her soft tender neck, before working up her jaw and running her tongue along that tapered ear. It was then that the other two began to rub the oil into her skin around her breasts, taking as much time as they had before. Then it was time for the end-game, they worked her tender lips between her legs first and she soon felt a smoothness return to them. The hard chafing assault forgotten, her cock as well seemed to shine in the oiled honey. The one holding her lips captive broke her kiss and brought her sitting down, on her smooth soft knees. She smiled as she pulled Faeryma's head close to her own sex, it smelled slightly of cinnamon. She slowly pressed her face against those tender lips, sure that Faeryma would know what to do.<br/><br/>Meanwhile three separate hands pawed at her member, but as soon as it came close to eruption they would stop. Keeping her entirely on edge.