Washed and oiled.

The Shemite handmaiden, Cassie, pinched and tugged at the Akkadian's nipples making them achingly stiff. The assassin responded in kind, rolling the darskinned girl's own teats between his thumbs and forefingers and pulling at the golden rings around them. The Shemite's nipples were kept exceptionally hardened by the rings pinching them and the Akkadian found that flicking the stiffened nubs lightly wrought the most adorable gasps and moans from the Nubian.

As this play went on, Honey was sponging her large breasts and working the lotion she had applied on her firm mounds into a rich creamy lather. Soon her chest and belly were completely covered in white bubbly suds. Cassie made way for the Circassian and the blonde approached the Akkadian. She put her hands behind her back and pressed forward with her chest, using her lathered tits to soap the assassin's own breasts.

The Akkadian gave a contented sigh as he felt their breasts mash together, the Circassian moving her body to thoroughly coat the Akkadian's chest in the suds. He could feel the hardened points of Honey's nipples on his soft flesh, raking his skin and catching on his own nipples as they slid past them. Cassie was meanwhile soaping her great breasts and soon joined in, exiting the bath and kneeling behind the Akkadian and rubbing her oiled boobs against his back.

Sandwiched between two pairs of firm large tits with both handmaidens wriggling and writhing their bodies to ensure complete coverage of the Akkadian's torso the assassin relaxed and enjoyed the erotic soapy massage. Once his upper half was cleansed Honey raised each of his slim legs clear of the water in turn and again using only her breasts soaped them from thigh to toe. Behind the Akkadian, Cassie had taken a jug of warm water and wetted his long raven hair.

"Ohhhh, a girl could get used to this indeed." The Akkadian sighed, biting his tongue the instant he had spoken.

Once again he had referred to himself in the feminine manner. Was it really natural for him to so easily forget that this body was not his true form and he had worn it for barely a day he wondered. His hair was washed and soaped next, the lotion richly fragrenced with lavender and spices. His long black tresses were left silky soft and sweetly perfumed.More jugs of water were used to wash the soapy lather from his body.

"Now we need you on the bench Minaja." Honey instructed him with a grin.

Leaving the sunken bath, the Akkadian was directed to the low bench. Thick towels were already laid out in readiness on the marble slab. He followed the handmaiden's urging and laid face down on the cushioned surface of the marble bench. Another vial was brought, this contained the Sorceress's musky body oil. The Akkadian breathed deeply through his nose once the vial was unstoppered, instantly recognising the heady aroma of the Sorceress that could stiffen the cock of any man in a heartbeat.

"The Sorceress's musk?" The Akkadian queried. "It is as potent for women as it is for men?"

"Oh yes indeed so." Cassie answered. "It inflames the loins and quickens the blood for both women and men."

The magically imbued musk was rubbed deeply into the Akkadian's skin. From the nape of his neck to the soles of his feet the two handmaids oiled him. His buttocks the girls left for last, both kneading the firm globes of his ample buttcheeks as they kneaded in the erotic lotion. His cunt felt aflame by the time he thought they were down, he could feel his femine juices flowing freely and dripping onto the thick soft towels on which he lay.

"I should turn over now?" He asked, the back of his whole body now oiled.

"Not yet!" Both girls giggled.

The Akkadian's asscheeks were spread open by the handmaiden's gentle fingers and the assassin gave a whimper as a few drops of the magical lotion was dripped onto the tight rosebud of his anus. A finger, he could not tell whose, massaged the precious drops into his anus. His sphincter relaxed under the skilled massage and he let out a sighing gasp as the finger pushed slowly into his rear passage, twisting and turning as it penetrated deeply.

The assassin knew he should feel affronted and shamed by this violation of his asshole, the taboo on such an act was deeply ingrained in him as a warrior and a male. However the girl's finger exploring his rectum felt exqusitely arousing and instead of protesting he moaned with sexual desire and raised his hips to push his bottom up invitingly to whichever girl was doing this to him.

"You are so tight here." Honey exclaimed. "I would have thought a whore of Al Areth would have made much use of her ass."

The Akkadian blushed, confused by the pleasure that anal pentration was giving him despite the lingering feelings of disgrace he felt. When Honey's finger withdrew from his rectum he almost begged her to continue, but gnawed his lip to stop himself from blurting out the plea.

Now the girls bid the Akkadian to roll over onto his back so that they might oil the front of his body as they had the back. The Akkadian did so, knowing that his gaping cunt, dripping with the honey of feminine juice, would instantly betray the state of **** arousal he was feeling.