Her handmaidens

Raven stretched and felt the warmth of the sun on her skin as she gradually awoke. That had been a hell of a dream!

"The Mistress awakens!" squealed a tiny voice.

Raven's eyes snapped open. Judging by the gargoyles and fire-breathing dragons that decorated the ceiling above her head, she was either still dreaming or someone had done a major redecorating job on her apartment while she was asleep. The other possible explanation was something she frankly didn't want to consider.

She propped herself up on her elbows, noticing how strangely red the sunlight through the window was. She also noticed the two elven handmaidens from her dream, standing on a platform at the foot of her bed in a quietly worshipful manner.

"It is our honor to greet Mistress Raven on her first morning in our realm," said the redhead (Violet, if Raven's memory served).

"We are here to serve your every desire," said the blonde (Millie).

"Um..." said Raven, trying to bend her mind around the concept of her crazy dream continuing into what sure felt like reality. She gave her arm a pinch. It didn't make the dream go away.

The two elven girls waited patiently. Raven began to get the idea that they would be content to stand there all day until she said something. Oddly, she felt a stirring, tingling sensation and found that erotic images were slipping into her mind. Images of Violet and Millie making love to each other, and to her. She shook her head.

"Um, Millie, Violet? What exactly am I supposed to be doing here?" she asked.

"You are the Vroklata!" they said together.

"More information would be useful."

"You are our Mistress and Leader," said Violet. "We are bound to you by tradition, by awe of your power, and by love. The previous Vroklata lived long, but he is dying and you have come to succeed him."

"All the people of this realm are your willing subjects," Millie continued. "We care for you so that your power will grow to protect us all. We exist to serve the Vroklata and to love her with our hearts, minds, souls, and bodies."

"That last part I noticed," Raven said.

Violet blushes for a moment. "Do not think me too bold, Mistress, but I prayed to Pornia to give us a beautiful woman for our Vroklata when this time came. My prayers are answered and I beg you to allow us to thank Her for her gift of you."

"How do you 'thank' Her?" Raven asked cautiously.

"We make love to you, Mistress. With all the passion we can summon."

Raven glanced back and forth at the two diminutive women. "Um... no offense or anything, but you're both only three feet tall, and that doesn't really do anything for me. You know?"

"Is this better, Mistress?" asked Millie, suddenly standing a full five-foot-six.

"Whoa! How the hell did you do that?"

"You give us the power, Mistress," Violet said, now a statuesque five-nine. "Your desire is the Source. This is why we worship you."

The two girls of unearthly beauty slid next to Raven's body across the silken sheets. "Let us please you, Mistress Raven," Millie begged. "Let us taste of you, and love you, and do homage to our Goddess with you."

As they reached out to touch her, Raven felt her blood begin to boil with lust.