Here She Rules: The Chronicles of Erla: Book 1 (6 page)

They all took a moment to enjoy the sight of their Lady’s orgasm, reveling in their own parts in it. In the past, Cassie would always need a few moments to recover from one orgasm before she could take any more direct stimulation, but this time was different, and she chalked it up to the Jul because, remarkably, she was ready for more—ready for all of them. There was no lull and rebuild to this lust; it was constant and consuming. Irrationally, she wondered if this is what nymphomaniacs felt, but then she brushed the thought away as their very clever mouths seemed to be all over her as she remained wrapped around Mika.

Slowly she unwound her legs from him and lowered her feet to the floor.

“Bed. Now.” Complicated speech was beyond her at that moment. She only wanted to touch, taste, and be tasted in return. They all moved quickly into her bedroom. Then, they turned to look at her for direction.

“Take . . . off . . . your . . . clothes,” she ground out between clenched teeth, and they quickly obeyed. They soon stood before her, gloriously nude and each fully erect. The sight made Cassie’s mouth go as dry as a desert.

She backed up until her legs met the bed, keeping her eyes on them as she fell back into the softness and allowed her legs to fall open.

“Mika,” she growled as she ran her hand down her belly to her soaked flesh. His eyes were locked on her sex, and he moved quickly to the bed, dropping to his knees next to it. He put his hot mouth on her, tasting her heat and wetness. He wanted to rub her scent all over himself as he used his expert tongue on his writhing Lady.

Cassie arched her hips as his tongue plunged into her depths. The sensations were incredible and heightened beyond anything she had ever experienced. She held her hands out to the others who stood watching with envy, and they joined her on the bed. Each one was touching and kissing her while Mika continued his ministrations.

Mika lifted his head to ask thickly, “How may I please you, My Lady?” Cassie pulled her mouth from Kai’s nipple and panted out her reply.

“Surprise me.”

Mika’s mouth returned to her, and as his fingers slid inside her, he did as she directed. He was rewarded by the sensation of his Lady climaxing on his clever tongue.

Arn’s voice whispered in her ear, “Lady, let me . . .” and, at her nod, his mouth replaced Mika’s.

Cassie lost count of her orgasms as each of her slaves tasted her all too willing flesh. Each orgasm was like the first, and the pleasure seemed prolonged with each additional peak. Her insides ached to be filled. She pulled Mika down while getting on her knees. She pulled his long hard cock into her mouth and tasted him slowly while his eyes rolled back in his head from the unaccustomed ecstasy. She smiled down at his rapturous face, then slung her leg over him and guided his hardness into her quivering, soaked flesh as she fully impaled herself on him.

As she rode him, the others surrounded them—their hands and mouths working to bring their Lady to peak after peak.

Rational thought was impossible as Cassie rode from crest to crest. She never would have believed herself capable of so many climaxes or so much pleasure, and she never wanted it to end.

As they lay back hours later with their Lady finally satisfied and the Jul gone from her system, each man thanked Providence that he had the good fortune to belong to
this
Lady.

IV

When Cassie woke again, it was afternoon, and she was alone on the bed. She heard the soft conversation of her slaves coming from the lounge area. Slowly rising from the bed, she went to a cabinet nearby and opened it. Inside were her Karate Gi and the tennis shoes she had worn the night she was transported here.

Next to it were clothes made of a silken material, and, as she rummaged through it all, she found some soft harem-style pants and a flowing tank-style top in rich black.

She picked them up, threw on a red robe, and headed out to see about getting a bath.

Conversation stopped when she walked out of her room. Cassie blushed, but she forced herself to look at them. They stood quickly and looked at her with eyes full of adoration. She took a deep breath and smiled.
 

“Who wants to join me in the bath?”
 

“I do, Mistress!” they chorused.

She really had to admire their enthusiasm.

Cassie became incredibly uncomfortable when she thought of what she had done to and with them the night before, but not a one of them behaved any differently—except that maybe now they looked at her with even more adulation.

They had all hurried into the bathroom, and she could hear them drawing the water and gathering supplies.

Cassie went into the bathroom and dropped her robe before slipping into the hot water. Aidan joined her immediately and began washing her hair. His strong fingers massaged her scalp, and she felt her tension drain.

As he rinsed her hair, she caressed him, and when he was finished, she kissed him leisurely. The others, who had entered the tub while Aidan tended to her, picked up washcloths and soaped her down with them.

It was heavenly to be so pampered by these wonderful men. She released Aidan and smiled at him, and he sighed softly. She then kissed and caressed each man in turn as they tended to her bath.
 

She was enjoying their company—the closeness and intimacy—and yet, despite their proximity, she did not have sex on her mind. Instead, she looked upon her men with appreciative affection. Then again, a mischievous side of her chimed in, her purer feelings were at least partially due to the fact that her sweet spot was still very sore from her activities the previous night. Those memories made her smile wickedly as she gazed at the men surrounding her with genuine appreciation.

Her men lolled about in the tub, washing each other’s backs and cleaning themselves up. Cassie, feeling very wicked, took charge of washing their “fronts” . . . much to their pleasure and delight.
 

They were each thrilled to have a Mistress who took such pleasure in them. She was making them feel treasured and cared for, and they prayed it would never end.
 

Later, Cassie sat with her men in the lounge. They were all flushed and languid from the bath and were talking of small things—mostly slave’s gossip. Cassie wasn’t really listening with any concentration; she was content to simply relax and enjoy their company. A knock sounded at the door, and Arn rose to answer it. The Queen’s slave stood expectantly at the door, and Arn motioned him in with a smile, as he rushed to kneel in front of Cassie.
 

“My Beloved Queen desires me to say she would be honored by your presence in her chambers for the evening meal, My Lady.”
 

“Please tell Her Highness I shall be pleased to dine with her,” Cassie said regally, and the man smiled and rose, bowing his way out of the room.
 

“Are these clothes acceptable for dining with the Queen?” she asked them. She was dressed in the same black harem-style outfit she had found earlier.
 

Mika answered, “Yes, Lady,” and smiled at her.
 

“Then, lead me there Mika. I wouldn’t wish to keep her waiting.”
 

Cassie followed Mika to the Queen’s quarters, which were not far from Cassie’s, and, as expected, the rooms were sumptuous and elegant. Nera rose from a chaise when Cassie entered, and turning, Cassie excused Mika, who bowed with a disappointed look on his face as he respectfully withdrew.
 

“And how are you feeling this evening, Cassandra?” Nera queried, smiling at her.
 

“I feel surprisingly well considering how much I drank last night. You could have been a little clearer about the effects of over-imbibing Jul,” Cassie said with a rueful smile as she moved into the room to greet her newly accepted sovereign.
 

“I do apologize for that. However, you did seem to be enjoying it,” she laughed. “Speaking of which, how are your slaves today?”
 

“They are quite worn out . . . as am I.”
 

Suddenly, Cassie started laughing, and Nera joined her, laughing harder until they collapsed together onto a nearby couch.
 

“You have no idea how foreign all of this is to me,” Cassie said. “I was worried about fitting in, but something has come over me, and I feel like I have never known any other way of life.”
 

“Perhaps, things just run improperly in your world, Cassandra,” Nera said, and Cassie laughed at her meaning.

“Perhaps, they do,” she responded.

Cassie looked about the room and noted a dozen or so male slaves lying on various cushions. They were all very handsome, which seemed to be the norm for this world, and once again, she thought things could definitely be worse . . . 

“Your Highness,” Cassie began.
 

“Hold a moment, Cassandra; I would like it very much if, when we are alone, you would call me Nera. I have very few true friends, and I wish for you to be one of them.”
 

“I am honored Your . . . Nera. Please call me Cassie.” She smiled at Nera, who smiled back.
 

Cassie had really come to enjoy the Queen’s company last night.
 

“I don’t know about you,” Nera said, “but my loins are quite sore!” This brought on even more laughter.
 

It occurred to Cassie that if she was on Earth, she would probably feel pretty badly about her behavior, but here in this world, she had merely been doing what was expected.
 

“I have a confession to make,” Cassie said. “Where I came from, I had a husband, a ‘mate’ if you will, and he was the only man I had ever been with until last night.”
 

Nera’s jaw dropped. “You jest! I believe we are of a similar age, and I cannot tell you how many lovers I have taken . . . This ‘husband’ of yours must have been an incredible lover.”
 

“Well, I always enjoyed it. But, we don’t have Jul on Earth either. . .” The women laughed together again.
 

“Jul is best consumed in small doses. One or two glasses will not create the aphrodisiac quality you experienced; it will just relax you and create a sense of wellbeing.”
 

“Well, next time, I will exercise some moderation. I just can’t believe that such a high level of intoxication didn’t give me a hangover. Equally unbelievable to me is my complete recollection of every action and reaction . . . In that respect, it was great!” Cassie said.
 

Slaves began coming in from the kitchen, and a few of the slaves who had been lounging set a low table in front of the women and placed fluffy cushions for them to sit on.
 

Nera and Cassie seated themselves, and the slaves began setting dishes of food in front of them. Wine glasses were filled with a deep purple beverage, and when Cassie raised her brows, Nera explained it was a fermented fruit juice called Mull, which possessed none of Jul’s aphrodisiac effects.
 

Cassie lifted her glass; it was sweet and spicy, and stronger than wine.
 

A handsome young slave with yellow hair and mischievous blue eyes sat beside Cassie and began serving her from the dishes. He placed a serving of a meat-and-vegetable dish on her plate along with a grain which resembled couscous. He scooped a small amount of the food onto her fork before lifting a mouthful to her lips. Cassie’s brows shot up. She looked over at the Queen and saw that another slave was filling her plate, but the Queen took the fork and began to feed herself. Cassie gently took the fork from the young man and tasted the food.
 

He looked very disappointed that he would not be allowed to feed her.
 

Nera smiled at Cassie and said, “He is eager to please the mighty Warrior Cassandra.”
 

Cassie made a
pffft
sound and then laughed.
 

“How old is he?” she asked.
 

“He is seventeen cycles and is just learning his household skills. He is being schooled in pleasure by my female slaves. My females know my likes, and my males also will coach him. I would like very much for him to come to you after I have completed his training.” At this, Cassie swallowed reflexively and smiled weakly at Nera.
 

Jeez Louise . . . trans-dimensional jailbait!
 

She saw him lick his lips while sending her what he thought was a seductively heated glance. Cassie fought back a laugh at his antics.
 

“I must speak with you regarding the Trevians.” Cassie’s smile left her face as Nera suddenly turned serious. “I have recently received some very disturbing reports. They recently destroyed a small outlying village—killing the women and children and viciously raping the men before leaving them for dead in the process,” Nera concluded with a grim face.
 

“I wish for you to begin training with your troops. Teach them your style of warfare, and learn ours as well. You took down two strong Trevians with no weapons, which was no small feat. I think we have much to learn from each other. We will most assuredly benefit from your training, and perhaps you will learn something from our warriors.” Cassie was eager to train, and she looked forward to teaching techniques to the warriors.
 

“I need you to hunt down these barbarians and stop them from killing our people.”
 

Cassie knew the Queen meant they were now Cassie’s people too, and the thought really made her feel accepted.
 

She was here to help these people. Maybe this was her purpose . . . 

Cassie was very goal-oriented, and now that she had a mission, it made her feel a little better about everything.
 

“Highness, I will do whatever it takes to rid your people of this threat.”

Damn. I’m feeling all noble now.

“I have full confidence in you,” Nera said. “And, Cassie, they are now your people as well.”