When Selena was naked again after an unsuccessful escape, she checked her health and realized to her horror that her health reserve had decreased by almost half after an electric touch from Raelynn and several frosty attacks from the ghost.
"Please give me a healing potion. My health has damaged a lot," she asked.
"You deserve it! You attacked me, you stupid girl. You will remain without treatment until you become a slave!", Raelynn replied irritably.
Selena saw the female necromancer take off her robe again and activate the strap-on.
"Now I'm going to punish you for disobedience and fuck you in the ass, bitch! Don't make me use the paralysis spell!"
"Oh, no! My ass still hurts from the last time! Give me a potion, please!" the girl begged, not wanting to suffer any more from the way the Dwemer strap-on roughly tears her tender ass.
"You should be punished! I won't treat you or it will be some kind of fake punishment," Raelynn replied categorically and stood behind her.
"Why you behave so cruelly?" the girl asked plaintively, but the necromancer simply ignored her strange question.
She stood behind, preparing her strap-on. Her magical penis was instantly covered with lubricant at her request and began to persistently penetrate through the sphincter. Raelynn grabbed the girl by the wrists and pulled her to her with force, at the same time pushing her pelvis forward.
"Oh, gods!!!" Selena pleaded.
"Aha! The gods will not help you!" the woman grinned and began to penetrate Selena's anus hard, each time pulling her by the hands to herself, which provided her with even deeper penetration.
"Ah! It hurts! Enough! Ah! Oh, my God! You're destroying my ass! Please, you'd better kill me! Stop it!" the imperial girl cried, shedding tears, feeling a sharp pain.
Raelynn suddenly released her wrists and, pushing her in the back, ordered: "Bend down!"
The necromancer pulled the strap-on out of her ass, and Selena leaned forward and bent her legs, not quite understanding what pose the necromancer requires of her.
"Straighten your legs!" commanded Raelynn and slapped her on the buttock.
Selena straightened her legs and leaned forward, feeling a slight pain from stretching the ligaments and tendons on her legs. But she felt a much stronger pain in her stomach.
"Oh, shit! Why does my stomach hurt so much?" the girl croaked, twisting her face.
"Wow! What's that sticking out of your ass? Is it a prolapse of the intestine?", - Raelynn was surprised.
"What? Did you say a prolapse of the intestine?! What does this mean?!", - the girl was worried.
The female necromancer turned to the altar and looked at the statue of Molag Bala. She addressed her as if Molag Bal would have heard her words:
"Lord Bal, please don't worry! I'm going to fix her ass now! It will be as good as new!"
"What's sticking out of my ass?!", - Selena panicked, turning her head from side to side.
"You have a prolapse of the intestine! It came out a little. Calm down!" the female necromancer said matter-of-factly, as if she was an experienced doctor.
She squatted down and with the help of her hands pushed the intestine back, which had fallen out a couple of centimeters, and then, holding two fingers inside Selena's anus, applied a healing spell that works when touched. The girl saw a flash of white light, and then instantly felt relieved. The pain in my stomach began to dissolve and after a couple of seconds completely subsided.
But as soon as Selena relaxed exhaled after restoring health, when suddenly the tip of the strap-on buried itself in her pussy.
"Oh? Now in the pussy?", - the imperial girl was surprised.
"Thank me, bitch! I took pity on your tight ass!", the female necromancer replied and now invaded the girl's vagina.
"What if I impregnate this girl?", - Raelynn thought with interest, - "She'll give birth to my child, and she'll feed him with milk! A dwemer strap-on can also create my fruitful sperm, although I have never done this before..."
This idea, on the one hand, was liked by Raelynn the Gravefinder, but on the other hand she had no idea what plans the Daedric Prince Molag Bal had for this imperial girl.
"What if he turns Selena into a new sinister creature, as it was with Lamae, who became the progenitor of vampires? Or maybe for some reason he will take Selena into his oblivion plan "Cold Harbor"?
Thinking about this, the female necromancer didn't stop fucking Selena for a moment, and entered her to the full depth of the strap-on. Because of her strong thrusts, the girl could no longer maintain her balance in the same position and rested both hands on the stone floor.
"Do you want a baby from me, bitch?!", - Raelynn asked with a grin, although, of course, she was not interested at all in what the girl wanted.
"Baby... ah!?", Selena didn't have time to ask again, as the necromancer roughly poked her uterus with her strap-on.
"Hey, bitch! Shout louder! Ha-ha!", - Raelynn was amused, ferociously invading the girl's pussy.
She pushed Selena so hard from behind that the skin on her palms, which rested on the rough stone floor, was already beginning to peel off from friction.
"Gods! Let this crazy bitch finish faster!", the girl pleaded, feeling her hands begin to get tired, which threatened an unpleasant fall on the rough slab.
Raelynn thought again about making her sperm fertile, but still didn't dare and changed her mind. The fact is that the Anchorite gave clear instructions – to enslave the girl in order to exclude escape, and to wait for orders from the Molag Bal, who demanded to bring this girl.
Most likely, if she makes her a child with her magical Dwemer strap-on, then Selena will still not have time to give birth to a child, since she will probably leave the necromancers' lair and go to the "Cold Harbor".
And besides, it's possible that high-ranking necromancers will ask Raelynn - why did she impregnate a slave without permission, which was intended for the Lord of Enslavement and the God of Intrigues?!
Raelynn has been building her career in the Order of the Black Worm for a very long time and became the manager of the necromancer cave "Mossy Rock". She treasured this title and was afraid of losing her reputation in the Order because of her whim.
"Damn, I'm not going to make her pregnant yet...", she decided.
When the necromancer reached the peak of pleasure, she pushed Selena.
"Get on your back!" she ordered.
The girl obediently lay down on the stove, and, to her surprise, saw that there was a large puddle of drying blood next to her. But she had no time to study this puddle, as Raelynn suddenly sat down on top of her stomach and, jerking off her strap-on, began to cum violently and ejaculate sperm. Clots of sperm like raindrops fell on Selena's chest and face.
"Oh, how much sperm!" the girl exclaimed, immediately receiving a lump of sperm in her open mouth.
"Yes, imperial bitch! Oh... yes...", - Raelynn moaned, twitching slightly with bliss, - "Now I'm cumming on your face. But someday you will carry my baby!"
"It's not the first time she's talked about it. It looks like she has some kind of psychological problems. She couldn't become a mother by choosing a necromancer career path? Are her maternal instincts bothering her? Perhaps I will be able to find her weakness in this later and will be able to use it for my own benefit," Selena thought hopefully, believing that she had found some kind of clue.
Raelynn sat on Selena for a couple of seconds, regaining her breath, and then stood up. She glanced at the lying girl and muttered with annoyance:
"Enslavement has not happened yet. Well. I have nowhere to hurry."
"Is your name Raelynn?", Selena suddenly asked, rubbing her eyes from the sperm that got into them.
"It's none of your business"
"Well... I have the right to know the name of the person who is going to make me a baby."
"Yes, my name is Raelynn the Gravefinder. Don't just ask me why the Gravefinder! Or I'll bury you alive!"
"I can guess why they called you that. Anyway, nice to meet you." the girl grinned.
"Are you pleased to meet the person who fucked you so hard in the ass that your intestines fell out? Huh!"
"Well... it's nice to meet the person who cured my ass. By the way, if you make me a child, will you be a second mother or father?", Selena asked.
"Hmm...", - Raelynn thought for a moment, but then confidently declared, - "I'll be your Mistress!"
"And if I get pregnant from you, then I, as a pregnant woman, will need to eat well, and be in a warm place, and not in a damp cave among corpses spreading the infection," Selena said, hoping that she could benefit, "If I live in this terrible cave, then it will happen either a miscarriage, or a sick child will be born, which will die quickly."
"And if she moves me to a cozy place, to some house, then I can either escape from there, or at least eat and sleep normally," Selena thought, and smiled to herself.
The female necromancer frowned and was silent for a couple of seconds, and then waved her hand: "Enough! It's too early to talk about it! It all depends on the Molag Bal."
"Does anything depend on the Necromancer King Mannimarko?" Selena asked, not quite understanding who is the head of the necromancers.
"Of course! King Mannimarco is the head of our Order! And Molag Bal is a valuable ally among Daedric princes."
"I see. I have one more question. You keep shouting racial slurs at me, like "imperial bitch" and so on. And what race do you belong to? You belong to the human race, don't you?"
"I'm a Breton," Raelynn replied proudly.
"Oh, I think you're a powerful magician like many Bretons," Selena nodded and smiled, trying to make friends with the female necromancer with the help of chatter.
"I will behave more flexibly. Open hostility will bring me even more trouble on my poor ass," she realized.