Raelynn watched for a couple of minutes how the necromancer elf was having sex, inserting his medium-sized penis into the girl. But then she decided to check the bag Brina had brought from Jalbert. She was picking at it, examining the contents.
"So... there is one potion for cure diseases here. Okay, I'll give it to the slave after these two have fun with her," the female necromancer muttered to herself, "So, there are also sapphires, several bottles of skooma, beef and rat meat, a steel axe, an elven bow and arrows..."
"Oh! Damn it! I'm cumming!!!" the male necromancer screamed, fucking Selena.
Raelynn was so engrossed in examining the contents of the bag that the scream startled her. She shuddered, thinking that the imperial girl was trying to escape again and had somehow applied a frost spell to the elf necromancer. But when she saw the elf's contented face rolling his eyes, she relaxed.
"I hope he didn't cum in her!"
Raelynn got worried and went to the cross of the Bal. She was ready to get her fingers into the imperial's pussy to check if the necromancer had cum there. If he hadn't kept his promise, she would have been furious. Raelynn approached the necromancer and Selena, and then stared intently at the girl's crotch, narrowing her eyes. She crouched so low that it seemed she was going to sniff the slave's pussy.
"I... I did everything as we agreed. My cum is on the floor," the necromancer remarked.
"Hmm?" said Raelynn, squatting down.
"Yes, indeed," she said, noticing the seminal fluid on the cross stand.
"It was incredible, but it's a pity that it's not enough..." the elf sighed.
Raelynn stood up to her full height, and the cross of the Bal disappeared into thin air, after which Selena found herself in a reclining position on a stone slab.
"Not enough? Come on. If you successfully clean up Vilverin with Jalbert from the bandits, then as a bonus for the victory I will allow you to have fun with the imperial girl one more time," she offered.
"Wow! I agree," the male necromancer nodded, rubbing his sperm with his foot on the stove.
"But the Anchorite can take her before you get back. This is not a simple slave. It may be needed for more important purposes than serving as a sex toy," Raelynn warned.
"Well. I'm going to get ready for the raid. In the meantime, let Brina have fun too," said the elf, heading for the exit.
Raelynn removed the gag from Selena, since, according to Brina, the girl had to work with her tongue. As soon as the Imperial's mouth was free, Selena immediately spoke.
She decided not to complain about being fucked by a nasty necromancer. Instead, Selena decided to share her idea of what the necromancers should do about the bandits in Vilverin.
"Hey, listen up! I see that you are good at tinkering with corpses, using combat magic and so on, but... you lack strategic thinking. Listen to me, a smart imperial, in which Molag Bal is interested. I'll give you some good advice," Selena said to the complete surprise of the necromancers.
Raelynn frowned, but at the same time she thought that the Daedric prince was really interested in her for some reason.
"So," Selena continued, "you want to clear the ruins of Vilverin from bandits. However, judging by your own words, these are not some pathetic robbers who can only rob weak travelers or steal sheep in villages. It is a guild that controls the skooma trade, and has branches along the coast from the Imperial City to Leyawiin. There's a lot of money in there. I would advise you not to destroy the branch of the bandits guild in Vilverin, but to establish some kind of agreement with them by force.
For example, to impose on them an agreement that the necromancer units have the right to be located in Vilverin, and the bandits must share with you part of their profits from smuggling skooma. To be convincing, you can kill several of them, take hostages, and then establish patronage over that territory. It's more profitable than just killing everyone. Besides, then the bandits will come again to regain control. And so you will have something like a mutually beneficial union. With a lot of money, you can, for example, bribe some official in the imperial city or the guild of magicians, who will help you in the fight against the Archmage."
After hearing Selena's words, the necromancers stood silently for about a minute and just blinked, as if experiencing cognitive dissonance.
"Damn it, there is some common sense in her words," Raelynn remarked, "On the other hand, if you're so smart, then why are you a slave and not me?"
"It was the will of Molag Bal," Selena replied cunningly. Raelynn couldn't dispute this statement, standing next to the altar of the Bal, and turned to the necromancer.
"Listen, after meeting with Jalbert, discuss with him this plan that my slave suggested. Perhaps you will be able to capture the leader of the bandits and then force him to cooperate. Promise him that the necromancers will also help the bandits if necessary. After all, the Imperial legion that hunts them is just as hostile to us," she said.
"Good. I agree that it would be easier to subdue them than to kill every single one," the necromancer nodded and left.
Then the female necromancer Brina returned and demanded that the slave go with her to another darker cave, in which there were no torches and no braziers. Raelynn agreed, but went with her, as the Anchorite instructed her not to take her eyes off the slave.
"I'll be nearby and I won't bother you," Raelynn said.
"Good. I just want to ride her face with my rotten pussy," Brina replied with an evil smile.
Selena swallowed hard, remembering how she had talked about her illness.
"By the way, I'm sick, I have a Brown Rot," Selena warned.
"It doesn't matter. I have a Brown Rot too," Brina replied carelessly.
«Fucking necromancers! Is there anyone among them who doesn't suffer from disease?»
"Molag Bal won't be angry with you for bullying his slave like that?" Selena asked, hoping that the name of the Daedric prince would bring them to reason.
Brina stopped a meter away from Selena, near some bones lying on the ground, and, putting her hand on her side, looked intently at the girl.
"I'm tired of your chat, bitch! You will lie on your back and work with your tongue when I sit on top of your pretty face," the female necromancer said and pointed her finger at the ground, thus ordering Selena to lie on her back.
While Selena lay down on the damp cold rocky ground, Brina quickly took off her clothes. She stood over the head of the imperial so that her head was under her crotch.
Selena stared when she looked up and saw a hairy pussy, on which some discharge with a bloody tinge was visible. The "Chanthrax Blight" disturbed the internal environment of the vagina, as due to infection there was inflammation and the release of purulent-bloody fetid slime. This led to the fact that the necromancer often felt a strong itch in her crotch. She wanted to use the face of the imperial as a good "scratcher" for her rotten pussy.
Grinning sadistically, Brina began to sit on the girl's face. Selena watched in horror as the vagina descended on her face, like a monster wanting to devour her. Soon a nasty smell, similar to the stench of rotten food, mixed with the sour smell of urine, hit Selena in the nose, paralyzing her breathing for a second.
"No! Oh,God!" the girl pleaded before the hairy, inflamed and itchy crotch of the necromancer descended on her face.
"Oh, yes!" breathed Brina and began to crawl over the girl's lips and nose, moving her pelvis back and forth. There were slurping and gurgling sounds when the necromancer's pussy, wet from fetid secretions, moved across Selena's face.
In comparison, the urinary procedures to which she was once subjected by a Dolada Debauchee were just an innocent prank.
Selena squeezed her eyes shut, thinking that she would soon lose consciousness from suffocation.
"Open your eyes, bitch! And enjoy it!", - Brina shouted, looking down.