Zalah let’s Cowan loose, in return for something

“Hi yourself.” Zalah responded, but still didn’t let go off Cowan.
“Zalah, you can let Cowan go.” Perrima told Zalah.
“Yeah really, you can!” Cowan agreed.
Thoroughly scrutinizing the handsome man that she was currently pinning against the wall, Zalah finally smiled at him.
“Alright, I will,” She said, “but only if Cowan agrees to a few things.”
”Like what?” Cowan wasn’t sure what to think of Perrima’s friend. A minute ago, she had been **** him. Now, she looked as if she was getting ready to fuck his brains out instead.

“Firstly,” Zalah’s voice was barely more than a whisper now, “you’re going to take your clothes off” At this, Zalah moved her right hand down to Cowan’s crotch, rubbing her fingers over his cock.

“Secondly,” Zalah said, her hand now unbuckling Cowan’s belt buckle, “once you’re done with your business with Perrima, you’re going to fuck me until you faint.”
Zalah’s smile widened as she saw how Cowan gulped as her words sunk in.

After a second’s hesitation, the thief gave her a smile that matched her own, and began to pull off his gloves.
Behind her, Zalah could hear Perrima begin to laugh.

“Zalah, dearest,” Perrima said, watching Zalah pull Cowan’s sweater over his head, “you’re quite possibly the horniest slut I’ve ever met.”
“That’s why you love me, babe.” Zalah turned her head again, and grinned wickedly at Perrima.
Returning her attention to Cowan, Zalah quickly opened his pants, reaching in to pull out his cock.

When Cowan’s hardened member was exposed, Zalah whistled and ran her hand along the length of his ten inches.
“You pack a big dick for small guy.” She cooed, whilst wrapping her fingers around the plump tip of his veined rod.

Merely grinning as reply to Zalah’s compliment, Cowan hastened to pull down his pants, Zalah having let go off him to allow him space to remove his boots.
Stepping out of his pants, Cowan now stood naked in front of Zalah, his eyes roaming over her bared body.

“Now, before you two turtledoves lose control and get on with it right here in the corridor, I suggest that Cowan come with me.” Perrima said to the two, her own body only covered by a sheer nightgown, which was too short to properly cover her well-rounded ass.
“That might be a good idea.” Cowan agreed.
“Alright,” Zalah said, “but just so you know, I’ll hold on to your clothes until you get back.”
“Don’t worry honey,” Cowan smiled at her again, “I aim to return and faint for you before the night is past.”

Watching Perrima and Cowan saunter down the corridor, admiring their arses as they walked, Zalah waited until they had disappeared from view before gathering up Cowan’s clothes and sword. After having dumped his belongings in her makeshift bedroom, Zalah managed to find a lamp not far from the bed. After she had pulled the small lever at the base of the lamp, Zalah waited until the metal blinds had slid down, exposing the cage containing several moonstones.
Zalah watched how the strange minerals reacted to the darkness, soon gleaming with an orange tint, the gleam growing in intensity until the entire room was illuminated by it.

Figuring that she had time for it, Zalah headed out to find the bathroom.
After a few minutes of searching, she found it, and stepped inside.
Grabbing a bucket and placing it under the tap of the tank containing rain water, led down into it by pipes, Zalah turned the tap and waited for the bucket to be filled.
“This will have to be a cold shower.” Zalah said to herself, and poured the water down over her head, the cool fluid washing away the sweat from her coupling with Perrima.
Wet but clean, Zalah grabbed a towel and returned to the room.