Yes

You stand by the bed and watch the beautiful Nubian’s voluptuous body remain perfectly still as she lays there, your heart beating much too fast and your hands feeling a bit shaky as you fear that the poison will defeat the antidote.

It’s not merely that you’d then end up without a woman to claim as your own, you feel quite certain that your fellow soldiers now respect you enough to allow you to make your pick from the rest of the **** girls that remain outside if Maluba was to perish, but a sense that it would be a tragedy to have the most beautiful woman you’ve ever been fortunate enough to see die before your eyes.

Closing the door to the room outside, and hearing one of the women let out a delightful laugh just as you jam it shut, you hurry to look through the room once more, hoping that the search for loot will serve to ease your strained nerves and banish your fears.

Rummaging through the room, but ever so often glancing at the bed to see how Maluba is faring, you have soon piled up a neat collection of valuable trinkets in your head, and it’s your opinion that the ivory pieces alone should be worth far more gold than you’ve ever seen thus far in your life, and that one of the three shields which is mounted is a particularly fine one, appearing to have been crafted by a master artisan.

Still, no matter how closely you scrutinize the items which are spread out across the room in such a tasteless exhibit of wealth, you find yourself incapable of putting Maluba from your mind, and so you soon end up sitting on the side of the bed, your pulse seeming to grow stronger and faster as you enjoy the sight of her incredible body.

Luckily enough, you are soon rewarded with the heart-warming sight of her face losing the greyness which was plaguing it, and she begins to stir as her eyes flutters with more intensity, the vision of her writhing on the bed making you adjust your position and nervously run your hand up and down your right thigh.

It’s something which you barely dared hope could happen, but it seems as though the antidote has had its effect on Maluba, the gorgeous black beauty moving her right hand up next to her eyes and rubbing her temple in a manner which makes it appear as though she’s either extremely tired or suffering from something akin to a severe hangover.

Bringing up the heavy, extensively ornamented axe which was your first conquest of the day, you carefully lean it against the drawer in which you found the flask and proceed to undo the lacing of your leather arm guards, your cock having swollen to full hardness almost as soon as you realized that Maluba was going to recover.

She has yet to speak, although you got to hear her voice earlier when she used what dwindled reserves of strength that she had left to tell you of her attempt to kill Drax, but Maluba nonetheless reaches out with one of her arms to plant her hand on your right forearm, her fingers gently stroking your muscles as you hurry to undo the buckle of your belt.

Throwing a quick glance at her crotch, you notice again how Maluba’s skimpy underwear allows you to make out the outline of her labia, and you’re instantly filled with a burning desire to pull the triangle of cloth down so that you can bury your head in her lap and get a first taste of her slit.

Still, a part of you wants to wait a little while longer until Maluba has recuperated further, hoping that the way in which she’s rubbing her fingers against your arm is a sign of how thankful she is for you saving her life.