You think so

The room is well appointed, although somewhat tasteless in your opinion, a display of wealth rather than style. Drax's possessions are an eclectic mix of weapons and plunder from all over the known world. A bear skin complete with its fierce head hangs from the wall an indication that Drax had spent time in the north, and a board game with game pieces carved from ivory popular in the southern continent sat on a folding table near the large bed. Three large shields, taken from vanquished fighters no doubt, are mounted on the wall as reminders of past campaigns.

You search quickly and ruthlessly, ripping open drawers, flinging aside bedding and rugs, and rifling through the pockets of jackets and trousers hung in the wardrobes. The slender girl is something of a distraction. Her clinging magical suit is almost more erotic than nudity,and as she bends to search under the bed, the pert curves of her buttocks tilt upward at you, the bulge of her mons is clearly visible between her thighs.

You continue searching. The thought of Maluba's gratitude if you were able to save her life, the Nubian ****'s large, beautifully firm breasts flattened against your chest, her hot breath in your ear as she gasps her thanks, asking how she can possibly repay you, kissing your face, her lips so soft....

There! A small glass flask hidden, along with a leather pouch full of darts, underneath a pile of clothing at the bottom of a drawer. Grasping the flask, you run back to where the other women wait.

Maluba is sprawled lifeless on the stone floor, her arms out-flung as you move to kneel beside her. Your eyes cannot help drinking in the woman's beauty as she lies on the cold flagstones. Even flattened against her rib-cage her breasts are magnificent, heavy and taut, the aureolae very small and dark, the nipples jutting and firm. Her dark skin glows with sweat, and the tiny triangle of cotton clings damply to her pussy, the outline of her cunt lips showing through the fabric. The rise and fall of her firm tits is very fast and shallow, her eyes closed, a thin crescent of white visible beneath her fluttering eyelids.

You unstop the glass flask, tipping its contents between her full lips, stroking her slender throat to make her swallow. Then, grasping her wrist, you hoist Maluba over your shoulder, and carry her through to the bedroom you have just ransacked, laying the stunning Nubian on the soft bed......